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Fairytale (M/F/A) P1.5 :: l.mh

Synopsis: Minho doesn't pretend to know everything, but he's positive that he knows this much is true.

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: Mafia AU. Fluff, some angst, smut! Established friendship to relationship. Secrets.

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ audience! Small SMUT moment, mention of violence, mentions of weapons- (not in this part but in others) please don't read if anything related to violence are triggers for you in any way, shape, or form. This little series will not be without some deaths, sadly, I mean, they are mafia after all... Cursing, crying. The usual pet names- baby, jagi.

(A/N:: Just a little filler part that I wanted to do. I felt like it would be nice to see some of Minho's inner thoughts about them. I hope you guys enjoy! As always, please let me know if I've left any warnings out)

How did Minho know that things with you would be any different?

It was a question that Minho seemed to keep asking himself whenever he had to cancel plans with you because something happened or he had a mission, but you never questioned him about why he needed to leave your place at 2 or 3 in the morning to go to work, or why he was canceling dinner plans only hours before he was supposed to pick you up.

Before he knew it, months had gone by, and you two were still together, and even then, you still never asked him about all the little work related mishaps that he had to deal with. Until one night, about 5 months into being together, he came over and was sporting a nasty looking bruise along his jaw, and his lip was busted up a little.

You frowned at him the minute he stepped foot into your apartment, seeing the look on his face. “What happened to you?” You asked, quickly getting up from the couch and rushing towards him.

He sighed as he set his things down by the door, “Some crazy asshole tried to get to Chan today. I threw myself in between them so Chan didn’t get hurt.”

Mostly true, but then again, you didn’t need every detail.

You were silent for a moment as you gently touched his cheek, nudging his chin to turn his head so you could really look at the damage.

“Someone tried to attack your boss?” You asked, the genuine surprise in your tone not lost on Minho as you led him into the bathroom to put some ointment on the cut on his lip and to tend to the bruises you could see beginning to form along his jaw. “Why?”

“He was some protester, I guess.” Minho shrugged, leaning against the bathroom counter as you moved around him. “He’s convinced that the company is responsible for that accident that happened at that product factory a couple weeks back. And since it’s Chan’s company, he blames Chan for it.”

You frowned deeply, holding Minho’s chin between your fingers to keep him still, “Even an idiot would know that Chan and the company aren’t responsible for what happened at that factory.” You shook your head, “Chan’s got power and money, yes, but he’s not corrupt or evil. And he’s definitely not going to blow up his own factory and kill innocent people in the process for any reason.”

Minho flinched as you wiped an alcohol covered cotton pad across the cut, “You’ve never met him and yet you sound so sure about him.” He commented, admittedly letting his own curiosity of what you’d think loosen his mouth a little. “How do you know he isn’t corrupt or evil?”

You simple peered up at him, gently applying the healing ointment to his lip now, and smiled softly, “Because I don’t think you’d have put yourself in front of him, if he was either of those things.” You answered easily. “You’re not corrupt, or evil, so I doubt you’d work for someone who is.”

“I could be.” He said softly, his eyes following your every move.

You stopped putting the first aid kit away, staring back up at Minho with soft eyes and an even softer smile, “You carry cat treats in your pockets when we go on walks because of the stray cats around this neighborhood. You help Mrs. Yang down the hall with her groceries when you see her struggling in the lobby. You wave at kids on the street whenever we go somewhere.” You grinned up at him, “You are not corrupt or evil, baby.”

“You sound awfully sure about that.” He countered, an almost undetectable edge to his words.

You looked him in the eyes. “Because I am sure about it,” You replied easily. “I have never once felt unsafe with you, or around you. You actually make me feel the safest I’ve felt since I was a child and given all the things I’ve seen in my life, that’s as close to a miracle as it gets, Min.”

You were both quiet for a moment before you gave him a gentle smile, “Is Chan okay?”

He let out a small sigh and nodded, “Completely, yeah. The guy never got near him.”

“Thanks to you,” you offered him a gentle smile. “Did Chan have the guy arrested or is he pressing charges on your behalf?”

Minho hesitated for a mere second in his reply, knowing that where that guy was currently locked up was the furthest thing from a lawful imprisonment that someone could get when it came to Chan or the guys, “Something like that, yeah.”

You nodded, “Good. Then whatever happens to him from here on out is entirely deserved for trying to attack your boss.” Then you let out a soft breath, “I’m just glad that you’re okay, though. You’re not in too much pain, are you?” You asked, gently cupping his slightly bruised cheek.

He shook his head, “I’ve dealt with much worse, jagi, don’t worry about me.”

You gave him a look, “Normally I don’t, but when you show up at my apartment at almost midnight with a face that’s bloody and bruised, it’s kind of hard not to, my love.”

You both fell into a quick silence once again. Minho was waiting for you to truly begin questioning him about what really happened, while you were just looking over his face, really taking in his very minor injuries. You had questions- of course you had questions- but you weren’t going to ask any of them because it wasn’t anything he wanted to talk about, clearly. If he did, he never would’ve stopped talking in the first place.

But you never asked anything else.

He just continued to stare down at you for another moment, before he grabbed the sides of your face, quickly blanketing your lips with his. He knew he caught you off guard, but you kissed him back eagerly, gripping the sides of his shirt in your hands as you relaxed into the kiss, letting him pull you as close as possible before he slowly wrapped his hands under your thighs, and lifted you from the floor.

You pulled away from his lips in surprise, eyes wide as he carried you out of the bathroom and straight to your bed. He peered up at you, standing with his knees just barely brushing the mattress, set on laying you down as you stared at each other.

You could see the words swirling behind his eyes, but he wasn’t actually saying anything, as you gently stroked his cheek with one hand, the other still threaded in the back of his hair. “What are you thinking about, my love?” You whispered, your nose brushing his.

How did Minho know that things with you would be any different?

Minho would admit to not knowing everything, but he was as sure about you as he was about breathing. And while he was still hesitant about many things because this was so entirely new to him, and his only example for something similar went down in flames, and is now the reason Chan implemented new foundations for new protocols within the crew for safety.

You were nothing like Haerin- Minho hadn’t trusted her from the moment Chan introduced her to the boys- but you? Minho was captivated by you the moment he laid eyes on you. And he felt as comfortable around you as he did around all the boys, he always has.

He took that to mean that his sixth sense was still working, he’d never been wrong about someone or something yet, not even after all the years he’s spent not trusting a single person other than the crew, or you.

There was something about you that he could never pinpoint, something that told him you were everything you seemed to be where he was concerned. You had your secrets, but he didn’t push about knowing them, anymore than you pushed him to know his.

How did Minho know that things with you would be any different?

Because you showed him every single day that you wanted the person he was at 2 in the morning while you both are wrapped up together in your bed, talking about how he’d reorder the letters of the alphabet if he had to.

And when you asked him how work was at the end of the day, it was the same questions, “How was your day, baby?” and, “I hope you had a good day today because my god, you look too handsome to not have had a good day.” And honestly, his favorite to answer to when he tells you it was a slow day, “Did your day go as slow as mine did today because you missed me so much?”

You never asked for more, and when he tells you that he doesn’t want to talk about his day, you smile at him, kiss his cheek and tell him that it’s okay, “We can just make dinner, then.” And the night goes on like he’s just some regular joe kinda boyfriend.

Minho doesn’t pretend to know everything, but he’s positive that he knows this much is true.

He let out a breath through his nose, pecking your lips once, twice, three times before he knelt on the bed. “How much I love you.” He mumbled gently laying you on your back as he trailed soft kissed from your lips, down your neck, across the bare skin of your chest, where you shirt didn’t cover, before he was planting his lips back on yours again.

His words rang in your ears, and you slowly pulled away from him, your eyes flicking between his. “You mean that?”

He cupped your cheek, a small smile on his face, “With everything I have.”

You blinked, “Say it again.” You whispered.

He pecked your lips once, mumbling against them, “I love you.”

You hummed softly into the next kiss, hands tangled in his hair, “I love you.” You said against his lips.

The weight of his body on top of yours was comforting and yet, also lighting a fire within you, the longer he kissed you- which by now felt like an eternity. His hands trailed along your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he held and gripped different parts of you. And you could feel that you weren’t the only one being affected.

“Min,” You breathed softly, your eyes closed at the feeling of his lips pressed to your neck, before you gasped in pleasure when he sank his teeth into your skin.

“I want you.” He panted against your shoulder, “Fuck, I-I need you, baby.”

You felt yourself nodding before he’d even finished talking, gripping the back of his head tightly, pulling his lips back to yours, “Please, Minho. Please, touch me.” You begged, arching your back and pressing your chest into his.

He let out a strained noise, quickly kissing you again, and letting his hand wander a little lower than before, his fingertips dancing along the band of your sweatpants for only a moment before he slid his hand under the elastic.

You moaned into his mouth, the feeling of him applying gentle pressure against your clit before he started teasing your slit, was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You’re soaked already, baby,” He smirked against your lips, teasingly rubbing his finger up and down your slit even slower, “What should I do about that, hmm?”

You let out a shaky breath, as he continued his ministrations, “Do anything, just don’t be gentle about it.”

He chuckled darkly, nudging his nose against your jaw, “Oh, baby, no. Of course not.” His breath fanned your neck before he pressed the lightest kiss to your skin, “I’m not going to make love to you, I’m not even going to fuck you.”

You whined, your brows pinching together as you shot him a pleading look, “Please.”

He cupped your jaw with his other hand, keeping your eyes on his as he smiled wickedly, “You’re still going to get my cock, baby, don’t worry. But this time- this time, I’m going to own you. Completely.” His eyes searched yours, “Got it?”

You whimpered, your mind already fuzzy from just him toying with you, but his words were sending your brain into a haze as you nodded as much as you could with him tightly holding your jaw.

“Use your words, Kitten. You never stop using that pretty mouth, so don’t stop now.”

Your eyes closed as he suddenly plunged two fingers into your core, easily hitting that spongy spot within you. “Fuck!” You moaned, digging your nails into his bicep. “Yes, baby. I’m yours, you know I’m always all yours.” You babbled, already feeling the not in your stomach tightening. “Use me, own me, do whatever you want to me.” You panted, throwing your head further into the mattress.

Minho’s eyes were glued to your face, watching you squeeze your eyes shut tighter as you moaned out his name like a prayer. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, and just from the way your hips were twitching, he knew you were already getting close. So he stopped. Pulling his fingers from you and from inside your pants before bringing them to his lips.

You whined, your head shooting up as you looked at him with slightly tear filled eyes, “No, please! I was so close, baby. Please, don’t stop.”

Minho just let out a low chuckle at you, before he grabbed the waistband on your pants, “I’m just getting started, baby. You don’t want it to be over already, do you?”

Your chest heaved in frustration as you stayed on your back, staring up at him as he pulled your sweats off, along with your panties, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

If he thought you’d become some pliant little princess without some kind of backtalk, he was sadly mistaken, and didn’t know you as well as you thought he did.

You took a deep breath, trying to let your heart rate come down some more from your stolen orgasm, before you smirked up at him. “You can make me cum more than once, can’t you? You have before.”

He stopped unbuttoning his own pants and stared at you, slowly raising an eyebrow at your words. He nodded slowly a few times, his tongue poking out of his mouth, running it over his lips before he grinned at you, “Should’ve known you say some dumb shit.” He sighed affectionately, sliding his pants off finally, “I hope you know what you’ve just done, kitten. Because now I get to see how many times you can cum before you’re begging me to stop.”

You felt the excitement thrumming within you, mixing with the slight hesitancy as his words, watching him finish stripping down to nothing in front of you.

“Take it off.”

You met his eyes, “What?”

You watched his smirk widen when he realized that you’d been staring at the rest of him. “Your shirt.” He told you again, gesturing to it with just his eyes, “Take it off, or I’ll rip it off you myself.”

You swallowed thickly, reaching for the hem of it as you held his gaze, “Is that a promise?” You asked, your voice low as a playful smile tugged at your lips.

“Test me and find out.” He challenged you, a look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine as you slowly dropped your hands back to the bed beside you.

“Rip it off then.”

He kept your gaze as he knelt back on the bed, settling in between your open legs, and slowly trailing his hands up your legs until he’d reached the tops of your thighs. “You really want to test the boundaries tonight, don’t you?” He asked, continuing to drag his hands up your body.

The shirt bunched up slightly under his hands as his hands met your ribcage, fingers splayed wide along your sides before he took both hands, and grabbed at the collar of the shirt and pulled. The sound of tearing fabric sent a jolt of excitement through your body, and you gasped when he let both sides of the destroyed shirt fall to your sides, leaving your chest bare below him to stare at.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment as his eyes roamed your body, before he caught your eyes again and smirked, “Let’s see how much you can take then, huh?”

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Middle of the Night (F) :: c.sc

Synopsis: S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff. Domestic Fluff

Warnings: A single mention of an r rated moment, mentions of suffocation but not for any malicious reasons... ifkyk. It's more implied that it's a fem reader, but it could still be read as GN since there's no pronouns, or mentions of body parts, either. But the r rated comment does read, and therefore imply fem reader.

Night had fallen hours ago. Seungcheol had been home from the studio for only 2 hours and the moment he’d gotten out of his shower (and gotten pants on) he’d picked you up from the couch and carried you to bed, simply stating, “It’s late and you know that I can’t sleep without my favorite blanket.”

You only shook your head, humoring him until he unceremoniously dropped you onto the bed, before all but flopping onto it beside you with a tired sigh.

You stared at him for a moment, cocking an eyebrow at his completely faced down form while you waited for him to pick his head up so he could breathe.

“Uhh, honey,” You started, seeing as he was still laying there without so much as an acknowledgment. “Cheol, pick your head up, you’re gonna suffocate."

He let out a small chuckle before slowly turning his head to look over at you- a certain glint in his eye as he did. “I didn’t hear you complaining this morning.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly slapped his shoulder, “Stop it!” You exclaimed.

Seungcheol rolled over onto his back, laughing as you got off the bed and started heading towards the ensuite bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before you actually crawled into bed with him for the night.

3 hours later, he was passed out like a baby behind you, and you were tossing and turning trying to get comfortable enough to even attempt sleeping.

You sighed for what felt like the thousandth time as you flopping onto your back and stared up at the ceiling. The room had a faint and soft glow from the lights of the city outside your window, the thin curtains you and Seungcheol had picked out when you moved into the apartment only stopping a miniscule amount of light from coming in at night.

You didn’t mind it, in truth you actually loved that the room always seemed to be bathed in the softest light, no matter the time of day because of the curtains.

You attempted to roll over again, this time towards your sleeping boyfriend, and in the low light you could just barely make out the features on his peaceful looking face.

There was no truer a statement than how much you loved Choi Seungcheol, but in that moment, you felt so much annoyance towards your incredibly loving boyfriend at the fact that he was sound asleep, and you were not.

You sighed again, and rolled over once more.

“What’s keeping you up, my love?” Seungcheol’s sleep-ridden whisper sounded softly through the room.

You turned your head back towards him and frowned, “I don’t know,” You pouted.

He let out a sigh through his nose before he opened his arm, silently motioning you to him.

Without a word between you, you easily moved close enough to him so he could close his arm around your body, pulling you into his chest before he tiredly sighed again as you settled against him.

He waited a moment for you to actually stop moving before he slowly started carding his fingers through your hair. You knew he was fighting off falling back to sleep because his movements were stuttered and slow, and any annoyance you’d held moments ago was completely washed away in slight guilt that you’d woken him up after the day that he’d had.

A silence blanketed the room once more and you tried desperately to will yourself to sleep, thankful that your boyfriend was still playing with your hair with one hand, and the other was slowly rubbing up and down your back as he tried to help you fall asleep.

Sadly, it was in vain. Well, mostly.

He’d managed to get you tired enough that you could feel your eyes slowly feeling a little bit heavier, and then he fell asleep.

And you were almost wide awake again.

You had no idea what time it was, all you knew was that it was a good thing you were off tomorrow, and his schedule didn’t start until later in the day- because he was about to hate you.

You debated with yourself for a moment, before throwing caution to the wind and gently poking his bare chest.

“Cheol?”

“Cheolie? Do you think we’re together in an alternate universe?” You asked finally.

You heard him sigh, then grumble softly, enough that you could feel his chest vibrate softly. “Go to bed,”

“What if we’re already married and have 5 kids in that universe?” You asked instead of listening to him.

You felt his head move, so you moved yours and ended up meeting his eyes in the near dark.

“We have 12 in this universe; I think that’s enough. Now go to bed.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a chaste kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t seem to wipe off the large grin that had emerged on your face at the mention of the members and how Cheol views them as not only his kids- which you already knew- but as yours as well. He thinks of you and him as their pseudo-parents, and that made your heart feel incredibly full and you couldn’t even put into words how that made you feel.

You laid your head back onto his chest and you could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“What’s got you so worked up, baby?” You asked softly.

Cheol cleared his throat quietly, “I just realized that I’d never told you that I think of us as the group’s parents.”

“And now that you have?”

His arms tightened around you, “I’m hoping it doesn’t go to your head.” He teased.

You let out another soft giggle, burying your face into his chest before pressing a gentle kiss to his collarbone, “Too late, already did.”

You felt his chest vibrating before you heard him start laughing, “You’re pretty good at parenting them, so I always thought it was implied.” He told you a moment later, after a sweet silence had fallen between you for a quick second.

You snuggled deeper into his hold, feeling your body growing heavy finally, “I had always hoped it was how you felt, but I never wanted to assume.” You replied, trying to cover up a yawn.

He hummed softly, his hand back in your hair after he pressed another kiss to your forehead, “Well now you know,”

You could hear the smile in his voice as you closed your eyes, finally feeling the sleep taking over your body. “Now I know,” You repeated, the words all but a whisper as sleep finally overtook you.

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Stay (A/F) :: k.m

Synopsis: Sometimes distance doesn't make the heart grow fonder.

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: Angst and fluff.

Warnings: Allusions to online bullying but nothing is explicitly said. Arguing, crying, cursing.

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes the longer you stared down at your phone. The endless stream of hateful words - tweets, Instagram comments - every social media profile people could find of yours had been flooded the few days, technically since people figured out that you and Mingyu were actually dating, and you weren’t just some random staff member that seemed to always be around him for work reasons.

You hadn’t said anything to any of the guys about the comments and messages you’d been getting, and you certainly hadn’t said anything to Mingyu about them because you already knew how he was going to react once you did, but it was obvious to the guys that something was going on with you, and it wasn’t anything good.

The first one to truly notice it was Mingyu, but when he asked you if everything was okay, you told him that you’d been a lot busier at the company with different things- it wasn’t a total lie, you had just been promoted so it wasn’t much of a stretch for him to believe it. Then when the news of your relationship started appearing in the headlines of certain sites, both of you were stressed out and worried about a thousand things at once.

The next person to figure out something was wrong with you was Wonwoo. Since Mingyu and him lived together and you were over at the dorm all the time, with and without Mingyu, it wasn’t hard for Wonwoo to notice something was different with you. Sometimes when you weren’t really focused on anything, he would notice a far off look on your face or how sometimes you just acted a little more distant than you meant to before quickly covering it up with a joke or a flippant comment about something else.

Then slowly, one by one, the rest of the guys started noticing the way you were distancing yourself from all of them. They would constantly invite you out with them like they always had but they started noticing that you were declining more and more, saying you were too tired that night, or how you just wanted a quiet night in after such a busy day.

It got to the point that Seungcheol had suggested not inviting you for a bit, so you stopped feeling bad about telling them no every time, something he knew you did because he heard you say as much to one of the stylists that you were friends with one day after they had invited you to lunch with them that morning.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on the conversation, but he had been looking for you to talk about something that was part of their group schedule for the day, and as he turned a corner he saw you and once of their stylists standing a little ways away talking and he could tell that you were trying not to cry as you told her how awful you felt about how often you told them no to their invitations anymore.

“I barely see them outside of this stupid building anymore,” You sighed, wiping your eyes quickly. “I haven’t even slept at the dorm in almost a month because it’s easier to just go back to my apartment alone than to be there with Gyu. And I feel like screaming every single time I tell any of them no for something.”

The stylist frowned softly, as Seungcheol watched her rub your arm, “Then why do you keep saying no?”

He watched you give her a gut wrenchingly sad look, even from where he stood down the hall from you, he could see your eyes turning red as a tear rolled down your cheek. “You know why, Soo.”

Seungcheol hated seeing the look on your face, hearing the sadness in your voice, so he backed up a little bit around the corner and started walking around it like he hadn’t been listening, and headed straight for you with a giant smile on his face.

He pretended like he didn’t notice you wiping your face the second you saw him coming towards you, and his heart broke slightly when he saw the smile you plastered on your face as soon as his eyes met yours.

“Cheol! Hi,” You grinned up at him, as he stopped in front of you.

He offered you a quick nod, then one for the stylists, too, “Hi, Y/n, Sooyung-Noona, do you mind if I borrow them for a moment?” He asked her, “I just have a question about our schedule for today.”

The stylist smiled at him and nodded, giving you a soft look, too. “Of course, Y/n, if you have anything else you need, come see me later, okay?”

You nodded at her words, mouthing a quick thank you to her before she smiled at the both of you and turned away, heading back into the room you had pulled her from earlier.

Seungcheol waited until the door had closed behind her, before he easily pulled you into a tight hug, obviously catching you off guard by the surprised noise that sounded from you.

“What was that for?” You asked him softly, once he’d stepped back again.

“Your eyes are red; you’d obviously been crying about something.” He mumbled softly, lying softly as he looked down at you, “Figured you could use a hug and since Gyu isn’t here, I’m good in a pinch.” He smiled sweetly down at you.

You huffed softly, silently hating that he had noticed you crying, but also thankful that he hadn’t pressed about why. “I just feel bad that I keep saying no, every time you guys ask me to hang out with you all.”

He shrugged, still smiling at you, “Don’t worry about it. You’re incredibly busy, sometimes even more than we are. I feel bad that you have to keep saying no. When your schedule opens up a little more, tell me, or Gyu and then we’ll figure out something for all of us to do together, that sound okay?”

He let out a quiet sigh of relief at his understanding and nodded, “That sounds great. Maybe I’ll treat you guys to something this time, yeah?”

He let out a laugh and shook his head, “Not a chance, but nice try.”

You laughed softly at his words, and rolled your eyes, knowing none of them would ever let you pay for anything around them before you asked him what he had a question about.

That had been almost 2 months ago, and you still had yet to tell him or Mingyu that your schedule was never so busy that you couldn’t put something aside for even a little while to hang out with them once and a while. You didn’t think you were going to for a while, either. Mostly because you wanted to wait until all the comments and messages either died down, or they stopped bothering you as much, and since neither had happened yet, you didn’t want to go out to eat somewhere with the guys and have someone get more pictures of you with them. The last time that happened, the flood of messages you got still gave you nightmares.

You closed out every app on your phone and locked it, staring at your distorted reflection on the black screen and reached your hands up to your eyes to wipe them, then your phone started to ring.

My Heart❤️

Mingyu.

And it was a video call. You were happy the lights in your room were dimmed so he wouldn’t be able to see you that well as you answer the call, throwing up the same fake smile that you’d given Seungcheol all those weeks ago.

“Hi, baby!”

His beaming smile filled your chest with equal parts warmth and cold- warmth from love and the cold from the decision you’d made not even an hour ago.

“Love of my life,” He grinned at you through the phone. “Would you be so kind as to let me in, sweetheart?” He asked, “I’ll be at your door in a minute and my hands are pretty full.”

You froze, staring at him through the screen, “What?”

He gave you a quick confused look before his eyes focused back on where he was walking, “I know it’s kind of late, and very last minute, but I wanted to come see you. I feel like I haven’t gotten any time with you in weeks. Like proper time, and I thought tonight would be a good time since I know you’re off tomorrow and I’m also technically off tomorrow because I have an open schedule.” The words continued to pour out of his mouth, and quickly. “I’ve just really been missing you and you used to love when I’d come over unannounced when we first started seeing each other, I thought it’d be a nice surprise, ya know?”

You could tell he was almost at your door, so you couldn’t stall him or tell him it wasn’t a good time at the moment, so you quickly pushed yourself out of your bed and rushed towards your front door, while you hung up the call without saying anything, your eyes seeing the multiple notifications about more messages you’d gotten just since answering the phone call.

A thousand thoughts shot themselves through your mind in a panic, Was he followed? Do people know where I live now? Is someone going to try breaking into my apartment now when I’m not home- or worse, when I am?

You quickly unlocked the security lock and pulled your door open, just as he was stepping up to it.

He was frowning when you met his eyes.

“Why did you hang up?”

You didn’t reply, just grabbed two of the bags from his arms and turned to walk them into the kitchen while he pulled his shoes off before following behind you.

You heard your phone go off again – more messages.

“Baby?” He called softly, walking into the kitchen behind you.

You simply hummed, starting to pull things from the bags before he grabbed your hands and tried to get you to look up at him.

Another message.

“What’s going on,” He asked. “You always stay on the phone with me until you open the door.” You could hear the confusion in his voice as you continued to evade his stare, until he gently grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

The worry in his eyes broke your heart, and you could feel yourself trying to pull your hands from his before a sob clawed its way from your throat as your phone went off again, and again, and again.

The worry in his eyes flooded the rest of his body as he tried to calm you down, attempting to wrap his arms around you as you cried, yelling at him to let you go while trying with everything you had to push him away from you.

“Hey, hey, hey, what is going on? Y/n, please, calm down and talk to me, baby? What happened?”

You continued to struggle against him for a moment before you all but finally collapsed against his chest, tears streaming down your face.

He held you as close to his chest as he physically could, softly shushing you as he moved his fingers through your hair, as he mumbled gentle words, telling you it was okay, and that you were okay.

After a couple moments, when you’d finally calmed down enough that you were just softly hiccupping into his chest, he let out a soft sigh and tilted your head up, so you were looking at him. He gently cupped both of your cheeks and wiped his thumbs across them, trying his best to get rid of all traces of the tears that had tracked your face.

Then he offered you one of the softest smiles and easily leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Before you could even open your mouth, your phone sounded off from the counter again. You squeezed your eyes shut as you pushed away from him again, putting at least 2 feet between you. “I-I think you should go, Mingyu.” You whispered.

“What, why?” He asked, his voice no higher than yours.

You could feel the bile rising in your throat as you lied to him, “I don’t- I don’t want you here.”

His eyebrows couldn’t get any closer as he stared at you with an incredulous look. “Why not,” He asked. “Did I do something?”

You quickly shook your head, “No, of course not.” You told him easily.

He tried to take a step towards you, but you took another step back, and watched his face fall as soon as you did. “Then why?”

You could see his eyes beginning to slowly fill with tears as you both stared at each other. “Because I don’t.”

He shook his head, making the tears fall as he did, “That’s not an answer, Y/n. If I didn’t do anything wrong, tell me why you don’t want me here.”

You just kept shaking your head, “I just don’t Mingyu, I don’t-“

Another message.

He groaned, glaring at your phone on the counter. “Why is your phone blowing up so fucking much,” He yelled, reaching for it.

“No!” You panicked, yelling at him not to touch it as you quickly moved to take it from him before he could unlock it.

You stopped moving- almost frozen, watching as his eyes quickly filled with more tears as he scrolled through the hundreds of messages you’d gotten just tonight. The soft light of your phone screen lit up the tears in his eyes in a way that would be poetic, were it not so heartbreaking knowing the horrible things he was reading about you.

“Mingyu, please,” You cried, but unable to say anything else.

Finally he looked up at you, and you could feel your heart breaking into a thousand different pieces.

“Why didn’t you say anything,” He whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me this was happening?”

Your eyes trailed along his face as you tried to put into words what had been going through your mind this whole time. “How could I? What was I supposed to say to you?”

He dropped your phone back onto the counter and wrapped his arms around you, his voice cracking as he whispered that he was sorry.

You shook your head, trying to look up at him, “You have nothing to apologize for, Gyu. You couldn’t have known- I didn’t want you to know.” You cried, cupping his face. “I thought I could distance myself from you until it stopped, I thought that the space would help it not hurt so much but I was wrong. I was so wrong. I’m so sorry, baby.”

You buried your face into his chest as you both cried; Mingyu because he had no idea that this was the reason you’d been so distant lately, and you because you felt so terrible about having put him through it.

“Don’t give me space. That’s the last thing I ever want from you.” He whispered to you, doing everything he could to pull you even closer to him. “How did I not know you were dealing with this?”

You sniffled, “I blocked everything about our relationship on your phone so you couldn’t see it.” You admitted. “Every key word that I could think of that would let you see any of this stuff. Because I knew how you would react to it, and I didn’t want to put you in that position.”

He cradled your face in his hands, his cheeks streaked with tears, “That should’ve been my decision, sweetheart. Whatever position it would’ve put me in, should’ve been my choice. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to protect you from things like this.”

For a long moment, you both stood in your kitchen, his arms wrapped tightly around your body as you both slowly started to calm down. The silence between you was broken every few seconds when your phone would ding once more from the counter and after about the fifth or sixth notification, Mingyu let out a deep, heavy sigh before grabbing your phone again.

“What are you doing?”

He quickly glanced at you as he scrolled and tapped away on your phone, not offering you an answer.

“Gyu, what are you doing?” You asked again, a soft lilt in your voice as the panic slowly started rising in your body at the pure angry look that had settled on his face.

“I’m doing what I should’ve done in the beginning.” He told you, pulling his phone off the counter as the text tone he’d set for you went off a number of times before he’d gotten it unlocked and pulled your tread up.

You looked down and saw that he had sent himself a bunch of screenshots of messages that people had sent to you before he handed your phone back to you. “I blocked everything on your phone, like you did to mine. And now, when someone comments on your stuff for everything, I’ll get a notification, too. And if it’s negative in any way, I’ll send it to the company.”

“What are they going to do about what people are saying about me,” You asked. “I’m not an Idol, what gets said about me doesn’t matter.”

A look flashed in his eyes, “It matters to me. And I’m going to make it matter to the company. I will not let anyone say shit about you and get away with it, and if I have to start suing people, or make the company sue people, I’ll fucking do it.”

A feeling filled your body, and your eyes began to fill with tears. Mingyu’s eyes softened before he gently cupped your cheek, “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

You barely shook your head, sniffling softly as you quickly wiped your face, “Other than the fact that I feel like an idiot for having thought it would be better to not tell you about this in the first place, nothing.”

He let out a soft chuckle just as you collided with him in a tight hug, “You’re not an idiot, my love.”

You laughed softly, “No, for this, I was though.” You looked back up at him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just- I thought that I could handle it on my own, and that eventually it would stop, and things would be okay again. But then it didn’t stop, it just seemed to get worse the longer it went on.”

You sighed and shook your head, “And I don’t want you to think that I don’t trust you or anything, because I do, with everything I have in me. I didn’t want to burden you with this, because you’ve been so stressed out about all the performances and filming you guys have been doing lately, I was trying to not add more stress to your shoulders.”

“There is nothing you could do that would add stress to my life,” He smiled, his eyes flitted across your face for a moment before he let out a soft sigh, cupping your cheek again and gently rubbing his thumb along your skin. “I love you,” He said easily, like he’d said it a million times, but it wasn’t- it was the first time either of you had said it to the other.

Your eyes widened, and before you could even open your mouth, he continued.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a couple weeks, but you kept skipping out on spending time with me. And telling you over the phone or in a text wouldn’t do. Not for the first time.”

You chuckled, feeling your cheeks hurting from how much smiling you were doing.

“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t say anything to me and were dealing with this on your own, when you never should’ve had to deal with it to begin with,” A solemn look flashed through his eyes as he stared into yours. “I hope that you know there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that you can’t tell me, or talk to me about. Part of being your boyfriend is hearing about everything you’ve got going on, the good, the bad- all of it. I want to know it all, even when it’s painful.”

You nodded, blinking a couple times to try your best to clear the tears from your eyes before they fell. “I’ll try to be better about talking to you about things. But all of that applies to you with me, too, ya know. There is nothing that you can’t tell me, or confide in me about.”

He grinned, “I know.”

You smiled back at him, “Good, by the way, what was that thing you said a minute ago? Something you’d been wanting to tell me for a while?”

He chuckled, then gave you a look, “That first time thing?”

You simply nodded, smiling widely, “I think it was three words.”

“It couldn’t possibly be when I said, I love you, could it?” He teased.

You grinned wider somehow, “Yeah, that!” You giggled before setting your chin on his chest and looking up at him. “Say it again?”

He sighed softly, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Gyu. So much.” You whispered back, before moving slightly to connect your lips to his in a soft kiss.

One he hummed gently into as he pressed you closer to him, splaying his hands across your back before he slowly pulled away, “So, do you still want me to leave?” He teased gently.

You giggled, shaking your head, “No, I want you to stay. For as long as you want to tonight.”

“Sleepover?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows with a wide grin that made you laugh.

“Sleepover.” You grinned.

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Practice Makes Perfect (A/F) :: k.sm

Synopsis: A night at dance practice ends wrong for both you and Seungmin.

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending. Idiots to Lovers.

Warnings: Slight yelling, crying, Softie Seungmin, hurt MC, hurt Seungmin.

You and Seungmin had been friends for years, but when he first started training to become an Idol, you guys lost contact for a little while. Then not too long before the survival show started, you had bumped into him at a convenience store one night and it felt like no time had passed at all, while you caught up over some food the next day- at his persistent insistence.

That little reunion also sparked the tiny crush you had found yourself harboring for your friend, from years before, that you’ve now been keeping to yourself in the years since the group’s debut.

He was busy a lot, and you knew that was something that you were going to have to learn to deal with and accept, being his friend, especially as time went on and the group became more and more popular. So you tended to hang out the most, late at night when he finished his schedules, or he’d call you and beg you to come to the company to spend some time with him while he practiced on your days off.

Which is currently where you found yourself- sitting with your back pressed up against the floor to ceiling mirror in one of the many practice rooms throughout the building, watching the incredibly focused faces of Stray Kids, while they ran through a dance practice over and over again, trying to make sure everything was perfect.

Every so often, you’d look up from your book, your eyes flitting from face to face as they moved here and there, fixing and adjusting the moves before you’d land on Seungmin’s slightly flushed face, taking in all the little details you already had memorized in your brain. Some time’s he’d catch you looking at him, and his focused façade would fall just enough for him to make a face at you, before he tuned back into whatever it was one of the guys was saying and you’d return to your book.

You’d been so engrossed in your book finally though, that you didn’t notice when Felix dropped to the ground next to you, and you jumped slightly when he nudged your side.

“Good book?” He chuckled softly.

You let out a deep breath, trying to calm down your fast beating heart as you marked your place and shut the book. “Yeah, I wouldn’t read it otherwise, silly.” You joked.

He playfully rolled his eyes, taking the book from your lap and reading the title before giving you a look, “I think Seungmin has this book, too.”

You nodded slowly, “That’s because that is his book.” You told him, taking it back and dropping it into your lap again, “He told me that he thought I’d like it, so he’s letting me borrow it.”

Felix hummed, making a face at you, “And that jacket sure looks familiar, too.” He wiggled his eyebrow, gently tugging on the corner of the jacket adorning your body.

You tried to hide the blush rising on your cheeks as you rolled your eyes, “I was cold when I first got here. He’ll demand it back before we leave.”

Felix scoffed, looking across the room to where Seungmin was playfully arguing with Changbin about something again, “Bet you a cup of coffee he doesn’t.”

You pulled your eyes from Seungmin’s laughing face to Felix’s smirking one, “I already bought you coffee today.”

“And I thanked you for it!” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes again, shaking your head softly. “I always give his jackets back before I leave, anyway, so you’re wasting a bet.”

He shrugged, watching Seungmin finally making his way towards you both. “Humor me,” He mumbled to you before Seungmin got too close.

You scoffed a small laugh but shook your head, “Not tonight, Lix.”

Seungmin sighed heavily as he dropped down next to your other side, leaning his head back against the mirror.

“You did good, Min.” You smiled, nudging his shoulder with yours.

He hummed softly, “Bet you told Felix the same thing.”

“She didn’t, actually. Hasn’t mentioned anything about my dancing today.” Felix playfully grumbled from your other side, crossing his arms with a cute little pout. “Or anyone else’s.”

Seungmin picked his head up, looking from Felix to you, “Just me?”

You nodded, “Just you.”

A smile easily broke out on his lips, “How good did I do, then?”

You shoved his shoulder, letting out a soft giggle, “I give you one compliment and it goes straight to that big head of yours, huh?” You joked.

He pushed you back, laughing, “You never compliment me! I’ve got to try to get what I can out of you.”

You gasped, faking a hurt look, “I compliment you all the time, Kim Seungmin! How dare you.”

He rolled his eyes, and made the same face he always did before he was going to mock you, “ ‘Hey, Seungmin, that verse didn’t suck the third time.’ Isn’t a compliment, Y/n.”

You looked at him, “I have never told you a verse sucked. That was Minho!”

In the far corner of the practice room, Minho’s laugh echoed as you pointed at him. “Yeah, that was me, Seungminnie. She’d never say something like that to you. To me, yes, to you- never.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, watching Seungmin look from Minho back to you. “I’d never tell any of you that a verse you did sucks.”

“Yeah, she’s too nice.” Han piped up from the center of the floor. “She’s never said one mean thing to any of us.”

“That’s not true,” Changbin shook his head, a wide grin on his face as he met your eyes. “She’s been mean to me before.”

“You deserved it.” You shot at him, no real venom in your voice. “You were mean to me first.”

“All I said was that you’re clumsy!”

“And that was mean!”

“You are clumsy.” Seungmin looked at you. “You almost fell getting out of the elevator when you got here earlier.” He added, “If I hadn’t caught you, you would’ve.”

Han started laughing, sitting up enough to look at both of you. “Wow, Y/n, you finally fell for him, huh?” He joked, making the boys all laugh.

You felt you cheeks warming again and moved enough to push yourself from the floor, “Shut up, Han.” You mumbled, looking back at Seungmin, “Are you done for the night? You know that I have class in the morning, so I don’t want to stay up too late tonight and I’m excited about our movie night.”

Seungmin looked up at you, a guilty look over taking his features as the rest of the guys went back to their own conversations, all of them gathering their things to leave the room for the night. “I, uhm, forgot that I have vocal practice tonight.”

Your shoulders dropped just as the door shut behind the last of the boys, leaving you and Seungmin alone in the dance studio, “You told me you only had dance practice today.”

“I know,” He pushed himself from the floor, “I know, I’m sorry. I forgot it got scheduled at last minute.”

You sighed, reaching for your bag on the ground where you’d been sitting, dropping Seungmin’s jacket onto the rest of his things. “Then why did I come here tonight? I would’ve just stayed home to study more if I’d known, Seungmin.” You told him, heading for the door.

“Because I still wanted to hang out with you.” He said, quickly moving in front of you to stop you from going any further.

“By hang out did you mean, me sitting on the floor while you practiced again?” You questioned; a slightly irritated tone laced through the words.

“You’ve never had a problem with that before.” He shot back, taking the same tone you had. “What’s the problem now?”

“Because we always left and went to do something else when you were done!” You argued, “I’m either here for dance practice or vocal practice! When was the last time you asked me to come have lunch with you?” You asked, staring up at him. “I’ll tell you- it’s been months, Seungmin. And it’s been weeks since we’ve done a movie night, too."

“You knew this was what my life is like from the moment we started hanging out again!” He said, his voice raised enough that it made you take a step back.

He’s never yelled at you before. Neither of you have ever yelled at the other.

“I have vocal practices and dance practices, and schedules that I have to follow,” He continued, his voice still raised. “This is my job, Y/n. I don’t come to your job and complain that you have things you have to do, do I? No, because I understand you get busy.”

You could feel your eyes stinging as the tears began to well up, before you stepped around him and started heading for the door again, “You don’t come to my job at all, Seungmin, because you can’t. And I have never once complained about that, or that you get busy.” Your voice wavered as you pulled the door open. “Next time, don’t ask me to come here, when you know you don’t have time for me. I’d hate to interfere with your schedules anymore than I already do.”

He faltered at the hurt in your voice, blinking a couple times as he watched you go, the words he wanted were stuck in his throat as he watched you walk out of the studio, the door shutting loudly behind you.

He stared at the door for another few seconds, half expecting you to come back through them, apologizing for getting so upset- because that's what you’ve always done, even when you being upset was entirely justifiable- like tonight.

When the door opened, Seungmin felt himself relax slightly, thinking it was really you, only for his shoulders to drop at the sight of Han instead.

Han gave him a weird look, “Hey, I know it’s only been like 15 minutes, but you don’t have to look so upset about seeing me again.” He tried to joke, looking around the room slightly. “Where’s Y/n? Thought you guys were doing a movie night tonight.”

Seungmin felt himself deflating even more, “She left.” He mumbled, grabbing his things from the floor next to where you’d been sitting, and heading for the door.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Han grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from getting any further out the door. “Why’d she leave?”

“Because she’s mad at me.” Seungmin told him, brushing his hand off. “I forgot I have vocal practice in a half hour and because I forgot, I didn’t tell her about it, even though I’ve known about it all day.”

“I thought she liked sitting in on your vocal practice?”

Seungmin sighed deeply, finally looking back at Han and shrugged slightly, “So did I, but I guess not.”

Han frowned, “What did she say?”

He sighed again, moving away from Han and starting down the hall, “Enough.”

The rest of Seungmin’s night went slowly- almost crawling by. He went to his vocal practice but got sent home barely an hour in because his teacher could see he was distracted, and by the time he got back to the dorm, he wanted nothing more than to go to bed.

Your night, however, went completely differently than you’d been expecting it to go. The second you got out of the building, you realized that it was raining, and raining hard. You stood there for a moment, staring up at the sky like you could glare at the rain enough to stop it from falling.

After another long moment, you figured you were already wet, so there was no point in rushing home, or even in calling for a ride, so you trudged your way home, wiping your eyes every so often and trying to convince yourself it was just to get the rain out of them and not the tears that hadn’t stopped falling since you stepped out of the dance studio.

By the time you’d gotten back to your little apartment, you were well and truly soaked from the rain. Your roommate had been staying at her boyfriend’s a lot more lately, so you weren’t surprised when you walked into an empty apartment. You slowly made your way through your place and straight for your bathroom to take a hot shower, in an attempt to warm yourself up and to hopefully make you feel a little better before you went to bed.

You did everything you could to not think about what had happened in the dance studio, or about Seungmin, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt at how things had played out. You’d never expected Seungmin to yell at you, much less for him to have even let you leave when you were that upset. It was something completely unlike him and you knew that was part of the reason you were so upset.

Over the years, you and Seungmin had petty, little fights, or arguments, but nothing like tonight. It was unheard of for either of you to have gone this long without calling the other after a fight to apologize, too. After you’d gotten out of the shower and had changed, you’d pulled your phone out of your bag and when you realized that it had died, you hesitated in even going to plug it in because you didn’t want it to turn back on, and for there to be messages or missed calls from him, because you didn’t want to talk to him right now.

Except that you actually did. But you were mad at him, too. But you wanted him to come over, so you guys could talk things out, and for everything to be normal, and like it usually is. You hated it when you guys had even the small fights that you worked out only minutes later.

This was killing you.

And it didn’t get any better for the next few days, when neither of you reached out to the other.

It wasn’t any better for Seungmin either, though. He’d spent the few days constantly looking at his phone, your contact pulled up, like he was waiting for it to magically ring and be you, or that the phone would just call you on its own, for him. Neither happened, of course.

He went through his days the rest of the week, like he was half awake for everything. It was difficult for him to focus during any practices, and it got to the point that all the boys were beginning to worry about him and his well-being.

Finally, after 4 days of watching him act like a zombie, Felix and Han hatched a plan to get the two of you to work things out.

Felix texted you, asking if you wanted to come get coffee with him and Han at the company. When you’d finally answered him, saying you didn’t know if you wanted to even see Seungmin yet, he’d told you that Seungmin wasn’t even on property that day, so there was no chance you’d see him.

He’d gone so far as to call you, with Han right there to also reassure you that Seungmin and Changbin had both had off property schedules today and they wouldn’t be done until late into the night. You’d eventually agreed, but mostly because they both kept begging you to come see them.

You knew that all of them had some idea of what happened between you and Seungmin that night, because you’d passed Felix and Minho when you were leaving, and when they noticed you were crying, they’d only managed to get a few words from you.

“Seungmin….. Fight….. Let me leave.”

You loved the guys, but you knew that they couldn’t keep secrets amongst each other to save their lives.

And that was also why you currently found yourself in the dance studio again, staring wide-eyed at the man himself.

“Felix, let me out of the room. Now.” You demanded, spinning around to face the freckled boy.

Felix shook his head, “I’m sorry, Y/n, but that’s not happening. You guys are staying in here until you talk whatever this thing is, out.”

You sent him a stiff glare, that shifted to Han when he shuffled slightly behind Felix. “You both lied to me and now you’re going to essentially hold me hostage?” You questioned slowly, “I don’t have time for this, guys! Just let me leave.”

“Don’t you want to fix things?” Han asked softly.

You hesitated in answering, and when you opened your mouth, the words didn’t come from you.

“I do.” Seungmin mumbled quietly from behind you.

You slowly turned to look at him, a tense air settling between you both are you sighed. “Fine, but you two are leaving.” You said, turning to look back at Felix and Han.

Han scoffed playfully, “Like we were going to stay for this, anyway. We were gonna lock the door so you definitely couldn’t leave.”

Your glare was back, making him shut his mouth and shuffle even further behind Felix as Felix smiled at you sweetly.

“We mean well.”

“Just leave.” You sighed, shaking your head softly, already feeling drained. “One of us will text you, if we work things out.”

“When you work things out.” Felix grinned again, pushing Han out the door. “Good luck!”

“Yeah, good luck!”

And with that, the door was shut, and you faintly heard them lock it before you finally turned back to look at Seungmin.

Silence quickly filled the room as you looked at each other. It’s been almost a week since you’d been in this room, this close to him, since you’d first thought that maybe you guys being friends wasn’t a good idea until you got your feelings for him to go away.

Slowly, he pulled his jacket off and held it out to you, giving you a soft look. “You look cold. Please take it.”

Just as slowly, you stepped close enough to grab it from him and pulled it on as silence settled once again between you.

“Are you going to say anything?” He asked softly.

“Am I supposed to?” You shot back, “You’re the one who yelled at me, not the other way around, Seungmin.”

He sighed, “I know.”

More silence stretched on for almost a minute before you sighed deeply, moving to grab your phone from your bag to tell Felix this was pointless as you moved closer to the door.

“I just wanted you here.” He said softly. “I wanted to see you. Is that so wrong?”

You stopped, your hand still wrapped around the handle, but you didn’t try to pull it open, or turn around.

“Is it?” He asked. “Because you were right, we’ve barely gotten to hang out at all lately with everything that I’ve got going on. I missed you. And I thought you missed me, too.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before finally turning to look at him, “No, it’s not wrong.” You admitted softly. “And I do miss you, Seungmin, but sometimes I feel like I’m bothering you when you have so much to do and I’m just here. Like I’m in the way. And it sounded like you thought so, too, especially how you yelled at me.”

“I’m sorry for how I acted that night. But you could never be in the way, Y/n. Not when I want you here, and that’s literally all the time.” He told you, crossing the floor closer to you.

“All the time?” You asked quietly, your eyes moving around his face the closer he got to you.

He stopped barely a foot in front of you, looking down at you with a nervous look in his eyes, “All the time,” He repeated, taking another step closer.

You stared up at him, both of you falling silent for the moment until he sighed quietly.

“You don’t know, do you?” He asked.

Your brow furrowed as you shook your head softly, “Know what?”

“How much I like you.” He whispered, daring another small step towards you.

Your eyes widened as you stared up at him, “You what?”

He let out a quiet, nervous chuckle. “I have feelings for you, Y/n.”

You continued to stare up at him, a million thoughts whirling through your mind as you slowly stepped closer to him, until there was no space between you. “What kind of feelings?” You whispered.

He looked down at you, his eyes roaming your face as you slowly took his hand in yours. “The kind where I think about kissing you every time you smile or laugh. The kind where I just want to be around you whenever I can. The kind where I want to hold you in my arms all the time and let you wear my clothes because they look better on you. The kind where I call you my girlfriend and not just my friend. And I’ve been going crazy the last few days not talking to you.”

He slowly trailed off, his eyes still looking into yours as you took a deep breath and smiled, “I’m smiling now, how come you’re not kissing me yet?” You joked softly, leaning towards him a little.

He scoffed out a small laugh, tightening his hand around yours as he cupped your cheek with his other hand, “I’m sorry, let me fix that.” He whispered, leaning down towards you as you leaned towards him, too.

You felt his breath barely fan across your lips before he pressed his lips to yours, tightly holding your face in his hand to keep you close. He dropped your other hand, wrapping that hand around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

His lips were soft on yours, and all those times you’d watched him put chapstick on, wishing you could just immediately kiss it right back off flashed in your mind. The daydreaming you’d done each of those times couldn’t compare to the real thing, though.

The way his lips seemed to mold perfectly against yours, the gentle yet firm way he kissed you, holding you close to him like he was worried you’d disappear the second he let go of you, the way you could feel him tightening and loosening his grip on your waist every few seconds while your lips moved against his- it was all perfect.

You threaded your fingers through his hair at the back of his head, twirling the strands even as you both slowly pulled away. You kept your eyes closed for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of pure happiness that you could feel coursing through your body as he gently pressed his lips to your forehead before you both just stood there, letting the silence continue to surround you.

Finally, you slowly peeled your eyes open, and tilted your head up enough to look into his eyes and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, taking in the redness of his now, kiss swollen lips.

“I have feelings for you, too, Min.” You whispered finally, watching his eyes turn into half- moons, disappearing under puffed up cheeks as he smiled.

“I’d hope so after that.” He replied softly.

You giggled quietly, dropping your forehead to his shoulder, letting him wrap his arms around you completely. “Does this mean you don’t want this jacket back?”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating as the sound echoed through the practice studio. “Were you hoping to win that bet against Felix?”

You laughed, nodding, “Too ambitious, huh?”

“A little, yeah. I want to keep my girlfriend warm,” He paused. “If she wants to be my girlfriend, that is.”

You finally picking your head up to look at him and grinned, “She does.”

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Fairytale (M/F/A) P1 :: l.mh

Synopsis: You both take a leap of faith and see what this new path takes you. But after something happens, Minho doesn't know if it's the right choice after all.

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k

Genre: Mafia AU. Fluff, some angst, eventual smut in later parts. Established friendship to relationship. Secrets.

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ audience! Violence, mentions of weapons- please don't read if anything related to violence are triggers for you in any way, shape, or form. This little series will not be without some deaths, sadly, I mean, they are mafia after all... Cursing, crying. The usual pet names- baby, jagiya, jagi.

If I forgot anything, please let me know so I can fix it, and more importantly, please ENJOY!

"Hey- are those flowers?"

Minho stopped walking, standing halfway down the hallway from you and slowly glanced down at the bouquet in his hands.

"Yes?" He said slowly, starting to walk closer to you again.

You were standing with one of your slipper clad feet propping your front door open, and raised an eyebrow at his admission, a slight smirk on your lips.

"You got me flowers?" You asked, still smiling as Minho handed them to you. "Is this because of the other day still?"

He met your eyes as you lifted the flowers to your nose, smiling as the mixed scent of the bouquet traveled through the air. The fresh memory of your fight outside a café a few days ago, flashing in his mind. A fight that he’d started.

Minho hesitated for a moment, remembering the cashiers comment of "Whoever's getting these flowers and that wine is one lucky girl." then nodded, "Yeah." Was all he said at first.

"I already forgave you. I know you’ve been stressed out because of work lately. So, you didn't have to get them, you know." You commented softly, still holding them up to your face, glancing at him through your eyelashes for a moment before pushing the door open enough to head inside. "But thank you, they're beautiful."

He nodded, well aware that you weren't looking at him anymore, "Those are your favorites, aren't they?" He asked softly, shutting the front door behind him before he slipped his shoes off. He made sure your back was still to him as his slid of his jacket, before safely tucking his gun into the overnight bag he’d brought with him after he’d set the bag on the floor.

"They are." You replied softly, moving around your kitchen to grab the only vase you owned, trying to hid the blush spreading across your cheeks.

I can't believe he remembered that.

Unbeknownst to you, Minho was also trying to cover the fact that he was blushing as he pulled the snacks and wine from the shopping bag, setting everything on the other counter as you filled the vase with water behind him.

"What else did you get?" You asked next, gently setting the vase- now full of water and the flowers- on top of the bar as you moved to stand next to Minho. You looked down at the snacks, eyes shining as another smile pulled at your face.

Minho had to mentally scream at himself for staring at you too long before he finally looked away. You literally kill people for a living, how is a single woman turning you into a high school kid again?! "Just some snacks for later." He smirked, trying to push his nerves away like Han told him to, "I know how you can't watch anything without snacks."

You laughed, shoving his shoulder a little, "You always eating like half of them too, so I don't wanna hear that shit."

Slowly, his nerves started to melt away as you both found your usual rhythm when you finally started cooking. This wasn't anything new for either of you, after all. The last couple months that you'd known each other, you and Minho had cooked countless meals together- too many to count really. You both had felt so comfortable with each other very quickly, and it made for a lot of time spent together when you both had the time.

That familiarity is what really got Minho to finally calm down completely, his (weirdly) nervous demeanor suddenly forgotten by the wayside as you both joked around, and you giggled at him dancing through the kitchen while his music playing through your Bluetooth speaker on the counter.

It felt normal for both of you- well, what Minho assumed would count as normal. Given his line of work, his version of normal was a little different than most people’s. But neither of you knew the other was both nervous, and perhaps a little excited about the next few days. Minho was spending the entire weekend with you for once; he’d told you that he wasn’t supposed to have anything to do for a few days and so, you’d offered for him to come stay at your apartment for a few days and relax and just enjoy his little vacation from work.

You both spent the next little while, eating and trying to choose something to watch before you eventually gave up, flopping backwards onto the couch and groaning.

"Just pick something. I literally don't even care anymore. Pick and we'll watch it." You said, holding the remote out to Minho without picking you head up.

He took the remote and set it on the coffee table before barely leaning towards your prone figure with a smile, "Why don't we go for a walk instead?" Your head shot up and you just looked at him. "Just a short one, then we'll come back and maybe something will sound interest then."

Really I just want the excuse to enjoy the night with you as if we were a couple and I was a completely normal guy.

You stared at him for a moment, then sighed dramatically as you sat back up, making Minho lean back into his cushion. "Fine. I guess a walk doesn't so too bad.” He grinned, watching you get off the couch. "Let me change into something else first though. I'm not going out in this old and gross shirt." You gestured to yourself.

Minho's face scrunched up, "Why? You look beau- fine. You look fine." He stopped himself, feeling his ears go red as you turned towards the hall.

He couldn't see your face, but you were fighting a losing battle with the blush spreading over your cheeks as you slowly took the first step towards the hall, keeping your back to him. "B-because it's a dirty shirt and I don't wear it out of the house. Just give me just a minute to put a different one on."

He only hummed in return, making sure that you had indeed disappeared behind your bedroom door before dropping his face into his hands and letting out a soft groan. It wasn’t hard to tell that there was something between you two, but Minho was always hesitant to really do anything about it.

"I gotta learn to shut up sometimes." He scolded himself softly, running his hands down his face before he got up and went to pull his shoes on and stealthily grabbing his gun from the bag, laying by the door, before he put it into the back of his pants, and made sure his shirt was covering it.

You came out not even a minute later with a dark blue, oversized shirt on and your camera in hand. "Since it's not too dark yet, I want to take some pictures while we're out." You smiled, pulling your shoes on too.

"Does that include pictures of me?" Minho asked, already sure of your answer.

You just gave him a look, "Doesn't it always?" you asked sarcastically, pulling him out of the apartment with a wide smile on your face.

Minho couldn't really complain though. He knew he was fucked the second he realized how just how deep his feelings for you really went. And so, he was more than happy to indulge in your constant picture taking, especially if it meant you'd smile at him like he was your whole world when you took one you thought was good. And he knew that you never posted them or showed them to anyone, so he was never worried about it.

The hold this woman has on me. She really is turning me into a fucking softie.

The short walk ended up being a lot longer than Minho had planned, and yet, when two hours had gone by and you guys were still walking around a park, enjoying the cool breeze and the peace of each other's company, Minho still couldn't find a reason to complain.

"Oh, Min, don't move!" You grabbed his arm to stop him, pulling the camera up towards your face.

Minho made a show of rolling his eyes but still looked down at you, "Oh, come on, Y/n, I can't possibly look good in that, it's too dark now." He whined unenthusiastically.

You just chuckled softly, shushing him before clicking the little button. "You always look good, Minho. Lack of light doesn't stop that." You’d said without much thought, lowering the camera to look over the preview with a grin. "Besides, the streetlights are giving you this like, ethereal prince look right now and it's perfect."

Minho felt his ears go red as you kept your eyes on the camera screen, he was also thankful it was dark so you wouldn't be able to see the blush on his face even if you did look up at him. "Ethereal prince, huh?" He asked slowly, moving to look down at the screen too.

Your eyes widened slightly as the words registered. You hadn't completely meant to be that honest, but you didn’t think you could really take it back now. "Mhm," You shyly hummed instead, tilting the screen towards him so he could see better. "That's what I said. The light is soft across your features. Totally hides that exhausted look you've got going on." You joked.

Minho gasped in fake hurt, lightly nudging you shoulder with his even as he smiled, leaning closer to look at the picture. "I thought you said I always look good." He teased lightly.

Your heart skipped a beat, your breath hitching when you’d finally looked back up at him. If I leaned towards him just a little more, I'd finally know what his lips felt like on mine.

Minho was still looking at the picture, but when you hadn't said anything back like he'd expected you to, he turned to look at you, almost bumping your nose with his. He hadn’t meant to get this close to you when he was looking at the picture.

He couldn't stop his eyes from roaming your face, landing on your lips for longer than could be considered an accident before he looked back into your eyes, swallowing slowly.

"Y-you do." You whispered finally, remembering that he’d said something, your eyes dropping to his lips then back up a second later.

"You think so?" Minho asked softly.

You barely nodded, feeling yourself lean towards him, "It's infuriating, actually. How good you always look. Even when you’re beat up."

Minho felt like he was going to burst into flames from the way you were looking up at him, but he couldn't bring himself to look, or move, away.

Instead, he leaned closer to you, too, lightly placing his hand on your hip, your shoulder still slightly pressed into his chest from before, as he slowly raised his other hand to your cheek.

Am I really about to do this?

You both thought.

It's now, or never. Minho thought next.

"Y/n?"

You hummed quietly, eyes still locked on his as he finally cupped your cheek completely, your breaths mingling together in the small space left between you.

"I-"

The words were caught in his throat as he stared deeper into your eyes, feeling you lean the rest of the way, and he watched your eyes flutter shut before you tentatively brushed your lips to his.

He stilled as your eyes met again before he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours in earnest, sighing against you when you both relaxed.

He swiped his thumb along your cheek, tilting your head a little to deepen the kiss. His head was spinning.

He had dreamt about this moment, how your lips would feel against his- always wondering if they'd be as soft as they looked. He never pictured himself as the kind of guy to think too much about someone, but you weren’t just someone to him. You haven’t been just someone, since the day you met.

This is better than I dreamed.

Your lips were as soft as he'd thought, the subtle hint of the strawberry chapstick that you'd applied over an hour ago still lingered, making him smile into the kiss.

Slowly, he felt you turn your body until you were almost chest to chest. His heart dropping into his feet the next second, when you pulled away, giggling.

"I'm sorry," You muttered, looking up at him, "Worst time to laugh, I know, but I was like 2 seconds from dropping my camera because of you."

Minho let out a soft sigh, "I thought you were laughing because I was a bad kisser or something." He admitted.

As you safely tucked the camera in your bag, you looked back up at him, a surprised look crossing your features, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you covered you mouth. "Oh, God no! Min, I'm so sorry." You covered you face completely, embarrassment flooding through you as you giggled nervously, "You're not a bad kisser, I promise. I-I liked it. A lot, actually."

Minho chuckled, reaching to pull your hands from your face. A warm feeling spread through his chest when he noticed the pink across your cheeks when you finally looked back at him.

He smiled shyly, as he slowly entwined his fingers with yours, cupping your cheek with the other hand. "Me too." He leaned down slowly, "I uhm actually have a confession to make, Y/n."

Your eyes widened slightly at the way your name seemed to just roll off his tongue like it was the first time he was ever saying it, the blush on your cheeks renewed as you nodded slowly. "Okay."

He nudged your nose with his softly, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours, "I've liked you as more than a friend for a long time.."

"Oh? And you’re just now figuring this out?" You teased, closing your own eyes, the hand he wasn't holding coming up to his chest.

He let out a low, nervous chuckle, "No, I’ve, uhm, I’ve liked you since the day we met.” He admitted softly, letting out a shaky breath.

"Is that why you were acting the way you were, the other day at the café?" You asked, the teasing tone gone from your voice, "Were you jealous?"

He nodded barely, sighing and pulling back to look at you, "I know that's not an excuse for it, but I just- I could tell that that waiter your type and I couldn't help but think that-"

"He wasn't my type." You said quickly, "Min, I don't have a type that literally isn't just you- Lee Minho. In case it wasn't obvious just now, I really like you, too, idiot." You giggled.

Minho scoffed in playful disbelief, a large smile never leaving his face, "Is that supposed to be a term of endearment to you? Because that's just rude."

You threw your head back, letting out a laugh and nodding, "For the two of us, I think it's pretty fitting, honestly."

"Still rude." Minho's hand found your cheek again before he quickly pressed his lips back to yours, letting out a breath through his nose when he felt you grip the front of his shirt.

He let go of your other hand to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him, land listening to you moan softly as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, threading your finger through his hair at the back and tilting your head to deepen the kiss as Minho slid his tongue into your mouth.

"Hey, get a room!" Someone yelled from behind you both.

You broke apart, both turning to look at whoever yelled at you, only to see the guy walking the other way shaking his head.

You and Minho shared a look before you both burst out laughing.

"I kinda forget we were standing in the middle of a park, honestly." You mumbled once you finally sobered up.

Minho grinned teasingly at you, wiggling his eyebrows, "Oh? I made you forget where you were, huh?"

You shoved him, rolling your eyes, "I didn't say that!"

"Except that’s literally what you just said." Minho laughed, wrapping his hand around yours and starting back through the park towards your apartment.

"You make fun of me a lot, for someone who's liked me since we met." You grinned, leaning into his arm.

He glanced down at you, "You make it so easy to make fun of you, Jagiya."

You raised your eyebrow at him, "Oh, I've upgraded to Jagiya, now, huh? Hmm."

He could see the blush rising to your face, even under the dim streetlights. "Would you rather I still just call you Y/n, with no term of endearment?"

You immediately shook your head, looking back up at him. "I like Jagiya."

He chuckled with a nod, "Would you settle for an endearing idiot, every so often too?"

You laughed, "Only if you will too."

"I think that's fair. You're right, it is fitting for us." He smiled.

The rest of the walk back was comfortably quiet again. Your hand fit like a puzzle piece in Minho's and even though his heart was still doing somersaults out of disbelief, he couldn't wipe the smile off his lips.

Every so often, he'd glance down at you and see a soft smile gracing your lips, and he'd give your hand a soft squeeze every time after he'd look away, checking your surroundings as you continued back to your apartment.

You only dropped each other's hands once you’d stepped back into your apartment.

"Wait," Minho said softly, moving to grab your hand again, before you could walk too far away from him in the entryway.

You let him tug you back into his chest with a smile, "What?"

He smiled, "I wanted another kiss."

You let out a soft sigh, leaning into his hold, "You could’ve just kissed me then." You teased him.

After a few soft pecks, he looked back down at you, "Do I still have to sleep in the spare room?"

You rolled your eyes, shoving away from him and making him laugh. "No, you don't have to still sleep in the spare room." You spun back around, pointing at him as you grinned playfully, "You better keep your hands to yourself though."

Minho put his hand over his heart, pouting as he looked at you, "I'm hurt you think so lowly of me." He sighed, shaking his head and wiping away a fake tear.

"You're an idiot." You giggled, heading down the hallway towards your room, "Come on, we were out way later than we'd planned. I'm tired and you still need to shower."

He smiled, checking that the door was locked, and quickly picking up his overnight bag, and easily dropping his gun back into it as he followed you down the hall.

Once you’d handed him a towel, he quickly kissed your cheek with a soft 'thanks' before he locked himself in the bathroom to shower as you got ready for bed.

Minho took his time in the shower. He still couldn't fully believe what had happened in the last hour alone. When he first came over tonight, he had been so nervous because even just talking about his feelings with Han during their mission before they got back, had made them that much more real. And he knew the kind of danger he was putting you in, by just admitting he really cared about you.

He had never really planned on telling you how he felt, he'd said as much to Han because of many reasons, all having to do with you getting hurt because of him. He was set on just being in your life as a friend, admiring you from afar as long as you'd let him.

Of course, Minho had no idea that you were currently sitting in the center of your bed, dressed in your favorite pajamas while you took off what little makeup you had on, thinking much of the same thing.

If you were being honest, you never believed yourself to be dating material. Too many things had happened in your life, and it had made you believe that you were better off without someone. So, you'd stuck to the occasional hookups- thinking it'd be better in the long run. It was lonely, sure, but better, you always thought.

But, when it came to Minho, you genuinely thought that you both would only ever be friends, even after you guys had gone on a single date a week after you met- there was clearly chemistry, but you both had never really brought it up again after that night, almost content to just be friends, and so you never went on another date together again.

Hoping for more between you was, to you, a waste of time and only hurt you because, "Nothing good could come out of someone being with me." You couldn't change how you saw yourself- even when you knew that it wasn’t your fault you saw things the way you did, but still, you didn't want to hurt yourself by thinking anything else could be possible.

"You look like you're thinking pretty hard."

Minho's soft voice startled you out of an old memory as he sat down on the bed beside you.

You just smiled a little, "I guess I was just lost in thought." you mumbled softly, leaning over enough to throw the makeup covered cotton rounds in the small trash can near your bedside table, before he gently pulled you into his chest.

Minho just nodded, looking down at you with a gentle smile of his own. "About anything in particular?"

You looked back at him, "Not really, just us."

He nodded once, raising an eyebrow. "What about us?" He asked slowly, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"Just memories." You reassured him, tentatively lacing your fingers with his, "Like when we first met and how fucking insane I was to invite a complete stranger into my apartment. Especially one that was bruised up to hell, like you were."

Minho smiled at your intertwined hands before he met your eyes, "Yeah, you were pretty insane. What if I had been a crazy murderer?" He joked.

You leaned to softly kissing his cheek, "What would the odds have been of us both being crazy murderers though?" You giggled.

Minho laughed and nodded as he pulled you closer to his chest before falling backwards to lay down. "I’ve seen you scream in fear at a roach, forgive me if that sounds impossible."

You scoffed, laying your head on his chest, "That fucker came out of nowhere, it’s not my fault it scared me." You grumbled, before you both fell into a soft and short silence for a moment. "You smell really good." You admitted softly, nuzzling into his chest, and closing your eyes as you started to feel tired.

Minho chuckled, "Thanks, I'd hope so since I just showered."

You picked your head up to playfully glare at him, then ultimately pouted, "I can't stand you."

Minho playfully rolled his eyes as he tightened his arm around you, "Yeah? Then I guess it's a good thing we're laying down, huh?"

"I don't want you to sleep in here anymore."

Minho let out a loud laugh, which only made you pout more. "Aw come on, I thought that was a good one."

You shook your head, but Minho could see you trying not to smile before you laid your head back down. "It was dumb." You muttered finally.

"I thought it was funny." He mumbled back, pressing his lips to your forehead. "And I saw you smiling."

"You can't prove that." You challenged him.

He hummed, smirking down at you, "I don't need to, you're still smiling."

You glanced up at him, trying to hide the fact that he was right- you had been smiling the whole time.

"Don't even try to hide it now!" He laughed, "I already saw it!"

You shook your head, but couldn't hold back the laugh once he started laughing again.

Your heart felt full, and your chest warm with how normal it felt. It wasn't awkward or tense as you both laid there, cuddled together in your bed for the first time like this- it just felt right. Like this was how it was always supposed to be.

You laid there for a little longer before you pulled yourself from his hold, quieting his whine with a quick kiss before you told him that you were going to make sure everything was shut and off for the night before you guys finally went to bed.

Minho begrudgingly let you go, watching you disappear through the doorway before he grabbed his phone to keep himself busy for a moment and noticed that Han had texted him while he was taking his shower.

Jisung [11:32 p.m.] You’re not coming back to the mansion at all this weekend, right?

Minho [11:54 p.m.] Hadn’t planned on it. Not unless I’m needed for something. Why?

Jisung [11:54 p.m.] Just double checking. Boss said he might need you for something tomorrow, depending on what Hyun and Lix have for the meeting in the morning when they get back.

Jisung [11:55 p.m.] You gonna tell her finally?

Minho [11:55 p.m.] If he needs me, he knows I’ll be there. Keep me updated though.

Minho looked up from his phone, watching you come back into the room and shut the door. “Ready for bed?” You asked, smiling at him as his phone went off again.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m just talking to one of the guys from work, really quick.”

You smiled as you settling in the bed next to him, “Okay.”

Jisung [11:56 p.m.] Don’t act like you didn’t read my question.

Minho [11:57 p.m.] I read it.

Jisung [11:58 p.m.] So answer it?

Minho [11:59 p.m.] Yes.

Jisung [12:00 a.m.] Have you already told her?!

Minho [12:00 a.m.] I answered your question, can you leave me alone now?

Jisung [12:01 a.m.] Answer that one too then I will!

Minho [12:01 a.m.] Yes, I told her. Yes, we’re together. I’m going to bed now. Freak out on your own.

Minho set his phone back down on the side table, hearing it go off again. Not doubting for a second that Han was absolutely losing it back at the mansion. He let out a tired sigh before he slowly snaked his arm over your hip and tugged your body backwards towards his chest.

“Can I help you?” You giggled, feeling him nuzzle his face into the back of your neck.

“Nah, I’m good.” He replied, smiling widely.

“And you’re holding me hostage, because?”

He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes, “Because I can.”

You giggled again, “Says who?”

“Says me.” He said, tightening his arm around you for a second before he loosened it as he sighed softly, lifting his head up enough to press his lips to your cheek. “Is it really being held hostage if you’re holding my hand, though?” He teased.

You turned enough to look back at him, a smile greeting him when he looked down at you, “Maybe I’m already suffering from Stockholm syndrome.” You joked squeezing his hand gently.

He rolled his eyes, “I haven’t done anything to you for you to suffer from that.”

You giggled again, moving around so you could press your chest into his, “True, I guess I just really like you then, huh?”

He lazily wrapped his arms around you, smiling up at you as you laid on him, “Really?” He hummed, watching you nod, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I really like you too.”

You leaned down, pressing your lips to his, feeling him tighten his arms around you before he reached up to cup your cheek gently, before he pulled away, “I hate to ruin the moment, but I might have to go to work tomorrow.” He frowned, “I’ll know more in the morning though.”

You frowned, too, but nodded softly, laying your head down in the crook of his neck, “If you have to, you have to. Would you come back after you’re done with whatever you need to do?”

He sighed softly, “If I can, yeah.”

You smiled tiredly, gently pressing your lips to the skin of his neck, “You can come over whenever you want to.” You told him softly, feeling tired all of a sudden.

He chuckled quietly, rubbing his hand up and down your back gently, “I’m going to come over all the time, and bug the fuck outta you now.” He joked.

You let out a tired giggle, “Jokes on you, you’ll never bug me.”

“Challenge accepted then.”

You scoffed another small laugh, closing your eyes, “Idiot.”

Minho sighed softly, barely holding back the wide smile on his face, “Your idiot.”

It took a few seconds, before you just quietly hummed back in response and Minho realized that you were quickly falling asleep. He reached for the light switch on the lamp next to him, and a second later, the room was bathed in darkness, “Good night, Jagiya.” He whispered, closing his own eyes and slowly letting sleep pull him under.

The next morning, Minho woke up to the sound of his phone ringing loudly from the side table. He shifted around enough, feeling you moving around next to him a little as he reach for the phone, blinding feeling around the little table by the bed without opening his eyes.

He had enough sense of mind to check the name before he answered the call, “Yes, sir?”

“I need you to come in.” His boss’s voice sounded through the phone.

Minho let out a deep sigh as he sat up enough to lean on his elbow. He tiredly rubbed at his eyes for a moment, “When do you need me?”

A different sigh sounded, the same sigh he was used to hearing all the time. “As soon as possible.” Then a slight pause, “I know I gave you the weekend, and I know you were looking forward to it, but I can’t do what I need to now, without you here. And this isn’t something that can wait a couple of days.”

Minho felt you shift in the bed again, and he quickly glanced over at you, checking that you were still asleep. He watched you for another second as you slowly peeled your eyes open, blinking a few times as you groaned sleepily.

“What’s going on, Min?” You asked, your voice just barely a scratchy whisper- sleep heavy on the words.

“Go back to bed, baby.” He told you softly, sitting up some more.

“I’m sorry, Minho.” His boss’s voice said again.

Minho kept his eyes on you, watching you nod slowly as he got out of the bed.

“Are you coming back?” You asked, snuggling back into the bed.

“I don’t know right now, but I’m going to try to okay?” He answered you, quickly bending down enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead before he grabbed his bag and headed out of the room, making sure the doorway shut behind him.

He turned his attention back to his phone and the man waiting on the other end of the line, “What happened with Felix and Hyunjin?” He asked, moving into the guest bathroom to get dressed.

“I’ll fill you in when you get here, but it’s not good.” He answered, “They’re both okay, a little rough around the edges but they completed the mission.”

Minho hummed in response, “Okay. I’ll be there soon.” There was a long pause, long enough that Minho stopped moving, thinking the call dropped or something, until he heard a slight sniffle, “Boss?”

“I need you to do something for me, because I can’t do it, Minho.”

Minho stilled, staring at himself in the mirror, “What happened, Chan?”

“Just get here. I won’t say it over an unsecure line.” Chan told him.

They both quickly hung up and Minho got dressed and ready to go faster than he’s had to in a long time. He headed back into your room, seeing you fast asleep again and let out a tired, disappointed sigh before he pressed another kiss to your forehead before he left your apartment.

He was briskly walking through the mansion not quite a half hour later, heading for Chan’s office. He passed Hyunjin, IN and Seungmin in the kitchen, barely sparing them a look as he moved, but saw the looks on their faces, and he could see Han and Felix standing outside of Chan’s office, and Minho could tell that Han was trying to comfort Felix, just by the look on his face.

“Hyung,” Han started, seeing Minho coming down the hallway, ”Chan’s-“

“Get out of the way.” Minho said quickly, pushing past both of them and throwing the office door open.

His eyes immediately landed on Chan’s figure behind the desk. He was hunched over, his head in his hands and Minho noticed Chan’s gun sitting on the corner of the desk, and a still from some security footage on his other side, and those were the only two things on the desk. Everything else was on the ground, broken glass, scattered pages and books.

Changbin stood on one side of Chan’s desk, his arms crossed over his chest, with a hard to read expression on his face as he just stared down at the man in the chair. He looked over at Minho and sighed heavily, “I’ll be out in the hall.” He mumbled, moving to leave.

“No.”

Changbin stopped, turning back to look at Chan again. Minho’s eyes were trained on their boss, taking in the set of his jaw, the blood just barely drying on his knuckles as he stood up and looked between the two of them.

“Both of you are staying for this. Minho, shut the door.” Chan told him, leaning on his palms against the desk.

Minho did as he was told, ignoring the looks that Han and Felix gave him as the door closed between them, before he turned back to Chan. “What’s going on, Boss?”

Chan took a deep breath, his shoulder rising and falling with it before he looked up at them. “This is a no questions asked conversation, and task, do you understand?”

Minho glanced at Changbin, and they shared a quick look before Minho nodded at Chan. “Yes, sir.”

Chan looked pointedly at Changbin, waiting for him to give the same answer.

Finally, after another long second, Changbin nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Chan nodded, “Good.” He looked back at Minho, “I’m going to take you to the base and into one of the interrogation rooms. And you’re going to deal with who is in there. I will tell you what the guys brought back on the way there.” He looked at Changbin, “You and IN are going to take everything they brought back this morning, and you’re going to go through it.”

He slowly wrapped his fingers around the butt of his gun, his mouth in a hard line as he clenched his jaw, and walked around the desk. Minho and Changbin followed him out of his office, and down towards the kitchen where the rest of the guys had gathered. Everyone was silent as Chan came into view.

Chan stopped by the kitchen island, staring at all of them. “No one talks about what happened. Not even to each other. If I hear one word about it…” He trailed off, shaking his head, “There’s going to be more than one body with a bullet in their head. Do I make myself clear?”

Very quickly, everyone replied with, “Yes, Boss.” Before Chan looked at Minho again and nodded once, “Change and then meet me in the garage.”

He couldn’t even nod because Chan as already walking away, heading back towards his office, leaving the other 7 boys in a thick silence. Minho glanced at the boys, taking in both Hyunjin and Felix’s face. Both of them had gotten beaten up pretty badly, and Minho could tell that the cut on Felix’s cheek was deep enough that it would probably scar.

After Minho had gotten changed, he waited in the garage for Chan like he was told. After about a minute of waiting, Chan walked passed him and straight into one of the cars, without so much as a word to Minho.

He could tell it was serious from the dead silence that had covered the house since he’d stepped foot inside it that morning, but he was growing more curious as time went on without any explanation as to what had actually happened when Felix and Hyunjin had gotten back.

Minho thought it was also strange that he hadn’t seen, or heard, anything of a certain person, he’d not so affectionately called Chan’s shadow, when he wasn’t elbow deep in business dealings at his office at the company. But Minho didn’t make a sound, as Chan continued driving them towards the base.

“The guys brought back a good amount of useful information.” Chan told him, about halfway to the base, finally. “I wasn’t kidding, when I called you either.” He mumbled.

“About what?” Minho asked, glancing over at him.

Chan kept his eyes on the road, “About needing you to do this, because I can’t.” He said. “Do it quick, and right. Then we’ll clean up and go back to the house for a sit down, and then you can go back to her.”

Minho nodded softly, “You got it, Boss.”

“And I’m sorry for making you leave her.” He glanced over at Minho quickly, “Han told us you guys were together finally.”

Minho rolled his eyes, “Of course he did.”

Minho had expected Chan to huff out a laugh, like he usually would’ve, but there was nothing from the man. His eyes were still glued to the road and his bloody knuckles were a soft pink as he gripped the steering wheel enough for his knuckles to start turning white. “Make sure you know what you’re doing. And that it’s the right decision.” Was all Chan said instead.

Minho was confused at his words, until he looked into the interrogation room that Chan led him to, a few minutes after they got to the base. With a reminder of, “No questions asked. One pull, you know where to put it.” From Chan before the door was opened, Minho realized why he hadn’t seen Chan’s shadow at all that morning, as the door shut behind him.

He didn’t give himself even a moment to think about what he was doing as he raised the gun, his finger on the trigger as a pair of red rimmed eyes met his.

“Minho, please,” The woman cried, pulling at the ties that held her to the chair. “I have no idea what’s going on!”

Chan’s voice filtered through Minho’s mind. “Whatever she tells you, is a lie. I’ll show you everything when we get back to the house. It’s going to be hard, but I don’t have another choice. I won’t let anyone compromise you guys.”

Minho stayed silent. Chan had never lied to him, or any of them, they all trusted him with their lives, just as he did with them. That’s why the crew worked so well, and was able to stay off major radars for as long as it has- because they all work together, and nothing compromises their way of things. Not missions, not people- nothing.

He watched the tears stop, the second the woman realized he wasn’t falling for her act, and she sighed deeply, looking down at her lap for a moment. “You’ve always been harder to fool than Chan.” She said. “I’m not surprised that he sent you to do his dirty work. I guess, I played him a little too well, huh?”

Minho just stared at her, watching her tip her head back enough to get her hair out of her fair, before she let out a smug chuckle, looking back at him. “How upset are the boys?” She asked, tilting her head a little to the side, “Are they heartbroken? Trying to figure out how I could ever do something like this to Chan.”

She grinned, looking up at him, “I bet you’re loving this, right now, aren’t you? Being the one to finally put a bullet in me. You never did like me, did you?”

“No.” Minho told her easily, shaking his head lightly, stepping a little closer to her, “You were always just a little too nosy to be the innocent girl you tried playing.” He frowned, “Always knew you were trouble because you always wanted to know too much.”

Before she could even open her mouth to say some stupid bullshit back to him, Minho pulled the trigger, what would’ve been a deafening answer to the action in the small room, was muffled by the silencer on the tip of the gun. Minho didn’t even blink as he dropped the gun back to his side, turning away from the limp body in front of him and quickly leaving the room.

Once he’d gotten Chan, they were silent as they cleaned up the room, before doing everything they needed to do to get things handled the proper way. After that, Chan drove them back to the mansion and the ride was completely silent, too. Neither of them said anything, about anything. Minho didn’t have words for what happened, nor did he want to ask. He knew that eventually he’d know what happened, and he could deal with the open middle, even as he closed the book on it in his mind.

The sit down was a little longer than Chan had thought it would be, but once everyone was fully aware of what had happened, and how they were going to deal with what she’d done, Minho pulled his phone out and called you.

The line rang a couple times before it went to voicemail and Minho felt himself frown as he hung up the phone, staring down at your contact for a moment before dialing you again. This time it rang twice before you answered.

“Hey, sorry, I was in the shower and just as I was about to answer you, it stopped ringing.” You said quickly, “Is everything okay at work?”

Minho sighed softly, hearing the smile in your voice. “Make sure you know what you’re doing.��� Chan’s words popped into his mind again, “Yeah, no, everything’s fine.” He told you quickly, “Look, I’m sorry I had to leave so early this morning. I’ll be back in a bit though, if you still want me to come back.”

“Don’t apologize for having to work, Min.” You said softly, “I get it, it’s okay. But yeah, of course! If you want to come back, you’re welcome to. I’m still free the whole weekend, if you are after you get finished there.”

Minho caught movement in the corner of his eye, and turned to see Chan standing behind him. “Let me just double check, really quick, okay, Jagi?” He said to you, hearing you mutter a quick, ‘okay’, before he pulled his phone away from him a little bit, “Do sure you don’t need me here?” He asked Chan softly.

The man in question just shook his head, “Nah, that was all I needed you for today. If you want to continue your little vacation this weekend, go. Just remember what I told you.” Chan said, clapping him on the shoulder before he turned and walked away again.

Minho didn’t even get the chance to thank him before Chan had disappeared down the hall again. He pulled his phone back towards his mouth, “Alright, Jagi, I’ll be back in a bit. I’ll stop for something to eat, on my way. If you haven’t eaten yet.”

“That sounds great, actually, baby. Thank you.” You said, once again, he could hear the smile in your voice, and part of him wanted to smile back at it, but the other part of him was hesitant to even go back to your place.

If someone could get so close to Chan and for none of them to know who they really were, how did he know if you were going to be any different?

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Pre-Anniversary (M) s.cb

What's better than celebrating an anniversary? Celebrating the night before.

Pairing: Idol!Changbin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Genre: Fluff, Smut (18+ MDNI) Established Relationship

Warnings: This is 100% smut, meaning, if you are not 18 or older, please DO NOT INTERACT with this story. Unprotected sex (reader is on birth control but as always, be smart and safe, use protection of multiple kinds) Pet names (baby, jagi, jagiya, princess) Praise, cursing, slight overstimulation and mentions of food.

"So what are you guys doing for your anniversary tomorrow?"

Changbin turned around from the mixer to look at Han. They had both stayed longer than everyone else tonight to try to finish brainstorming some more lyrics on a song that Chan had started and it was getting really late.

"We're not doing anything. Why?"

Han could've snapped his neck with how quickly he turned his head, letting his phone fall into his lap. "What do you mean you guys aren't doing anything?! It's your guys 6 month anniversary! You've got to do something!"

Changbin just shrugged as he turned his attention back to the screen in front of him, "She doesn't really like celebrating them. So we haven't."

"Any of them?"

Changbin just shook his head, "We celebrated our 3 month and then she told me that she didn't really care to celebrate them like most people do with like gifts and things. So we make dinner together, take a walk after we eat and then we watch a movie before we go to bed."

Han couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was the same man who constantly whined about wanting to buy her things before they were dating, but didn't half the time, because he was worried it would bother her. Now he has a reason to do it and doesn't?!

"You don't buy her gifts?" Han asked slowly, finally sitting up to fully engage in the conversation that he started.

Changbin saved the file then turned to look at Han and smiled, "I buy her flowers every two or three weeks. I buy her lunch twice a week, coffee every day that she has a meeting first thing in the morning. She goes to the gym with me every other day, if she can. She buys me lunch twice a week too, and coffee when we spend entire days in promotions." He shrugged a little, "If she noticed that her bouquet of flowers this morning, was bigger than usual, she didn't say anything. And she bought me lunch today, even though she was on a shoot set."

Han knew now. He knew by the look on Changbin's face, every day was like an anniversary for you guys. You both were happy and fit together like a lock and key- like everyone knew you guys would. He nodded and smiled, "You guys are disgustingly cute, you know."

Changbin laughed, "Yeah, I know. Not all the time though."

Han was skeptical and made a face to show it. "You sure? Because it sounds like you just described something that happens in movies or dramas. And that's your guys actual relationship."

"It's not always perfect, Hannie." Changbin shook his head. "We argue, we've had a couple fights. We get mad at each other sometimes when we disagree on something."

"Yet, you still do all of those things you just told me." Han pointed out, leaning back into the couch. "You guys have found a good balance obviously."

The older man nodded, finding no reason to disagree with Han. "Yeah, but that's the whole point of being in a relationship, isn't it?" He asked rhetorically, "We fight, we make up. We disagree, we try to find a middle ground. We get mad at each other; we give each other space to cool off then talk about it before the day's over."

Changbin wondered if your ears were burning because his phone went off on the desk behind him. Your specialized ring tone blasting "Hey Stupid, I Love You" for a few seconds before he answered the call.

"Hey, Jagi. What's up?"

"Are you still coming over tomorrow? I know you're still working on new music, so you've been staying later lately, so I just wanted to double check."

He smiled at your voice. The soft tone, told him you were ready to fall asleep, likely had already fallen asleep on your couch before you called him, actually. The slow way you spoke when you were sleepy always made his heart flutter and brought a smile to his face. There was just something about it that got to him and reminded him just how much he loved you.

"Yeah, I was planning to. I was going to tonight too, but you sound tired." He answered finally, seeing the dumb grin on Han's face.

You mumbled something softly, sleepily and it made him chuckle.

"One more time, baby. I didn't understand that."

You sighed loud enough for him to hear, "I said, I want you to come over though." He could hear the pout in your voice, and it made him smile even more, picturing the look on your face.

"It's late though." He said softly, only to hear you whine.

"Please?" You begged. "I haven't seen you in a week because of this shoot and I miss you."

That was true and it made him frown slightly, hearing the hurt in your voice. You had been working off property for another company the last few days and hadn't actually seen each other since you had dinner with all of the guys the weekend before. He had to have your flowers delivered to your apartment this morning because he couldn't actually give them to you, and you did the same thing with his lunch.

Han could see Changbin's face change, ever so slightly, but it was enough to know that he was bothered by whatever you had said.

"I know, Jagi. I miss you too." He sighed.

Han nodded to himself, moving to push Changbin in the chair, out of the way of the computer and saving everything before shutting it all down.

"Hold on, Jagi, okay?" He heard Changbin say before he turned to look at him. "What are you doing? We need to finish this."

Han just shook his head, "Go see your girlfriend, Hyung. I'll work on this some more at the dorm and then we can finish it in the morning."

Changbin didn't argue, not that he wanted to. Instead, he clapped Han on the shoulder as he stood from the chair and pocketed his things quickly, still holding his phone to his ear. "Okay, baby? I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Really?" You asked excitedly, the sleepiness in your voice still present but not as much.

Changbin nodded to himself, "Yeah, do you want me to pick something up to eat? Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"No, I haven't. I got home at like 9 and ended up falling asleep on the couch right after that." You admitted.

He hummed, "I'll get something then. I'll see you in a bit." He stopped, "I love you."

It had only been about a month or so since the first time he told you he loved you and every time he did, he was still nervous. You still made him nervous in general, but it was always in a good way. Like he still couldn't believe you had ever said yes to going out with him, couldn't believe that you loved him back.

"I love you, too. Thank you, baby. And tell Ji I said thank you, too."

He nodded, "I will."

He slid his phone into his pocket and looked at Han, "She said thank you. I'm assuming for sending me home, I don't know. But seriously, thanks, man."

Han smiled and grabbed his own stuff, "Don't worry about it, Hyung. You guys are used to seeing each other every day and I know that you've been upset this whole week because you guys haven't had time together."

Changbin shrugged a little as they both walked out of the studio and headed for the elevator. "I'm going to have to get used to not seeing her everyday though. As much as I don't want to. Especially with the tour coming up."

"I thought she was going with us?" Han asked, stepping into the elevator after Changbin.

"She was going to, yeah. But she just got offered a contract with Starship to do a couple shoots with Monsta X again, while we're gone." Changbin made a face, "I told her she should take the contract."

The elevator dinged, opening to the lobby, "Why? Don't you want her to go with us?" Han asked, walking out into the lobby.

Changbin looked up from his phone where he was currently ordering food to pick up. "Yeah, of course I do! I don't like the idea of not seeing her for 4 months, but we both have responsibilities and it's not always up to us how things go."

"But this could be something that goes your way, Hyung! She can get a different contract with them after the tour or something."

Changbin shook his head, "They go on tour, right after we do. And she'd go to the first couple dates with them."

Han looked at Changbin, a confused knock between his brows, "You'd rather she go on tour with a group that isn't us?"

Changbin groaned, rubbing at his forehead, "No, Han. I want her to go with us, but I know that she also wants to take the contract. But I'm not going to make her choose between us and them, that's shitty." He shook his head, "I'm never going to ask her to choose between me, or our group, and anything else."

They stood there in silence for a moment before Changbin sighed and looked back at Han, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

Han nodded, "Yeah. I hope you guys have a good night. Is she coming back to work tomorrow?"

"I think so, yeah. Today should've been the last day for her shoot." Changbin answered, slowly heading for the garage.

"Cool. Maybe we can all get lunch together tomorrow then."

Changbin smiled, "I'm sure she'd love that. Night, man. See you in the morning."

"Yeah, night, Hyung."

It took about 20 minutes before Changbin was stepping through your apartment door and tugging his shoes off, before his eyes landed on your figure on the couch, the light of the movie you had playing on the tv, hitting your face in the dark living room.

Asleep again.

He set the bag of food down on the counter before softly padding into the living room and kneeling down in front of you. "Jagi?" He moved your bangs away from your face. "Jagiya, wake up." He spoke softly, cupping your cheek as you slowly peeled your eyes open and looked at him. He smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead, "Hi, baby. Sorry it took me so long. Are you hungry?"

You nodded slowly, curling your arms around his neck tightly, "Hi. I missed you." You breathed into his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist just as tightly.

He chuckled, "I missed you, too. How did your shoot go?"

You made a noise in response. Not wholly negative but not positive either.

"That good, huh?" he grinned.

You leaned back enough to look at his face, scrunching yours up, "It was a shoot. I miss my boys." You laid your head back on his shoulder, tucking your face back into his neck. "Missed you the most though." You mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to the skin under his jaw. You felt his fingers on your skin at your hip, sliding slowly under the fabric of your shirt, his shirt, as you pressed another kiss to a different spot on his neck.

"Baby, you need to eat." There was a slight edge to his voice that got worse as his sentence tapered off as you kept kissing his neck.

You hummed, "What if I'm hungry for something else right now though?" You whispered, pulling back to look at him as you threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing his baseball hat off his head and to the floor.

In the 6 months you guys had been dating, there had been a lot of making out, tender touching and some action- that had only been in the last couple weeks though and neither of you ever got fully naked- you had yet to actually have sex together. You guys had talked about it, it wasn't something that you were waiting for the perfect time or anything, it came down to having the time and both of you being in the mood for more than some light, over the clothes stuff.

You had made your mind up about a month ago that you were ready to take that final step about it but you were waiting to actually do anything about it until you knew that Changbin had decided the same. Not wanting to just spring that on him if he wasn't quite ready for that yet.

He looked down at you, your eyes peering up at him with a look he hadn't seen yet, but he knew exactly what you meant and wanted, and he'd be damned if he didn't want it too. He came to the same conclusion about the same time you did but was nervous to bring it up at the time. "Are you sure?" He asked softly, his eyes roaming your face as he waited for you to answer him.

You smiled, nodding slowly, "I am. I have been for a while, but I was waiting in case you weren't."

He made a quiet noise in disbelief before his hands were somehow under both of your thighs and he had you in his arms as stood before the couch. "I was waiting in case you weren't." He mumbled, grinning wide at your surprised expression as you clung to him. "But now that that's out of the way, will you let me take care of you, baby?"

You felt your body still as his tone dropped low, his eyes meeting yours. You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Only if you let me take care of you too."

He shook his head, heading for your bedroom, "Another time, princess. Tonight, is about you. I'm going to show you how much I love you and you're going to let me. Right?"

You giggled as he pushed your door open wide enough to walk you both through it, "Are you telling or asking, baby?"

"Both. Will you let me show you how much I love you? Will you let me imprint every inch and curve of your body to my memory for all the times I can't have you? Will you let me write songs in my kisses on your skin," His knees hit the edge of the bed, "As you make every noise that I've dreamt of hearing?"

You whimpered as you leaned down, softly connecting his lips to yours, "Please, Binnie." You whispered against his lips before he dropped you onto the bed, wasting no time in leaning over you and planting one hand beside your head and the other on your side, under your shirt as he settled between your legs.

You grabbed at the front of his shirt, balling the collar in both of your hands as you pulled him closer to you, reveling in the pressure of him in top of you, his hips pressing teasingly into yours before you trailed your hands down his arms then down his back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and giving it a light tug. He pulled away long enough for you to pull it over his head before you let it fall to the ground, forgotten, as your eyes greedily took in the golden expanse of his chest as his hands found the hem of your shirt next.

He sucked in a breath once your shirt lay forgotten next to his, his eyes landed squarely on your bare chest beneath him. "Have you been like this all day, baby?"

He met your eyes, and the growing blush on your cheeks as you looked back at him and nodded slowly. "I didn't want to wear a bra today, so I didn't." You admitted softly. "I like how your shirts feel against my skin."

He groaned deeply, quickly pressing his lips back to yours for a moment before he trailed them down your neck and across your chest before he swiped his tongue over one of your nipples, taking the other in between his fingers and giving an experimental pinch as you moaned, and your fingers found his hair once again.

"Bin," You moaned softly again, closing your eyes as he moved, giving your other nipple the same attention.

He hummed against your skin, trailing his tongue between the valley of your tits before he looked at you, his hands trailing down your sides and just barely sitting on the waistband of your jeans. "You're going to let me worship you, right, Jagi?" You nodded, meeting his eyes as he ran his fingers along the band. "And you're going to tell me when I'm making you feel good, right?" You nodded again. "Words, baby. I need you to talk to me."

"I'm going to let you worship me, Binnie. I'll tell you when you're making me feel good, I promise." You breathed in anticipation as his fingers quickly popped the button on your jeans. "Please, just touch me, baby, please?"

He grinned, pressing a kiss below your naval and slowly tugging your pants down your legs, taking your panties along with them. "Anything for you, princess. You sound so pretty when you beg, you know that?" He wasted no time trailing his lips down the rest of your body, pressing soft kisses to both of your hips as he gently pushed your legs apart, smirking up at you as he slid his thumb between your folds, gently flicking your clit a couple times. "You're soaked, princess. Is this for me?"

You nodded, panting softly as his thumb followed the same path again, a little harder on the flick, making you buck your hips a little. You moaned, "All for you, baby." You breathed, letting your head fall back as he rubbed tight circles against you.

You felt his lips on the inside of your knee, once, twice, then a third time and before you could moan at the feeling of his thumb on your clit again, it was replaced by his mouth and you knew immediately, it wouldn't be long before he had you coming undone.

Your hand flew to his hair, pulling the strands through your fingers as you tried to move your hips to grind against his mouth. "Fuck, baby. That feels so good." You moaned.

He smiled against you as he doubled down, splaying one of his hands across your pelvis to stop you from moving, before teasingly prodding your hole with one of his fingers.

"D-don't tease me, Binnie, please?" You shook your head softly, squeezing your eyes shut as he kept up his assault on your clit.

He hummed, pulling away just enough to fully look at your face as he slid his finger in completely and watching your face contort in pleasure. "But you make the prettiest sound when you beg for me, princess. How could I not tease you?" His voice was low, lower than you ever thought you'd heard it, before he pressed a kiss to your swollen bulb. "Eyes on me, princess, I want you to see how much I enjoy tasting you."

You arched your back as his lips wrapped back around your clit and he added another finger, curling them just so to have you moaning louder as you pulled at his hair. "Ugh, Bin, more, please?" You picked your head up to look him in the eyes, and what a sight that was, "Fuck, baby that feels so good, but I need more."

He hummed against you, "What do you want, princess?"

"Make me cum. Make me cum and then fuck me until I cum again, Binnie. Please!" You cried, tears in the corners of your eyes as you quickly neared the edge of your orgasm.

Your words stoked the fire that was already in him, and his eyes darkened. "You wanna cum?"

"Yes, please! Make me cum, baby."

He nodded, his fingers moving quicker along your walls as you tightened around them. "I'll make you cum, princess, don't worry." He growled, his lips around your clit with renewed vigor, tongue lapping at the juices that were flowing from you.

The sounds echoing through your room were lewd. You were wet, wetter than you could ever remember being and your moans were pornographic as you teetered on the edge, your thighs shaking as you met his half lidded eyes.

"Bin," you warned, "Fuuck, I'm- I'm gonna cum."

He moved his hand, no longer holding you down and instead took your fingers between his and hummed against you again, "Cum for me, baby. Cum on my tongue."

You threw your head back for the final time, feeling grounded, in a way, with his finger in yours as you came. Your eyes were in the back of your head and Changbin didn't let up in his movements until he knew you were finally coming down from your high.

Your hand felt limp in his as you tried to catch your breath, gazing down your own body at the face of your boyfriend as he lifted his cum slick fingers to his lips and kept eye contact with you as he licked them clean of your essence.

Without another word, you shot up, grabbing his shoulder and flipping the both of you so he was on his back, and you were straddling his hips, hands on his shoulders before your eyes briefly caught the time on your clock.

12:32 a.m.

"Happy anniversary, baby." You smiled, leaning down to kiss him gently.

He hummed against your lips, "Happy anniversary, Jagi."

"So, how are you going to fuck me, Binnie?"

His hands found purchase on your hips as you slowly ground against his painfully hard dick. "Whatever way you want, princess."

You grinned, somewhat evilly, before kissing him again, your hands finding the band of his jeans and then quickly popping the button. "Do you want a condom?" You asked, leaning away from him a little.

He looked up at you, slightly confused before he remembered that you had an iud and grinned widely, "Do you?"

"We're both clean," You smiled, tangling your fingers into the back of his hair before you leaned down close to his ear and whispered, "I want you to fuck me full of your cum."

He growled deeply, his hands moving to squeeze under your ass as he flipped you back over. "Don't move." He pointed at you after he stood up, reaching to pull his pants down.

You sat in the middle of your bed, watching as Changbin made quick work of both his jeans and his boxers, finally leaving the both of you bare. You openly ogled him, looking at him from head to toe as he stalked near you again. "Baby, you're so fucking hot." You gushed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he leaned over you again.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, taking your bottom one between his teeth as he pulled away, "You're one to talk." He laid you back, trailing kissing down your neck again, "You want me to fuck you full of my cum, huh?" You nodded slowly, knowing he couldn't see your face. "I'll do it, baby. But I want you to keep it in. Do you understand?" He grabbed your jaw, not roughly but enough to make sure your eyes were on his. "I don't want you wasting a single drop. Got it?"

"I won't waste any, baby." You whimpered before he crashed his lips to yours and you felt him line himself up at your entrance.

He kept kissing you as he slowly pushed in, inch by glorious inch until he was bottomed out and you were already gasping for air, moaning against his lips.

He dropped his forehead to your shoulder, "Oh shit, princess. You're so warm, baby. You feel so good." He gently kissed the skin by his lips.

Your hands were moving, holding his arm, around his neck, the sheets below you, anywhere you could grab, "Move. Do something, Bin, please."

Your plead was all he needed to pull out almost completely before pushing back in just as slowly, groaning at the feeling of you wrapped around him completely.

You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer as he thrusted in and out of you and kissed along your collarbone. "It feels so good, baby. Just like that."

He groaned against your neck, biting down hard enough to make you clench around him, digging your nails into his shoulders, "You feel so fucking good, baby. Taking me so well, like you were made for me. Fuck."

He accented his words by trailing his hand down your body, his fingers making contact with your clit again, making you arch your back off the bed, pressing tightly against his chest. "D-don't stop." You whined, raking your nails down his back.

"I'm not stopping until you beg me to, baby." He growled, leaning back and pulling your legs from his waist and basically folding you in half, "Not when you sound this good, feel this good. Fuck, do you feel good." He brought one of your legs up to his shoulder, kissing along your calf and listened to you cry out when the angle made him hit deeper.

"Oh, shit! Yes, just like that!" You panted, "Just like that."

You clenched around him, the feeling of how deep he was, how he was hitting every spot inside you perfectly and the constant rhythm of him rubbing at your clit was sending you speeding towards another orgasm.

Hearing the sounds he was making above you were heaven to your ears- hearing him let out deep, guttural moans and groans as he pounded into you, only turned you on more and it felt like your skin was on fire.

He wrapped his arm around your thigh of the leg he had on his shoulder, keeping your legs spread as his hips rocketed into yours with such a lewd and loud smacking sound. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the sheets as your back arched from the bed. "I-m gonna cum." You whimpered, moaning loudly as you clenched tightly around him.

He groaned, his fingers tightening around your thigh and on your hip. "You've been so good, baby, cum for me again."

You threw your head back, keeping your back arched in pleasure as your body started convulsing as you came, almost screaming Changbin's name.

He kept his brutally delicious pace and it felt like that only made you cum harder. His hips never stopped, even as he faltered slightly, stuttering as you clenched around him again, milking him for everything he had.

"Fuck!" He moaned, spilling inside you and painting your walls with his warm seed as he rocked into you until he came down from his high.

He slowly pulled out, and you moaned as he did, feeling suddenly empty as he dropped to his back beside you, panting.

You turned your head to look at him, staring at his side profile as little beads of sweat dropped from his hair to the bed, before he turned and met your eyes.

Quickly, he leaned over and connected his lips to yours in a chaste kiss before you felt his hand on the inside of your thigh.

You shivered at the contact, shaking your head, "Baby, I can't." You whined, your eyes pleading with him in your overstimulated state. "It's too much."

He smirked, his hand cupping your sex gently, pushing the leaking mess of your combined cums back inside you. "I told you, princess, don't waste a single drop." He growled, listening to you moan softly, your hips jerking as his finger made contact with your swollen clit.

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, gasping at the feeling of him touching you again, grinding your hips into his hand. "But I didn't." You protested between pants.

Changbin leaned over, kissing along your neck as his fingers moved along your core. "And you won't. Even if that means that I have to fuck it back into you."

You moaned loudly, whimpering as he grazed his teeth along your shoulder. "Binnie," you panted, eyes screwed shut as a familiar pressure kept quickly building in your stomach. "Don't stop."

The bed jostled a little bit as he moved to lean over you again, and before you could whine about him doing exactly what you had just asked him not to, you gasped as he easily flipped you into your stomach, pulling your hips back to meet his as he slid back in you.

"Oh fuck, baby." You cried, clenching tightly around him. "How are you ready to go again?"

"Do you have any idea how many times you make me hard on a daily basis?" He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked down at you, trailing his hand from your ass, down your back slowly. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby." He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in quickly and stopped, his pelvis against yours. "So fucking perfect for me." Out and then back in again, like he was punctuating each compliment.  "Fuck, I love you." He moaned, filling just setting another fast pace as he pulled your back up against his chest.

You gasped, reaching back and grabbed the back of his neck, keeping his head next to yours as you both moaned. You turned your head, slotting your lips roughly against his in a messy kiss- panting into each other's mouths.

It was more intense this time, the two orgasms he'd already given you, had made you incredibly sensitive but it felt so good as his cock dragged along your walls, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to a third orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Changbin!" Your voice an octave higher as you moaned, feeling the tension snap all of a sudden, cumming on his cock without any warning.

Your sudden orgasm threw him headlong into a second orgasm too and his hips came to a stuttering halt this time from how hard you had clamped down on him. Your nails on dug into his forearm, wrapped around your waist, but he couldn't even feel the pain as you both slowly came down from your highs this time.

If it hadn't been for his arm around you, you wouldn't collapsed right there into the bed. But, ever the gentlemen that he is, Changbin gently laid you down, staying leaned over you for another moment as he peppered your shoulders with gentle kisses while you tried to catch your breaths again.

"I thought it was too much?"

You could hear the damn smirk in his voice, without even looking back at him. "I'm going to be so sore in the morning." You croaked, nudging him a little to get him off you.

When he did move, he pulled out at the same time, making you wince a little at the feeling this time. If you were sensitive before, you're thoroughly fucked now. Well, yeah. That was the point.

Changbin watched your face scrunch up as he got off of you. "Sorry, Jagi." He muttered, looking over at you, a slight flush on his cheeks.

You turned your head and just smiled sleepily at him, before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Don't be. That was amazing." You mumbled against his lips before pulling back. "I'm gonna go shower though now. Wanna join me?"

He chuckled, watching you get up on slightly wobbly legs. "Yeah. We can eat when we get out."

You made a face, "I forgot you brought food home." You admitted softly, heading for the bathroom.

He laughed, "I'm not surprised, you were pretty set on something else."

You rolled your eyes as you leaned to turn the shower on. "Hey, I'm not the one who was sending shirtless gym pictures this morning." You turned and looked back at him over your shoulder, seeing him leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed. "You can't blame me for wanting to jump you."

He let out a loud laugh, coming over and wrapping his arms around you, pressing your back into his chest. "You can jump me whenever you want to, Jagi."

You kissed him, smiling against his lips. "Be careful, I just might."

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Captain19cb97's Complete Master list

*requests are welcome!*

This is the full master list for this account, I'll add more artists/groups and stories as I write them or as they are requested.

Each fic will have its rating in the title so there is no confusion on what kind of fic it will be- if you don't like the rating, then please don't read the fic.

M- mature, F- fluff, A- angst

Stray Kids

Chan:

Tell The Truth (A/F)

Surprise (M)

Minho:

Perfect (M)

Fairytale (M/F/A) - Series- P1 P1.5 P2 P3 P4

Changbin:

Pre-Anniversary (M)

Hyunjin:

The Artist (F) coming soon

Han:

Don't Worry So Much (A/F) coming soon

Felix:

You Can Do It (M) coming soon

Seungmin:

Practice Makes Perfect (A/F)

Jeongin:

I'll Show You (F)- coming soon

BTS

Namjoon:

Nothing yet

Jin:

Nothing yet

Yoongi:

Nothing yet

Hobi:

Nothing yet

Jimin:

Nothing yet

Taehyung:

Nothing yet

Jungkook:

I Can See It All

I'll Always Take Care of You - request

Shy - request

Not Alone - request

SEVENTEEN

S.Coups (Seungcheol):

Middle of the Night (F)

Nothing yet

Jeonghan:

Nothing yet

Joshua:

Nothing yet

Jun:

Nothing yet

Hoshi (Soonyoung):

Nothing yet

Wonwoo:

Nothing yet

Woozi (Jihoon):

Nothing yet

DK (Seokmin):

Nothing yet

Mingyu:

Stay (A/F)

The8 (Minghao):

Nothing yet

Seungkwan:

Nothing yet

Vernon:

Nothing yet

Dino (Chan):

Nothing yet

ATEEZ

Hongjoong:

Nothing yet

Seonghwa:

Nothing yet

Yunho:

Nothing yet

Yeosang:

Nothing yet

San:

I Wish (F/A) coming soon

Mingi:

Nothing yet

Wooyoung:

Nothing yet

Jongho:

Nothing yet

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Hey hey! So, I just wanted to take a second to thank you guys so much for the love and support on my fics! It means so much that you guys are enjoying them and I'm over the moon at how well my Minho fic has been doing, so thank you, and I love you guys for that!!

I also have a question for you lovely people, because I have a few ideas for stories, and I'm curious if you guys would be interested in any of them. I've been thinking about writing a Mafia-esque fic for Minho x FemReader, and wanted to know if that sounded like something you guys would read?

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A Surprise (M) b.c

Getting the chance to come back to Seoul for a couple months to work with your boyfriend's group, you also have the chance to show up without him knowing you're back, and the reunion is better than you hoped it would be.

Pairing: Idol!Chan x Fem!Reader | Older Sister!Reader x Felix

Word Count: 5.2k

Genre: Smut (18 + MDNI) Fluff, Established Relationship, Established Friendship w/SKZ members

Warnings: This story is 90% smut, if you are not 18 or older, please DO NOT INTERACT with this story. Unprotected sex (reader is on birth control, but regardless, be smart and safe! Use protection) Pet names (Baby, my love, love, babygirl, princess) name calling (Whore but affectionately it is unspoken but it's done consensually) Praise, cursing, light choking, casual mention of food.

You [9:35 p.m.] Min, Jinnie! I'm ready whenever you two are.

You set your phone on the counter after locking it so you could look around the apartment again for a moment. The company had paid to have some of your things shipped out, mostly clothes and things like that, because you refused to let them buy you new clothes, saying that you'd have nowhere for the new things to go once you flew back home. But you did compromise on letting them pay for everyday things, like kitchen utensils and the like, so you could actually inhabit the apartment for the close to 2 month that you’d be staying in it.

The company had asked you to come work with Chan and the guys, being that you were Felix’s older sister, and since they knew about your relationship with Chan, and how amazing of a photographer you were. You were obviously, more than happy to spend so much time with your brother, your boyfriend and the rest of the members, even if you were going to be working for a lot of the time.

It was still 2 months straight, though, and it was about to be the most amount of time that you and Chan have spent together, in person, since before getting together, since you’re living and working in a different country right now.

You stood in the doorway to the master bedroom, marveling at the sight before you. It was beautifully decorated- simple yet cozy- and there wasn't a single thing you could find to complain about as you continued to look around, even after hearing your phone go off from the kitchen counter.

You made your way back over to grab you phone, seeing that the boys had texted you back.

Minhooo [9:39 p.m.] We're on our way, Noona!

Hyunjinnie [9:40 p.m.] I'm so excited!

Little Bro Sunshine [9:40 p.m.] I can't wait to see you!

Jisungie [9:41 p.m.] Bin-Hyung and I will keep Channie-Hyung busy until you're at the dorm. Can't wait to see you either, though, Noona!

Seungminnie [9:43 p.m.] IN-ah looks like he's going to explode, he's so excited.

Innie [9:44 p.m.] I AM excited!

You [9:45 p.m.] I'm excited too, boys! I've missed you all so much

You decided that now would be a good time to text Chan, telling him you were finally home. Halfway through your flight, you'd messaged him- like you'd planned, telling him you'd had a layover for a couple hours somewhere, but that you were going to use that time to get some food and to walk around to kill time and stretch out your legs.

All in the hopes that he wouldn't question why you'd be texting him so much later then when your flight home would've landed already. You were so excited to surprise him, and you were thankful for the guys, for helping you get everything planned out.

You [9:50 p.m.] Hey baby! Finally made it home, but I'm feeling super jetlagged so I'm going to get some more sleep. I'll text you when I get up though, okay? I love you; I hope your day was good! 💕🥰

And after that, you waited for Minho and Hyunjin to knock on the apartment door and for Chan to text you back, which only took a couple minutes.

Chris💙 [9:54 p.m.] Glad to hear that you're home, my love. Okay, sleep well, I love you more xxxx &lt;3<3 I'm going home in a bit to do the same thing.

You [9:55 p.m.] Dream about me then?

Chris💙 [9:55 p.m.] I already do, love

Chris💙 [9:56 p.m.] Get some rest, babygirl. I'll talk to you later?

You [9:56 p.m.] Cheesy boy! Videocall when I get up? If you're not busy.

Chris💙 [9:57 p.m.] Only for you. And I'll never say no.

You [9:57 p.m.] I know 💕 night, baby

Chris💙 [9:58 p.m.] Good night, love &lt;3

After another few minutes, finally loud knocks sounded at the door, and you could barely contain your excitement as you pulled it open to two smiling faces.

You didn't even say hi, just quickly grabbed them both, pulling them in for a tight little group hug as they both laughed at your reaction, but hugged you back just a tightly.

"I've missed you both." You sighed happily, letting them go after a moment.

"We've miss you, too, Noona." Minho smiled at you as Hyunjin nodded.

"Lots," Hyunjin added, hugging you again. "How was the flight?"

You let out a soft sigh, "Not too bad, I slept most of the time knowing that I'd need the rest for the time difference. Honestly, I'm just tired from all the photoshoots I’ve done this last week and a half."

"Looking forward to a few days with nothing to do?" Minho asked with a smile.

You grinned, "Absolutely. After that, it's going to be a busy and long few weeks. But I can't complain when I get to see you guys so much again finally."

The boys smiled, "Well," Minho started, "You could complain, but we all know that we're going to make sure you have no reason to."

"Or have plenty of reasons to." Hyunjin laughed.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at both of them, "You two are ridiculous."

"And you missed us." Hyunjin pointed out, a wide smile on his face. "But that's a topic for another time, because Changbin-Hyung texted me and they're leaving the studio soon so we need to go."

"Let me grab my things then," You said, spinning around towards the counter only a few steps away from you, glancing back at Minho, "Did Jisung order dinner like we planned?"

He nodded, watching you quickly pull a familiar looking hoodie over your head, "Yeah, it'll get there about the same time as us, if we leave now."

You scoffed playfully, pulling on both shoes, "Alright, alright, come on then." You smiled, making sure you had the key to the apartment in case you couldn't remember the code, before shoving your phone into the pocket of the Chan's hoodie and following them back out the door and down the hall, making sure the apartment door was shut and locked behind you.

The whole drive was spent just talking to them about everything that had been going on since you'd all been together back on their last tour, Chan had finally gotten the chance to spend some time back home with his family after a few years and you'd been so excited for him.

When Felix told you that he was going too, you were even happier, knowing your little brother was getting the chance to go home to be with the rest of your family for a little while, even though you were a little upset that you couldn’t also be there.

The boys told you about the few concerts they'd had since coming back to Seoul, some things that had happened in the studio when they were practicing and just everyday life for all of them- little things that Chan or Felix didn't always have time to tell you when you would talk to either of them.

The closer you got to the dorm, the more excited, and nervous, you became, and they both noticed- even in the dark of the car. Minho glanced at you after he finally parked at the dorm, offering you a small smile, "It's going to be great, Noona. Don't worry too much, okay?"

Hyunjin put his hand on your shoulder before you guys got out, "Yeah, Channie-Hyung isn't going to know what to do when he sees you."

"All I know is that I'm definitely going to cry." You mumbled, climbing out of the car, "How much time do we have?"

Hyunjin unlocked his phone, "Hannie said they just left the company, so we have like 15 minutes or so."

You nodded, following behind them into the building, "I'm so excited to see the rest of the boys."

"Yongbok-ah's been freaking out most of the day, he barely slept last night." Minho mentioned as you guys stepped off the elevator finally.

You cooed softly, "Yeah, he'd been texting me nonstop until my flight boarded about how excited he was. I missed my little brother." You smiled as they stopped in front of the dorm and Hyunjin put the code in before turning the handle. He smiled down at you before he slowly pushed the door open for you, motioning for you to go first.

There was a loud gasp as you stepped through the doorway, "She's here!" You heard Innie yell before three sets of arms engulfed you into a tight hug.

You giggled, squirming a little to get your arms free to hug them back, "Hi, boys!"

Felix laughed, "I can't believe you're actually here!" he exclaimed.

"I missed you, Noona." Innie grinned.

Seungmin smiled widely, "Took you long enough." He joked softly.

You managed to get your arms free, and touching each of them as you smiled happily, "I missed you guys, too." You told them before you all pulled apart from one another before you grabbed Felix for a long hug. “I missed you.” You whispered, feeling your eyes sting slightly as you hugged him.

It had been a long time since you guys had been together and since you and Felix have always been so close, it’s been hard being apart this long.

He immediately relaxed against you, hugging you just as tightly, as he sighed softly, “I missed you, too, Noona. I’m so happy you’re back.”

10 minutes or so later, you were firmly planted on the center cushion of the couch, facing the front door and watching Hyunjin accept the takeout boxes from the delivery guy with a smile and a soft 'thank you' bow before closing the door and facing the rest of you with a smile.

"Food's here, now we just need the star of the show." He joked, taking the bags into the kitchen.

"Han just texted me," Minho looked up at you, "Changbin-ah just parked, so they'll be up in a minute."

You let out an excited but shaky breath, "Oh, man, I'm weirdly nervous." you admitted softly.

Felix dropped his head to your shoulder and let out a soft chuckle, "That's okay, Noona! This is how Channie-Hyung was in LA before you got there."

You grinned at him, tightening your hand around his for a quick second, "Really?"

Seungmin nodded, "Oh yeah. He couldn't sit still, from the second we got back to the hotel until he ran out of the room to meet you at the elevator."

You grinned at the memory of that night, at how excited you had been to see Chan standing outside those doors when they opened. You hoped that's how he'd feel now.

Minho looked at the boys, "Okay, they left Channie-Hyung in the lobby, so they're coming in in a second and then he'll be up after that, so we should go hide in the kitchen." He looked at you as they all started getting up and walking away from the living room, "Ready?"

You took a deep breath and nodded, "Ready."

He smiled just as the door burst open with two panting boys who quickly looked around the room for you before they ran at you for a quick hug.

"He's almost up here, we waited by the elevator until he got on." Changbin said quickly, letting you out of the hug.

"He must have found it weird that you two just left him like that." You chuckled softly, watching them head for the kitchen too.

Han shook his head, "We were messing around before that to make it look more real. Changbin-Hyung 'chased' after me for smacking his hat off outside the car." He explained.

You just let out a quiet laugh, "You guys really went all out for this, huh?" You asked softly.

They both smiled at you as you stood from the couch to stand a little ways away from the door for when Chan opened it. "For you guys? Yeah! And we'd do it again." Han grinned.

Minho grabbed his arm, "Sentimentality later, he should be at the door in a minute." he whispered, tugging Han into the kitchen with him.

You just shook your head and spun around, keeping your eyes on the door until you heard the handle starting to turn and your heart began beating so fast, you were worried it would beat out of your chest as the door was slowly pushed open.

"You know," Chan's voice started before he had even put a foot through the doorway, "You two are lucky that there wasn't anyone in the lobby, to see you guys being-" He stopped talking, his eyes landing on your pair of shoes by the door as he stepped inside, before his eyes slowly landed on your figure in the middle of the living room, the rest of his sentence slowly falling from his lips. "Like that.."

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop as you smiled at him. "Surprise." you whispered finally.

Already, you could feel your eyes stinging with tears as his mouth dropped open slightly as you stared at each other for a solid 10 seconds before he launched himself at you. Dropping everything he had been holding in his hands to the floor before his arms wrapped around your body, tightly, pulling you into his chest until your feet were off the ground.

He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply as he somehow pulled you closer to him- not fully believing that you were there, that you were in his arms again as he heard you let out a soft cry into his shoulder where you had buried your face, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and your legs around his waist.

"You're here. You're really here." He breathed out, a few tears dropping from his face onto the fabric of the hoodie adorning your body. "I can't believe you're actually here." he whispered, cupping your tear-streaked cheek as you nodded slowly.

It was so nice to be home.

"I'm really here." You whispered back before he quickly blanketed your lips with his before you both pulled away again, hugging each other tightly as you finally put your feet back on the floor.

He took your face in both of his hands, his vision slightly blurred from happy tears as he smiled down at you, "You lied to me." You let out a tearful laugh and nodded, he sighed, leaning down to kiss you again, his lips brushing yours lightly, "I missed you so fucking much."

You eagerly kissed him back again, fisting the fabric of his jacket at his waist, "I missed you, too." you mumbled, pressing your forehead to his once you'd both pulled away.

As soon as the boys realized you guys were done kissing- Han had peeked his head out the kitchen doorway to double check- they all quickly emerged into the living room again, cheering loudly like the dorks they are, for you both.

Chan looked at them, a mix of bewilderment and pure surprise on his face as the realization hit him, why they'd all been the way they had been since the day before, "You guys knew?"

"We helped plan this." Seungmin answered him, a proud smile on his lips.

Chan glared playfully at Felix, “You! You knew too?”

Felix couldn't stand still, bouncing happily on his feet, "Oh, it was torture having to keep this a secret from you, Hyung." He breathed, "But so totally worth it!"

Chan felt you lace your fingers with his, making him look down at you, "Definitely worth it." You grinned up at him.

A couple hours later, after you’d all eaten and enjoyed just spending the time together, you and Chan got ready to leave for the night. The boys had told him that he had the next few days off, to just enjoy spending time with you before you and Felix spent a day or two together, before your busy schedules really started.

Chan looked down at you and nodded gently, before turning to look back at the guys, "If you guys need anything, just text me. Or her."

"Chan, they know." You giggled, offering the boys a smile, shouldering your purse finally. "Either or though, doesn't matter."

Minho shook his head, "We'll be fine for a few days. Just like when you went home, hyung. Now get out of here and spend some time together."

He smiled wide, nodding in response, "Thank you, guys. Really. We'll see you in a couple days, I guess."

You grinned, throwing a smile back at Felix then the rest of the boys, "See you guys this weekend, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Han laughed, "Knowing you, Noona, that's not a lot."

You faked a hurt expression as you pulled open the front door, "Wow, Ji, just wow. I mean, you're right but still, damn." You sighed playfully, "Don't do anything that will get you in trouble." You offered instead, smiling back at them, "Better?"

Chan let out a soft sigh, "I'm worried about what you talk about with them." He joked, taking your hand in his, "Have a good few days, boys."

You giggled at him, rolling your eyes playfully, "Nothing bad, obviously." You looked back at the rest of them, "Bye, boys! Goodnight."

Finally, after hearing them all bid you goodnight and goodbye, you and Chan disappeared through the front door and down the hall, enjoying the soft silence that had enveloped you both as you made it down to his car.

"Princess." He grinned, opening your door for you before quickly throwing his backpack into the backseat.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you slid into the seat, "Thank you."

He chuckled, rounding the car himself, after making sure you were in the car and your door was shut. After a minute or so, he'd put his music on low, and grabbed your hand in his, pulling it up to his lips, "I still can't believe you're actually here." he whispered again, lips grazing your knuckles.

You smiled, leaning over to kiss his lips. Keeping your hand on his cheek as you slowly pulled away, "I hope it was a good surprise."

He nodded quickly, touching his forehead to yours for a moment, "You know how much I've missed you; I couldn't be happier right now."

You pecked his lips again before settling back in your seat fully, "Neither could I."

He grinned over at you, squeezing your hand once before finally pulling away from the dorm and onto the road to your apartment, following the gps that you’d put into the dash when you first got in the car.

The drive was quiet, comfortable, and your hand never left his until you both were getting out of the car a couple minutes later. You waited at the front of the car for him to grab his bag from the backseat, and it was only then that you realized he didn't have his laptop. Which you pointed out as much when you guys got into the elevator.

"If I have the days off, and I have you, I don't need my laptop." He answered with a smile, "I'd rather spend all this time with just you, and not worry about working on anything."

You could feel the warmth of his words spreading through your body as you made it to your apartment door, "As much as I adore that sentimentality, baby, what are you going to do when you can't sleep and want something to do?"

You felt his chest against your back as you went to open the door, stopping when you felt his lips graze your ear, "Why would I want my laptop, when I can just do you, instead?"

Your breath hitched and your barely turned your head to look up at him. Seeing that cocky, smug grin on his lips didn't help the sudden want growing within you, "You're shameless." You said weakly.

His smug look only worsened as he finished opening the door behind you, "When it comes to you? Yeah." He muttered, gently pushing you inside the apartment, keeping your gaze as you both moved, before shutting the door with his foot.

You pulled him closer to you, not even bothering to properly put your things down before you pulled his lips down to yours in a heated kiss, moaning softly at the feel of his hands on your ass as he pulled you closer to him too.

It was a miracle that neither of you crashed into anything as you led him down the hall and into the bedroom, clothes trailing behind you after being haphazardly pulled from your bodies. Lips and hands barely left each other's skin as Chan laid you on your back on the bed, moving to hover above you, a lovesick grin on his face the second he looked down at you.

"I don't know how I got so lucky to be with someone as beautiful as you." He whispered, cupping your cheek lightly.

You flushed under his gaze and words, diverting your eyes from his, "You know damn well I think that same thing about you." You mumbled, meeting his eyes again and reaching up to cup his cheek too.

Chan grinned, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your palm, "6 months is way too long without you. I'm going to show you how much I missed you, my love." he whispered, leaning down to capture your lips with his.

You nodded just barely, relishing in the way he was already running his hands softly over your body, "Show me." You pleaded gently, arching your back as his hand found purchase between your legs.

He trailed his lips down your neck, lavishing your skin in unspoken confessions as he rocked his hips into yours- limbs tangled, wrapped around each other as you both steadily found yourselves closer to the edge.

You gasped, feeling him thrust deeper, but keeping the same pace, "J-just like that, baby, fuck yes."

He grunted above you, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure as you clenched around him again, "You're so good to me, love," He panted in your ear, "So fucking good to me."

You whined, throwing your head back into the mattress as you clenched around him and dragged your nails down his back, "You're the one doing all the work, baby." You hissed, feeling his lips latch around your nipple. "I should be telling you how good you are to me."

He chuckled, barely lifting his head to fully gaze up at you, "The sounds you're making are telling me enough, babygirl." He grinned smugly, lapping his tongue around the perked bud again.

You arched your back at the feeling, eyes closing as you sighed in pleasure before pulling his face up to yours, both of your hands on his cheeks as you met his eyes, "I love you," You panted softly, your lips grazing his, "Ruin me, baby. I want more. Please?"

He closed the space between your lips, grunting into your mouth as he hoisted your leg over his hip, his fingers digging into the flush on the back of your thigh, "You want more, huh? I'll give you more, babygirl."

If you thought you were rushing towards an orgasm before, you had no idea what you were truly in for. Chan braced himself with one hand on the bed up by your head, the other still tightly holding your thigh as he picked up his pace, moaning at the feeling of you clenching around him again as you moaned out loudly at the change in pace.

"This what you wanted, huh? You wanted me to fuck you instead of make love to you?" He let out a dry chuckle, bowing his head a little, and watching his cock disappearing inside you. "Do you want me to fuck you like you're a whore? My little whore?"

"Yes!" You cried, hands gripping the sheet beneath you as you squeezed your eyes shut, "Fuck, baby, yes. 'm your whore, I-I wanna be your whore."

He quickly pulled out, leaving you gasping and confused until he roughly grabbing your waist, "On your hands and knees then, babygirl. Whores don't get to look at me when I fuck them."

You had to keep yourself from moaning at his words as you did as he told you, dropping onto your forearms as he gripping your ass with both hands, squeezing and spreading your cheeks a few times, before you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance again.

You had no idea where this sudden change came from. The few times you guys have had sex since getting together, sure he'd fucked you, but, God, not like this. Not that you were complaining, you'd gotten a taste of this Chan on the many, steamy phone and videocalls over the long months, but this was different- this was first-hand, and you were living for it.

You moaned at the feeling of him rubbing his tip up and down your folds, wiggling your hips slightly in anticipation, "Please?" You begged, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

He put his hand on the middle of your back, pushing your chest further into the mattress, "You'll get it, babygirl. Behave."

And as he finished saying the words, he slowly pushed back into you, bottoming out before pulling out again just as slowly, listening to you gasp at the difference in angle.

As much as you both liked being able to look in each other's eyes, grabbing each other's faces to pull the other into heated, deep kisses during sex, this angle was making him hit every spot within you, and he knew it too, just from how you were crying out, and burying your face into the sheets as you clenched tightly around him, pulling him deeper.

You could feel the burn in your knees from the prolonged stance as you pushed back against him with every hard thrust. You could feel his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you backwards into him each time, too. And listening to him let out low, deep groans as he fucked into you was quickly sending you headlong into an orgasm you knew was going to hit you hard.

You could feel it as he pulled you up and back into his chest, bucking up into you as he wrapped an arm across your chest, the other falling between your legs as his rubbed rough figured 8's onto your clit- the overstimulation making it harder for you not to fall limp on the bed, and had it not been for Chan's arms, you would've.

One of your hands gripped around his wrist on the arm across your body, taking his hand and moving it to the base of your neck, the other reaching behind you both, around the back of his neck as he continued to thrust, panting heavily into your neck.

"Are you close?" he grunted, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed tightly against his as your hand fell to his ass, grabbing a handful.

You nodded quickly, dropping your head back onto his shoulder, "So close, baby, I'm so close." You whimpered as he gently tightened his hand around your throat, as the knot in your stomach quickly tightened. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Chan's hips faltered for a moment, feeling you clench around him before he picked up the same pace, letting your throat go and grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "Cum for me then, babygirl." He demanded, "You've been such a good girl for me- my pretty little whore." He brushed your lips with his as your walls tightened around him again.

You cried out, letting him silence the sound with his mouth on yours as you finally came, ears ringing as the pleasure overtook you as he continued roughly thrusting into you, letting you ride it out until his hips stopped and he spilled inside you only moments later, panting heavily as he let go of your jaw and pulled his hand from your core.

He held you against his chest as you both tried to catch your breaths, bodies sticky with sweat from the heat between you both.

You felt his lips at the base of your neck after brushing your hair to the side, "You okay?" He asked, adjusting you both as he pulled out.

You whimpered softly at the oversensitivity, but nodded, "Perfect, you?" You asked, turning to look at him as he stood from the bed.

He grinned down at you, a tired expression on his face, "Never been better."

You barely huffed a chuckle, slowly moving to put your feet on the floor to stand too. "Shower?"

Chan didn't reply, only held his hand out to you, helping you stand on wobbly feet before following you to the bathroom. He looked at you, an amused look in his eyes as you stood slightly unsteadily as you turned the shower on, waiting for the water to get hot. "You sure you're doing okay?" He teased.

You glanced back at him, splashing a small handful of water towards him as you stuck your tongue out at him. "I'm probably going to be a little sore in the morning, but yeah, I'm fine."

He nodded as you turned back around, his eyes shamelessly raking over the naked expanse of your body as you paid him no mind. His heart felt full, having you home with him again, and even though the distance was tough and sometimes painfully hard, in this moment, he felt like it was worth it.

He hadn't realized that you'd finally turned back to look at him, ready to tell him the shower was ready. You caught his eyes, your brows pinching together in question as he just stared at you still.

"What?" You asked finally, the word spoken so softly, it was almost drowned out by the stream of water behind you.

He took the two steps between you both, hand coming to rest gently on your waist and smiled down at you- a look of pure love and adoration in his eyes as you tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. "I’m just so happy you’re home again. I love you." Was all he offered in response before he gently pressed his lips down to yours in a chaste kiss.

You sighed into the kiss, smiling as you both pulled away, "And I love you. Not to ruin your sappy love moment though, but can we get into the shower now? I, uhm, have your cum coming down my thighs." You said softly, cheeks slightly darkening before Chan let out a quiet laugh and nodded, letting you go before slapping your ass as you climbed into the shower.

You yelped at the sudden contact, spinning to playfully glare at him as he followed behind you, pulling the shower curtain closed, "Really?"

“It was right there,” He sent you a cheeky grin and shrugged just barely, "Couldn't resist."

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@cat123jkbunny Thank you for requesting! I hope you liked this one as much as the first one! <3

Hi again lol I know I just asked for a story 🤦🏻‍♀️🙈but you wrote so good that I have another idea . Could you write some fluffy fluff again with a bit of angst if you could write of jungkook feeling sick and sad or depressed and girl y/n sees that and she cuddles him with a fluffy blanket and reminds him why she loves him and she also asks him why he loves her and she gets surprise by his words and is shocked that someone loves her because she never thought anyone could love her ect . and basically something warm and comforting.

Well, hi again! Lol Don't apologize, I love that you enjoyed your story so much you wanted another one! Be greedy with your love of stories and ideas, even if it's not me you're asking to write for you.

I hope I was able to do it justice again this time. 💜

Requests are open!

-Em

Not Alone :: JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k (It was like I couldn't stop🙃)

Genre: Fluffy Fluff/Comfort/ very slight Angst, like you have to squint to see it

Warning: Self-doubt, allusions to depression and depictions of lack of self-care, cursing (ass, damn), lack of communication. Crying. If I missed anything, as always, please tell me so I can fix it.

A/N: If you're ever feeling alone, or depressed, or anything similar, please know that there is always someone there for you. I know that sometimes, it might not feel like there is, and that when you feel alone, your mind tells you all sorts of things, but you are never alone, and sometimes, our minds lie to us because we're hurting and it's the only thing that makes us feel more, even if it's more pain. You are always loved more that you think you are. There is always someone who would rather listen to you break down and tell them what is wrong, then to ever be without you. I love you, and if you need someone, come here and talk to me and I will listen, to whatever you want to tell me. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

I hope you enjoy!

Being in a relationship was still new to you, especially one where you found yourself still second guessing a lot of the things that other people probably wouldn’t even blink at.

You’d been with Jungkook for almost 5 months now, and you guys had been friends for about a year before hand, so you had an inkling of how things would be between you both. What you hadn’t expected though, was Jungkook practically dropping off the face of the earth one night- to the point that even the guys hadn’t heard from him in a couple of days and had called you to find out what was going on.

You shook your head, knowing the man on the other end of the line couldn’t see you, as you sighed softly, “I’m sorry, Namjoon, I haven’t talked to him either. Not since Saturday night.”

He made a surprised noise, “You guys haven’t talked in 4 days? Like at all? Did you guys break up or something?”

Your eyes widened slightly, “What? No, of course not. At- at least, I don’t think we did. We didn’t have a fight or anything.”

“What happened on Saturday?” He asked.

You leaned back into your couch as you thought back to the last time you’d seen Jungkook. You’d gone over to his place for dinner after you got off of work, he’d told you that he missed you and just wanted to spend some time with you, and of course, you weren’t going to deny him that- not when you had been thinking the same thing.

Dinner was great, he’d cooked and you guys had a couple drinks, watched a few movies and then when you begrudgingly told him that you needed to go home, he’d called you car since he’d picked you up from work. He was reluctant to let you go, but he knew that you had work in the morning, so, he waited downstairs with you, pulling you into a sweet kiss before you climbed into the car, and he waited until it pulled away, before he went back inside.

“He picked me up from work and made me dinner.” You told Namjoon, frowning slightly, “He didn’t seem like anything was wrong, other than him not wanting me to leave that night.” You commented softly.

Namjoon sighed on the other end of the line, “Okay. If you get ahold of him, please, let one of us know. And we’ll let you know, if we get ahold of him.”

You nodded to yourself, “Yeah, okay. I’ll try to call him as soon as we’re off the phone.”

“Okay. Thank you, Y/n. Bye.”

“Anytime, Joon. Bye.” You sighed again as you dropped your phone to your lap.

You’d been slowly growing more worried, the more days passed without so much as a word from Jungkook, but you figured that he was just really busy with something and that he’d tell you about it when he could. This wouldn’t be the first time something like that was the reason he hadn’t talked to you for a day or two.

But 4 days? And with the added fact that you guys were dating now, it didn’t sit right with you.

You’d texted him a handful of times over the last few days- good morning texts, things that reminded you of him that you wanted to show him, good night texts- the most recent one had been right before Namjoon had called you, you texted Jungkook and just asked if he was okay.

But it still went unread when you looked before you quickly called his phone. When you got his voicemail, you sighed before you waited for the beep.

“Hi, Kookie, I’m getting worried, love. Are you okay? If you need anything, please tell me. The guys are worried about you, too.” You paused for only a second, “Please talk to me, tell me you’re alright.”

After you hung up, dropping your phone back onto the table in front of you, you quickly made the decision that you were going to just go over to his place and check on him. Namjoon had told you when he first called you, that Jungkook hadn’t been to the company since Monday, and that was enough information for you to know that he was home because they’d know if he had left the city.

You moved around your apartment quickly, snagging the hoodie you’d stolen from Jungkook’s closet on Saturday and throwing it on over a long sleeve shirt, you’d changed out of a pair of shorts you only wore at home, and into a pair of sweatpants. When you’d gotten back into the living room, you noticed your phone had just lit up, Jungkook’s personalize text tone ringing out before the screen went black again.

You about dove for your phone, unlocking it as you dropped onto the couch.

Kookie Monster 🍪 [4:54 p.m.] I don’t need anything.

You frowned at the words, not knowing how to respond at first. You thought about calling him again but decided against it, you were still going to go over to his place so you could talk to him face to face, and really know what was going on.

So you locked your phone and as soon as your shoes were on, you were out the door and calling for a car to his place.

The drive felt longer than usual, and you chalked it up to your nerves, but you’d taken a couple minutes and texted Namjoon and told him you were just going to go check on Jungkook instead of waiting around for him to answer someone- also waiting to tell him that Jungkook had answered you. You wanted to make sure you could give the guys answers finally, and get some answers for yourself, too.

After paying for the ride, and thanking the driver, you headed inside, politely greeting the people in the lobby as you moved towards the elevator. You didn’t know why you were so nervous all of a sudden, but as you leaned against the rail as you took the elevator up, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that had settled in the pit of your stomach.

“Did you guys break up or something?”

Namjoon’s words had been swirling around in your mind since he’d said them. Truthfully, you were scared that Jungkook had decided that he didn’t want to be with you anymore finally, and that him having not talked to you since you left last weekend, was his way of breaking things off.

You remembered when Jungkook had asked you out the first time. You’d gotten upset with him because you thought it was a joke and you’d left the company that day in tears- unknowingly leaving a rather bewildered Jungkook, rooted in the same spot as you stormed away.

When he showed up at your apartment that night- morning- at almost 1 am, and told you that he hadn’t been trying to play a joke on you, that he really meant it and that he wanted to take you to dinner and give you flowers and actually date you, you’d cry some more and apologized profusely that you had even thought he’d ever do that to someone in the first place.

 You’d slowly been waiting for the day that he decided he didn’t want you anymore though, and it was through no fault of his. You just couldn’t seem to believe that someone would want you, the way Jungkook acted like he does.

Did. You thought as you stood in front of his apartment door. You had to remind yourself that he hadn’t talked to you in days. How can you say you want someone, when you don’t even acknowledge their existence?

You took a deep breath and raised your hand to knock on the door. The material felt hard against your knuckles as the sound echoed slightly around you, and you waited with bated breath, to hear anything from inside the apartment.

After a long, few seconds with nothing, you raised your hand to knock again, but right before your skin made contact with the door, it swung open, revealing the man who looked everything like your boyfriend, and yet nothing like him at all.

He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was the messiest you’d ever seen it- and you’d worked out with him before- his clothes were the same ones he’d been wearing on Saturday. The only difference now was that they were wrinkled to high heaven and disheveled more than you’d ever seen on him.

Jungkook was many things, many wonderful things, but the man in front of you, staring down at you with exhausted, bloodshot eyes, didn’t look anything like the man you knew. This man looked like he hadn’t slept in days, but yet, also looked like somehow all he did was sleep.

Existing somewhere in limbo even as he stood there, chest heaving slowly as he looked down at you with dim eyes.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was rough, like he hadn’t spoken in a while, and it was harsh- harsher than he meant it to sound when he noticed you flinch slightly at the tone.

“I was worried about you.” You whispered, looking him over again. “You haven’t talked to anybody in days, you haven’t been to the company in days, either. Namjoon called me wanting to know what was going on, but I’m just as worried as they are, because I don’t know any more than they do.”

He couldn’t even meet your eyes, stepping aside enough for you to come inside and discard your shoes. He closed the door behind you, once you were far enough, before he ambled back through his dark apartment and into the living room.

“I’m fine.” He told you, stopping before he even got to the couch, “You didn’t have to come over. I told you I didn’t need anything.”

You slowly scanned the apartment as you followed behind him. You noticed things sitting on the kitchen counters than had been there the other night, now mixing with new things that had also been left out, left lying around and forgotten about or ignored. There were dishes everywhere, food wrappers and containers from takeout places littering every surface.

And in the middle of all of it, was Jungkook, looking down at you with a heartbreaking expression that countered his words, when you finally met his eyes again. He wore his heart on his sleeve, his eyes never really able to hide the emotion behind them, and right now, he was pleading silently for something, anything but what his mind was telling him you were going to say.

Even in the darkness of the apartment, you could see his eyes beginning to shimmer with unshed tears, you could see the tremble of his bottom lip even as he pulled it between his teeth, chew the skin raw as you stared back at him with soft eyes, your heart breaking in your chest at just how small and fragile the man in front of you truly looked.

“Baby, what’s going on?” You asked softly, slowly moving to sit beside him on the couch.

He looked away again, more shame filling his body with every second that passed that you continued to look at him as he sat silent.

“Jungkook, please.” You pleaded with him, “Talk to me.”

You gently took his hand in yours, his skin warm to the touch like always- you loved how he ran warmer than you did, you loved how comforting it felt when you two cuddled.

“What do you want me to say, Y/n?” He asked finally, his voice a rough whisper as you linked your fingers together.

“Whatever you want to tell me, love. I’ll listen to anything.” You assured him. Slowly you reached up, cupping his jaw and turning his head so you could actually look at him, and you gently swiped a falling tear from his cheek when he let you. “Where did you go, hmm?” You asked softly, noticing the far off look in his eyes as they roamed your face. “What’s going on in your head, baby?”

Another tear fell, then another, and then all at once, his shoulders dropped and you were pulling him into your chest and wrapping your arms around his body as tightly as you could, hoping that you could piece him back together if he asked you to.

“I’m sorry,” He cried, his face buried in your shoulder as his grip tightened on your body. “I’m so sorry.”

You shushed him gently, running your hand over his hair in a small attempt to tame it as you repeatedly told him it was okay.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love, nothing at all. Okay?” You muttered, “Whatever is going on, isn’t anything you can’t get through.”

“How-“ He sucked in a breath, “How do you know?” he questioned, no malice in the words as he struggled to even get them out.

You smiled softly, picking his head up to look at him, “Because I know you, and I know that you’re going to get through it. I’ll help you, okay?”

He nodded before you pressed your lips to his forehead, and after taking another shaky, and uneven breath, he told you everything- everything that he’d been feeling for longer than it felt like he’d been feeling it, and with each thing he told you, your mind already had a counter argument to it. No matter what it was, or how much it broke your heart to hear him say it.

Finally, when he went quiet, the only sound being his staggered breathing, you carefully sat you both up and moved to get off the couch.

He panicked, his eyes widening as he gripped your hand in his, “Where are you going?”

You cupped his jaw and smiled, “Just to get a blanket for us, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” You waited until he’d dropped your hand to walk down the hallway towards his spare room where he kept all his extra bedding and things.

You searched for a few minutes, moving from the spare room and into his bedroom before your eyes landed on the blanket that you had deemed the best one that he owned- it was dark grey, big enough to cover his whole king sized bed and it was the fluffiest and softest blanket you’d ever held in your life.

You loved it, even when you guys were still friends, always stealing it when you’d come over if the apartment was even slightly chilly, and every time Jungkook saw you wrapped up underneath of it, his heart would flutter at how cute you were, and how utterly fallen he was for you and everything you did.

He’d even started calling it your blanket, because you used it more than he did- until you started dating, and he started leaving it out in the living room even if you weren’t over, because it smelled more and more like you after every use, and he found comfort in the way that you were around, even if you physically weren’t.

You gathered the material in your arms, and made your way back out to the living room, smiling at Jungkook when you realized he’d been staring down the hall at you the second you stepped out of his room with the blanket.

“So I had an idea,” You started softly, standing in front of him, the giant blanket spilling from your arms, “How about we sit here, cuddled up nice and cozy, while I tell you a few things?”

His shoulders moved up and down as he took a deep breath, glancing up at you with curious eyes, “What things?”

“Things I think you need to hear.” Was all you offered up, as you sat back down next to him. “Yes or no?”

He watched you flatten the blanket out a little bit before you opened your arms to him, and nodded, colliding into you once again as you wrapped your arms around him.

Once you both were settling, comfortable in each other’s arms, laying across the whole couch, you took a deep breath as you slowly weaved your fingers through his hair.

“I’ve learned a lot of things about you since we met, but my favorite things I’ve learned, have been since we started dating.” You spoke softly, watching him tilt his head up enough to look at you as you talked.

“I always thought you were an incredible person; generous to a fault, love making people laugh and happy. You love helping other people, doesn’t matter with what, or how. You’re strong, both mentally and physically, you’re sweet and kind and you are genuinely such a good person. You put your heart into everything you do, even if it’s just picking me a cup of coffee before you surprise me at work.” You let out a soft laugh, “And with all of those things, you make it easy for people to love you.” You took a quiet breath, running your finger along his jaw softly as you smiled at him.

“You make it so easy to love you, you know? It’s like breathing. Whenever I look at you, things seem brighter and clearer, and when you hold me, my whole body feels warm- like I’m sitting on a blanket in the park, underneath the sun.”

You watched his eyes flicker back and forth between yours and continued, “You take up a part of my heart that I didn’t even know was empty before you, and it was like it always belonged to you. To see you hurting so badly, and alone, and not even knowing that you were drowning,” You frowned softly, your eyebrows pinched together as you held his chin in your hand, “God, that breaks my heart, baby. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling like you had to deal with this alone.”

His eyes began to tear up, and he sat up enough to lean over you, grabbing the side of your face as he took a deep breath, “I didn’t know how to tell you.” He admitted softly, the waver in his voice catching himself off guard, “It’s always been easier to just go it alone.”

“But you don’t have to, Kookie.” You shook your head, looking up at him, “Let me help you, please? Let me take care of you when you feel like you can’t do it. Let me help you through this.”

He just stared down at you for a moment, before a small, sickly sweet grin found its way to his lips. He gently rubbed his thumb along your cheek, “You said it’s easy to love me.” He mumbled, “You love me?”

You felt your cheeks flush, as you realized you had indeed said that, and meant it of course. Leave it to you to be the one who says it first. You nodded just a little, watching his smile widen, his tears long forgotten by now as he peered down at you.

He took a breath, releasing it through his nose, “I love you, too.” He whispered, leaning down towards you just enough to brush his lips against yours.

“Y-you do?” You stuttered, watching him pull back to look at you fully. Confusion written in his eyes at how much surprise was in your question.

“Why are you surprised?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “Were you expecting me to not fall in love with you? With everything you do for me?” he questioned.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, watching as realization flashed in his eyes when you just continued to stare up at him.

This isn’t supposed to be about me. It’s about him, he’s the one upset. Fix it! You yelled at yourself, as he sat up both up, much like you’d done earlier.

“Baby?” He said softly, taking your hand in his, “Did you really think I wouldn’t love you?”

You couldn’t look at him, feeling guilty for letting your brain push those thoughts at you constantly.

He grabbed your face, making you look at him, “Hey, if I’m not allowed to listen to the horrible thoughts in my head, why do you get to, huh?” He shook his head, “No. You have no idea how much I love you, how long I’ve been dying to tell you that, but I always held back because I was worried it would scare you away if I said it too soon.”

Your eyes roamed his face for a moment, watching his tongue peak out to wet his lips before he smiled gently at you again, “If you think I’m all those things to you, you’re in for another thing, because god, baby, you’re everything to me. You are the sun that warms me. You are the stars that light up my loneliest nights. You’re everything I’ve thought love could be and you make me want to be better.”

Your bottom lip was quivering, as he took your hands in his, “You make it easier when I feel like this,” He gestured around the living room, “When things are so overwhelming to me, and getting out of bed is the only thing I do that day, you make it easier. Even if you’re not here.” He scoffed softly, gently pulling you closer to him, “Do you have any idea how many times you’ve saved me, just by being in my life?”

You shook your head, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back the sob that wanted to make itself known.

He grinned, leaning close enough to put his forehead against yours, “You might as well be my guardian angel, baby. Loving you is the easiest, and best, decision of my life. You help me more than you know, even when you do nothing because you’re you and you’re in my life and you’re my girlfriend, and by far, the best damn thing to happen to me.”

He paused, letting you take a moment to fully absorb his words, as he cupped your cheek, “I love you, Y/n.”

You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his again, “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do,” You admitted, “Or said I was the best thing to happen to them.”

He chuckled lowly, his hand coming up to the back of your neck, “No one’s ever told me a piece of their heart was always mine.”

Just as you both were leaning towards each other, lips just barely brushing, loud, frantic knocking sounded at the front door.

You both jumped apart, eyes focused on the door as more knocks sounded. “Expecting company?” You asked, looking back at Jungkook as he stood up.

He shook his head, “Nope, you were surprise enough, baby.” He quickly knelt back down enough to connect his lips to yours, before he pulled away with a small smile, “Stay here?”

You just nodded, watching him head for the door, and slowly pulling it open as he peeked around it.

“I’m gonna kick your ass, Jungkook.” You heard Namjoon threaten him, before he was pulled into a hug.

You couldn’t help the laugh that caught their attention as Namjoon pushed his way into the apartment, his eyes immediately landing on you. “Do you know how many times I’ve called you?” He asked exasperatedly, sighing as he crossed his arms over his chest like a disappointed dad.

You made a face, looking away from him, “Sorry, Joon. I was going to text you eventually to tell you he was okay.”

The older man sighed softly, his eyes roaming the room before he looked at Jungkook next to him, his eyes softening, “You didn’t tell us it was getting bad again.”

Jungkook nodded, “I know. You guys have all just been so busy lately, and I thought I could deal with it this time. I’m sorry, Hyung.”

Namjoon quickly pulled him in for another, tighter hug, “Same thing I always tell you, Kook, it’s not something you have to apologize for. We were just worried.” They pulled away from each other and Namjoon looked over at you with a smile, “But, I can see you’re in good hands, so I’ll get out of here.”

A couple minutes later, and with a promise that Jungkook would text everybody before the night was over, Namjoon was out the door, leaving you and Jungkook in a comfortable silence as you crossed the floor towards him.

Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his waist and planted your face on his chest. He snaked his arms around your body and pulled you closer.

“Can you promise me something?” You whispered, not looking up at him.

“Anything.”

You let out a quiet sigh, “Will you try to tell me, the next time you start feeling like this?” You asked, finally picking your head up to gaze up at him. “Will you let me help you?”

He blinked a few times, staring into your eyes before a smile pulled at his lips and he nodded slowly, “You already help me, baby. But I promise, I’ll tell you.”

You stood on your tip toes, leaning towards him, “Thank you.” You whispered before you lightly pressed your lips to his, “Why don’t you go shower, and I’ll clean up a bit before I make us something for dinner?”

“I can just order us something.”

You shook your head, pulling yourself from his arms, “I want to cook.”

He saw the look in your eyes, and knew you wouldn’t let him win this, so he smiled down at you again, “I will only agree, if you stay the night? You can borrow some of my clothes and if we’re feeling it in the morning, we can make breakfast together?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you smiled, nodded softly, “I think that’s doable.”

His smile seems to grow, and he leaned down to kiss you again before he headed down the hall to shower, quickly turning around before he got too far, “Hey,”

You turned towards him, “Hmm?”

“I love you.”

You could feel the warmth spreading over your cheeks- through you, and you were surprised how easy it was to believe him, and to just know that he meant it.

“I love you, too.”

[captain19cb97]

Aweee thank you! 🥹 I'm so glad you liked it so much! Honestly, it's one of my favorite fics I've written because it does feel just so real and fleshed out and like, I know I wrote it but this is the kind of relationship I want 😫 ya know? Ugh if we could all be so lucky🩵🩵

Perfect. (M) l.mh

After months apart, you and Minho finally get to spend a little bit of time together and it's perfect.

Pairing: Idol!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Genre: Fluff Smut (18+ MDNI) Established Relationship Established friendship w/SKZ members.

Warnings: This story has smut, not overly descriptive but it is still there, so please, if you are not of age- meaning 18 or older- DO NOT INTERACT with this story. Protected sex, pet names (baby, jagiya, jagi) praise, teasing, cursing, mentions of food.

"Lee Know-hyung! Your girlfriend's here!" IN yelled, looking back through the dorm before he smiled at you again, moving aside so you could come in.

You let out a soft laugh, "Well, hello to you too, Innie."

He grinned somewhat shyly, heading back towards the couch after shutting the door, "Hi, Noona."

You looked around the dorm for a second, noticing that Innie was dressed to leave. You cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled, "Going somewhere?"

He nodded up at you, "Yeah, we're going to go eat and then probably to an arcade or something for a little bit."

You frowned, "You guys don't have to leave just because I came over, you know."

He smiled, shaking his head as Felix came down the hall. "We know. And we aren't, not really. We've been wanting to go to this new noddle place over by the company for a while and we thought tonight would be good because Lee Know-hyung doesn't want to go and we won't feel as bad leaving him by himself since you're here."

Felix grinned wide as he walked towards you, arms wide for his usual hello hug. "Noona!"

You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him as his slid around you as you looked back at Innie and nodded once. "Hi, Lixie. How's my favorite aussie?" You grinned.

He just laughed, hugging you a little tighter before he let go and stepped back. "I'm sure Channie-hyung is doing good. I'm great though."

You lightly shoved his shoulder, "You know I meant you! Chan's my second favorite aussie." You rolled your eyes before you saw Seungmin coming down the hallway with Minho slowly trailing behind him.

Seungmin smiled when his eyes landed on you, turning his attention from his conversations with Minho for the moment, "Hey, Noona. How are you?"

You smiled, offering a slight shrug, "I'm pretty good, Minnie, how are you?"

He nodded, "I'm good. Hungry and ready to go." He said, looking between Felix and Innie, "You guys ready? Changbin-hyung said he's on his way."

Minho silently made his way to your side, snaking his arms around your waist from behind you as he pressed a small kiss to your cheek, mumbling a soft hello in your ear. "I didn't know Changbin was going with you guys."

Felix looked at you both, "Oh, yeah. He's the one that said he wanted to go tonight. You guys are welcome to come too, you know. If you want to."

You turned and looked at the side of Minho's face, watching him make a face before looking at you, "Do you want to go?" He asked softly, his arms tightening around your waist just barely.

You smiled but shook your head, knowing he was hoping you'd say no, and turned to look at the others. "Thanks for the offer, Lix, but it's okay. Maybe next time though, yeah?"

He just smiled, "Okay. Yeah, that sounds good."

Seungmin looked over at you guys and smiled, "Changbin-hyung is here, you guys have a good date night. One of us will text you before we come home so you're not worried about us." He said, looking more at you than he did at Minho.

You smiled, "I wish I could say I won't be worried because Changbin's going with you guys, but I know how he is soo." You trailed off jokingly, giggling softly. "But thank you. You guys have fun and enjoy your food."

"Yeah, have a good time, boys." Minho looked at each of them, "Be safe, don't do anything stupid."

You scoffed, pushing back into his chest a little, "Minho." You shook your head as the boys all said their goodbyes and headed for the door.

"Tell Bin I said hi!" You yelled before Innie shut the door behind himself.

You sighed, relaxing in Minho's hold a little more as he dropped his chin to your shoulder.

"Hi." He whispered again, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

You giggled, feeling the tickle of his breath on your skin, "Hi."

"I missed you." He mumbled, spinning you around to face him, settling his hands on your hips as a smile graced his lips. "Feels like it's been forever since I saw you."

You smiled, slowly wrapping your arms around his shoulders before you cupped his cheek with one of your hands. "I missed you, too."

Truthfully, it had been almost 3 months since you guys had had any time together that wasn't over facetime. You'd been so busy with your job, and Minho had been busy with his own schedules- dance practices, recordings, video shoots and most importantly- getting home from their tour only a few days ago.

Today was supposed to be the first day off either of you had gotten that matched up with each other and he had been determined to spend it with you. Unfortunately, you'd had been called into work this morning to fix a few things, so Minho had to settle for just the rest of the night with you.

But, you had a surprise for him. He is also off tomorrow and now, you are too since you had to work today. So you were planning on spending the night at the dorm and then, not going to work in the morning like you had originally planned.

He just didn't know that part yet.

He grinned softly down at you, eyes slowly moving across your face, taking in your features that he already had memorized but that didn't stop him from trying to imprint them again and again, in his mind.

"I was thinking that we could order something and then curl up on the couch for a movie or two before we go to bed. I don't want to make you stay up too late since you have work in the morning." He frowned as he finished talking, hating that he'd have to let you leave early in the morning again, when all he wanted was to keep you next to him.

"That sounds great." You whispered, leaning up to connect your lips to his for the first time in weeks.

He hummed immediately into the kiss. The novelty of kissing you, even after over a year of you guys being together, still hadn't worn off and he loved every bit of it. Your lips were always soft against his, and the familiar strawberry scent of your chapstick never failed to make him think of your first kiss in the park the night he confessed his feelings for you. He held you close, fingers slightly digging into your hips as he pulled you closer, hearing you let out a soft sound as his tongue met yours in your mouth.

He was intimately familiar with the sounds you made and yet, each time he heard the soft whimpers or whines come from you, his whole body felt like it was on fire. He loved the way you sounded- so vulnerable, so responsive to his movements and motions and you knew what it did to him.

He pulled away slowly, pecking your lips once before letting out a low chuckle as he gazed down at your slightly flushed cheeks, his hand coming up to cup your face. "Why don't you go put your stuff in my room and I'll start ordering us food, yeah?"

You nodded, finally peering up at his eyes as you leaned into his palm with a dazed smile. "You know my favorites for everywhere we eat so just pick somewhere, I'm not picky."

He nodded, kissing your nose before you broke away from each other and you grabbed your bag from the table where you'd put it when you got here and headed down the hall to his room.

You'd obviously been over more times than you could count since meeting the boys, and you could probably navigate both dorms with your eyes closed at this point.

You quickly made it into Minho's room and dropped your bag onto the foot of the bed before you rummaged through it for your change of clothes for the night.

You made quick work of your work clothes, having come over straight from work, and pulled on your pajamas; a cute pair of powder pink shorts and one of Minho's shirts you'd stolen forever ago. You grabbed your pair of slippers from his closet and after pulling your hair up and out of your face, you headed back out into the living room, finding Minho sat in the center of the couch with his phone in his hand, ordering from your favorite restaurant.

He turned and looked up at you before you sat down, a lazy smile pulling at his lips as he took in your outfit before he patted the cushion next to him and beckoned you to sit down.

You quickly curled up next to him, leaning into his side as he wound his arm around your shoulders, tilting his phone towards you so you could see what he was getting- all your favorites, like he was ready to feed an army.

"Want anything else?" He asked, glancing at your face.

You peered up at him, a teasing smile on your lips, "Are you trying to buy the whole restaurant?" You joked, letting out a laugh, "Why do you have so much food selected?"

He shrugged, "I figured you could take something to work tomorrow for lunch, too." He admitted with his usual smirk, "I gotta make sure my Jagiya is fed and happy."

You rolled your eyes, even as the wide smile pulled at your lips, "You're ridiculous, you know?"

He nodded, kissing your cheek, "Absolutely. And you love me for it." He mumbled, kissing the corner of your mouth this time, "Now, do you want anything else?" He asked again, pulling back with what he wanted to be a serious look.

You laughed, but shook your head, "No, you got everything I could want already."

He didn't say anything before finishing the order and setting his phone down on the coffee table. "What do you wanna watch tonight? Action, horror, comedy, drama, animation? You name it."

You giggled but didn't say anything as you watched him scroll through different genres for the next few minutes. Eventually you grinned, taking the remote from him and quickly searched for the drama you were in the middle of watching together. "I've been dying to watch the new episodes, but I've been waiting until we could watch them together."

He made a noise and nodded slightly, "Yeah.... me too." He said slowly.

You stopped clicking and looked at him, "Lee Minho, you better not have been watching it without me." You whined, shoving his leg.

He made an apologetic gesture, "It was an accident!"

You gasped. "How many did you watch?!"

He looked away from you with pursed lips, trying to hold in the nervous smile, "Only a couple."

You whined, sitting up a little more and pushing away from him, "Minho, there's only 6 new episodes, how many did you watch?"

He closed his eyes and held up his fingers.

You gasped again, rather dramatically, "4?! You watched 4 episodes without me?!" You pouted, scooting away from him, "I can't believe you'd do that to me."

He looked at you, trying to reach for you to pull you back towards him. "Don't act like you haven't done it to me!" He countered with a laugh as you shoved his hands away. "The last drama we watched you watched almost the entire 2nd season without me."

You pouted harder, trying to cover up the fact that he was right, and you weren't really upset with him anyway. You'd watch 3 episodes without him, so we were pretty even.

You let out a surprised noise when he had pulled you back to him, getting you in his lap with a tight grip around your waist. "Minho!"

He just let out a low laugh, burying his face in your neck. "I know you watched a couple episodes, too, so hush."

You felt you face warm at his tone. You'd be caught. You weren't sure why you thought you'd get away without him knowing the truth to begin with, it was his account you watched the show on after all. Of course, he'd be able to see if you watch the show.

"Only 3. You still watched more than I did." You mumbled, pouting.

He picked his head up, giving you an incredulous look. "And you say I'm ridiculous ." He mumbled, dropping his face back to your neck, his lips just barely grazing your skin as he continued. "I'll rewatch the last one I saw, I don't care. It was a good one anyway."

You groaned, trying to push him away so you could sit back on the couch, but he wasn't letting go of you. In fact, he'd tighten his grip the more you moved around.

Finally, he hissed quietly, his hold tightening even more as you attempted to wiggle off his lap again. "Stop moving around."

His voice was low, muffled by your neck still but you heard him. You knew that tone. And it made your face flush, just like it always did.

"Problem, baby?" You asked lightly, grinning innocently down at him as he slowly peeked up to look at you, feeling him hardening under you.

His eyes were dark, and his pupils were slightly blown out as he huffed, "Nope." He said curtly. "But if you don't stop moving around, there will be."

You twirled a strand of his hair at the back of his head, "I don't think we have the same definition of what a problem is, love." You said lowly, grinning as you prepared to wiggle on his lap again.

It was like he could read your mind, or he just knew you too well. He roughly gripped your hips, holding them still. "Don't." He warned. "I don't want to have to stop once we start and we'll get interrupted by our food."

You let out a soft whine, feeling him getting harder, and pouted down at him, "You're gonna make me wait?"

"Trust me, it's more torture for me than it is for you." He answered, finally letting go of your waist, softly trailing his hand along the hem of your shorts. "You know how much I like these shorts. And the fact that you're wearing them with one of my shirts," He shook his head, "It's like you're trying to kill me, Jagiya."

You went to open your mouth but were interrupted by the a round of loud knocks going off on the front door. You wanted to whine again but your stomach silenced you with a growl as you got up to answer the door, thinking how quickly your food had gotten there.

You greeted the delivery guy with a quick bow before grabbing the bag of food from him, offering a soft smile as you thanked him before shutting the door as he quickly walked away.

You turned back to say something to Minho, only to find him standing right behind you with that God forsaken smirk on his lips.

Your breath hitched, the words caught in your throat as he gently took the bag from you and set it down on the table behind him without looking away from you.

Your eyes flickered between his as he closed to space between you both. "Min," You whispered, tilting your head to look up at him as he placed one hand on your hip and the other on the side of your neck. "W-what are you doing?"

That smirk never left as he looked down at you, his eyes roaming your face. "Well, our food's here, so I'm not making you wait." He answered lowly, dropping his head down to pull you into a heated kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his encircled your waist completely, "Up." He mumbled against your lips, tapping the back of your thigh once.

You didn't reply, just did as he said and wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his hands on the backs of your thighs as his lips found your neck. You threw your head back as a soft moan slipped past your lips, feeling Minho make his way through the dorm to his room.

His hands held you tightly as he pressed your body against the wall just inside his door, "Fuck, I missed you." He groaned, capturing your lips with his again.

You moaned as the feeling of his toned body pressed into yours, "Missed you too, baby."

Your hands roamed the expanse of his shoulders for a moment before you gripped his shirt as he moved you away from the wall, gently dropping you both to the bed finally and leaned over you, pulling back from kissing you as you moved to tug his shirt over his head.

You slowly dragged your nails down his chest, before you slid your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and tugged him back towards you as you sat up just enough to kiss him again, letting him push you back onto your back as he toyed with the waistband of your shorts for a moment.

"I do love these shorts, you know?" He mumbled, kissing down your neck as he ran his hand along your waist, under the shirt. "But right now, I think I'd rather see what's underneath them, yeah?" He smirked up at you.

Your heart was thrumming in your chest as you met his eyes and nodded without a word, lifting your hips to help him get them off. The way he was looking at you as he gently ran his hands down your legs, pressing kisses to your skin as he went, was enough to heat your whole body.

There was a tenderness in his movements that you'd been missing these last few months that he'd been gone, and it made your heart swell but also pulled a whine out of you. "Baby, please." You begged softly, meeting his eyes again.

He just smiled lovingly up at you as he slowly pulled your panties down your legs too, letting them fall to the floor with your shorts before he crawled back up your body, pushing your shirt up your chest as he went, until it was bunch up under your chin.

"What if I wanted to take my time with you tonight, Jagiya?" He asked teasingly, kissing a line up between your breasts, keeping his eyes on yours as he moved. "Show you just how much I missed you."

You lightly shook your head, "Take your time another night." You breathed out, feeling his breath ghost along your chest.

He let out a low chuckle, blowing gently on one of your perked nipples to hear you gasp. "Let me have a little fun tonight, baby."

You gave him a look, "What happened to not making me wait?"

He matched your look but shrugged as he moved to pull you into another kiss. "Fine, fine. But don't complain later when you're sore from what I'm about to do to you instead."

Your hands faltered on his waistband as you looked up at him. You knew if he said that, he meant it. You'd made that mistake months ago- well mistake isn't really the word for it. You don't regret that night, you just spent the next week, incredibly sore from how long it he'd kept you in bed and from every different way he'd had you in the bed.

You swallowed slowly, seeing him watch you, "I take it back." You said quickly, "Take your time. Please, take your time. I have way too much stuff to do this week to spend it sore."

You both laughed as he shook his head at you, "Think about your words before you say them next time, then." He joked.

You pouted, continuing your previous movement of getting his pants off, "Well, you're over here taking an eternity and I'd like for us to eat at some point tonight- while the food's still warm, at least."

He scoffed playfully as he moved to finish pulling his pants and boxers off, kicking them to the floor, "If you had given me like 5 more seconds before hounding me about it, I would've gotten to it, you know."

"Yeah huh." You rolled your eyes as you moved to pull your shirt over your head, but he stopped you, pulling your hands away from the hem of it.

"Keep it on. You know I love you in my clothes." He mumbled, leaning back over you for a quick kiss before he reached into the side table for a condom. "I'm still gonna take my time, by the way."

You let out a soft laugh as you moved up the bed a little more to get in a more comfortable position as he rolled the condom on. "If I have to reheat that food, Minho, I swear." You trailed off, smiling up at him.

Minho couldn't lie, he loved that even in a moment like this, with both of you naked- or mostly naked in your case, you could still tease each other like normal. It showed him just how much you really did love him, that you weren't afraid for things to feel normal even at your most intimate moments together.

He grinned down at you, gripping his length before he rubbed the tip along your folds, only to hear you let out a soft moan. "You swear what, Jagi? You'll just reheat the food and that's it." He said, leaning down to press his lips to yours as he slowly pushed inside you.

You moaned again, you were plenty wet with how turned on you already had been when you were just in his lap, and you were completely okay with nothing more than just him pounding into you. "Oh god, Min." You breathed out, tightly gripping his biceps as he stayed still for a moment after he bottomed out.

"You feel so good, Jagi." He dropped his head to your chest, waiting until you were ready.

"Move, please, baby." You whined, pulling his head up to yours for a bruising kiss.

"Your wish is my command, my love." He mumbled against your lips, setting a steady and moderately fast pace that had you moaning almost instantly.

"Fuck, you feel so good in me, baby." You moaned, throwing your head back into the mattress. "God, yes, just like that."

When Minho says he's going to take his time, he means that just as much as he means you'll be sore any other time. It wasn't the longest you've both lasted before, having not seen each other in 3 months made you both not want it to end but at the same time, you wanted to get that high that only you could give each other.

Breathing heavily, you ran your fingers through Minho's slightly damp hair as you both tried to catch your breaths as you came down from your orgasms. He had already thrown the condom away and helped clean you up but had collapsed back on you immediately after getting back to the bed, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your equally sweaty body.

"I love you." You whispered, smiling softly as he tilted his head up to look at you.

"And I love you." He replied without hesitation, moving just enough to plant a sweet kiss on your lips before he finally pulled himself away from you. "Come on, let's eat."

You couldn't help but giggle as he handed you your shorts and a new pair of underwear from one of his drawers. "Work up an appetite?" You joked as you both got dressed again.

He sent you a playful glare as he pulled his shirt over his head. "I'm the only one in this relationship who is allowed to say terrible puns. Thank you, very much." He shook his head, "That's my thing."

You laughed a little harder at that, but relented, "Fine, you're right. I’m sorry, forgive me." You grinned, walking around him to pull the door open.

"You know what? I don't think I will. You don't sound very sorry." He mumbled, following you back out into the living room, smacking your ass as you walked.

"Hey!" You shot a look over your shoulder at him and watching him just smirk and shrug as you grabbed the bag of food where he'd left it. "I'll be even less sorry if this food is cold." You joked, moving into the kitchen, slowly pulling all the containers out of the bag.

"Again with that? Just admit you had a good time and go." He rolled his eyes, helping you open the containers before he moved around you to get utensils and plates.

"Oh, it was a great time, but I'm not going anywhere." You grinned, "My amazing boyfriend bought me dinner and asked me to stay the night and I'd really like to sleep next to him for the first time in months."

He sighed contently, standing next to you again, "I wouldn't have let you leave anyway." He admitted, lightly knocking his shoulder into yours as he slid a plate and a set of utensils to you.

"I didn't think you would." You smiled. "Come on, let's get our food and curl up on the couch like you said we would."

Which is what you did. The rest of the night found you both, snuggled up together on the couch, under a blanket with a movie playing as you both slowly started to fall asleep with your arms wrapped around each other. Empty food containers littered the coffee table while the rest of the food had been put away after you guys piled what you wanted on your plates earlier- both of you too comfortable and content to suggest moving to Minho's bed for the night as you slowly, but surely fell asleep.

And that's exactly where the other three found you both when they got home a couple hours later. Innie had been laughing at something Felix had said as they walked through the door but was immediately shushed by Seungmin when his eyes landed on your sleeping figures, faces being illuminated by the tv as it played an older Marvel movie that you guys had started before you fell asleep only a few minutes into.

Felix awed softly, shutting the door as quietly as he could. "I know we're all happy to be home again after the tour, but I think Minho-hyung is the happiest."

Seungmin looked at him and nodded, "Yeah, he loved being on tour and seeing Stay and everything but it was easy to see how much he missed her."

Innie slowly made his way towards the kitchen, "I'm glad they have each other. Noona's exactly the kind of person I'd always pictured hyung to be with."

The other two followed Innie into the kitchen, soft agreements falling from their mouths.

Felix grinned, turning his head to look back at the couch, "I'm just happy that he's happy. Well- that they both are but you guys know what I mean." He looked back at both of them, moving to get a drink of water before he went to bed. "It's crazy that we've only known Noona for a year, though. She fits in with us so well that it feels like we've known her as long as he has."

Seungmin leaned on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and nodded. "I'm not really one for that sappy love stuff, you guys know that, but it's hard not to smile when they're together, you know? Like, she really does love him, and he really does love her, and you can see it and it's disgustingly cute but also, I kinda want that too. Eventually."

Innie and Felix agreed, nodding as they all started to go about their own things to get ready for bed and what not.

Innie turned and looked at Felix before he headed down the hall, "Should we wake them up? Hyung said that Noona has work in the morning and if she sleeps on the couch all night, she'll probably be sore."

Felix thought about it for a second then nodded, "I'll wake them up before I go to my room."

Innie nodded, "Okay. Night then, hyung."

"Night, Innie." Felix smiled, putting the water back in the fridge.

Seungmin had disappeared into his room a few minutes ago, saying goodnight as he walked away so Felix was sure he was already set for bed, so as he moved through the kitchen and living room, quietly grabbing the empty food containers and your guys' plates from the coffee table, he also made sure everything was off and locked for the night.

Finally, after making sure the living room was clean enough to be dealt with in the morning, he made his way back to the couch and softly grabbed Minho's shoulder, careful not to startle him too much.

"Hyung? Hey, hyung, it's pretty late. Maybe you and Noona should go to your room." He whispered, watching Minho peel his eyes open slowly.

Minho blinked a couple times, letting out a yawn before his eyes focused on Felix. "What time is it?"

Felix checked his phone, "A little after 1."

He nodded, looking down at your peaceful face and smiling unconsciously before he looked back at Felix and nodded, "Did you guys have a good time?" He asked softly, reaching to finally turn the TV off.

Felix stood back up and nodded, "Yeah, Channie-hyung decided to go with us, too. And Changbin-hyung ended up beating him at air hockey a couple times. It was great." He smiled, "You guys have a good night?"

Minho let out a sigh and nodded, dropping his head back onto the arm of the couch with a smile. "Yeah, I really missed her."

"I know, hyung." Felix smiled again, "Anyway, I'm gonna head to bed. See you in the morning though?"

Minho nodded, looking at Felix with a sleepy expression, "Yeah, night."

"Night."

Minho waited another moment or two, hearing Felix's door open and then shut down the hall before he looked back down at you and gently moved some of your hair from your face.

"Jagiya?" He whispered softly, "Let's go to bed."

You mumbled something, but your face was pressed into his chest so he couldn't make it out.

Didn't stop him from chuckling though. "I know, but you can't sleep on the couch all night."

You groaned but still didn't move. "Comfy." You muttered quietly.

Minho ran his hand through your hair, "You'll be even comfier in bed." He said softly, "Want me to carry you?"

You let out a soft sigh before opening your eyes and looking up at him, "No, it's okay." You tried to blink the sleepiness from your eyes as you slowly sat up, rubbing at your face as you yawned.

Minho leaned forward and kissed your forehead before slowly getting off the couch, holding his hand out for you to take. "Come on, let's get you back into bed."

You wrapped your fingers around his, pulling yourself from the softness of the couch, leaving the blanket in a messy pile where you'd been sitting and followed Minho down the dark hallway.

"Are the boys home?" You asked groggily, noticing their doors were all shut now.

Minho nodded, "Yeah, Yongbok's the one who woke me up."

You nodded, covering your mouth as another yawn escaped before your thighs made contact with the side of Minho's bed. Dropping his hand, you slowly crawled under the covers. "Hope they had fun." You mumbled, eyes already drooping closed again as your head hit the pillow.

Minho shut his bedroom door before making his way into the bed with you, pressing your back into his chest as he covered up too. "He said they did. You can ask him about it tomorrow."

You barely nodded, a thought popping into your head as you snuggled deeper into the sheets, "I will over breakfast."

"What about work? You know he doesn't get up until 9 or 10."

You sighed, feeling the sleepiness steadily clawing at you again, "Not working tomorrow." You answered, "I'm gonna bother you all day long." You grinned, feeling his wrap his arm around your waist.

"Nothing would make me happier." Minho mumbled back, snuggling closer to your back before sleep finally caught back up with both of you.

"He beat Chan how many times?!"

Minho slowly peeled his eyes open, hearing the sound of your voice as it was carried through the dorm along with your laugh that unconsciously brought a smile to his sleepy face.

He sat up, noticing the door to his room was cracked just barely, you had a habit of constantly checking on him when he slept in later than usual. Your side of the bed was cold, telling him that you'd probably been up for at least an hour but knowing you, you'd probably been awake since 7 and it was now closer to 10.

"-of course, I'm gonna say something to him about it!" You laughed again from down the hall, voice getting closer as your sock clad feet padded down the hallway towards the slightly opened door. "Chan knows I take every opportunity to make fun of him, he'll probably be expecting it."

Minho smiled the second your eyes met his, "Morning, Jagiya."

"Morning, baby." You grinned, quickly moving to all but tackle him back into the mattress, giggling as he held you tightly against him once he was on his back again. "How'd you sleep?"

He sighed sleepily, moving your hair from in front of your eyes, "With you next to me? Great. What about you?"

You made a face, tilting your head a little to the side, "I was worried that I'd gotten used to sleeping alone after all those months, but I'm happy to say that I didn't. I slept better last night than I have in a while." You nuzzled your face into his chest with a heavy sigh, "I really missed you, Minho."

He closed his eyes for a moment, weaving his fingers through your loose hair, "I missed you too, Jagi. I can't tell you how happy I am to be home with you again."

You hummed softly, pressing a quick kiss to his chest before picking your head back up to look at him, "We just finished making breakfast, if you're hungry. Lix wanted pancakes so I made some and some eggs and bacon."

He gave you a confused look, "When did we get eggs and bacon?"

You giggled, running your hands through his bedhead hair, "Innie and I went to the store first thing this morning. I wanted to treat my boys to a hearty breakfast this morning as a welcome home kinda thing."

Minho just looked at you with pure love and adoration as he grabbed your cheeks in both of his hands, "I love you." He whispered softly, sitting you both up before kissing you gently.

You hummed into the kiss, smiling after you both pulled away, "I love you, too."

You left him to get up a minute or so later, heading back into the living room and going straight for your cup of coffee. "Min'll be out in a minute, but if you guys are done eating you don't have to sit and wait."

Innie looked up from his phone, "We were gonna help put everything away."

You waved him off, "That's okay. I was just going to box up the rest and drop it off at the other dorm for them. Someone told Han I made pancakes." You cast a fake glare at the freckled boy, who tried to hide his face behind his switch.

"I didn't know it was supposed to be a secret." He smiled sheepishly.

You giggled, setting your coffee down, "It wasn't, Lix. I'm just kidding. Why do you think I made so much extra though? Han always whines that he never gets to eat my pancakes."

"He's the one who picked living at the other dorm." Minho said, coming into the kitchen and standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "He's lucky you're nice enough to take them food. I wouldn't."

You laughed, rolling your eyes, "That's such a lie and everyone knows it. Sometimes I feel like you love Han more than you love me and other times I feel like he's our son."

A look flashed in Minho's eyes for a split second at the thought of you guys having kids together eventually, before he kissed your cheek, "I could never love Hannie more than I love you." He said softly against your cheek, "But, as far as kids go, he's not a bad son, I guess."

You laughed, pushing Minho away from you, "You're an idiot. Go eat."

"If Han’s your son, what does that make the rest of us?" Felix asked, setting his switch down on the table and looking up at you and Minho.

"The real question is, how would Channie-hyung feel about losing one of his kids?" Seungmin joked from next to him.

"I'm sure Chan wouldn't care. He'd probably ask if we can adopt more of you from him." You answered, taking a sip of coffee.

Minho laughed as he plated up a little bit of everything, "That sounds about right, honestly. But I’d tell him no, Han’s enough trouble as it is.”

You giggled, “Oh come on, you wouldn’t want all the maknae’s?” You joked, looking at the three of them sitting in front of you both, “We’re practically their parents already.”

“I like to think of us more as the cool aunt and uncle,” Minho grinned, “Because when we get tired of them, we can always give them back to Channie-Hyung.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head, listening to the younger boys whine, “That’s mean, baby.” You told Minho, before you looked back at the boys, “I never get tired of you guys.”

Seungmin scoffed, shooting you a look as he grinned widely, “Come on, Noona, we know that’s not true. Don’t lie to us like that.”

You sent him a look, “I’m not lying to you!” You argued, laughing softly, “I don’t get tired of you three, I get tired of him.” You said, pointing your thumb at Minho.

“Yah! Come on, really?” He whined, making you all laugh. He gave you a look, tightly wrapping his arms around your body, “I’m a joy to be around, what do you mean you get tired of me?”

You couldn’t help but smile as he dropped his chin to your shoulder, “I’m kidding,” You met IN’s eyes and shook your head softly, mouthing, ‘I’m not’, which made him start laugh again.

Minho whined again, “You’re mean.”

“You love me.” You shot back at him, tilting your head up to glance at him.

He was smiling down at you already when your eyes met his, “Yeah, yeah I do.”

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Ohmygosh! Thank you so much 🥹🥹 I'm literally crying you're too sweet 😭 I will absolutely accept big hugs 🩵

Perfect. (M) l.mh

After months apart, you and Minho finally get to spend a little bit of time together and it's perfect.

Pairing: Idol!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Genre: Fluff Smut (18+ MDNI) Established Relationship Established friendship w/SKZ members.

Warnings: This story has smut, not overly descriptive but it is still there, so please, if you are not of age- meaning 18 or older- DO NOT INTERACT with this story. Protected sex, pet names (baby, jagiya, jagi) praise, teasing, cursing, mentions of food.

"Lee Know-hyung! Your girlfriend's here!" IN yelled, looking back through the dorm before he smiled at you again, moving aside so you could come in.

You let out a soft laugh, "Well, hello to you too, Innie."

He grinned somewhat shyly, heading back towards the couch after shutting the door, "Hi, Noona."

You looked around the dorm for a second, noticing that Innie was dressed to leave. You cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled, "Going somewhere?"

He nodded up at you, "Yeah, we're going to go eat and then probably to an arcade or something for a little bit."

You frowned, "You guys don't have to leave just because I came over, you know."

He smiled, shaking his head as Felix came down the hall. "We know. And we aren't, not really. We've been wanting to go to this new noddle place over by the company for a while and we thought tonight would be good because Lee Know-hyung doesn't want to go and we won't feel as bad leaving him by himself since you're here."

Felix grinned wide as he walked towards you, arms wide for his usual hello hug. "Noona!"

You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him as his slid around you as you looked back at Innie and nodded once. "Hi, Lixie. How's my favorite aussie?" You grinned.

He just laughed, hugging you a little tighter before he let go and stepped back. "I'm sure Channie-hyung is doing good. I'm great though."

You lightly shoved his shoulder, "You know I meant you! Chan's my second favorite aussie." You rolled your eyes before you saw Seungmin coming down the hallway with Minho slowly trailing behind him.

Seungmin smiled when his eyes landed on you, turning his attention from his conversations with Minho for the moment, "Hey, Noona. How are you?"

You smiled, offering a slight shrug, "I'm pretty good, Minnie, how are you?"

He nodded, "I'm good. Hungry and ready to go." He said, looking between Felix and Innie, "You guys ready? Changbin-hyung said he's on his way."

Minho silently made his way to your side, snaking his arms around your waist from behind you as he pressed a small kiss to your cheek, mumbling a soft hello in your ear. "I didn't know Changbin was going with you guys."

Felix looked at you both, "Oh, yeah. He's the one that said he wanted to go tonight. You guys are welcome to come too, you know. If you want to."

You turned and looked at the side of Minho's face, watching him make a face before looking at you, "Do you want to go?" He asked softly, his arms tightening around your waist just barely.

You smiled but shook your head, knowing he was hoping you'd say no, and turned to look at the others. "Thanks for the offer, Lix, but it's okay. Maybe next time though, yeah?"

He just smiled, "Okay. Yeah, that sounds good."

Seungmin looked over at you guys and smiled, "Changbin-hyung is here, you guys have a good date night. One of us will text you before we come home so you're not worried about us." He said, looking more at you than he did at Minho.

You smiled, "I wish I could say I won't be worried because Changbin's going with you guys, but I know how he is soo." You trailed off jokingly, giggling softly. "But thank you. You guys have fun and enjoy your food."

"Yeah, have a good time, boys." Minho looked at each of them, "Be safe, don't do anything stupid."

You scoffed, pushing back into his chest a little, "Minho." You shook your head as the boys all said their goodbyes and headed for the door.

"Tell Bin I said hi!" You yelled before Innie shut the door behind himself.

You sighed, relaxing in Minho's hold a little more as he dropped his chin to your shoulder.

"Hi." He whispered again, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

You giggled, feeling the tickle of his breath on your skin, "Hi."

"I missed you." He mumbled, spinning you around to face him, settling his hands on your hips as a smile graced his lips. "Feels like it's been forever since I saw you."

You smiled, slowly wrapping your arms around his shoulders before you cupped his cheek with one of your hands. "I missed you, too."

Truthfully, it had been almost 3 months since you guys had had any time together that wasn't over facetime. You'd been so busy with your job, and Minho had been busy with his own schedules- dance practices, recordings, video shoots and most importantly- getting home from their tour only a few days ago.

Today was supposed to be the first day off either of you had gotten that matched up with each other and he had been determined to spend it with you. Unfortunately, you'd had been called into work this morning to fix a few things, so Minho had to settle for just the rest of the night with you.

But, you had a surprise for him. He is also off tomorrow and now, you are too since you had to work today. So you were planning on spending the night at the dorm and then, not going to work in the morning like you had originally planned.

He just didn't know that part yet.

He grinned softly down at you, eyes slowly moving across your face, taking in your features that he already had memorized but that didn't stop him from trying to imprint them again and again, in his mind.

"I was thinking that we could order something and then curl up on the couch for a movie or two before we go to bed. I don't want to make you stay up too late since you have work in the morning." He frowned as he finished talking, hating that he'd have to let you leave early in the morning again, when all he wanted was to keep you next to him.

"That sounds great." You whispered, leaning up to connect your lips to his for the first time in weeks.

He hummed immediately into the kiss. The novelty of kissing you, even after over a year of you guys being together, still hadn't worn off and he loved every bit of it. Your lips were always soft against his, and the familiar strawberry scent of your chapstick never failed to make him think of your first kiss in the park the night he confessed his feelings for you. He held you close, fingers slightly digging into your hips as he pulled you closer, hearing you let out a soft sound as his tongue met yours in your mouth.

He was intimately familiar with the sounds you made and yet, each time he heard the soft whimpers or whines come from you, his whole body felt like it was on fire. He loved the way you sounded- so vulnerable, so responsive to his movements and motions and you knew what it did to him.

He pulled away slowly, pecking your lips once before letting out a low chuckle as he gazed down at your slightly flushed cheeks, his hand coming up to cup your face. "Why don't you go put your stuff in my room and I'll start ordering us food, yeah?"

You nodded, finally peering up at his eyes as you leaned into his palm with a dazed smile. "You know my favorites for everywhere we eat so just pick somewhere, I'm not picky."

He nodded, kissing your nose before you broke away from each other and you grabbed your bag from the table where you'd put it when you got here and headed down the hall to his room.

You'd obviously been over more times than you could count since meeting the boys, and you could probably navigate both dorms with your eyes closed at this point.

You quickly made it into Minho's room and dropped your bag onto the foot of the bed before you rummaged through it for your change of clothes for the night.

You made quick work of your work clothes, having come over straight from work, and pulled on your pajamas; a cute pair of powder pink shorts and one of Minho's shirts you'd stolen forever ago. You grabbed your pair of slippers from his closet and after pulling your hair up and out of your face, you headed back out into the living room, finding Minho sat in the center of the couch with his phone in his hand, ordering from your favorite restaurant.

He turned and looked up at you before you sat down, a lazy smile pulling at his lips as he took in your outfit before he patted the cushion next to him and beckoned you to sit down.

You quickly curled up next to him, leaning into his side as he wound his arm around your shoulders, tilting his phone towards you so you could see what he was getting- all your favorites, like he was ready to feed an army.

"Want anything else?" He asked, glancing at your face.

You peered up at him, a teasing smile on your lips, "Are you trying to buy the whole restaurant?" You joked, letting out a laugh, "Why do you have so much food selected?"

He shrugged, "I figured you could take something to work tomorrow for lunch, too." He admitted with his usual smirk, "I gotta make sure my Jagiya is fed and happy."

You rolled your eyes, even as the wide smile pulled at your lips, "You're ridiculous, you know?"

He nodded, kissing your cheek, "Absolutely. And you love me for it." He mumbled, kissing the corner of your mouth this time, "Now, do you want anything else?" He asked again, pulling back with what he wanted to be a serious look.

You laughed, but shook your head, "No, you got everything I could want already."

He didn't say anything before finishing the order and setting his phone down on the coffee table. "What do you wanna watch tonight? Action, horror, comedy, drama, animation? You name it."

You giggled but didn't say anything as you watched him scroll through different genres for the next few minutes. Eventually you grinned, taking the remote from him and quickly searched for the drama you were in the middle of watching together. "I've been dying to watch the new episodes, but I've been waiting until we could watch them together."

He made a noise and nodded slightly, "Yeah.... me too." He said slowly.

You stopped clicking and looked at him, "Lee Minho, you better not have been watching it without me." You whined, shoving his leg.

He made an apologetic gesture, "It was an accident!"

You gasped. "How many did you watch?!"

He looked away from you with pursed lips, trying to hold in the nervous smile, "Only a couple."

You whined, sitting up a little more and pushing away from him, "Minho, there's only 6 new episodes, how many did you watch?"

He closed his eyes and held up his fingers.

You gasped again, rather dramatically, "4?! You watched 4 episodes without me?!" You pouted, scooting away from him, "I can't believe you'd do that to me."

He looked at you, trying to reach for you to pull you back towards him. "Don't act like you haven't done it to me!" He countered with a laugh as you shoved his hands away. "The last drama we watched you watched almost the entire 2nd season without me."

You pouted harder, trying to cover up the fact that he was right, and you weren't really upset with him anyway. You'd watch 3 episodes without him, so we were pretty even.

You let out a surprised noise when he had pulled you back to him, getting you in his lap with a tight grip around your waist. "Minho!"

He just let out a low laugh, burying his face in your neck. "I know you watched a couple episodes, too, so hush."

You felt you face warm at his tone. You'd be caught. You weren't sure why you thought you'd get away without him knowing the truth to begin with, it was his account you watched the show on after all. Of course, he'd be able to see if you watch the show.

"Only 3. You still watched more than I did." You mumbled, pouting.

He picked his head up, giving you an incredulous look. "And you say I'm ridiculous ." He mumbled, dropping his face back to your neck, his lips just barely grazing your skin as he continued. "I'll rewatch the last one I saw, I don't care. It was a good one anyway."

You groaned, trying to push him away so you could sit back on the couch, but he wasn't letting go of you. In fact, he'd tighten his grip the more you moved around.

Finally, he hissed quietly, his hold tightening even more as you attempted to wiggle off his lap again. "Stop moving around."

His voice was low, muffled by your neck still but you heard him. You knew that tone. And it made your face flush, just like it always did.

"Problem, baby?" You asked lightly, grinning innocently down at him as he slowly peeked up to look at you, feeling him hardening under you.

His eyes were dark, and his pupils were slightly blown out as he huffed, "Nope." He said curtly. "But if you don't stop moving around, there will be."

You twirled a strand of his hair at the back of his head, "I don't think we have the same definition of what a problem is, love." You said lowly, grinning as you prepared to wiggle on his lap again.

It was like he could read your mind, or he just knew you too well. He roughly gripped your hips, holding them still. "Don't." He warned. "I don't want to have to stop once we start and we'll get interrupted by our food."

You let out a soft whine, feeling him getting harder, and pouted down at him, "You're gonna make me wait?"

"Trust me, it's more torture for me than it is for you." He answered, finally letting go of your waist, softly trailing his hand along the hem of your shorts. "You know how much I like these shorts. And the fact that you're wearing them with one of my shirts," He shook his head, "It's like you're trying to kill me, Jagiya."

You went to open your mouth but were interrupted by the a round of loud knocks going off on the front door. You wanted to whine again but your stomach silenced you with a growl as you got up to answer the door, thinking how quickly your food had gotten there.

You greeted the delivery guy with a quick bow before grabbing the bag of food from him, offering a soft smile as you thanked him before shutting the door as he quickly walked away.

You turned back to say something to Minho, only to find him standing right behind you with that God forsaken smirk on his lips.

Your breath hitched, the words caught in your throat as he gently took the bag from you and set it down on the table behind him without looking away from you.

Your eyes flickered between his as he closed to space between you both. "Min," You whispered, tilting your head to look up at him as he placed one hand on your hip and the other on the side of your neck. "W-what are you doing?"

That smirk never left as he looked down at you, his eyes roaming your face. "Well, our food's here, so I'm not making you wait." He answered lowly, dropping his head down to pull you into a heated kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his encircled your waist completely, "Up." He mumbled against your lips, tapping the back of your thigh once.

You didn't reply, just did as he said and wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his hands on the backs of your thighs as his lips found your neck. You threw your head back as a soft moan slipped past your lips, feeling Minho make his way through the dorm to his room.

His hands held you tightly as he pressed your body against the wall just inside his door, "Fuck, I missed you." He groaned, capturing your lips with his again.

You moaned as the feeling of his toned body pressed into yours, "Missed you too, baby."

Your hands roamed the expanse of his shoulders for a moment before you gripped his shirt as he moved you away from the wall, gently dropping you both to the bed finally and leaned over you, pulling back from kissing you as you moved to tug his shirt over his head.

You slowly dragged your nails down his chest, before you slid your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and tugged him back towards you as you sat up just enough to kiss him again, letting him push you back onto your back as he toyed with the waistband of your shorts for a moment.

"I do love these shorts, you know?" He mumbled, kissing down your neck as he ran his hand along your waist, under the shirt. "But right now, I think I'd rather see what's underneath them, yeah?" He smirked up at you.

Your heart was thrumming in your chest as you met his eyes and nodded without a word, lifting your hips to help him get them off. The way he was looking at you as he gently ran his hands down your legs, pressing kisses to your skin as he went, was enough to heat your whole body.

There was a tenderness in his movements that you'd been missing these last few months that he'd been gone, and it made your heart swell but also pulled a whine out of you. "Baby, please." You begged softly, meeting his eyes again.

He just smiled lovingly up at you as he slowly pulled your panties down your legs too, letting them fall to the floor with your shorts before he crawled back up your body, pushing your shirt up your chest as he went, until it was bunch up under your chin.

"What if I wanted to take my time with you tonight, Jagiya?" He asked teasingly, kissing a line up between your breasts, keeping his eyes on yours as he moved. "Show you just how much I missed you."

You lightly shook your head, "Take your time another night." You breathed out, feeling his breath ghost along your chest.

He let out a low chuckle, blowing gently on one of your perked nipples to hear you gasp. "Let me have a little fun tonight, baby."

You gave him a look, "What happened to not making me wait?"

He matched your look but shrugged as he moved to pull you into another kiss. "Fine, fine. But don't complain later when you're sore from what I'm about to do to you instead."

Your hands faltered on his waistband as you looked up at him. You knew if he said that, he meant it. You'd made that mistake months ago- well mistake isn't really the word for it. You don't regret that night, you just spent the next week, incredibly sore from how long it he'd kept you in bed and from every different way he'd had you in the bed.

You swallowed slowly, seeing him watch you, "I take it back." You said quickly, "Take your time. Please, take your time. I have way too much stuff to do this week to spend it sore."

You both laughed as he shook his head at you, "Think about your words before you say them next time, then." He joked.

You pouted, continuing your previous movement of getting his pants off, "Well, you're over here taking an eternity and I'd like for us to eat at some point tonight- while the food's still warm, at least."

He scoffed playfully as he moved to finish pulling his pants and boxers off, kicking them to the floor, "If you had given me like 5 more seconds before hounding me about it, I would've gotten to it, you know."

"Yeah huh." You rolled your eyes as you moved to pull your shirt over your head, but he stopped you, pulling your hands away from the hem of it.

"Keep it on. You know I love you in my clothes." He mumbled, leaning back over you for a quick kiss before he reached into the side table for a condom. "I'm still gonna take my time, by the way."

You let out a soft laugh as you moved up the bed a little more to get in a more comfortable position as he rolled the condom on. "If I have to reheat that food, Minho, I swear." You trailed off, smiling up at him.

Minho couldn't lie, he loved that even in a moment like this, with both of you naked- or mostly naked in your case, you could still tease each other like normal. It showed him just how much you really did love him, that you weren't afraid for things to feel normal even at your most intimate moments together.

He grinned down at you, gripping his length before he rubbed the tip along your folds, only to hear you let out a soft moan. "You swear what, Jagi? You'll just reheat the food and that's it." He said, leaning down to press his lips to yours as he slowly pushed inside you.

You moaned again, you were plenty wet with how turned on you already had been when you were just in his lap, and you were completely okay with nothing more than just him pounding into you. "Oh god, Min." You breathed out, tightly gripping his biceps as he stayed still for a moment after he bottomed out.

"You feel so good, Jagi." He dropped his head to your chest, waiting until you were ready.

"Move, please, baby." You whined, pulling his head up to yours for a bruising kiss.

"Your wish is my command, my love." He mumbled against your lips, setting a steady and moderately fast pace that had you moaning almost instantly.

"Fuck, you feel so good in me, baby." You moaned, throwing your head back into the mattress. "God, yes, just like that."

When Minho says he's going to take his time, he means that just as much as he means you'll be sore any other time. It wasn't the longest you've both lasted before, having not seen each other in 3 months made you both not want it to end but at the same time, you wanted to get that high that only you could give each other.

Breathing heavily, you ran your fingers through Minho's slightly damp hair as you both tried to catch your breaths as you came down from your orgasms. He had already thrown the condom away and helped clean you up but had collapsed back on you immediately after getting back to the bed, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your equally sweaty body.

"I love you." You whispered, smiling softly as he tilted his head up to look at you.

"And I love you." He replied without hesitation, moving just enough to plant a sweet kiss on your lips before he finally pulled himself away from you. "Come on, let's eat."

You couldn't help but giggle as he handed you your shorts and a new pair of underwear from one of his drawers. "Work up an appetite?" You joked as you both got dressed again.

He sent you a playful glare as he pulled his shirt over his head. "I'm the only one in this relationship who is allowed to say terrible puns. Thank you, very much." He shook his head, "That's my thing."

You laughed a little harder at that, but relented, "Fine, you're right. I’m sorry, forgive me." You grinned, walking around him to pull the door open.

"You know what? I don't think I will. You don't sound very sorry." He mumbled, following you back out into the living room, smacking your ass as you walked.

"Hey!" You shot a look over your shoulder at him and watching him just smirk and shrug as you grabbed the bag of food where he'd left it. "I'll be even less sorry if this food is cold." You joked, moving into the kitchen, slowly pulling all the containers out of the bag.

"Again with that? Just admit you had a good time and go." He rolled his eyes, helping you open the containers before he moved around you to get utensils and plates.

"Oh, it was a great time, but I'm not going anywhere." You grinned, "My amazing boyfriend bought me dinner and asked me to stay the night and I'd really like to sleep next to him for the first time in months."

He sighed contently, standing next to you again, "I wouldn't have let you leave anyway." He admitted, lightly knocking his shoulder into yours as he slid a plate and a set of utensils to you.

"I didn't think you would." You smiled. "Come on, let's get our food and curl up on the couch like you said we would."

Which is what you did. The rest of the night found you both, snuggled up together on the couch, under a blanket with a movie playing as you both slowly started to fall asleep with your arms wrapped around each other. Empty food containers littered the coffee table while the rest of the food had been put away after you guys piled what you wanted on your plates earlier- both of you too comfortable and content to suggest moving to Minho's bed for the night as you slowly, but surely fell asleep.

And that's exactly where the other three found you both when they got home a couple hours later. Innie had been laughing at something Felix had said as they walked through the door but was immediately shushed by Seungmin when his eyes landed on your sleeping figures, faces being illuminated by the tv as it played an older Marvel movie that you guys had started before you fell asleep only a few minutes into.

Felix awed softly, shutting the door as quietly as he could. "I know we're all happy to be home again after the tour, but I think Minho-hyung is the happiest."

Seungmin looked at him and nodded, "Yeah, he loved being on tour and seeing Stay and everything but it was easy to see how much he missed her."

Innie slowly made his way towards the kitchen, "I'm glad they have each other. Noona's exactly the kind of person I'd always pictured hyung to be with."

The other two followed Innie into the kitchen, soft agreements falling from their mouths.

Felix grinned, turning his head to look back at the couch, "I'm just happy that he's happy. Well- that they both are but you guys know what I mean." He looked back at both of them, moving to get a drink of water before he went to bed. "It's crazy that we've only known Noona for a year, though. She fits in with us so well that it feels like we've known her as long as he has."

Seungmin leaned on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and nodded. "I'm not really one for that sappy love stuff, you guys know that, but it's hard not to smile when they're together, you know? Like, she really does love him, and he really does love her, and you can see it and it's disgustingly cute but also, I kinda want that too. Eventually."

Innie and Felix agreed, nodding as they all started to go about their own things to get ready for bed and what not.

Innie turned and looked at Felix before he headed down the hall, "Should we wake them up? Hyung said that Noona has work in the morning and if she sleeps on the couch all night, she'll probably be sore."

Felix thought about it for a second then nodded, "I'll wake them up before I go to my room."

Innie nodded, "Okay. Night then, hyung."

"Night, Innie." Felix smiled, putting the water back in the fridge.

Seungmin had disappeared into his room a few minutes ago, saying goodnight as he walked away so Felix was sure he was already set for bed, so as he moved through the kitchen and living room, quietly grabbing the empty food containers and your guys' plates from the coffee table, he also made sure everything was off and locked for the night.

Finally, after making sure the living room was clean enough to be dealt with in the morning, he made his way back to the couch and softly grabbed Minho's shoulder, careful not to startle him too much.

"Hyung? Hey, hyung, it's pretty late. Maybe you and Noona should go to your room." He whispered, watching Minho peel his eyes open slowly.

Minho blinked a couple times, letting out a yawn before his eyes focused on Felix. "What time is it?"

Felix checked his phone, "A little after 1."

He nodded, looking down at your peaceful face and smiling unconsciously before he looked back at Felix and nodded, "Did you guys have a good time?" He asked softly, reaching to finally turn the TV off.

Felix stood back up and nodded, "Yeah, Channie-hyung decided to go with us, too. And Changbin-hyung ended up beating him at air hockey a couple times. It was great." He smiled, "You guys have a good night?"

Minho let out a sigh and nodded, dropping his head back onto the arm of the couch with a smile. "Yeah, I really missed her."

"I know, hyung." Felix smiled again, "Anyway, I'm gonna head to bed. See you in the morning though?"

Minho nodded, looking at Felix with a sleepy expression, "Yeah, night."

"Night."

Minho waited another moment or two, hearing Felix's door open and then shut down the hall before he looked back down at you and gently moved some of your hair from your face.

"Jagiya?" He whispered softly, "Let's go to bed."

You mumbled something, but your face was pressed into his chest so he couldn't make it out.

Didn't stop him from chuckling though. "I know, but you can't sleep on the couch all night."

You groaned but still didn't move. "Comfy." You muttered quietly.

Minho ran his hand through your hair, "You'll be even comfier in bed." He said softly, "Want me to carry you?"

You let out a soft sigh before opening your eyes and looking up at him, "No, it's okay." You tried to blink the sleepiness from your eyes as you slowly sat up, rubbing at your face as you yawned.

Minho leaned forward and kissed your forehead before slowly getting off the couch, holding his hand out for you to take. "Come on, let's get you back into bed."

You wrapped your fingers around his, pulling yourself from the softness of the couch, leaving the blanket in a messy pile where you'd been sitting and followed Minho down the dark hallway.

"Are the boys home?" You asked groggily, noticing their doors were all shut now.

Minho nodded, "Yeah, Yongbok's the one who woke me up."

You nodded, covering your mouth as another yawn escaped before your thighs made contact with the side of Minho's bed. Dropping his hand, you slowly crawled under the covers. "Hope they had fun." You mumbled, eyes already drooping closed again as your head hit the pillow.

Minho shut his bedroom door before making his way into the bed with you, pressing your back into his chest as he covered up too. "He said they did. You can ask him about it tomorrow."

You barely nodded, a thought popping into your head as you snuggled deeper into the sheets, "I will over breakfast."

"What about work? You know he doesn't get up until 9 or 10."

You sighed, feeling the sleepiness steadily clawing at you again, "Not working tomorrow." You answered, "I'm gonna bother you all day long." You grinned, feeling his wrap his arm around your waist.

"Nothing would make me happier." Minho mumbled back, snuggling closer to your back before sleep finally caught back up with both of you.

"He beat Chan how many times?!"

Minho slowly peeled his eyes open, hearing the sound of your voice as it was carried through the dorm along with your laugh that unconsciously brought a smile to his sleepy face.

He sat up, noticing the door to his room was cracked just barely, you had a habit of constantly checking on him when he slept in later than usual. Your side of the bed was cold, telling him that you'd probably been up for at least an hour but knowing you, you'd probably been awake since 7 and it was now closer to 10.

"-of course, I'm gonna say something to him about it!" You laughed again from down the hall, voice getting closer as your sock clad feet padded down the hallway towards the slightly opened door. "Chan knows I take every opportunity to make fun of him, he'll probably be expecting it."

Minho smiled the second your eyes met his, "Morning, Jagiya."

"Morning, baby." You grinned, quickly moving to all but tackle him back into the mattress, giggling as he held you tightly against him once he was on his back again. "How'd you sleep?"

He sighed sleepily, moving your hair from in front of your eyes, "With you next to me? Great. What about you?"

You made a face, tilting your head a little to the side, "I was worried that I'd gotten used to sleeping alone after all those months, but I'm happy to say that I didn't. I slept better last night than I have in a while." You nuzzled your face into his chest with a heavy sigh, "I really missed you, Minho."

He closed his eyes for a moment, weaving his fingers through your loose hair, "I missed you too, Jagi. I can't tell you how happy I am to be home with you again."

You hummed softly, pressing a quick kiss to his chest before picking your head back up to look at him, "We just finished making breakfast, if you're hungry. Lix wanted pancakes so I made some and some eggs and bacon."

He gave you a confused look, "When did we get eggs and bacon?"

You giggled, running your hands through his bedhead hair, "Innie and I went to the store first thing this morning. I wanted to treat my boys to a hearty breakfast this morning as a welcome home kinda thing."

Minho just looked at you with pure love and adoration as he grabbed your cheeks in both of his hands, "I love you." He whispered softly, sitting you both up before kissing you gently.

You hummed into the kiss, smiling after you both pulled away, "I love you, too."

You left him to get up a minute or so later, heading back into the living room and going straight for your cup of coffee. "Min'll be out in a minute, but if you guys are done eating you don't have to sit and wait."

Innie looked up from his phone, "We were gonna help put everything away."

You waved him off, "That's okay. I was just going to box up the rest and drop it off at the other dorm for them. Someone told Han I made pancakes." You cast a fake glare at the freckled boy, who tried to hide his face behind his switch.

"I didn't know it was supposed to be a secret." He smiled sheepishly.

You giggled, setting your coffee down, "It wasn't, Lix. I'm just kidding. Why do you think I made so much extra though? Han always whines that he never gets to eat my pancakes."

"He's the one who picked living at the other dorm." Minho said, coming into the kitchen and standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "He's lucky you're nice enough to take them food. I wouldn't."

You laughed, rolling your eyes, "That's such a lie and everyone knows it. Sometimes I feel like you love Han more than you love me and other times I feel like he's our son."

A look flashed in Minho's eyes for a split second at the thought of you guys having kids together eventually, before he kissed your cheek, "I could never love Hannie more than I love you." He said softly against your cheek, "But, as far as kids go, he's not a bad son, I guess."

You laughed, pushing Minho away from you, "You're an idiot. Go eat."

"If Han’s your son, what does that make the rest of us?" Felix asked, setting his switch down on the table and looking up at you and Minho.

"The real question is, how would Channie-hyung feel about losing one of his kids?" Seungmin joked from next to him.

"I'm sure Chan wouldn't care. He'd probably ask if we can adopt more of you from him." You answered, taking a sip of coffee.

Minho laughed as he plated up a little bit of everything, "That sounds about right, honestly. But I’d tell him no, Han’s enough trouble as it is.”

You giggled, “Oh come on, you wouldn’t want all the maknae’s?” You joked, looking at the three of them sitting in front of you both, “We’re practically their parents already.”

“I like to think of us more as the cool aunt and uncle,” Minho grinned, “Because when we get tired of them, we can always give them back to Channie-Hyung.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head, listening to the younger boys whine, “That’s mean, baby.” You told Minho, before you looked back at the boys, “I never get tired of you guys.”

Seungmin scoffed, shooting you a look as he grinned widely, “Come on, Noona, we know that’s not true. Don’t lie to us like that.”

You sent him a look, “I’m not lying to you!” You argued, laughing softly, “I don’t get tired of you three, I get tired of him.” You said, pointing your thumb at Minho.

“Yah! Come on, really?” He whined, making you all laugh. He gave you a look, tightly wrapping his arms around your body, “I’m a joy to be around, what do you mean you get tired of me?”

You couldn’t help but smile as he dropped his chin to your shoulder, “I’m kidding,” You met IN’s eyes and shook your head softly, mouthing, ‘I’m not’, which made him start laugh again.

Minho whined again, “You’re mean.”

“You love me.” You shot back at him, tilting your head up to glance at him.

He was smiling down at you already when your eyes met his, “Yeah, yeah I do.”

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Perfect. (M) l.mh

After months apart, you and Minho finally get to spend a little bit of time together and it's perfect.

Pairing: Idol!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Genre: Fluff Smut (18+ MDNI) Established Relationship Established friendship w/SKZ members.

Warnings: This story has smut, not overly descriptive but it is still there, so please, if you are not of age- meaning 18 or older- DO NOT INTERACT with this story. Protected sex, pet names (baby, jagiya, jagi) praise, teasing, cursing, mentions of food.

"Lee Know-hyung! Your girlfriend's here!" IN yelled, looking back through the dorm before he smiled at you again, moving aside so you could come in.

You let out a soft laugh, "Well, hello to you too, Innie."

He grinned somewhat shyly, heading back towards the couch after shutting the door, "Hi, Noona."

You looked around the dorm for a second, noticing that Innie was dressed to leave. You cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled, "Going somewhere?"

He nodded up at you, "Yeah, we're going to go eat and then probably to an arcade or something for a little bit."

You frowned, "You guys don't have to leave just because I came over, you know."

He smiled, shaking his head as Felix came down the hall. "We know. And we aren't, not really. We've been wanting to go to this new noddle place over by the company for a while and we thought tonight would be good because Lee Know-hyung doesn't want to go and we won't feel as bad leaving him by himself since you're here."

Felix grinned wide as he walked towards you, arms wide for his usual hello hug. "Noona!"

You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him as his slid around you as you looked back at Innie and nodded once. "Hi, Lixie. How's my favorite aussie?" You grinned.

He just laughed, hugging you a little tighter before he let go and stepped back. "I'm sure Channie-hyung is doing good. I'm great though."

You lightly shoved his shoulder, "You know I meant you! Chan's my second favorite aussie." You rolled your eyes before you saw Seungmin coming down the hallway with Minho slowly trailing behind him.

Seungmin smiled when his eyes landed on you, turning his attention from his conversations with Minho for the moment, "Hey, Noona. How are you?"

You smiled, offering a slight shrug, "I'm pretty good, Minnie, how are you?"

He nodded, "I'm good. Hungry and ready to go." He said, looking between Felix and Innie, "You guys ready? Changbin-hyung said he's on his way."

Minho silently made his way to your side, snaking his arms around your waist from behind you as he pressed a small kiss to your cheek, mumbling a soft hello in your ear. "I didn't know Changbin was going with you guys."

Felix looked at you both, "Oh, yeah. He's the one that said he wanted to go tonight. You guys are welcome to come too, you know. If you want to."

You turned and looked at the side of Minho's face, watching him make a face before looking at you, "Do you want to go?" He asked softly, his arms tightening around your waist just barely.

You smiled but shook your head, knowing he was hoping you'd say no, and turned to look at the others. "Thanks for the offer, Lix, but it's okay. Maybe next time though, yeah?"

He just smiled, "Okay. Yeah, that sounds good."

Seungmin looked over at you guys and smiled, "Changbin-hyung is here, you guys have a good date night. One of us will text you before we come home so you're not worried about us." He said, looking more at you than he did at Minho.

You smiled, "I wish I could say I won't be worried because Changbin's going with you guys, but I know how he is soo." You trailed off jokingly, giggling softly. "But thank you. You guys have fun and enjoy your food."

"Yeah, have a good time, boys." Minho looked at each of them, "Be safe, don't do anything stupid."

You scoffed, pushing back into his chest a little, "Minho." You shook your head as the boys all said their goodbyes and headed for the door.

"Tell Bin I said hi!" You yelled before Innie shut the door behind himself.

You sighed, relaxing in Minho's hold a little more as he dropped his chin to your shoulder.

"Hi." He whispered again, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

You giggled, feeling the tickle of his breath on your skin, "Hi."

"I missed you." He mumbled, spinning you around to face him, settling his hands on your hips as a smile graced his lips. "Feels like it's been forever since I saw you."

You smiled, slowly wrapping your arms around his shoulders before you cupped his cheek with one of your hands. "I missed you, too."

Truthfully, it had been almost 3 months since you guys had had any time together that wasn't over facetime. You'd been so busy with your job, and Minho had been busy with his own schedules- dance practices, recordings, video shoots and most importantly- getting home from their tour only a few days ago.

Today was supposed to be the first day off either of you had gotten that matched up with each other and he had been determined to spend it with you. Unfortunately, you'd had been called into work this morning to fix a few things, so Minho had to settle for just the rest of the night with you.

But, you had a surprise for him. He is also off tomorrow and now, you are too since you had to work today. So you were planning on spending the night at the dorm and then, not going to work in the morning like you had originally planned.

He just didn't know that part yet.

He grinned softly down at you, eyes slowly moving across your face, taking in your features that he already had memorized but that didn't stop him from trying to imprint them again and again, in his mind.

"I was thinking that we could order something and then curl up on the couch for a movie or two before we go to bed. I don't want to make you stay up too late since you have work in the morning." He frowned as he finished talking, hating that he'd have to let you leave early in the morning again, when all he wanted was to keep you next to him.

"That sounds great." You whispered, leaning up to connect your lips to his for the first time in weeks.

He hummed immediately into the kiss. The novelty of kissing you, even after over a year of you guys being together, still hadn't worn off and he loved every bit of it. Your lips were always soft against his, and the familiar strawberry scent of your chapstick never failed to make him think of your first kiss in the park the night he confessed his feelings for you. He held you close, fingers slightly digging into your hips as he pulled you closer, hearing you let out a soft sound as his tongue met yours in your mouth.

He was intimately familiar with the sounds you made and yet, each time he heard the soft whimpers or whines come from you, his whole body felt like it was on fire. He loved the way you sounded- so vulnerable, so responsive to his movements and motions and you knew what it did to him.

He pulled away slowly, pecking your lips once before letting out a low chuckle as he gazed down at your slightly flushed cheeks, his hand coming up to cup your face. "Why don't you go put your stuff in my room and I'll start ordering us food, yeah?"

You nodded, finally peering up at his eyes as you leaned into his palm with a dazed smile. "You know my favorites for everywhere we eat so just pick somewhere, I'm not picky."

He nodded, kissing your nose before you broke away from each other and you grabbed your bag from the table where you'd put it when you got here and headed down the hall to his room.

You'd obviously been over more times than you could count since meeting the boys, and you could probably navigate both dorms with your eyes closed at this point.

You quickly made it into Minho's room and dropped your bag onto the foot of the bed before you rummaged through it for your change of clothes for the night.

You made quick work of your work clothes, having come over straight from work, and pulled on your pajamas; a cute pair of powder pink shorts and one of Minho's shirts you'd stolen forever ago. You grabbed your pair of slippers from his closet and after pulling your hair up and out of your face, you headed back out into the living room, finding Minho sat in the center of the couch with his phone in his hand, ordering from your favorite restaurant.

He turned and looked up at you before you sat down, a lazy smile pulling at his lips as he took in your outfit before he patted the cushion next to him and beckoned you to sit down.

You quickly curled up next to him, leaning into his side as he wound his arm around your shoulders, tilting his phone towards you so you could see what he was getting- all your favorites, like he was ready to feed an army.

"Want anything else?" He asked, glancing at your face.

You peered up at him, a teasing smile on your lips, "Are you trying to buy the whole restaurant?" You joked, letting out a laugh, "Why do you have so much food selected?"

He shrugged, "I figured you could take something to work tomorrow for lunch, too." He admitted with his usual smirk, "I gotta make sure my Jagiya is fed and happy."

You rolled your eyes, even as the wide smile pulled at your lips, "You're ridiculous, you know?"

He nodded, kissing your cheek, "Absolutely. And you love me for it." He mumbled, kissing the corner of your mouth this time, "Now, do you want anything else?" He asked again, pulling back with what he wanted to be a serious look.

You laughed, but shook your head, "No, you got everything I could want already."

He didn't say anything before finishing the order and setting his phone down on the coffee table. "What do you wanna watch tonight? Action, horror, comedy, drama, animation? You name it."

You giggled but didn't say anything as you watched him scroll through different genres for the next few minutes. Eventually you grinned, taking the remote from him and quickly searched for the drama you were in the middle of watching together. "I've been dying to watch the new episodes, but I've been waiting until we could watch them together."

He made a noise and nodded slightly, "Yeah.... me too." He said slowly.

You stopped clicking and looked at him, "Lee Minho, you better not have been watching it without me." You whined, shoving his leg.

He made an apologetic gesture, "It was an accident!"

You gasped. "How many did you watch?!"

He looked away from you with pursed lips, trying to hold in the nervous smile, "Only a couple."

You whined, sitting up a little more and pushing away from him, "Minho, there's only 6 new episodes, how many did you watch?"

He closed his eyes and held up his fingers.

You gasped again, rather dramatically, "4?! You watched 4 episodes without me?!" You pouted, scooting away from him, "I can't believe you'd do that to me."

He looked at you, trying to reach for you to pull you back towards him. "Don't act like you haven't done it to me!" He countered with a laugh as you shoved his hands away. "The last drama we watched you watched almost the entire 2nd season without me."

You pouted harder, trying to cover up the fact that he was right, and you weren't really upset with him anyway. You'd watched 3 episodes without him, so you were pretty even.

You let out a surprised noise when he had pulled you back to him, getting you in his lap with a tight grip around your waist. "Minho!"

He just let out a low laugh, burying his face in your neck. "I know you watched a couple episodes, too, so hush."

You felt you face warm at his tone. You'd be caught. You weren't sure why you thought you'd get away without him knowing the truth to begin with, it was his account you watched the show on after all. Of course, he'd be able to see if you watch the show.

"Only 3. You still watched more than I did." You mumbled, pouting.

He picked his head up, giving you an incredulous look. "And you say I'm ridiculous ." He mumbled, dropping his face back to your neck, his lips just barely grazing your skin as he continued. "I'll rewatch the last one I saw, I don't care. It was a good one anyway."

You groaned, trying to push him away so you could sit back on the couch, but he wasn't letting go of you. In fact, he'd tighten his grip the more you moved around.

Finally, he hissed quietly, his hold tightening even more as you attempted to wiggle off his lap again. "Stop moving around."

His voice was low, muffled by your neck still but you heard him. You knew that tone. And it made your face flush, just like it always did.

"Problem, baby?" You asked lightly, grinning innocently down at him as he slowly peeked up to look at you, feeling him hardening under you.

His eyes were dark, and his pupils were slightly blown out as he huffed, "Nope." He said curtly. "But if you don't stop moving around, there will be."

You twirled a strand of his hair at the back of his head, "I don't think we have the same definition of what a problem is, love." You said lowly, grinning as you prepared to wiggle on his lap again.

It was like he could read your mind, or he just knew you too well. He roughly gripped your hips, holding them still. "Don't." He warned. "I don't want to have to stop once we start and we'll get interrupted by our food."

You let out a soft whine, feeling him getting harder, and pouted down at him, "You're gonna make me wait?"

"Trust me, it's more torture for me than it is for you." He answered, finally letting go of your waist, softly trailing his hand along the hem of your shorts. "You know how much I like these shorts. And the fact that you're wearing them with one of my shirts," He shook his head, "It's like you're trying to kill me, Jagiya."

You went to open your mouth but were interrupted by the a round of loud knocks going off on the front door. You wanted to whine again but your stomach silenced you with a growl as you got up to answer the door, thinking how quickly your food had gotten there.

You greeted the delivery guy with a quick bow before grabbing the bag of food from him, offering a soft smile as you thanked him before shutting the door as he quickly walked away.

You turned back to say something to Minho, only to find him standing right behind you with that God forsaken smirk on his lips.

Your breath hitched, the words caught in your throat as he gently took the bag from you and set it down on the table behind him without looking away from you.

Your eyes flickered between his as he closed to space between you both. "Min," You whispered, tilting your head to look up at him as he placed one hand on your hip and the other on the side of your neck. "W-what are you doing?"

That smirk never left as he looked down at you, his eyes roaming your face. "Well, our food's here, so I'm not making you wait." He answered lowly, dropping his head down to pull you into a heated kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his encircled your waist completely, "Up." He mumbled against your lips, tapping the back of your thigh once.

You didn't reply, just did as he said and wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his hands on the backs of your thighs as his lips found your neck. You threw your head back as a soft moan slipped past your lips, feeling Minho make his way through the dorm to his room.

His hands held you tightly as he pressed your body against the wall just inside his door, "Fuck, I missed you." He groaned, capturing your lips with his again.

You moaned as the feeling of his toned body pressed into yours, "Missed you too, baby."

Your hands roamed the expanse of his shoulders for a moment before you gripped his shirt as he moved you away from the wall, gently dropping you both to the bed finally and leaned over you, pulling back from kissing you as you moved to tug his shirt over his head.

You slowly dragged your nails down his chest, before you slid your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and tugged him back towards you as you sat up just enough to kiss him again, letting him push you back onto your back as he toyed with the waistband of your shorts for a moment.

"I do love these shorts, you know?" He mumbled, kissing down your neck as he ran his hand along your waist, under the shirt. "But right now, I think I'd rather see what's underneath them, yeah?" He smirked up at you.

Your heart was thrumming in your chest as you met his eyes and nodded without a word, lifting your hips to help him get them off. The way he was looking at you as he gently ran his hands down your legs, pressing kisses to your skin as he went, was enough to heat your whole body.

There was a tenderness in his movements that you'd been missing these last few months that he'd been gone, and it made your heart swell but also pulled a whine out of you. "Baby, please." You begged softly, meeting his eyes again.

He just smiled lovingly up at you as he slowly pulled your panties down your legs too, letting them fall to the floor with your shorts before he crawled back up your body, pushing your shirt up your chest as he went, until it was bunch up under your chin.

"What if I wanted to take my time with you tonight, Jagiya?" He asked teasingly, kissing a line up between your breasts, keeping his eyes on yours as he moved. "Show you just how much I missed you."

You lightly shook your head, "Take your time another night." You breathed out, feeling his breath ghost along your chest.

He let out a low chuckle, blowing gently on one of your perked nipples to hear you gasp. "Let me have a little fun tonight, baby."

You gave him a look, "What happened to not making me wait?"

He matched your look but shrugged as he moved to pull you into another kiss. "Fine, fine. But don't complain later when you're sore from what I'm about to do to you instead."

Your hands faltered on his waistband as you looked up at him. You knew if he said that, he meant it. You'd made that mistake months ago- well mistake isn't really the word for it. You don't regret that night, you just spent the next week, incredibly sore from how long it he'd kept you in bed and from every different way he'd had you in the bed.

You swallowed slowly, seeing him watch you, "I take it back." You said quickly, "Take your time. Please, take your time. I have way too much stuff to do this week to spend it sore."

You both laughed as he shook his head at you, "Think about your words before you say them next time, then." He joked.

You pouted, continuing your previous movement of getting his pants off, "Well, you're over here taking an eternity and I'd like for us to eat at some point tonight- while the food's still warm, at least."

He scoffed playfully as he moved to finish pulling his pants and boxers off, kicking them to the floor, "If you had given me like 5 more seconds before hounding me about it, I would've gotten to it, you know."

"Yeah huh." You rolled your eyes as you moved to pull your shirt over your head, but he stopped you, pulling your hands away from the hem of it.

"Keep it on. You know I love you in my clothes." He mumbled, leaning back over you for a quick kiss before he reached into the side table for a condom. "I'm still gonna take my time, by the way."

You let out a soft laugh as you moved up the bed a little more to get in a more comfortable position as he rolled the condom on. "If I have to reheat that food, Minho, I swear." You trailed off, smiling up at him.

Minho couldn't lie, he loved that even in a moment like this, with both of you naked- or mostly naked in your case, you could still tease each other like normal. It showed him just how much you really did love him, that you weren't afraid for things to feel normal even at your most intimate moments together.

He grinned down at you, gripping his length before he rubbed the tip along your folds, only to hear you let out a soft moan. "You swear what, Jagi? You'll just reheat the food and that's it." He said, leaning down to press his lips to yours as he slowly pushed inside you.

You moaned again, you were plenty wet with how turned on you already had been when you were just in his lap, and you were completely okay with nothing more than just him pounding into you. "Oh god, Min." You breathed out, tightly gripping his biceps as he stayed still for a moment after he bottomed out.

"You feel so good, Jagi." He dropped his head to your chest, waiting until you were ready.

"Move, please, baby." You whined, pulling his head up to yours for a bruising kiss.

"Your wish is my command, my love." He mumbled against your lips, setting a steady and moderately fast pace that had you moaning almost instantly.

"Fuck, you feel so good in me, baby." You moaned, throwing your head back into the mattress. "God, yes, just like that."

When Minho says he's going to take his time, he means that just as much as he means you'll be sore any other time. It wasn't the longest you've both lasted before, having not seen each other in 3 months made you both not want it to end but at the same time, you wanted to get that high that only you could give each other.

Breathing heavily, you ran your fingers through Minho's slightly damp hair as you both tried to catch your breaths as you came down from your orgasms. He had already thrown the condom away and helped clean you up but had collapsed back on you immediately after getting back to the bed, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your equally sweaty body.

"I love you." You whispered, smiling softly as he tilted his head up to look at you.

"And I love you." He replied without hesitation, moving just enough to plant a sweet kiss on your lips before he finally pulled himself away from you. "Come on, let's eat."

You couldn't help but giggle as he handed you your shorts and a new pair of underwear from one of his drawers. "Work up an appetite?" You joked as you both got dressed again.

He sent you a playful glare as he pulled his shirt over his head. "I'm the only one in this relationship who is allowed to say terrible puns. Thank you, very much." He shook his head, "That's my thing."

You laughed a little harder at that, but relented, "Fine, you're right. I’m sorry, forgive me." You grinned, walking around him to pull the door open.

"You know what? I don't think I will. You don't sound very sorry." He mumbled, following you back out into the living room, smacking your ass as you walked.

"Hey!" You shot a look over your shoulder at him and watching him just smirk and shrug as you grabbed the bag of food where he'd left it. "I'll be even less sorry if this food is cold." You joked, moving into the kitchen, slowly pulling all the containers out of the bag.

"Again with that? Just admit you had a good time and go." He rolled his eyes, helping you open the containers before he moved around you to get utensils and plates.

"Oh, it was a great time, but I'm not going anywhere." You grinned, "My amazing boyfriend bought me dinner and asked me to stay the night and I'd really like to sleep next to him for the first time in months."

He sighed contently, standing next to you again, "I wouldn't have let you leave anyway." He admitted, lightly knocking his shoulder into yours as he slid a plate and a set of utensils to you.

"I didn't think you would." You smiled. "Come on, let's get our food and curl up on the couch like you said we would."

Which is what you did. The rest of the night found you both, snuggled up together on the couch, under a blanket with a movie playing as you both slowly started to fall asleep with your arms wrapped around each other. Empty food containers littered the coffee table while the rest of the food had been put away after you guys piled what you wanted on your plates earlier- both of you too comfortable and content to suggest moving to Minho's bed for the night as you slowly, but surely fell asleep.

And that's exactly where the other three found you both when they got home a couple hours later. Innie had been laughing at something Felix had said as they walked through the door but was immediately shushed by Seungmin when his eyes landed on your sleeping figures, faces being illuminated by the tv as it played an older Marvel movie that you guys had started before you fell asleep only a few minutes into.

Felix awed softly, shutting the door as quietly as he could. "I know we're all happy to be home again after the tour, but I think Minho-hyung is the happiest."

Seungmin looked at him and nodded, "Yeah, he loved being on tour and seeing Stay and everything but it was easy to see how much he missed her."

Innie slowly made his way towards the kitchen, "I'm glad they have each other. Noona's exactly the kind of person I'd always pictured hyung to be with."

The other two followed Innie into the kitchen, soft agreements falling from their mouths.

Felix grinned, turning his head to look back at the couch, "I'm just happy that he's happy. Well- that they both are but you guys know what I mean." He looked back at both of them, moving to get a drink of water before he went to bed. "It's crazy that we've only known Noona for a year, though. She fits in with us so well that it feels like we've known her as long as he has."

Seungmin leaned on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and nodded. "I'm not really one for that sappy love stuff, you guys know that, but it's hard not to smile when they're together, you know? Like, she really does love him, and he really does love her, and you can see it and it's disgustingly cute but also, I kinda want that too. Eventually."

Innie and Felix agreed, nodding as they all started to go about their own things to get ready for bed and what not.

Innie turned and looked at Felix before he headed down the hall, "Should we wake them up? Hyung said that Noona has work in the morning and if she sleeps on the couch all night, she'll probably be sore."

Felix thought about it for a second then nodded, "I'll wake them up before I go to my room."

Innie nodded, "Okay. Night then, hyung."

"Night, Innie." Felix smiled, putting the water back in the fridge.

Seungmin had disappeared into his room a few minutes ago, saying goodnight as he walked away so Felix was sure he was already set for bed, so as he moved through the kitchen and living room, quietly grabbing the empty food containers and your guys' plates from the coffee table, he also made sure everything was off and locked for the night.

Finally, after making sure the living room was clean enough to be dealt with in the morning, he made his way back to the couch and softly grabbed Minho's shoulder, careful not to startle him too much.

"Hyung? Hey, hyung, it's pretty late. Maybe you and Noona should go to your room." He whispered, watching Minho peel his eyes open slowly.

Minho blinked a couple times, letting out a yawn before his eyes focused on Felix. "What time is it?"

Felix checked his phone, "A little after 1."

He nodded, looking down at your peaceful face and smiling unconsciously before he looked back at Felix and nodded, "Did you guys have a good time?" He asked softly, reaching to finally turn the TV off.

Felix stood back up and nodded, "Yeah, Channie-hyung decided to go with us, too. And Changbin-hyung ended up beating him at air hockey a couple times. It was great." He smiled, "You guys have a good night?"

Minho let out a sigh and nodded, dropping his head back onto the arm of the couch with a smile. "Yeah, I really missed her."

"I know, hyung." Felix smiled again, "Anyway, I'm gonna head to bed. See you in the morning though?"

Minho nodded, looking at Felix with a sleepy expression, "Yeah, night."

"Night."

Minho waited another moment or two, hearing Felix's door open and then shut down the hall before he looked back down at you and gently moved some of your hair from your face.

"Jagiya?" He whispered softly, "Let's go to bed."

You mumbled something, but your face was pressed into his chest so he couldn't make it out.

Didn't stop him from chuckling though. "I know, but you can't sleep on the couch all night."

You groaned but still didn't move. "Comfy." You muttered quietly.

Minho ran his hand through your hair, "You'll be even comfier in bed." He said softly, "Want me to carry you?"

You let out a soft sigh before opening your eyes and looking up at him, "No, it's okay." You tried to blink the sleepiness from your eyes as you slowly sat up, rubbing at your face as you yawned.

Minho leaned forward and kissed your forehead before slowly getting off the couch, holding his hand out for you to take. "Come on, let's get you back into bed."

You wrapped your fingers around his, pulling yourself from the softness of the couch, leaving the blanket in a messy pile where you'd been sitting and followed Minho down the dark hallway.

"Are the boys home?" You asked groggily, noticing their doors were all shut now.

Minho nodded, "Yeah, Yongbok's the one who woke me up."

You nodded, covering your mouth as another yawn escaped before your thighs made contact with the side of Minho's bed. Dropping his hand, you slowly crawled under the covers. "Hope they had fun." You mumbled, eyes already drooping closed again as your head hit the pillow.

Minho shut his bedroom door before making his way into the bed with you, pressing your back into his chest as he covered up too. "He said they did. You can ask him about it tomorrow."

You barely nodded, a thought popping into your head as you snuggled deeper into the sheets, "I will over breakfast."

"What about work? You know he doesn't get up until 9 or 10."

You sighed, feeling the sleepiness steadily clawing at you again, "Not working tomorrow." You answered, "I'm gonna bother you all day long." You grinned, feeling his wrap his arm around your waist.

"Nothing would make me happier." Minho mumbled back, snuggling closer to your back before sleep finally caught back up with both of you.

"He beat Chan how many times?!"

Minho slowly peeled his eyes open, hearing the sound of your voice as it was carried through the dorm along with your laugh that unconsciously brought a smile to his sleepy face.

He sat up, noticing the door to his room was cracked just barely, you had a habit of constantly checking on him when he slept in later than usual. Your side of the bed was cold, telling him that you'd probably been up for at least an hour but knowing you, you'd probably been awake since 7 and it was now closer to 10.

"-of course, I'm gonna say something to him about it!" You laughed again from down the hall, voice getting closer as your sock clad feet padded down the hallway towards the slightly opened door. "Chan knows I take every opportunity to make fun of him, he'll probably be expecting it."

Minho smiled the second your eyes met his, "Morning, Jagiya."

"Morning, baby." You grinned, quickly moving to all but tackle him back into the mattress, giggling as he held you tightly against him once he was on his back again. "How'd you sleep?"

He sighed sleepily, moving your hair from in front of your eyes, "With you next to me? Great. What about you?"

You made a face, tilting your head a little to the side, "I was worried that I'd gotten used to sleeping alone after all those months, but I'm happy to say that I didn't. I slept better last night than I have in a while." You nuzzled your face into his chest with a heavy sigh, "I really missed you, Minho."

He closed his eyes for a moment, weaving his fingers through your loose hair, "I missed you too, Jagi. I can't tell you how happy I am to be home with you again."

You hummed softly, pressing a quick kiss to his chest before picking your head back up to look at him, "We just finished making breakfast, if you're hungry. Lix wanted pancakes so I made some and some eggs and bacon."

He gave you a confused look, "When did we get eggs and bacon?"

You giggled, running your hands through his bedhead hair, "Innie and I went to the store first thing this morning. I wanted to treat my boys to a hearty breakfast this morning as a welcome home kinda thing."

Minho just looked at you with pure love and adoration as he grabbed your cheeks in both of his hands, "I love you." He whispered softly, sitting you both up before kissing you gently.

You hummed into the kiss, smiling after you both pulled away, "I love you, too."

You left him to get up a minute or so later, heading back into the living room and going straight for your cup of coffee. "Min'll be out in a minute, but if you guys are done eating you don't have to sit and wait."

Innie looked up from his phone, "We were gonna help put everything away."

You waved him off, "That's okay. I was just going to box up the rest and drop it off at the other dorm for them. Someone told Han I made pancakes." You cast a fake glare at the freckled boy, who tried to hide his face behind his switch.

"I didn't know it was supposed to be a secret." He smiled sheepishly.

You giggled, setting your coffee down, "It wasn't, Lix. I'm just kidding. Why do you think I made so much extra though? Han always whines that he never gets to eat my pancakes."

"He's the one who picked living at the other dorm." Minho said, coming into the kitchen and standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "He's lucky you're nice enough to take them food. I wouldn't."

You laughed, rolling your eyes, "That's such a lie and everyone knows it. Sometimes I feel like you love Han more than you love me and other times I feel like he's our son."

A look flashed in Minho's eyes for a split second at the thought of you guys having kids together eventually, before he kissed your cheek, "I could never love Hannie more than I love you." He said softly against your cheek, "But, as far as kids go, he's not a bad son, I guess."

You laughed, pushing Minho away from you, "You're an idiot. Go eat."

"If Han’s your son, what does that make the rest of us?" Felix asked, setting his switch down on the table and looking up at you and Minho.

"The real question is, how would Channie-hyung feel about losing one of his kids?" Seungmin joked from next to him.

"I'm sure Chan wouldn't care. He'd probably ask if we can adopt more of you from him." You answered, taking a sip of coffee.

Minho laughed as he plated up a little bit of everything, "That sounds about right, honestly. But I’d tell him no, Han’s enough trouble as it is.”

You giggled, “Oh come on, you wouldn’t want all the maknae’s?” You joked, looking at the three of them sitting in front of you both, “We’re practically their parents already.”

“I like to think of us more as the cool aunt and uncle,” Minho grinned, “Because when we get tired of them, we can always give them back to Channie-Hyung.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head, listening to the younger boys whine, “That’s mean, baby.” You told Minho, before you looked back at the boys, “I never get tired of you guys.”

Seungmin scoffed, shooting you a look as he grinned widely, “Come on, Noona, we know that’s not true. Don’t lie to us like that.”

You sent him a look, “I’m not lying to you!” You argued, laughing softly, “I don’t get tired of you three, I get tired of him.” You said, pointing your thumb at Minho.

“Yah! Come on, really?” He whined, making you all laugh. He gave you a look, tightly wrapping his arms around your body, “I’m a joy to be around, what do you mean you get tired of me?”

You couldn’t help but smile as he dropped his chin to your shoulder, “I’m kidding,” You met IN’s eyes and shook your head softly, mouthing, ‘I’m not’, which made him start laugh again.

Minho whined again, “You’re mean.”

“You love me.” You shot back at him, tilting your head up to glance at him.

He was smiling down at you already when your eyes met his, “Yeah, yeah I do.”

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Tell The Truth (A/F) :: BC

Synopsis: Two weeks is a long time without the one person you wanted next to you for the rest of your life. But what if you're too late because you were too scared to tell him the truth when he asked you to?

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Genre: University AU. Angst. Fluff. Comfort. Established Friendship/ Best Friends to Lovers. Fake Dating. One-sided Pining but not really.

Warnings: Cursing, crying, Channie's hurt, MC is hurt, I'm hurt from writing this Let me know if I missed anything!

"How long are you going to ignore me?"

Chan had heard you walk into the kitchen behind him, but he didn't turn around, even as you spoke, just kept mixing his food like he hadn't even heard you.

"Chan, please?" You pleaded softly, your voice trembling slightly.

He ignored that too, even though it killed him to.

He heard you move closer, but he hadn't been expecting you to slowly snake your arms around his waist, and place your cheek against his back, in between his shoulder blades.

"I miss you," You whispered, hugging him like you were scared he'd push you off.

Finally, he sighed, his shoulders dropping before he pulled your arms off of him and turned to face you. His eyes met yours and all he could think about was how long he'd looked into them that night- how beautiful he'd told you they were, and how much he wanted to get lost in them again.

He saw your bottom lip between your teeth as you nervously chewed at the skin, your lips red and raw from how long you’d been chewing away at them- lips he'd tasted and wanted to again, lips he wanted to feel against his again while he pulled you closer than close once more.

Hesitantly, he reached up and used his thumb to pull your lip from between your teeth before he gently cupped your cheek, watching your breath hitch.

"I miss you, too." He whispered, saying the first words he had to you, in almost 2 weeks at this point.

Your lip trembled again as you peered up at him through your tear lined lashes, "Please c-come home?" You asked softly, stepping just a little closer to him, reaching up to grab at his shirt, fisting it tightly as you leaned into the touch of his hand that he'd yet to pull away.

He swiped his thumb along your cheek, taking a falling tear with it before he pulled his hand from your face and moved to turn away from you again, "Go home, Y/n.”

A choked sob sounded from you as you held him there, holding his waist, "No! Not without you anymore." You cried, "Please, Chan. I-I'm sorry about everything. I didn't want to lose you, but I did anyway. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen, but I let it happen anyway! And I'm so sorry, just please- please don't do this. I can't lose you."

He grabbed your hands, gently pulling them off of him before he took a step away from you, his face showing little to no emotion, but inside, inside it was taking everything for him to not grab you and pull you closer to him, kiss you, tell you he forgave you, that you weren't losing him- anything other than what he was doing now.

You cried harder the further he stepped from you, the tears like a cascade down your cheeks. You weren't even bothering to wipe them anymore, you were crying so hard, and so much, that you knew it would be a waste of time to even try.

"Please," You sobbed, "what can I do?"

He sighed, "Go home," He repeated, just as softly as the first time. "You shouldn't have come over in the first place."

Chan couldn't find it in him to be upset with you anymore. He'd spent the last 2 weeks feeling every emotion under the sun because when he'd finally told you the truth and asked you to be honest with how you felt, you denied it all.

You told him that he was never anything more than your best friend, that everything that had happened these last 3 months of pretending to be together meant nothing to you, the way that it did to him.

And when the guys locked you both into the bathroom at the apartment and forced you two to talk about it again a week later, you'd doubled down and told him that you would never be able to see him any other way.

He knew you were lying from the moment you opened your mouth, but he thought that maybe- just maybe, you were just as scared about what could happen as he was, and that you were letting that fear hold you back, but that you'd tell him truth when he really laid everything out.

Only you didn't.

He knew, there was no way that you could hold him the way you did, without feeling like your heart was going to beat through your chest, like his did. There was no way that you could look at him the way you did, without feeling like your lungs had stopped working, like his did when he looked at you. There was no way that you could kiss him the way you did, like you wanted to imprint every breath, every single movement of his lips against yours, to memory, like he did with you, and have it not mean a single fucking thing.

He knew there was no way that you could do all those things, and for them to mean nothing to you. You were his best friend; he just knew it wasn’t possible.

But he couldn't make you want to love him, he knew that, too. But he also couldn't stand being around you because it made his chest tighten and constrict every time he looked at you now, knowing what it felt to do all those things, knowing how perfect things had been, even if it wasn't really real, until he opened his mouth after one too many drinks when you guys stayed home together one night.

Every time he looked at you now, all he could see was the curve of your lips as you smiled up at him before he'd lean down to kiss you hello or goodbye when you hadn't seen each other for even just a couple hours. He saw the way your eyes shined when you'd laugh at something, even if it was the dumbest thing you'd heard. But worst of all, he saw himself falling in love with you all over again, even when he knew it wasn't going to be the way he wanted it to be, from the beginning.

What kind of fucking moron, suggests fake dating the person they’re actually in love with? Especially when that said person, is your best friend, who you also live with? Oh, right, him.

He'd turned away from you again, intending on walking away from you completely, and heading down the hall to the room that Hyunjin and Jisung had been kind enough to let him use since he had been refusing to be at the apartment with Minho, Changbin and you, when you'd whispered something that stopped him in his tracks, making him slowly spin around to look at you with the most expression you'd seen on his face the whole time you'd been in this apartment.

"What?"

You looked at him from across the floor, your eyebrows pinched together as the hurt look on your face never seemed to leave while you were here, "I said, it'll always be you." You repeated the words just as softly as before, "Even if you never want to see me again, or forgive me, or even believe me. It will always be you, Chan."

He shook his head, the handle that he'd had on his emotions, very quickly slipping as he stared at you in disbelief. "Why now?"

You sniffled, your bottom lips still trembling softly, "Because if I'm going to lose you, for good, I wanted it to end with the truth." You took a deep breath, shrugging helplessly as a dry, bitter laugh left your lips, new tears slowly rolled down your cheek, "If I'm going to ruin the best part of my life, I might as well do it right, and be honest like you asked me to be. The least I can do is let you go with the truth- that I do love you. That you've always been more than just my best friend. And I know that you deserve so much more than that, but it's all I can do now."

You bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut to get rid of the tears before you looked up at him and gave him the saddest smile he'd ever seen on your face- your beautiful, tear-streaked face. "I can't fix what I've broken, I know that, not when you don't want me to. So, I'll leave it at that, and I'll say thank you- for being everything and more than I ever deserved. For- for being the best thing of every part of my life since we were kids. For being my best friend. And I'm sorry, that I- that I couldn't put my fears aside, to love you and give you what you deserve when you asked me to."

You looked at him for another moment- the silence stretching long enough between you to make you believe it’d be best to leave- before you were the one to turn away from him, heading for the door to leave like he'd told you to, having said your piece finally.

But when you'd grab the handle and just barely pulled the door open, it was slammed shut again, and you were spun back around and pushed against it. Chan stood in front of you, barely a breath's length away as he breathed heavily, his chest heaving as he stared down at you- eyes shining with unshed tears that you hadn't noticed a moment ago.

"Say it again."

Your eyes jumped between his, his breath fanned across your face.

"Say it again, please?" He pleaded, his voice breaking as he breathed out. "Just tell me again."

"I love you." You whispered, like it was the biggest truth in the world, like it was the only truth you knew.

And for Chan, it was. You finally admitting that you loved him too, wasn't the magic cure-all for what's happened these last few weeks- it would never be that easy, but it was a start. Especially when he knew that you genuinely thought he'd leave forever. Which hadn't been his intention, at all.

He really just wanted a little bit of time away from you, time to get his mind together again and try to deal with what he was feeling after everything. But the last thing he wanted you to think was that you'd lose him completely, or that he could possibly go through the rest of his life without you in it in some way.

There was a lot, he knew, that he still needed to talk to you about, boundaries that needed to be set and talked about, wounds that needed to finish healing, but right now? Right now, he was pressing his lips to yours- hard and without a second thought, grabbing your face in both of his hands as he breathed you in again like it was the first time.

And in a way, it was the first time. The first time after you both had finally admitted what you'd known for long enough, the first time that he'd dared to hold you close enough that he didn't know where his body ended and yours began. The first time that you'd held him tighter than he'd held you, like he'd disappear the moment you opened your eyes.

It was like he was taking a breath of fresh air, his lips locked with yours in a moment that held more words than either of you thought you'd ever be able to say to the other, as you desperately tried to pull each other closer. He could feel, and taste, the tears running down both of your faces, but he didn't know if it was you who was crying, or if he was at this point. But it didn't matter.

His hand slid into your hair at the base of your neck, tilting your head to the side just enough that he could deepen the kiss by swiping his tongue along the seam of your lips. In the next breath he took, his teeth barely clashing with yours, his tongue meeting yours in the warmth of your mouth, he would swear until the day he took his last breath, that you'd breathed a new life into him then, as the softest whimper he'd ever heard, graced his ears.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire by the time you'd pulled away, eyes remaining closed as Chan trailed his lips from yours down to your neck, pushing you harder into the front door as he found the sweet spot under your jaw, making you let out a quiet, breathy moan in the form of his name as you gripped the back of his head.

He pulled away, looking down at you as you both panted softly from the intense and heated kiss. His pupils blown out but his eyes holding so much sincerity, and hopefulness, as he cupped your cheek again and swiped more tears away, "I would never leave you." He shook his head, "I needed time away, but that didn't mean I wanted it to be forever."

He took a breath, swiping his tongue over his lips to wet them quickly before he sighed lightly, "You're all I've ever wanted, do you honestly think I'd let you leave like that? Letting you think that I would never want to see you again?"

You let out a soft cry, reaching up to gently hold his face in your hands, "I'm so sorry, Chan. I really am." 

He sighed again, leaning his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, "I know, baby." He whispered.

Your shoulders shook at the sound of the pet name, before he was quick to pull you into his arms, "How can I fix this?" You asked, "What do you want me to do?"

He hushed you gently, "Breathe, I want you to breathe." He smiled down at you lovingly, moving your hair away from your face, "And then I want you to go home, okay? And-"

"What-"

"-And I will see you there, after I pack my things here." He finished saying, holding your face in one hand.

He watched you take a breath, cautiously relaxing when he said the rest. "You're really coming home?" You asked softly, your eyes jumping between his again.

He nodded slowly, "You asked me to."

"Yeah, but I- I thought you didn't want to be there- didn't want to be around me." You trailed slowly, holding his shirt tightly in your fist again.

"I've had my time away. If you want me to come back to the apartment, then I will." He told you, his thumb moving slowly along your cheek.

"No, I want you to come back because you want to," You breathed, "Not because I asked you to."

"Baby, I've wanted to come home since I left, but I knew I needed the time away from you," He said honestly, watching a hurt look flash through your eyes, "I needed time to clear my head and to try to deal with what I was feeling." He explained before he took a small breath, gathering you in his arms again, pressing you tightly to his chest, "But when I had my time, I didn't really want it. I just wanted to be at home with you and for you to be honest with me. I just- I wanted you to love me back."

"I do love you." Your breath fanned across the skin of his neck as the whisper fell from your lips with no hesitation.

He felt himself smiling at how easily you'd been able to say it now. "And that's why I'm coming home."

You softly nodded against his chest, both of you falling silent for the moment until he slowly started to pull away from you, the same smile you'd found yourself missing more and more when he started staying with Jisung and Hyunjin, on his face.

"Go home, okay?" He said softly, his hand feather light on your chin to make you look up at him. "I'll be there tonight, I promise. Take a nap and when you wake up, I'll be there."

You nodded; your features still suppressed under the cloud of sad emotions that you'd been letting take you through the last 2 weeks without him around.

"Hey," He whispered, "We're okay."

You shook your head, "How?" You murmured, your lip quivering, "After everything I did to you, how are we okay?"

"Because we love each other." He answered gently, tucking your hair behind your ear, "And because we can't start fixing us if we aren't okay. And I want to fix us."

"Us?"

"Us," He repeated, nodding softly, his eyes slowly moving around your face, as if he was memorizing the details he’s known his whole life, "I told you; I want you, baby."

"You have me," You told him quickly. "You have all of me."

"No holding back?" He looked down at you.

You shook your head, "Not anymore."

He pressed his lips to your forehead, smiling against your skin, "Good." He mumbled before he pulled away, "Tell me when you get home, okay?"

You hesitated but nodded, turning around to grab the door handle again, "Chan?"

He hummed, still watching you as he took another step away so you could open the door.

You slowly turned around to look up at him again, "I-I didn't," You sighed, "I didn't tell you I love you because I thought it would make you stay or anything." Your voice was soft, and hesitant as you took another deep breath, "I didn't do it to guilt you, I mean. I meant what I said, that if you wanted nothing to do with me anymore, I'd-I'd let you go."

He stayed silent, watching your eyes fill with more tears as you spilled what your brain was telling you to, because he needed to know. You'd spent enough time not telling him everything and you didn't want to do that anymore.

"I told you I love you, because it’s true, because you deserved to know, even at the end of things. I just wanted you to know the truth."

He nodded, still smiling softly as you, "And now I know. I know that you'd never do something like that, though." You hesitated again, long enough that he closed the distance between you both, and gently cup your cheeks, "Tell me what you want to say."

"You're really coming back?"

He smiled, a small huff escaping through his nose as he nodded at you, "I am."

You let out a breath, and nodded, "I-I'll tell you when I'm home."

You didn't give him a chance to say, or do, anything else before you stepped through the door, giving him one last look as you closed it behind you, before you headed for your car.

Once the door was firmly shut behind you, Chan slumped against the it, pressing his forehead into the wood as he let out a deep breath. He stood there for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, before he headed down to the guest room to grab his phone.

He waited for you to text him that you were home, which only took a couple minutes because the two apartments were only about 5 minutes apart, and once he'd told you, again, to take a nap or just to rest, he dialed the phone, holding it to his ear and waiting while the line rang.

"Hey, Chan, what's up? Are you okay?" Jisung asked quickly, "You usually always call the shop's phone."

He sighed, "Yeah, no, I'm fine. I just- uhm, she came over..."

Jisung made a noise, telling someone in the background that he'd be back in a minute. "Okay, so she may have asked me if you were home and at first, I wasn't going to tell her you were, but then she said it was really important and that she had to talk to you and then she started crying!" The words all but shot out of his mouth, "I'm sorry! I know I should've said something to you first, or asked if you were ready to see her or literally anything-"

"I'm going home." Chan interrupted him, smiling at the nervous babble.

"I really didn't- what?"

Chan finally let out a soft laugh, "I said, I'm going home."

"What, uhm what- hold on. Are you guys, okay? What happened?" He asked, sounding both nervous, and curious to hear the answer.

"She told me the truth." Chan breathed out, leaning his elbows on his knees, "We've got a lot to finish talking about, but this is a start and I think I'm ready to go home."

Jisung let out a sigh, "I mean, if you think that's what you need to do, okay." He paused, "How are you doing?"

Chan shrugged, knowing Jisung couldn't see him, "I mean, on one hand, the girl I’ve been in love with for years, said she loves me back so I'm over the fucking moon right now. But on the other, I know that this is going to be a long road before we're actually okay again, so."

"Well, the apartment is always open for you, man. If you want, or need, to come back for a while." Jisung told him softly. "I hope you don't need, or want to, though. I hope you guys work everything out."

Chan nodded to himself, "So do I. But thanks, for offering. I'm gonna pack up what I've got here, and I'll be outta your place by tonight."

"No hurry, man." Jisung told him, "If you're not there when I get off work, I'll see you later."

Chan hummed, "Yeah, for sure. And Han? I mean it, thanks man. Both you and Hyunjin, I really appreciate you guys letting me crash here."

"You're our friend, dude, of course we would." Jisung said easily, "Happy to be going home, though?"

"Yeah," Chan smiled, "I-I missed her."

"I know, man. Alright, tell me when you're leaving, so I'll know, and I'll let Hyunjin know. Get back home to your girl, okay?" Jisung let out a small laugh.

Chan chuckled nervously, "We uh, we aren't together... We didn't get that far into the conversation."

"Hey, whatever you two are now, is better than what you two have been for the last 2 weeks." Jisung pointed out, "But you guys love each other, so if you don't end up actually being together- for real this time, my faith in love and good relationships, is dead.”

Chan couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. Leave it to Han to make a joke like that right now. "You're an idiot."

He laughed, "Maybe, but I have fun." He said, "Now, get going, do your thing, whatever."

"Yeah. Talk to you later." 

"You better! Bye."

When Chan got back to the apartment that night, he felt a weird sense of uncertainty setting over him as he unlocked the front door, stepping inside for the first time in weeks.

The whole place was quiet, but he hadn't really been expecting anything else. It was a Sunday night, so both Minho and Changbin were at work, and would be until late tonight, and he hadn't been expecting you to be making a bunch of noise through the apartment anyway.

He's ventured further into the apartment, not seeing you in the kitchen, or living room as he'd gone by them, heading towards his room. When he got to his door, standing outside of it, in between both your door and his, he could faintly hear something playing from inside your room- since the door wasn't fully closed.

He paused, his hand on his door handle, ready to push it open but stopped, letting his hand slide from the metal as he took a step towards your door and gently knocked, "Y/n?"

He waited a moment, but when you didn't acknowledge him, he slowly pushed the door open enough to peek in at you. And he felt himself smile unconsciously once he did. You were fast asleep, curled up in the middle of your bed, with a movie playing on your laptop at the foot of it.

He knew you were tired, even before he saw you standing at Han and Hyunjin's front door. He knew how you got when things were shitty- you'd barely sleep, and you'd have to be reminded to eat and just generally take care of yourself.

Usually, he was the one who did all those things for you, but this time, Minho and Changbin had really stepped in for him, understanding that it was something that he wouldn't physically be able to do this time around.

He grinned, looking over at your sleeping figure for another moment before he finally walked into his room, dumping all of his things onto the floor by the side of his bed to deal with later, before he quickly changed into his usual house attire that consisted of a muscle tee and sweatpants, and headed back into your room, moving slowly before he gently sat down next to you, softly running his hand over your hair.

"Y/n?"

You hummed softly, snuggling further into the pillow that you had wrapped in your arms.

"Baby?" He said instead, still just as softly, still moving his hand over your hair.

You stirred at the name this time, "Channie?" your voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it's me," He nodded softly.

You hummed again tiredly, still not opening your eyes to look at him, even as you felt him stand up from the bed, before he rounded to the other side, picking up your laptop as he moved so he could shut it off, and set it on your dresser before he slowly slid under the blanket with you. He settled in behind you and pulled you tightly into his chest.

"Am I still dreaming?" you muttered, feeling him lace your finger together against your stomach.

"No, but if you go back to sleep, you will." He murmured back with a smile, sighing softly against the back of your neck once he was comfortable.

You tightened your grip on his hand, body relaxing further into the mattress again, as you gently pressed your back closer into his chest, "Stay?"

"As long as you want me to, baby." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

"Forever?"

He grinned, humming softly in agreement, "Forever it is then."

[captain19cb97]

Hi again lol I know I just asked for a story 🤦🏻‍♀️🙈but you wrote so good that I have another idea . Could you write some fluffy fluff again with a bit of angst if you could write of jungkook feeling sick and sad or depressed and girl y/n sees that and she cuddles him with a fluffy blanket and reminds him why she loves him and she also asks him why he loves her and she gets surprise by his words and is shocked that someone loves her because she never thought anyone could love her ect . and basically something warm and comforting.

Well, hi again! Lol Don't apologize, I love that you enjoyed your story so much you wanted another one! Be greedy with your love of stories and ideas, even if it's not me you're asking to write for you.

I hope I was able to do it justice again this time. 💜

Requests are open!

-Em

Not Alone :: JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k (It was like I couldn't stop🙃)

Genre: Fluffy Fluff/Comfort/ very slight Angst, like you have to squint to see it

Warning: Self-doubt, allusions to depression and depictions of lack of self-care, cursing (ass, damn), lack of communication. Crying. If I missed anything, as always, please tell me so I can fix it.

A/N: If you're ever feeling alone, or depressed, or anything similar, please know that there is always someone there for you. I know that sometimes, it might not feel like there is, and that when you feel alone, your mind tells you all sorts of things, but you are never alone, and sometimes, our minds lie to us because we're hurting and it's the only thing that makes us feel more, even if it's more pain. You are always loved more that you think you are. There is always someone who would rather listen to you break down and tell them what is wrong, then to ever be without you. I love you, and if you need someone, come here and talk to me and I will listen, to whatever you want to tell me. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

I hope you enjoy!

Being in a relationship was still new to you, especially one where you found yourself still second guessing a lot of the things that other people probably wouldn’t even blink at.

You’d been with Jungkook for almost 5 months now, and you guys had been friends for about a year before hand, so you had an inkling of how things would be between you both. What you hadn’t expected though, was Jungkook practically dropping off the face of the earth one night- to the point that even the guys hadn’t heard from him in a couple of days and had called you to find out what was going on.

You shook your head, knowing the man on the other end of the line couldn’t see you, as you sighed softly, “I’m sorry, Namjoon, I haven’t talked to him either. Not since Saturday night.”

He made a surprised noise, “You guys haven’t talked in 4 days? Like at all? Did you guys break up or something?”

Your eyes widened slightly, “What? No, of course not. At- at least, I don’t think we did. We didn’t have a fight or anything.”

“What happened on Saturday?” He asked.

You leaned back into your couch as you thought back to the last time you’d seen Jungkook. You’d gone over to his place for dinner after you got off of work, he’d told you that he missed you and just wanted to spend some time with you, and of course, you weren’t going to deny him that- not when you had been thinking the same thing.

Dinner was great, he’d cooked and you guys had a couple drinks, watched a few movies and then when you begrudgingly told him that you needed to go home, he’d called you car since he’d picked you up from work. He was reluctant to let you go, but he knew that you had work in the morning, so, he waited downstairs with you, pulling you into a sweet kiss before you climbed into the car, and he waited until it pulled away, before he went back inside.

“He picked me up from work and made me dinner.” You told Namjoon, frowning slightly, “He didn’t seem like anything was wrong, other than him not wanting me to leave that night.” You commented softly.

Namjoon sighed on the other end of the line, “Okay. If you get ahold of him, please, let one of us know. And we’ll let you know, if we get ahold of him.”

You nodded to yourself, “Yeah, okay. I’ll try to call him as soon as we’re off the phone.”

“Okay. Thank you, Y/n. Bye.”

“Anytime, Joon. Bye.” You sighed again as you dropped your phone to your lap.

You’d been slowly growing more worried, the more days passed without so much as a word from Jungkook, but you figured that he was just really busy with something and that he’d tell you about it when he could. This wouldn’t be the first time something like that was the reason he hadn’t talked to you for a day or two.

But 4 days? And with the added fact that you guys were dating now, it didn’t sit right with you.

You’d texted him a handful of times over the last few days- good morning texts, things that reminded you of him that you wanted to show him, good night texts- the most recent one had been right before Namjoon had called you, you texted Jungkook and just asked if he was okay.

But it still went unread when you looked before you quickly called his phone. When you got his voicemail, you sighed before you waited for the beep.

“Hi, Kookie, I’m getting worried, love. Are you okay? If you need anything, please tell me. The guys are worried about you, too.” You paused for only a second, “Please talk to me, tell me you’re alright.”

After you hung up, dropping your phone back onto the table in front of you, you quickly made the decision that you were going to just go over to his place and check on him. Namjoon had told you when he first called you, that Jungkook hadn’t been to the company since Monday, and that was enough information for you to know that he was home because they’d know if he had left the city.

You moved around your apartment quickly, snagging the hoodie you’d stolen from Jungkook’s closet on Saturday and throwing it on over a long sleeve shirt, you’d changed out of a pair of shorts you only wore at home, and into a pair of sweatpants. When you’d gotten back into the living room, you noticed your phone had just lit up, Jungkook’s personalize text tone ringing out before the screen went black again.

You about dove for your phone, unlocking it as you dropped onto the couch.

Kookie Monster 🍪 [4:54 p.m.] I don’t need anything.

You frowned at the words, not knowing how to respond at first. You thought about calling him again but decided against it, you were still going to go over to his place so you could talk to him face to face, and really know what was going on.

So you locked your phone and as soon as your shoes were on, you were out the door and calling for a car to his place.

The drive felt longer than usual, and you chalked it up to your nerves, but you’d taken a couple minutes and texted Namjoon and told him you were just going to go check on Jungkook instead of waiting around for him to answer someone- also waiting to tell him that Jungkook had answered you. You wanted to make sure you could give the guys answers finally, and get some answers for yourself, too.

After paying for the ride, and thanking the driver, you headed inside, politely greeting the people in the lobby as you moved towards the elevator. You didn’t know why you were so nervous all of a sudden, but as you leaned against the rail as you took the elevator up, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that had settled in the pit of your stomach.

“Did you guys break up or something?”

Namjoon’s words had been swirling around in your mind since he’d said them. Truthfully, you were scared that Jungkook had decided that he didn’t want to be with you anymore finally, and that him having not talked to you since you left last weekend, was his way of breaking things off.

You remembered when Jungkook had asked you out the first time. You’d gotten upset with him because you thought it was a joke and you’d left the company that day in tears- unknowingly leaving a rather bewildered Jungkook, rooted in the same spot as you stormed away.

When he showed up at your apartment that night- morning- at almost 1 am, and told you that he hadn’t been trying to play a joke on you, that he really meant it and that he wanted to take you to dinner and give you flowers and actually date you, you’d cry some more and apologized profusely that you had even thought he’d ever do that to someone in the first place.

 You’d slowly been waiting for the day that he decided he didn’t want you anymore though, and it was through no fault of his. You just couldn’t seem to believe that someone would want you, the way Jungkook acted like he does.

Did. You thought as you stood in front of his apartment door. You had to remind yourself that he hadn’t talked to you in days. How can you say you want someone, when you don’t even acknowledge their existence?

You took a deep breath and raised your hand to knock on the door. The material felt hard against your knuckles as the sound echoed slightly around you, and you waited with bated breath, to hear anything from inside the apartment.

After a long, few seconds with nothing, you raised your hand to knock again, but right before your skin made contact with the door, it swung open, revealing the man who looked everything like your boyfriend, and yet nothing like him at all.

He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was the messiest you’d ever seen it- and you’d worked out with him before- his clothes were the same ones he’d been wearing on Saturday. The only difference now was that they were wrinkled to high heaven and disheveled more than you’d ever seen on him.

Jungkook was many things, many wonderful things, but the man in front of you, staring down at you with exhausted, bloodshot eyes, didn’t look anything like the man you knew. This man looked like he hadn’t slept in days, but yet, also looked like somehow all he did was sleep.

Existing somewhere in limbo even as he stood there, chest heaving slowly as he looked down at you with dim eyes.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was rough, like he hadn’t spoken in a while, and it was harsh- harsher than he meant it to sound when he noticed you flinch slightly at the tone.

“I was worried about you.” You whispered, looking him over again. “You haven’t talked to anybody in days, you haven’t been to the company in days, either. Namjoon called me wanting to know what was going on, but I’m just as worried as they are, because I don’t know any more than they do.”

He couldn’t even meet your eyes, stepping aside enough for you to come inside and discard your shoes. He closed the door behind you, once you were far enough, before he ambled back through his dark apartment and into the living room.

“I’m fine.” He told you, stopping before he even got to the couch, “You didn’t have to come over. I told you I didn’t need anything.”

You slowly scanned the apartment as you followed behind him. You noticed things sitting on the kitchen counters than had been there the other night, now mixing with new things that had also been left out, left lying around and forgotten about or ignored. There were dishes everywhere, food wrappers and containers from takeout places littering every surface.

And in the middle of all of it, was Jungkook, looking down at you with a heartbreaking expression that countered his words, when you finally met his eyes again. He wore his heart on his sleeve, his eyes never really able to hide the emotion behind them, and right now, he was pleading silently for something, anything but what his mind was telling him you were going to say.

Even in the darkness of the apartment, you could see his eyes beginning to shimmer with unshed tears, you could see the tremble of his bottom lip even as he pulled it between his teeth, chew the skin raw as you stared back at him with soft eyes, your heart breaking in your chest at just how small and fragile the man in front of you truly looked.

“Baby, what’s going on?” You asked softly, slowly moving to sit beside him on the couch.

He looked away again, more shame filling his body with every second that passed that you continued to look at him as he sat silent.

“Jungkook, please.” You pleaded with him, “Talk to me.”

You gently took his hand in yours, his skin warm to the touch like always- you loved how he ran warmer than you did, you loved how comforting it felt when you two cuddled.

“What do you want me to say, Y/n?” He asked finally, his voice a rough whisper as you linked your fingers together.

“Whatever you want to tell me, love. I’ll listen to anything.” You assured him. Slowly you reached up, cupping his jaw and turning his head so you could actually look at him, and you gently swiped a falling tear from his cheek when he let you. “Where did you go, hmm?” You asked softly, noticing the far off look in his eyes as they roamed your face. “What’s going on in your head, baby?”

Another tear fell, then another, and then all at once, his shoulders dropped and you were pulling him into your chest and wrapping your arms around his body as tightly as you could, hoping that you could piece him back together if he asked you to.

“I’m sorry,” He cried, his face buried in your shoulder as his grip tightened on your body. “I’m so sorry.”

You shushed him gently, running your hand over his hair in a small attempt to tame it as you repeatedly told him it was okay.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love, nothing at all. Okay?” You muttered, “Whatever is going on, isn’t anything you can’t get through.”

“How-“ He sucked in a breath, “How do you know?” he questioned, no malice in the words as he struggled to even get them out.

You smiled softly, picking his head up to look at him, “Because I know you, and I know that you’re going to get through it. I’ll help you, okay?”

He nodded before you pressed your lips to his forehead, and after taking another shaky, and uneven breath, he told you everything- everything that he’d been feeling for longer than it felt like he’d been feeling it, and with each thing he told you, your mind already had a counter argument to it. No matter what it was, or how much it broke your heart to hear him say it.

Finally, when he went quiet, the only sound being his staggered breathing, you carefully sat you both up and moved to get off the couch.

He panicked, his eyes widening as he gripped your hand in his, “Where are you going?”

You cupped his jaw and smiled, “Just to get a blanket for us, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” You waited until he’d dropped your hand to walk down the hallway towards his spare room where he kept all his extra bedding and things.

You searched for a few minutes, moving from the spare room and into his bedroom before your eyes landed on the blanket that you had deemed the best one that he owned- it was dark grey, big enough to cover his whole king sized bed and it was the fluffiest and softest blanket you’d ever held in your life.

You loved it, even when you guys were still friends, always stealing it when you’d come over if the apartment was even slightly chilly, and every time Jungkook saw you wrapped up underneath of it, his heart would flutter at how cute you were, and how utterly fallen he was for you and everything you did.

He’d even started calling it your blanket, because you used it more than he did- until you started dating, and he started leaving it out in the living room even if you weren’t over, because it smelled more and more like you after every use, and he found comfort in the way that you were around, even if you physically weren’t.

You gathered the material in your arms, and made your way back out to the living room, smiling at Jungkook when you realized he’d been staring down the hall at you the second you stepped out of his room with the blanket.

“So I had an idea,” You started softly, standing in front of him, the giant blanket spilling from your arms, “How about we sit here, cuddled up nice and cozy, while I tell you a few things?”

His shoulders moved up and down as he took a deep breath, glancing up at you with curious eyes, “What things?”

“Things I think you need to hear.” Was all you offered up, as you sat back down next to him. “Yes or no?”

He watched you flatten the blanket out a little bit before you opened your arms to him, and nodded, colliding into you once again as you wrapped your arms around him.

Once you both were settling, comfortable in each other’s arms, laying across the whole couch, you took a deep breath as you slowly weaved your fingers through his hair.

“I’ve learned a lot of things about you since we met, but my favorite things I’ve learned, have been since we started dating.” You spoke softly, watching him tilt his head up enough to look at you as you talked.

“I always thought you were an incredible person; generous to a fault, love making people laugh and happy. You love helping other people, doesn’t matter with what, or how. You’re strong, both mentally and physically, you’re sweet and kind and you are genuinely such a good person. You put your heart into everything you do, even if it’s just picking me a cup of coffee before you surprise me at work.” You let out a soft laugh, “And with all of those things, you make it easy for people to love you.” You took a quiet breath, running your finger along his jaw softly as you smiled at him.

“You make it so easy to love you, you know? It’s like breathing. Whenever I look at you, things seem brighter and clearer, and when you hold me, my whole body feels warm- like I’m sitting on a blanket in the park, underneath the sun.”

You watched his eyes flicker back and forth between yours and continued, “You take up a part of my heart that I didn’t even know was empty before you, and it was like it always belonged to you. To see you hurting so badly, and alone, and not even knowing that you were drowning,” You frowned softly, your eyebrows pinched together as you held his chin in your hand, “God, that breaks my heart, baby. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling like you had to deal with this alone.”

His eyes began to tear up, and he sat up enough to lean over you, grabbing the side of your face as he took a deep breath, “I didn’t know how to tell you.” He admitted softly, the waver in his voice catching himself off guard, “It’s always been easier to just go it alone.”

“But you don’t have to, Kookie.” You shook your head, looking up at him, “Let me help you, please? Let me take care of you when you feel like you can’t do it. Let me help you through this.”

He just stared down at you for a moment, before a small, sickly sweet grin found its way to his lips. He gently rubbed his thumb along your cheek, “You said it’s easy to love me.” He mumbled, “You love me?”

You felt your cheeks flush, as you realized you had indeed said that, and meant it of course. Leave it to you to be the one who says it first. You nodded just a little, watching his smile widen, his tears long forgotten by now as he peered down at you.

He took a breath, releasing it through his nose, “I love you, too.” He whispered, leaning down towards you just enough to brush his lips against yours.

“Y-you do?” You stuttered, watching him pull back to look at you fully. Confusion written in his eyes at how much surprise was in your question.

“Why are you surprised?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “Were you expecting me to not fall in love with you? With everything you do for me?” he questioned.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, watching as realization flashed in his eyes when you just continued to stare up at him.

This isn’t supposed to be about me. It’s about him, he’s the one upset. Fix it! You yelled at yourself, as he sat up both up, much like you’d done earlier.

“Baby?” He said softly, taking your hand in his, “Did you really think I wouldn’t love you?”

You couldn’t look at him, feeling guilty for letting your brain push those thoughts at you constantly.

He grabbed your face, making you look at him, “Hey, if I’m not allowed to listen to the horrible thoughts in my head, why do you get to, huh?” He shook his head, “No. You have no idea how much I love you, how long I’ve been dying to tell you that, but I always held back because I was worried it would scare you away if I said it too soon.”

Your eyes roamed his face for a moment, watching his tongue peak out to wet his lips before he smiled gently at you again, “If you think I’m all those things to you, you’re in for another thing, because god, baby, you’re everything to me. You are the sun that warms me. You are the stars that light up my loneliest nights. You’re everything I’ve thought love could be and you make me want to be better.”

Your bottom lip was quivering, as he took your hands in his, “You make it easier when I feel like this,” He gestured around the living room, “When things are so overwhelming to me, and getting out of bed is the only thing I do that day, you make it easier. Even if you’re not here.” He scoffed softly, gently pulling you closer to him, “Do you have any idea how many times you’ve saved me, just by being in my life?”

You shook your head, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back the sob that wanted to make itself known.

He grinned, leaning close enough to put his forehead against yours, “You might as well be my guardian angel, baby. Loving you is the easiest, and best, decision of my life. You help me more than you know, even when you do nothing because you’re you and you’re in my life and you’re my girlfriend, and by far, the best damn thing to happen to me.”

He paused, letting you take a moment to fully absorb his words, as he cupped your cheek, “I love you, Y/n.”

You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his again, “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do,” You admitted, “Or said I was the best thing to happen to them.”

He chuckled lowly, his hand coming up to the back of your neck, “No one’s ever told me a piece of their heart was always mine.”

Just as you both were leaning towards each other, lips just barely brushing, loud, frantic knocking sounded at the front door.

You both jumped apart, eyes focused on the door as more knocks sounded. “Expecting company?” You asked, looking back at Jungkook as he stood up.

He shook his head, “Nope, you were surprise enough, baby.” He quickly knelt back down enough to connect his lips to yours, before he pulled away with a small smile, “Stay here?”

You just nodded, watching him head for the door, and slowly pulling it open as he peeked around it.

“I’m gonna kick your ass, Jungkook.” You heard Namjoon threaten him, before he was pulled into a hug.

You couldn’t help the laugh that caught their attention as Namjoon pushed his way into the apartment, his eyes immediately landing on you. “Do you know how many times I’ve called you?” He asked exasperatedly, sighing as he crossed his arms over his chest like a disappointed dad.

You made a face, looking away from him, “Sorry, Joon. I was going to text you eventually to tell you he was okay.”

The older man sighed softly, his eyes roaming the room before he looked at Jungkook next to him, his eyes softening, “You didn’t tell us it was getting bad again.”

Jungkook nodded, “I know. You guys have all just been so busy lately, and I thought I could deal with it this time. I’m sorry, Hyung.”

Namjoon quickly pulled him in for another, tighter hug, “Same thing I always tell you, Kook, it’s not something you have to apologize for. We were just worried.” They pulled away from each other and Namjoon looked over at you with a smile, “But, I can see you’re in good hands, so I’ll get out of here.”

A couple minutes later, and with a promise that Jungkook would text everybody before the night was over, Namjoon was out the door, leaving you and Jungkook in a comfortable silence as you crossed the floor towards him.

Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his waist and planted your face on his chest. He snaked his arms around your body and pulled you closer.

“Can you promise me something?” You whispered, not looking up at him.

“Anything.”

You let out a quiet sigh, “Will you try to tell me, the next time you start feeling like this?” You asked, finally picking your head up to gaze up at him. “Will you let me help you?”

He blinked a few times, staring into your eyes before a smile pulled at his lips and he nodded slowly, “You already help me, baby. But I promise, I’ll tell you.”

You stood on your tip toes, leaning towards him, “Thank you.” You whispered before you lightly pressed your lips to his, “Why don’t you go shower, and I’ll clean up a bit before I make us something for dinner?”

“I can just order us something.”

You shook your head, pulling yourself from his arms, “I want to cook.”

He saw the look in your eyes, and knew you wouldn’t let him win this, so he smiled down at you again, “I will only agree, if you stay the night? You can borrow some of my clothes and if we’re feeling it in the morning, we can make breakfast together?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you smiled, nodded softly, “I think that’s doable.”

His smile seems to grow, and he leaned down to kiss you again before he headed down the hall to shower, quickly turning around before he got too far, “Hey,”

You turned towards him, “Hmm?”

“I love you.”

You could feel the warmth spreading over your cheeks- through you, and you were surprised how easy it was to believe him, and to just know that he meant it.

“I love you, too.”

[captain19cb97]

ahh your fics are so cute i'm melting i love them sm! could i maybe request a super fluffy jungkook x reader fic where the reader is super shy about their laugh and always tries to hide it from him, but one day he tickles them or something and goes all heart eyed and lovey because he thinks their laugh is adorable and he doesn't want them to hide it anymore. i'm sorry if that's too long kwjdjsfjjwjd feel free to ignore it if it doesn't spark your imagination! <3

My gosh! Hii!! 👋🏻

Thank you so much! I love that you guys are enjoying them so much, it means a lot to me that you are.

Thank you for sending this, and don't apologize! The more you guys tell me about what you want, the better I can write something for you 🙃 Anyway, I hope you like it!

Requests are open!

-Em

Shy :: JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Gn!Reader (It does read more as Fem!Reader, but there's no defining pronouns so I leave it up to you on how you want to read it.)

Word Count: 2523

Genre: Fluff with a sprinkling of suggestive 👀

Warnings: Cursing. Shouldn't be anything else, but as always, please tell me if you find something and I'll fix it.

I hope you enjoy it!! 💜

You’d been sitting on your couch, a drama that you’d seen probably a thousand times playing on your tv, while you were content to let the night just waste away, alone. You’d have a long week, and honestly, it had been pretty shitty- your boss had yelled at you a couple days in a row about something that wasn’t your fault, you spilled your coffee this morning on your way to work and ended up being late because you had to come back home to change- needless to say, you were happy to have the next few days off.

As you were debating ordering something to eat, you heard someone knocking on your door and immediately felt yourself frown. You hadn’t been expecting anyone to come over, and they would’ve texted or called you anyway.

Who just shows up, unannounced at someone’s place anymore? You thought as you crossed the floor to your front door.

You checked the display for your camera and saw Jungkook standing on the other side, a bag in one hand and something else in the other. You felt the butterflies begin in your stomach as you unlocked the door, pulling it open slowly.

Jungkook, who you only knew thanks to Jimin- your older brother, also happened to be your not-something-something, at the moment. You guys were floating between the lines of are they or aren’t they all the time, and frankly, the rest of the guys were sick of it at this point. It was obvious that you both really liked each other, and Jimin was doing everything in his power to just get you two together.

Mostly just so he would finally not have to listen to you or Jungkook complain to him about wanting to be with each other, but never doing anything about it because you both were worried Jimin wasn’t okay with it.

Jungkook’s face lit up the second you’d pulled the door open and you looked up at him with that shy smile he found so adorable. “Hi.”

“Hi, Kookie, what are you doing here?” You asked softly, as you noticed he was holding flowers in his other hand.

He smiled softly, “Oh, w-well, Jimin-Hyung told me you’d had a bad few days, so I thought maybe we could hang out for a bit and maybe watch a movie or two?” He held the flowers to you, “I thought you’d like these, and I figured you hadn’t eaten yet, so I brought food, too.”

You let out a small noise, taking the flowers from him, “They’re beautiful, thank you.” You stepped aside, letting him come in finally. “Let me put these in some water, you can go into the living room though, if you want.”

He nodded, watching you go into the kitchen as he took his shoes off, before he headed for the couch. “Sorry for not texting you or anything,” He called out, loud enough for you to hear him, “I thought a surprise would be nice though, especially after having such a bad week.”

You entered the living room, dropping onto the floor next to him as he kept pulling the food out of the bag, setting everything onto the table, and grinned, “It’s okay. You know I don’t mind you coming over.”

“Even unannounced?” He smirked knowingly down at you.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a second as you rolled your eyes, before shyly admitting, “Only if it’s you.”

Jungkook chuckled at the sight of your reddening cheeks as he slid some of the food towards you. He’d stopped at one of your favorite places just to pick up your favorite things because Jimin had told him about how your week had gone. He was a little upset that you hadn’t mentioned anything about it, any of the times you two had talked this week, but he also knew you probably only told Jimin because he’s your brother and he’d pushed about it.

“Thank you, for this. It was really sweet of you.” You said softly, a couple minutes later as you guys were eating.

He shrugged one shoulder and smiled down at you, “I think you’re really sweet.” He said back, watching you look away from him like you always did when he’d flirt with you like that.

You shook your head at him but didn’t say anything back, so you guys fell back into a comfortable silence as the rest of your drama episode played.

Once it was over, you both started cleaning up the mess from the food and were standing in your kitchen, a few minutes later, when you let out a big sigh, and Jungkook looked over at you.

“Heavy sigh, everything okay?”

You nodded, shooting him a shy smile, “Better now, yeah.”

“It wasn’t before?” He asked softly, matching the way you were standing, and leaned against the counter opposite you.

You shook your head a little bit, “This week kinda sucked, actually. Thank you for coming over with food and flowers. It’s exactly how I’d rather end a shitty week.” You smiled again, “And I meant it before, it was really sweet of you.”

He slowly pushing off the counter to stand directly in front of you, smiling as he caged you in, his hands on both side of you as he leaned on the counter behind you now. “And I meant what I said, I think you’re really sweet. And I’d do it again, in a heartbeat.”

You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he leaned towards you just a little bit more, his eyes roaming your face for a moment before you swore, they landed on your lips.

The guys thought otherwise, but even with all the back and forth that you and Jungkook had been doing these last few months, you’ve never kissed. Hugged a bunch, sure- you guys cuddled a lot, held hands sometimes, too, but you still haven’t kissed each other, even though there have been plenty of times that you could’ve.

You both just stood there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes as the tension built, you could feel the heat rising on your chest as you resisted the urge to look away from his piercing brown eyes.

“Kookie?” You whispered, slowly reaching out and just barely taking hold of the hem of his shirt.

“Hmm?”

You could feel your heart racing as you gently rested one hand on his side, “Kiss me?”

He chuckled lowly, “Are you asking, or telling me, baby?”

Oh, that was new.

“What’s going to make you do it faster?” You challenged him softly, tilting your head to the side slightly as you grinned.

His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he pushed air out his nose, “Say it again and find out.”

“Kiss m- “

You didn’t even get the words out, before he was crashing his lips to yours, one of his hands coming up to cradle the back of your head as the other landed on your side and pulled you towards him.

You gripped the sides of his shirt in your hands as you moved your lips in time with his, letting him lead the kiss, holding your head as he deepened it, and pulled you closer still.

You could feel his heart racing under your palm as you slid your hands up his chest, intent on wrapping your arms around his neck, until you felt his hand on your side, featherlight as he went to slide it around to your back.

You broke away from the kiss and couldn’t stop the giggle that tore out of you as you tried to jump away from him.

“That tickled.” You admitted, seeing the confused look in his eyes.

You learned pretty quickly, those were the wrong words to say, because you found yourself running away from him in the next moment.

“Come on! I have to know every spot you’re ticklish in, now!” He laughed, chasing you into the living room.

You screamed, trying to hold in the bubbling laugh as you moved to dodge him.

You had always been a little self-conscious about your laugh, so you tended to cover it up when you laughed at something around the boys. Jimin knew, but he didn’t know just how self-conscious you really were about it.

When you were in school, you’d been picked on a lot and it was just something else they used to make fun of you about, so you’d grown up, hiding it as much as you could. You’d giggle, and scoff in place of actually laughing, and if you couldn’t help but to really laugh at something- usually Hobi’s jokes- you would physically cover your whole mouth, to muffle your laugh.

You were always worried that if Jungkook heard it, he’d find it annoying or stupid or even ugly and wouldn’t like you anymore. You didn’t know, however, that Jungkook always hated watching you cover your laugh. He didn’t know why you did it, and he didn’t know how to get you to stop, because you’d avoid the conversation whenever it came up.

But you didn’t have much time to really think about it, because Jungkook’s tattooed arm was firmly around your waist as he pulled you down to the couch, caging you beneath him as his finger danced along your sides, and all you could do was laugh, yell and do your best to stop him.

“Kookie! K-Kookie, please!” You laughed, trying to pry his fingers from you, all the while, hearing him laugh with you. You struggled against him, laughing loudly as you desperately tried to plead with him to stop tickling you. “Jungkook, please! It hurts.”

He stopped, staring down at you as you panted, trying to catch your breath finally. You slowly peered up at him, your breath hitching in your throat once you caught his eyes on yours.

“What?” You whispered, your eyes darting between his.

“Your laugh.”

You stilled. Here it comes. “W-what about it?” You asked, already dreading hearing his answer. So much so, that you had to look away from him, hiding your face slightly behind your hands.

You heard him sigh softly, before his peeled your hands away from your face with one hand, and cupped your jaw in his other, turning your head so you were looking up at him again.

His eyes softened, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear it.” He whispered back, gently running his thumb along your jaw, “It’s beautiful.”

Your brow furrowed slightly as you stared up at him in disbelief, “You-you don’t hate it?” He quickly shook his head, “Even though it’s loud, and annoying?”

He chuckled softly and shook his head again, “It’s not loud enough because I never get to hear it, and it’s you- it could never be annoying.” He told you, his hand still on your cheek as he smiled. “You don’t have to hide it. In fact, I wish you wouldn’t because I want to hear it.”

Your cheeks slowly bloomed with color as you leaned into his touch, “You do?”

He nodded, leaning down towards you slightly. “Very much, yeah.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at your lips as you met him half-way, “You’re not lying to me?”

He pulled back a little bit and pouted at you, “You really think I’d do that to you?” He whined; a joking tone laced in his words that made you giggle as you shook your head.

“I was just making sure.” You argued, still grinning widely at him as you giggled softly.

He scoffed playfully, sliding his hand from your cheek down to your neck before he slid it to the back of your head. He gently tugged your face up towards his with a wicked grin, “You have so little faith in me. Because of that, you’re getting tickled again.” He said quickly, before he was attacking your sides again.

You had no time to brace yourself, and you couldn’t hope to hold back the laughter he was pulling from you as you struggled beneath him once again.

“Okay, okay! I get it! I’m sorry, I won’t doubt you!” You yelled in between the laughter.

He stopped sooner than you thought he would, only to quickly lean down and connect his lips to yours in a short, but sweet kiss, smiling as he pulled away and looked down at you. “I could get used to this.”

“What?”

He smirked, a glimmer in his eyes, “You like this, beneath me and out of breath.”

You glared up at him and shoved his shoulder, “Really?!”

His shoulders shook as he let out a loud laugh, and you watched his nose scrunch up cutely before he looked back down at you. “I meant from laughing, you perv.”

You gaped, laughing slightly, “Shut up, no you didn’t! You said it like that on purpose.”

He gave you a devilish smile, leaning towards you again, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. You’ll never know.”

You rolled your eyes, “I know you though.” You told him, pressing your lips to his for another chaste kiss before you relaxed into the couch below him, “I could get used to this, though.”

“And what would that be?”

“Kissing you.”

This time, you watched the color blooming on his cheeks as he chuckled nervously above you, looking away for a moment, “Me too. I’d been waiting a long time for that, too.”

 The rest of the night was spent, caged between Jungkook and the couch, while he tickled you to hear you laugh, and then letting him kiss you right after. And he loved every second of it, finally hearing you laugh- really laugh, every time his fingers made contact with your sides.

When he was getting ready to leave that night, both of you on opposite sides of your open door as you both dragged out the already long goodbye, he grinned softly down at you. “Promise me, that you’re not going to hide your laugh anymore.”

“Around you?”

He shook his head, “Around any of us. I’m serious, I want to hear it all the time.”

You sighed softly, and nodded slowly, “It’ll take a while, but I’ll try not to anymore.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close with a grin, “Good. Because if you hide it from me anymore, I will cry, knowing how beautiful it really is now.”

“You’ll cry?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

He nodded, bumping your nose with his softly, “Absolutely. And I’ll just tickle you to hear it, if I have to.”

You giggled, “What a threat, Kookie.”

He smirked and squeezed your sides, making you jump and shoot him a look, “Fuck around and find out, baby.”

Well, you fucked around, and you found out, the next time you guys were together- finally as a couple, too- and you were happy to know, that none of the guys found your laugh annoying, or loud, or ugly, and they were all happy to finally hear you actually laughing, almost as much as Jungkook was.