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YUNHO | IDOL 1N2D 46-1

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some clouds lately ☁️🫶

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SEONGHWA Lee Mujin Service 250617

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dear god this is so domestic

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just realized i forgot the part where she reaches out to san oops i added it now

take me home.

22. Emergency

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22. Emergency

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WOOYOUNG [ZERO : FEVER Part.3] Jacket Making for @myork

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yeosang · 250614

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IRENE & SEULGI - Balance Tour Seoul

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250613 NCTsmtown Twitter Update

"2025 DOYOUNG CONCERT [ Doors ] with #진지도 #GOT7 #박진영 #BLACKPINK #JISOO"

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250613 🍋 san

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SAN 250613 LEMON DROP

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omgg:( does minho really don't love reader anymore? I wanna see his point of view:(

you know what his point of view is a good idea maybe i'll write that lol but it's true. he loves her but not in a romantic way anymore :(

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ˆ꒳ˆ cuties ˆ꒳ˆ

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A drabble in which you miss Minho's cats.

Featuring: Reader & Stray Kid's Lee Know Genre: Angst

A continuation of this.

[01:39] with Minho

It's nearing two in the morning but you still lie awake turning in your bed. The alcohol from the New Years celebration still buzzing in your brain.

It's officially a new year and you can't help to recall all the events of the past year as you lay in the dark silence. It was a busy year to say the least. Two comebacks, a world tour, and end of the year festivals make the past 365 days pass in the blink of an eye.

Even when thinking of all the good memories that came with the year, you can't help but wander to the bad. It's nearing on six months since you and Minho had broke up.

Since you figured out he no longer loved you.

The first couple of weeks had been hell. You barely had the energy to get out of bed, having to redo recording takes of the new album way too many times. But life had started to roll again.

You had fun promoting your groups new album, plus a world tour where you got to preform for fans all over the world with your best friends and explore places you once only dreamed of visiting. During this time it was like the break up was only a dull pain in the back of your mind.

But when tour ended and you were back home for the holidays, the weight of it was front and center once more. You couldn't help it, but when the holidays were around you remember where you'd spent them for the past four years; with Minho and his family.

So now as you lie in bed, you can't help but think about last New Years. Your group and Stray Kids both performed and rang in the new year at a broadcast before you went to spend the night at Minho's parents.

The next morning you sat in the kitchen as him and his mother served warm rice cake soup as Doongie purred in your lap.

Oh my- oh no.

You can't help but sit up suddenly in bed. The babies, you think. You hadn't seen them in months, you never got to say goodbye.

Maybe it was the alcohol but you can't help but start to cry, throat tightening as your mind rolls uncontrollably.

They probably think I hate them, that I abandoned them. I will never get to see them again.

A sob rips from your mouth and you hurriedly reach around your bed looking for your phone. Perhaps if you were sober you would've thought twice before unlocking your phone and calling Minho. The first time in six months since he came to pick up his sweater from your dorm.

But you don't think of any of that, don't think of anything other than the fact that you can't let his cats live thinking you didn't care for them.

"Hello?" He answers after the fourth ring, confusion evident in your voice. "Minho?" You ask even though you had obviously called him. He must of heard that you were crying because he asked without hesitation, "Are you okay?"

You don't answer, a "Are you with the babies?" leaves your mouth instead as you sniffle. "Babies? I-no. I'm in Jeju with some friends."

At his answer you can't help but let out a soft cry, but you hear as Minho must move locations as it suddenly becomes quieter. "What's wrong?" He calls your name.

"I don't want them to hate me!" You sob, "I'm never going to see them again and I don't want them spending the rest of their lives thinking I left them, that I don't love them."

You hiccup trying to catch your breath as Minho is silent in return. It gives you a split second to feel embarrassed, the tears seeming to remove the alcohol from your fuzzy brain.

"I'm sorry." He finally says. For what? That his cats hate you now? That you can't see them? That he doesn't love you anymore? You aren't sure.

"Can you just tell them, please." You say quieter, calmer. "Tell them that I miss them and I didn't abandon them."

"I will." He answers steadily. "I'll let them know."

You swallow, you throat suddenly feeling dry. "Thank you." You say before hanging up the phone, throwing it on the end of your bed before walking numbly to get some water.

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The next morning your headache is not worse than the embarrassment you feel from calling your ex and crying over his cats. You should've never done that, but you feel at least a little relieved that hopefully Minho explains to them why you haven't seen them.

And it's nearly a week later when your stomach drops as Minho's name pops on your phone with a new text. You don't let yourself open it until that afternoon when you're alone in your room.

You can't help but smile when you see a picture of his three cats sitting together.

Minho: Don't worry, I told them how much you miss them and that it's my fault you don't see them anymore, not yours. They miss you too.

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