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[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

I truly hope he comes to understand how much he means to everyone, but also come to term with loving and accepting himself. I want him to be loved and supported by someone who will stay at his side, but I'm one to believe that it's hard to accept others' love for you if you don't love yourself.

@soephiphany thank you so much!

So Pretty | Bang Chan

Summary: you give Channie the love he deserves

Notes: Channie's recent live has given me sad hours and I want you all to imagine what it would be like if bang chan could receive the love and affection he absolutely needs and deserves

Warnings: none, other than the fact it's too short:(

"You are so pretty," you coo to your lover. You adjusted your position on the couch so you could lean over, cupping his cheeks between your palms and squishing them together gently.

Chan's eyelashes fluttered closed as your lips pressed soft kisses to the eyelids. "You're the beautiful one in this relationship," he mumbles.

"Hmm, while I can certainly take a compliment, you also have to learn to accept my opinion. And that is: you are the most beautiful person to ever exist."

Chan giggles at your confession, finding the embarrassment to be too overwhelming. "What are you even saying?"

He opened his doe eyes to look at you, a little sparkle flaring in them as he caught the genuine love in your eyes. You smiled sweetly, placing another peck to his face. "As you know, I'm never wrong. So I couldn't possibly be wrong about this either."

Your lover couldn't fight you anymore. He knew better than to let the moment get pushed into a deeper conversation, potentially ruining the happy mood you intentionally set for him. Instead, he watched you carefully tuck tendrils of his hair away, enjoying the way you looked at him. Your smile always made his heart light up like the starry sky.

Chan dipped his hands down to grip your waist, tugging you into his lap to hold you properly. He watched you adjust comfortably, thighs on both of his hips. He rested his hands on yours before leaning down to lay his head on you shoulder.

"Tell me I'm pretty again," he mutters quietly, eyes closing to peacefully listen to your voice.

You play with the strands of his hair softly. "You're so pretty," you whisper, humming afterwards. "So, so pretty. I could stare at you all day long. The many different shades of brown your eyes can have when they glisten in the sun. The shape of your eyebrows," you paused your words as you thought about it.

Chan let out a short laugh. "My eyebrows?"

You nod. "Yes. Your right eyebrow sticks straight up after a really good nap! But the minute I go to smooth it out, it stands right back up. And yet, it's such a handsome feature. Because it's you all natural."

Chan hums softly, truly listening and hanging onto your every word. He never thought he could hear someone compliment him and accept it. Chan found himself compelled to believe your words, despite his own internal differences.

"I love your lips, and how you've learned to tilt your head for cute pictures because your smile curls more to one side. It just fills my heart with butterflies seeing you smiling so prettily for me. I love your curly hair the most out of all the styles, no matter how unruly it may get. The soft way it lays on the top but goes crazy on the sides, practically begging for me to play with it!"

The laughter bubbling between the two of you forced him to pull away. Chan looks into your eyes to ground himself again, his lips curling into that smile you loved. "You are so charming with words."

"I wasn't done-"

"It's fine!" He cuts off quickly, hand covering your mouth. "I'm fine. I love you, and I appreciate your words. I appreciate you."

"But?" You press, finding a mischievous glint behind his eyes as you remove his hand.

"But....I need a shower. My hair needs to be washed, actually."

"Curly Chan?!" You gasped.

He nods. "Curly Chan. Please order some food because we are about to have a long night in." With a wink, your lover set you back onto the couch and ran for your shared bedroom, swiftly closing the door behind him.

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Hi! i’m so shocked that you’ve never received a request before your writing is AMAZING is there anyway i could request dad jeongin : ) i always saw him with a girl i love your dad fics because sometimes i just feel like others are so unrealistic! your an amazing writer i hope you know that love 🎀💝

I hope this is kinda what you were looking for! I'm sorry it's so short, I struggle to write for Jeongin😖

Thank you also for enjoying my writing! I try to keep it a little more towards the members personalities when I do make them🥰

P.s. I hope you don't mind me using the word "mommy" to identify y/n

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The soft creak of the bedroom floor made you hold your breath, hand automatically flying up to cover your child's mouth to silence her too. You squeezed her close, the adrenaline pumping quickly through your blood. You both lean against the white door to listen for anymore incoming sounds, only to come up short.

Suddenly, the closet door yanks open, eliciting a scream from your daughter. You gasp in surprise, looking up towards your husband as he stood over your crouched frames, a grin upon his lips. He reaches down, swiftly grabbing your child from your arms and making a quick run for it.

"You'll never catch me!" He yells over his shoulder, skillfully weaving out of the bedroom. He shared a giggle with his daughter as she playfully called out for your help. "Mommy can't save you now, little one!"

You quickly rose to your feet to follow behind them. "Stop, you thief! Hand me my baby!"

As you turn the corner, tracking the cheerful sound of the echoing giggles, you were met with the sweet image of your family smiling widely at you. Their heads poked up from behind the couch, waiting for you to catch up. Your daughter squeezed her father's head in her arms as she waited with much anticipation.

You slowly approached the furniture, reaching down to grip a pillow in your hands. "Hand over the child, and nobody gets hurt."

Jeongin flashed his pretty, innocent smile your way and shook his head. "I stole her fair and square."

You shrugged. "Well, I didn't want to do this. But it's for my daughter."

Without another word, you raised your pillow high into the air, aiming to give your husband a good thunk on the head. However, tiny little hands raise up to block your target. You pause, looking at her with full disbelief.

"Don't hurt daddy!"

Shocked, your mouth dropped open. "But baby," you whine, lowering your weapon. "He's the bad guy!" You attempted to remind your daughter of the character roles, but she stood her ground.

Jeongin smirked, peppering her tiny face with multiple kisses. "She's joined the dark side. She's mine now!"

He swooped her up, standing up and making another run for a new hiding spot. You dropped the pillow, chasing after them with a new goal in mind. Now that you had become the villain, you had to act your part.

"Don't let me catch you," you warned with a laugh. "Or I will eat you both! With a side of French fries!"

Your daughter gasped, clinging onto Jeongin tighter while glancing at you over his shoulder. "Not frenchy fries!"

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

jk I found the masterlist my headass didn’t look at the descriptor idjsbfjkkfnv

Lmfaoooooo I'm so sorry it's hard to find-- technology is hard for me 😭

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

thank you for your fluffy fics, much appreciate. 💕✨

have you written any works longer than oneshots?? do you have a masterlist or anything related I could look through?

Awwww thank you for appreciating them! I used to write longer ones awhile back but I don't update consistently enough to do it anymore. Anything I had before is incomplete and on my Wattpad. Thank you though! 🥰

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

APOLOGY VIDEOS WITH TEARS RNNNN

WHEN THEY SNAP AT YOU AFTER HAVING A BAD DAY | ot8 x reader

GENRE | angst, smau

WARNINGS | cursing, skz are kinda mean :(

NOTES | this was requested !! i hope you'll enjoy this one as well !! please feel free to send in requests for future text one shots !! sorry i posted this a little later than i meant to ‹/3

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🥺 felixxxx

CALLING FRENEMIES ! SKZ "PRETTY" | ot8 x reader

GENRE | fluff, smau

WARNINGS | cursing, ummmm i think that might be it ???

NOTES | another fake text thing woot woot !!! these are so fun and they're easy to make and a nice way to keep my blog active / filled with new writing / content (?) while i'm working on full fledged fics !! you're still welcome to send in requests for these !! i have one in my inbox that i'll be working on next hehe as always, i hope you enjoy !!

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WHEN YOU SURPRISE THEM WITH A DATE | ot8 x reader

GENRE | fluff, smau

WARNINGS | cursing, mentions of food / candy, just a lot of cuteness hehe

NOTES | eeeee i love doing fake text things like this but this is my first time doing like an ot8 thing !!! i have another one written, so if this does well i'll post that one as well <3 SEND IN REQUESTS FOR OT8 FAKE TEXT SCENARIOS !! believe it or not, i am not that creative when it comes to fake text scenarios &lt;/3

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[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Hi! Is it okay if I request a really really really short one shot. Where the reader really likes colouring books, and they mentioned that fact to Hyunjin. So on their 2nd anniversary, he gifted her a colouring book that he made about their moments together?

Idk if this has been done by someone else before but I thought it was a rlly cute idea😖

Thank you for the request! Initially, I was going to write it when I got the chance, but I truly loved the idea and kinda got carried away with it😅

You mentioned really really really short and I'm so sorry that it might be longer than you anticipated, but I still hope you are able to enjoy it! Thanks again♥️

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You couldn't explain why you felt so excited to run home that evening. You weren't sure of the reasoning yourself. Whether it was because you were finally able to see your lover after a long time apart, or because you couldn't wait to see his expression when he opened the gift you had for him. Maybe it was a mix of both, as they both centered around him. But the giddiness just kept building up, and the closer you got home, the more you fidgeted in the driver's seat.

Your second year anniversary together just happened to coincide with the day Hyunjin was returning home. It played perfectly into your plan, as your gift for him was finally finished. The small object rattled in the bag you bought, signifying its presence with every turn you took. Occasionally you reach your arm out to touch the handles of the gift bag, verifying that it truly was there and ready to be opened.

The moment you entered your apartment, your heartbeat flooded your chest. You closed the door quickly, hoping you arrived before him. You kicked off your shoes quickly, tip-toing into the living room to check the place out swiftly. Deciding it was safe, you gently place the bag onto the coffee table and turn around to leave.

"Why are you being so sneaky?" Hyunjin teases, his voice catching you off guard. He giggles at the shock spreading across your features, stepping into the room to see you better. "What do you have there?"

"You scared me!" You rest a hand to your chest, already having your heart nearly beat out of its place.

He laughs lightly, moving to wrap you tightly in his arms. "I missed you baby," he whispers.

You sighed, leaning into his tall frame to feel engulfed by his warm hug. His presence was always enough to calm you, even when it was his fault your adrenaline was through the roof. You squeezed him, nuzzling your head into his chest for a moment.

"Happy anniversary," you tell him, finally pulling away.

He repeats the words back to you, brushing back your hair from your eyes so he could see them better. "I have a surprise," he mentions, quickly pulling away to grab the item. "I want you to open mine first."

Hyunjin grabs the bag, pulling you down into the couch before placing it into your lap. He ignores your looks of interest, ushering you to take the tissue paper out. He kept his focus on your gift, waiting.

You smiled at your boyfriend, reaching to pull out the paper and see the items inside. At first, you didn't recognize it. A thin book laid inside, with a light colored cover and no title. You thanked him anyway, mentioning that you liked the colors. Still, you flipped the book open to see the inside contents.

The first page you opened caught your eye. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the white page full of intricate lines and shapes. A beautiful drawing of a picnic table with trees and a lake in the distance.

When you began to recognize the drawing, you gasped. "Hyunjin!"

He tenderly watched your eyes begin to water, rubbing your back softly. "It's a coloring book," he confesses. "I made it with our precious moments. That was the park where I asked you to be with me."

You stroke the page with a light finger. "Oh, honey. You remembered how much I missed coloring books? I only mentioned it to you that one time."

Hyunjin shrugs, feeling a blush wash over his face as you carefully look at the book he made. "Well, you always walk towards them at the store. I figured it was more personal this way."

After a moment of fauning over your gift, feeling your chest warming up at the sight, you moved to grab his own gift from you. You quickly placed it in his lap, moving the coloring book aside and wiping away your tears. "Here! Open mine now!"

He peeled away the tissue paper, slowly unraveling the wrapped up gift. Carefully, he lifted the small metal box, glancing at you before opening it. His lips parted in shock as a small tune filled the room, a sound all to familiar to the both of you.

A tiny music box played in his hands, singing your shared favorite song. He listened to it play, memorized such a small thing could sing so beautifully. Hyunjin smiled at the item, realizing just how much you two truly loved another to get such similarly sentimental gifts. He leant over to your side of the couch to share a sweet kiss, murmuring how grateful he was for you.

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

I understand and no worries <3 I loved reading ‘wake up!’ I thought you portrayed Lix so well 🥹 I wanted to request a fluffy Felix scenario where you surprise him on stage after being apart for months and you guys get really emotional and clingy with each other <33 Ty!

Omg that is such a cute idea! When I get the chance I'll work on it~~ thank you so much♥️♥️

Oh also: thank you for reading and enjoying Wake Up! I could really imagine Lix in that scenario 🥹🙄

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

I love your writing sm!! 🥰 do you accept requests?

Oh thank you! I have never received a request before, but you're more than welcome to make one! I don't write anything 18+ and you'll have to give me some time to write because I work full time and a mom😊

I feel super special that you're interested in making a request from me tho🥹

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Wake up! | Lee Felix

Summary: when Felix is sleeping peacefully, but you'd rather give him all your love!

Notes: @alyszaen idk wtf this is but plz read it

Warnings: cheesy cuteness

"Are you awake?"

The whisper of your words caused Felix to stir, shifting his head slightly as he unconsciously rolled away from the sound. You smiled at the movement, biting your lip to stop the giggles from escaping. You waited a moment before asking him again, anticipating for him to wake at the sound of your voice.

You snuggled into his side, pressing your forehead to his cheek as you buried your face into his neck. You sighed contently, softly humming in satisfaction at the comfort he brought you. "I love you," you tell him happily.

Your nuzzled head caused your hair to tickle his skin, forcing Felix to wake. He turned his head to the side, lips meeting your forehead instead. "Hi," he says. His voice vibrated slightly against you as he continued, "good morning."

Not finding anymore restraint in yourself, you swung your free arm around his waist and tucked him even further into your chest. "You are so warm!" You gasp.

Felix chuckles, closing his eyes as he feels you grip his sides to keep him close. "You're awfully cuddly this morning," he remarks.

You couldn't help yourself. The way he slept peacefully beside you after a long time apart had you craving to hold him closer than ever. It was rare that you woke before him, leaving you to blame the jet leg for the time you spent waiting. You even tried to occupy yourself with your phone, debating on whether it was worth it or not to ruin his sleep. But the longer he slept away, the more inpatient you became. He was so close to you, and you couldn't squeeze him in your arms.

Lifting your head and pulling back, you looked down to Felix with a soft smile. "You're so cute, you know that?" You reach to place a finger to his cheek, tenderly tracing down the skin to his jaw. "Such a handsome man."

Felix opened his eyes to look at you, amused. "You're acting weird."

You giggle, shaking your head. "I'm not!" You defend, leaning down to place a kiss to his cheek. "I just really, really missed you!" You finished the sentence with three or four other pecks, finding it hard to resist from doing more.

Felix began to laugh at your antics, his cheeks rising high as he attempted to pull away from you. Although, your grip on his waist never loosened. He reached his right hand over you, placing it on the small of your back to smother you into him, hoping it would cease the kisses that seemed to become more slobbery.

"Let me sleep!" He cries out in laughter, holding your head to his clothed chest with his left arm. He felt you wiggle around at the change of positions, now locked in his grasp. Unsatisfied, he outstretched his legs, wrapping them around your own and pinning you down.

Another wiggle attempt forced him to flip you both over, knees on either side of your legs and arms beside your head. He caged you in, leaning over your body as he tried to regain his strength enough to prevent you from moving again. His face stayed lowered to yours, watching.

You beamed up at your lover, excited to have his full attention. "What's wrong, honey? Don't like my kisses?"

Felix grinned back at you. "Let's see how you like it!"

Your eyes widened in shock as you realized you finally lost control of the situation. You raised your hands to block his face from meeting yours, but you weren't quick enough. In a second, Felix licked his lips and bent down enough to land a big, loud and wet kiss to your cheek. You squealed in surprise, feeling the disgust wash over you.

"Ew!"

Felix didn't stop. He spread his own slobbery kisses all over your face. Your eyelids, cheeks, eyebrows, chin-every inch of your skin was covered with his lips. Your hands met the back of his head, threading your fingers through the long hair as you attempted to hold his face away. The more you turned away, the more he tried to kiss you.

Finally satisfied with his work, he pulled back enough to gauge your expression. He smirked proudly. "Just wanted to return the affection, babe."

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks," you respond dryly. Your one hand came to your face to wipe anything left over. "I really appreciate it."

Felix hummed softly, catching your gaze as you both began to settle. His eyes sparkle with love as he leant his head back down, this time meeting your lips in a gentle kiss. His soft hand rested against your cheek, prompting you to lean against the warmth. You tilted his head exactly where you needed him with your fingers still in his hair.

"I missed you so much," you confess honestly.

Felix rests his forehead against yours. "So did I," he admits as well. "Every night, every day. But I'm so glad to be home again with you here."

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Little Old Library|Seungmin

Summary: bf!Seungmin takes you on a walk to see one the biggest historical libraries

Notes: I'm sorry if the information is a little off, I've never been to Dublin before😅

Warnings: I've literally never written a full Seungmin fic before I am so sorry

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"Take a walk with me."

You look up at the sound of your lover's voice, head cocking to the side ever so slightly. "A walk?" You bemused.

Seungmin nods, hand reaching out to yours to lift you off the couch. He could understand your hesitancy, as you had done plenty of walking the days prior. You declared just yesterday evening that you were officially done walking the area, tired and sore from not packing the right shoes. Now, he offers to go again, unprompted.

He grabbed his long brown coat, draping it carefully over his shoulders before doing the same to yours. Satisfied, he took your hand and led you down the black spiral stairs and out of the motel. The once-foreign town was becoming familiar with each passing day of your vacation. Every tourist attraction was nearby and accessible by foot. The long rows and rows of apartments and businesses in brown buildings was what made the walk worth it. Eventually, you came across a bus that led you to the needed destination.

Seungmin walked hand in hand with you, adjusting the black bag on his shoulders after exiting the bus. "We are here!"

You look around for signs, a little bewildered at the large building before you. "Where are we?"

Although this location wasn't on your list of to-dos, Seungmin's encouragement to check it out was hard to ignore. He tugs you along silently, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He paused his movements upon getting closer to the large tower before him.

"Wow, this is beautiful!" Your eyes couldn't help but wander around, not recognizing anything. The old tower with a dome-shape top bore a gilded cross and articulate designs all over. The design was meant for a bell tower, now an arch many people were underneath to cross sections of the land.

"This is the Campanile," your boyfriend explains softly, watching you with light eyes as you look around. "A bell tower made in 1853. It's part of the Trinity College; the buildings are just on the other side."

Impressed with the sudden overflow of knowledge, you send a smirk his way. "Look who decided to do research beforehand," you teased, patting the lips of his jacket against his chest.

Seungmin rolled his eyes with a tsk. "If I didn't tell you any of this, you'd wonder why we're here."

Surprised to know there was more to anticipate, you followed closely behind him as he began to move forward again. You couldn't help but be in awe of your surroundings, the historical buildings designed so intricately you could see it from far away. There was many others stopping to snap photos, probably none knowing nearly the same amount of information your boyfriend did of the landmark.

Finally, after small stops to sightsee different rooms, he took you into the place he truly wanted you to see. He warned you ahead, hoping to prepare your heart, that pictures could never describe the feeling of it in person. And while he didn't mind taking photos with you before, he wanted you to enjoy the sight you were about to see.

"You're so dramatic," you laugh at him, rolling your eyes. "What could possibly be so amazing-oh my God."

Your words stopped in your mouth upon the sight of the large room. Rows and rows, shelves upon shelves, all stacked with neatly placed books. The hallway lined with signs to signafy where to go in case one got lost in the maze-like building. A library so large, a bookworm would never leave.

Seungmin happily watched the sparkle glow in your eyes. "This is only part of it," he informs you with a smile. "But it's the largest. 'The Long Room in the Old Library'."

"How did you find something so amazing?" You gasped in excitement, unsure where you land your eyes first. The overwhelming feeling of the large arches towering over you, hallway after hallway filled to the brim with books, had you near tears of joy.

He followed behind you as you went to the left side first, softly gazing at you with pride. Min was proud to make you so thrilled to see the library, feeling as if he accomplished something huge. Although aware you weren't willing to do anything on the last day of your vacation, he just knew he'd regret it if he didn't drag you there. Seeing you smile so brightly, calling him over to your side to see the books together, his heart warmed.

"These books must be a million years old!" You gasped.

"Something like that," he agrees. "They have copies of all works published in Ireland. Dating back to like, 1801."

Your eyes widened. "That's insane." After a moment to sink in the information, you glanced at your lover from the corner of your eye. "Is this why you stayed up so late last night?"

A sudden sheepish look skimmed across his features. "No," he lies, tearing his gaze from yours. He clears his throat, attempting to move to a new section of books to change your attention.

After a moment, the two of you began to hold hands again to stroll down the hallway with interest. Seungmin played with your fingers occasionally, finding it soothing to have you right there beside him at all times. The pride that bubbled in his chest didn't go away, even during that evening when you both lied in bed and settled down for the next day. It stayed there, simmering alongside the content your smile made his heart.

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

I couldn't agree more! Chan is the most precious being and I hope he understands how much we love and appreciate him. He really is a beautiful soul♥️

So Pretty | Bang Chan

Summary: you give Channie the love he deserves

Notes: Channie's recent live has given me sad hours and I want you all to imagine what it would be like if bang chan could receive the love and affection he absolutely needs and deserves

Warnings: none, other than the fact it's too short:(

"You are so pretty," you coo to your lover. You adjusted your position on the couch so you could lean over, cupping his cheeks between your palms and squishing them together gently.

Chan's eyelashes fluttered closed as your lips pressed soft kisses to the eyelids. "You're the beautiful one in this relationship," he mumbles.

"Hmm, while I can certainly take a compliment, you also have to learn to accept my opinion. And that is: you are the most beautiful person to ever exist."

Chan giggles at your confession, finding the embarrassment to be too overwhelming. "What are you even saying?"

He opened his doe eyes to look at you, a little sparkle flaring in them as he caught the genuine love in your eyes. You smiled sweetly, placing another peck to his face. "As you know, I'm never wrong. So I couldn't possibly be wrong about this either."

Your lover couldn't fight you anymore. He knew better than to let the moment get pushed into a deeper conversation, potentially ruining the happy mood you intentionally set for him. Instead, he watched you carefully tuck tendrils of his hair away, enjoying the way you looked at him. Your smile always made his heart light up like the starry sky.

Chan dipped his hands down to grip your waist, tugging you into his lap to hold you properly. He watched you adjust comfortably, thighs on both of his hips. He rested his hands on yours before leaning down to lay his head on you shoulder.

"Tell me I'm pretty again," he mutters quietly, eyes closing to peacefully listen to your voice.

You play with the strands of his hair softly. "You're so pretty," you whisper, humming afterwards. "So, so pretty. I could stare at you all day long. The many different shades of brown your eyes can have when they glisten in the sun. The shape of your eyebrows," you paused your words as you thought about it.

Chan let out a short laugh. "My eyebrows?"

You nod. "Yes. Your right eyebrow sticks straight up after a really good nap! But the minute I go to smooth it out, it stands right back up. And yet, it's such a handsome feature. Because it's you all natural."

Chan hums softly, truly listening and hanging onto your every word. He never thought he could hear someone compliment him and accept it. Chan found himself compelled to believe your words, despite his own internal differences.

"I love your lips, and how you've learned to tilt your head for cute pictures because your smile curls more to one side. It just fills my heart with butterflies seeing you smiling so prettily for me. I love your curly hair the most out of all the styles, no matter how unruly it may get. The soft way it lays on the top but goes crazy on the sides, practically begging for me to play with it!"

The laughter bubbling between the two of you forced him to pull away. Chan looks into your eyes to ground himself again, his lips curling into that smile you loved. "You are so charming with words."

"I wasn't done-"

"It's fine!" He cuts off quickly, hand covering your mouth. "I'm fine. I love you, and I appreciate your words. I appreciate you."

"But?" You press, finding a mischievous glint behind his eyes as you remove his hand.

"But....I need a shower. My hair needs to be washed, actually."

"Curly Chan?!" You gasped.

He nods. "Curly Chan. Please order some food because we are about to have a long night in." With a wink, your lover set you back onto the couch and ran for your shared bedroom, swiftly closing the door behind him.

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Pairing : idol!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : pregnancy ; unplanned pregnancy ; Minho is a jerk ; general angst ; fluffy ending ; Word Count : 6.3k Request : AHHH THANK YOU!! im happy that you like my request🥺🥺🥺🤍 hm bang chan would be good! he’s my bias after all HAHHAH buttt honestly speaking, i’d more than love to read about seungmin’s, minho’s or felix’s too <3 take your time!! A/N : the Minho gif came from this blog!!

Late… You were rarely ever late. You always kept track to make sure that you were on time and this month was no different. The little alerts had gone off from your calendar, and it’s not like you were under a lot of stress or anything that would cause any shifts… You were just… Late. 

The first day hadn’t exactly bothered you as much, the second day began to worry you, but now you were a week in and you still hadn’t gotten it and you were starting to panic… At least to yourself. Your boyfriend, who was usually just as on top of your monthly cycle as you were, was busy with his own schedule, making sure that he was prepared for the group's next big comeback. He didn’t have time to worry about something like this… That’s why you did your best to keep your panicking to a minimum when he was around. It’s not like you knew for certain anyway… Not yet at least. 

“Going to the store… Need anything?” You asked from the doorway, already slipping your shoes on. He was sitting on the couch, he looked so comfortable, you didn’t want to bother him by even letting him know where you were going, but you also knew that if you left without a word it would worry him. 

He looked up, running his hands through his hair as he let out a small yawn before shaking his head no. “You want me to go with you? You know that I don’t like you carrying a bunch of bags in by yourself, especially if I’m literally right here to help you do it.” He was already starting to get up off the couch, but you held your hands out, waving them at him before motioning for him to sit back down. 

“Lady things… I have to get lady things. That’s all. Just one bag.” You held up one finger, and he slowly sunk back into the couch, watching you grab the keys off the hook. He was clearly questioning you, the way you reacted, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed as he stared, and you didn’t want him to think too hard about it so you quickly ran over to him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you, I’ll be back soon.” 

He hummed against your lips, and you felt the corners of his pull up before you pulled back, his hands firmly grasping your waist. “Love you too, babe… Be careful. Call me if you need anything… Okay?” You nodded in agreement before backing up and going back to the entryway, going back to putting on your shoes before going out the front door and taking a deep breath. You had dodged a bullet there… But there was a bigger one coming, the size of a missile, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to dodge it now. 

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, the tests lined up along the back of the toilet, all of them face down. Thankfully Minho had been called into work at the last minute, and while he had been grumpy about it, you promised him dinner when he got back home and that had made him calm down enough to not question why you were trying so hard to get to the bathroom so quickly. 

The five minutes that it said it would take on the box felt more like 30 as you watched the timer on your phone slowly countdown. Your legs were bouncing nervously and you tried to focus on literally anything but your phone and the little white sticks that would inevitably decide your future. You couldn’t be pregnant… Right? Of course, there was always the chance… And it’s not like you and Minho had used protection the last couple times that you did it. Not that the both of you were trying… But with his busy schedule, the last thing that the two of you thought of was making sure to keep things like this happening. Whenever you had the chance to be together, you both were going at it… And that’s why you were sitting where you were at right now, chewing nervously on your fingernails as the timer on your phone got to 3… 2…1…

You stopped the alarm before it could go off and flipped the sticks over. Your breath had been held the entire time, and once the sticks were turned, it felt like you were going to be sick. Bright pink double lines seemed to be staring up at you, perfectly contrasted by the bright white of the stick. This wasn’t what you wanted to see, it wasn’t what you wanted at all, at least not right now… But here it was… The answer to your question as clear as a neon sign in your shaky hands. 

Even with the tests, it took you another five minutes after staring at them to really comprehend what was going on, to truly let it set in that this was not a dream and you truly were pregnant. It’s crazy though how, you had always wanted children, it’s not like the thought of being pregnant was inherently bad for you, it’s just the fact that it was so unplanned and you weren’t sure how Minho would take it. He had never said anything against you having his children, he even seemed to get slightly excited when the prospect of it was brought up… Why were you worried? The both of you knew that you were each other’s person, there was no one else that either of you could see each other even tolerating. He’d be fine… Maybe a little bit shocked at first, but fine at the end of it all. 

The front door clicked with the undoing of the lock and then the sound of keys jingling as he pulled them from the keyhole and pushed the door open, the entire time your head had been perked up to watch him come in. 

Dinner had been prepared, the table set, the pot on the stove set to a low simmer just to keep the food hot when he came in. You wanted everything to be perfect for him, his mood would… should be just right for when you delivered the news. “Dinner smells amazing, darling.” He commented from the front landing, pulling his shoes off before falling down onto the couch beside you and immediately pulling you close to him. “Have you eaten yet?” He murmured as he hugged you tight against him, his face buried in your hair. 

“Mnn nn…” You mumbled out your answer against his chest, pulling back enough to look at him. His eyes had bags underneath, he looked tired, but other than that he seemed happy, he looked happy. “Do you want to go eat now?” You chirped, the nerves kicking in now, knowing that if you followed your own plan, you’d be telling him very soon. 

“Yes please.” He practically groaned, his head falling back before his arm was pulled away from you and he got up off the couch, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet as well and then ushering you to the kitchen. “So what did you do today? Looks like you cleaned a lot… You didn’t have to do that. I like cleaning with you.” He pulled his chair out and sunk down into it as you transferred the pot from the stove to the middle of the table. 

“You were called in so randomly, I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything else when you came home…” You gave him a small smile as you sat across from him, moving the spoon in his direction so he could eat first. “Did they work you too hard today?” 

He snorted softly as he lifted the spoon, filling his bowl with the soup before looking up at you. “As hard as they usually do, yup.” He commented through his chuckles as he took a bite, his eyes closing and a muted moan coming through his closed lips as he chewed. “You must’ve worked yourself very hard today, this soup is amazing.” 

You sighed softly, your cheeks rising slightly with a smile as you thanked him quietly. “I have uhm…” Your heart was beating so loud, but you knew that you had to tell him, this wasn’t something that you could just hide from him until the baby came out in 9 months. “I have news… to tell you…” 

His eyes lifted from his bowl, his chopsticks pausing just outside his mouth as he stared at you. “What is it? Are you gonna come to the comeback show?” He asked, and you nodded in agreement to his question although that wasn’t the news that you were going to tell him, but you had been planning on going. “Perfect. I’ll do way better with you there, darling.” 

“I have… more news to tell you.” You whispered, dropping your hands from the table to nervously rub your thighs, your palms becoming sweaty just from the buildup to this. His eyes were bright as he looked at you expectantly, waiting for the news to leave your lips. “I’m… I’m pregnant.” You breathed out the words, your heart frozen as you waited for his reaction. 

He blinked once… twice… the sparkle in his eyes fading every time they closed and reopened, his smile slowly dropping until his lips were set in a straight line. “Okay… And?” The reaction was… definitely not what you had expected. You didn’t even know how he was feeling, his words, his face, it gave you no answer. 

“I just… wanted to let you know…” You murmured, dropping your eyes back down to your soup bowl and finally taking the first bite. He was still looking at you, you could feel it even, and then he let out a sigh, his chopsticks hitting the edge of the bowl had you slowly glancing up at him. 

“Picked a really good time to tell me… I have so much going on already and now I have to worry about this.” He grumbled and your eyes wavered as you tried to process what he was saying, what he was talking about. It’s not like he was the one carrying the baby, there wasn’t even anything that he had to do right now. 

“Just… pretend I didn’t tell you…” You looked back down into your bowl, stirring the vegetables as you shook your head. “I’m sorry… I should have waited until after the comeback.” 

He ran his hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair. “My entire life is busy, Y/N. I don’t have time for a kid, I don’t have time to worry about this.” He motioned to you, but his hands were slightly lower and you knew that he was talking about the baby. “I won’t be able to sleep, I’ll… I mean… What the fuck.” 

Now you were blinking blankly at him, your heart frozen in the deepest pit of your stomach. “Wh-What do you want me to do? I’m… I’d wake up with the baby… I’d take care of it… I don’t… I don’t know what you want me to do. I thought…” Your breathing was becoming heavier and you shivered under his intense gaze. 

“We’re not married… hell, we’re not even engaged yet! What will the company think? Do you know what they’d do to me? They could kick me out of the group! And my family… Oh my god. I already have three cats to take care of and… I can’t do this.” He pushed away from the table, going straight to the door, not even putting his shoes on, just picking them up off the floor and heading out the door like he couldn’t wait to be away from you, leaving you at the table gasping for breaths as tears streamed down your face. 

Minho had gone to the dorms, going to his only hyung for advice on what to do. Of course, Chan was more level headed then any of the other guys would be, he saw things from every direction, every perspective, and after listening to his advice for over two hours, Minho knew he had made a mistake. He had been with you for two years, not on and off, a straight two years, he was absolutely head over heels for you. It’s not even like he didn’t want children, he did, and he wanted them with you. Having it all laid out for him like that, it really opened his eyes. 

Two days, he only stayed at the dorms for two days and one night, giving you the time he assumed you’d need to calm down because he was sure that you’d be angry at him. He couldn’t even imagine how you must’ve felt and he’s been kicking himself over it every hour, every second of every day. He had tried to text you, just to check up on you to see how you were doing, but you didn’t respond. He understood. He had tried to call you at night, he listened to each ring until it finally went to voicemail, and that too, he understood. You didn’t want to talk to him… He’d just have to suck it up and deal with it. 

Street lights illuminated the road as he drove back home, and he was sure there wouldn’t be dinner waiting for him like there was the night that he had left. Of course, he shouldn’t be expecting it, he shouldn’t be expecting anything of you after what he had said. He was expecting you to still be there though, that was the one thing he hadn’t been prepared for. The house completely empty of your physical presence, yet the pictures still hang on the walls. You had been there, but you were gone now. A thorough search of the house only proved what he already knew. 

His phone was immediately pulled out, texting you again to ask where you were, and when a response didn’t come in within five seconds, he was calling you and leaving messages until your voicemail box was full. Were you doing the same thing he did? Maybe you were just going to be gone for a day or two and then you’d be back. He sent one more text. “Darling, I’m home. I know you’re upset, but I want to talk to you. I’ll wait for you.” 

And wait he did, for a day, then two, then a week… Then a month, then two, then three… You weren’t coming back. He had called your parents and they had told him that you weren’t there, although he was sure they were just lying for you considering they didn’t sound worried. They were covering for you, you didn’t want to see him. That didn’t stop him from going over to your parents house to try to see you though. Every time he did, the door would be cracked open, just enough for someone, anyone but you to peek out and tell him that you weren’t there. 

He was getting pissed, especially during the one trip he made during the winter, six months after you had left without even a single word spoken to him since, your snow boots clearly sitting on the front porch. “Just let me fucking see her! I know she’s here!” He shouted, slamming his fists against the door to try to push it open, but your father pushed against him and swiftly locked it, leaving Minho a frustrated crying mess on the porch. 

The worst part was not knowing what was going on, not knowing how you were doing, not knowing how the baby was doing. Were you still even pregnant? He hated not knowing, but the worst part was that the one thing he did know was that it was his fault that all of this was happening. 

He became absolutely ruthless during practice, laying into anyone that messed up a routine, yelling if someone simply even misstepped. He couldn’t help it, it felt like he was in shambles, his entire life was falling apart. He was going to be a dad, that much he knew, but he didn’t know anything else and that made him feel worse. 

“You need to calm down.” Bangchan said as Minho stood off to the side, breathing heavily after practicing as hard as he could, the only thing that kept his mind off of you. “Have you tried calling around the OB’s? Maybe they’ll tell you which one she’s at and you can meet her there.” 

“That’s fucking stupid.” Minho muttered, running a hand through his sweat drenched hair. “They’re not going to give me that information, you know that. She doesn’t want to see me anyway… I’m gonna have a kid in a month… if it’s not already here yet… And I don’t know anything about it.” He was huffing, it almost sounded like he was hyperventilating. “Just leave me alone… I want to be alone.” 

“You’re being hard headed. Have you tried to talk to her at all?” Bangchan foolishly questioned, and Minho whipped his head in the leader's direction, his jaw set and his fists clenched at his sides. 

“The fuck kind of question is that?! Of course I’ve tried to talk to her! I’ve almost had the cops called on me at her parents house because I tried to get in. I’ve tried everything!” He shouted, pushing against Chan to try to get him to the door. “Leave me the fuck alone. I want to be alone.” 

There was nothing else that Chan could say as he was literally being shoved out of the room. He knew this couldn’t go on any longer though. Minho could barely even sing, they were in the process of recording a new album and it seemed like he would read into the lyrics of every single song and find a way to attribute them to you. He’d start crying and having to take breaks, but his dances were almost violent… He was becoming violent. 

You sat in the rocking chair in the nursery that had been set up in the guest room at your parents house, looking over the ultrasound pictures of your daughter that was bound to come out any day now. Your parents were out right now, both of them working while you were on your break from working at home. It was one of the many perks of your job. When you had gotten further along in your pregnancy your boss told you to just stay home, allowing you to take your work laptop home with you. 

Just as you were about to head back into your room/office to get back to work, the doorbell rang. The last person you thought it would be was Minho, he hadn’t tried to see you since December and it was February now. It had been almost 2 months since you’ve heard his voice shouting from the other side of the front door. That’s why you got up as fast as you could, waddling your way down the stairs and pulling the door open. 

“Jisung?” You said, although it was more of a question as you stared at the sheepish man on your porch. “What are you doing here?” You looked around, checking to see if Minho was there as well, but Jisung shook his head as if he could tell what you were thinking. 

“He’s not here. It’s just me.” He said, and then you felt his eyes scan over you, slightly bulging when they landed on your stomach. “You uh… You’re like… Pregnant pregnant. When are you due?” 

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the door and shaking your head at his question. “Why are you here? Seriously… I don’t need you to be Minhos minion. He chose this, he left, he didn’t want her so he doesn’t get me.” Jisungs lips parted into a small ‘o’ and you mentally cursed yourself for letting that small piece of information loose. 

“It’s a girl? Wow… a niece…” He whispered, but he let out a small sigh. “I’m not here for Minho. I’m here because of Minho. He’s being an ass, he’s actually scary. Not even I can calm him down, and he went off on Chan yesterday.” He seemed so nervous being there and, after 2 years of being with Minho, you knew the rest of the guys just as well as you knew your boyfriend. Jisung surely wasn’t enjoying this, and you felt bad for him. He had come here on his own to try to talk to you, to save the rest of the guys from Minhos rage. 

You stepped back from the door, letting him through and showing him to the living room. “Let me just tell my boss that something came up…” You sighed, waiting for him to sit down before waddling into the kitchen and texting your boss. Out of all the guys, you knew Jisung the most, you had hung out with him and Minho the most, you were closer to him than any of the other guys and that’s why you felt a little less uncomfortable with him being here. “Do you need anything to drink? Water? Tea?” You called from the kitchen and he shouted out a ‘no’, but you still grabbed two cups and filled them with water before returning. “What’s he been doing?” You asked, letting out a little grunt as you lowered yourself down into the chair. 

Jisungs hands moved out as if to help you, and you shook your head, letting out a little giggle once you were settled in. “He’s… He’s vicious. He yells at everyone and he’s so short fused… It’s scary. He’s scary.” His hands slid over his face before his palms slapped against his lap. “He misses you and he’s angry with himself and he’s taking it out on everyone else. We don’t know what to do… just… Can you talk to him? Please?” 

You knew that this was coming, you knew the request was going to come, but you didn’t know things were this bad for them. You felt awful, and it’s not like it was directly your fault, but you were the only one that could fix things. “Fine…” You relented, taking a deep breath before holding your hand out. “Let me use your phone, I left mine in the kitchen.” Jisung nodded, about to get up from the couch, but you shook your head. “No… I want to use your phone. I don’t want him to know my number.” You pushed your palm out further and Jisung looked a little dumbfounded at your persistence but let it go, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialing Minhos number. 

“He’s her father… What if he wants to keep in touch with you to know about how she’s doing?” Jisung asked quietly as the phone rang. It was put on speaker phone in the center of the table so that you both could talk and you both could listen. “I think you should let him have your number.” 

“He said he was too busy for this life, again, it was his choice and I’m just following through with it. I’m doing him a favor.” You hissed, not wanting him to hear you immediately just in case he did answer. “He can’t just say what he said and then decide later that he messed up.” 

“It wasn’t decided later though, it only took two days for him to come back and realize he screwed up. You were already gone.” Jisung retorted and your mouth snapped shut as you leaned back further on the couch, your arms wrapping around your stomach to cradle it. 

“You don’t understand what it felt like… for him to just decide that he didn’t want this and walk out… that hurt, Jisung. He put the company and the group first, and fine… he knew you guys longer… I get that… But this is a child and it’s my child… and I’m gonna protect her.” You whispered, a soft sigh flowing through your nose as you looked at the phone that was still ringing in the middle of the coffee table. “He’s not answering. This was pointless. I think you should go now.” 

“For fucks sake, I thought you’d give up if I didn’t answer on the first three rings.” Minhos voice rang through the speaker and the sound of it had your heart stopping. He sounded so… angry. You had never heard him sound like that before. “What do you want? Make it fast, I’m busy.” 

Jisung looked at you but you shook your head, motioning for him to talk first and he rolled his eyes, leaning forward to be closer to the mic. “I’m uh… I’m over…” He looked to you and you shook your head faster, your eyes wide, knowing that if Jisung said it right now the call would end and Minho would be racing over. “How are you feeling right now? I was wondering if you wanted to go meet up for coffee or something?” 

Minho scoffed loudly and you heard the light shuffle of his feet and heavy breaths, he must’ve been practicing again. “How am I feeling? Like shit, Jisung! I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know what she’s doing, I don’t know anything about the baby. Does she still… Is she still pregnant? Did she have the baby? Did she have to do it by herself? I don’t know shit and I’m losing my fucking mind. So no, I don’t want to meet up for coffee, I don’t want to do anything.” 

Jisungs teeth gritted together nervously as he stared at you, but you were silent, your eyes staring down at the little waves that moved in your stomach from your daughter kicking. “She didn’t have her yet…” Jisung murmured, and your eyes widened as they shot up to look at him. “What? What am I supposed to say?! You won’t say anything!” He practically shouted at you and you felt your chest tighten as angry tears threatened to fall. 

“What am I supposed to say!? I haven’t talked to him in 8 fucking months!” You shouted back, your face falling into your hands as you took a deep breath. You heard nothing from Minhos end though, an incredible silence coming through the speakers before he cleared his throat. 

“Are you… there? You’re with her? Is that Y/N?” Minho stammered, and then you could hear a gust of wind as if he were running, and you knew that if he was, he’d probably be at your front door in an hour or less. “When… Why are you there?! What are you doing there?! Why are you with her?!” 

You rolled your eyes at his screaming and Jisung threw his hands up in disbelief, letting his head fall against the back cushions of the couch. “Because you’ve been an asshole and they came to me hoping that I could cure you of that.” You answered and you heard Jisung snicker to himself at your response. “What crawled up your ass? Why are you taking it out on them?” 

“I…” Minho started and you heard a car door open and then slam shut as the engine roared to life. “Well wouldn’t you be pissed if you had a baby and you haven’t gotten to see a picture and ultrasound… I haven’t heard a heartbeat or anything! I’m pissed!” You heard the phone hit the steering wheel as his car peeled out of the parking spot. 

“Don’t hold your phone and drive, idiot!” You scolded and as if on command you heard the phone get thrown onto the passenger seat. You huffed loudly before speaking. “You walked out on me, you chose your job. I wasn’t going to force you to be a parent when you clearly weren’t ready to be one.” You explained, and you heard him groan loudly through the speaker. 

“I was gone for two days! You were gone when I came back! You’ve been gone for 8 fucking months!” He screeched, and then you heard him slam on the brakes as horns went off all around him. Your heart stopped momentarily before he started ranting out curses at whoever had messed up on the road. “I thought we’d be able to talk about things but no! You went to your parents house and had them lie to me! I almost had the cops called on me just to see you!” 

You quickly covered your mouth to stifle your laughter, remembering the look of shock on his face as you watched from the top window. “Well you tried to punch through the door! You scared my dad!” You said between giggles, and even Jisung started to chuckle now. 

“It’s not funny! Do you know how many restraining orders I would have broken to see you and the baby?!” He screeched, but even he seemed to be calming down, the lengthy breath he let out shook with silent laughter. “So how are you feeling?” 

The sudden shift in tone had you pursing your lips, hating to admit to yourself that you missed him. You missed the goofy bickering, the way he cared about you, the way he’d look at you as if you were the only woman in the entire universe. “I’m feeling- What the hell?” The line went dead before you had the chance to finish, and you knew how Minho drove when he was in a hurry, your heart lurched into your throat as you moved to get up off the couch. “H-Help me up…” You reached out your hand to Jisung who began to panic when he saw you. 

It’s not like you knew the first thing that you were going to do, but you were gonna go out on the road to look for him, to make sure he was okay. “Yeah… Yeah I’ll get your shoes just… Hold up…” Jisung stammered, looking around the room cluelessly until you pointed to the little cupboard box near the entryway and he rushed over, grabbing the first pair of shoes he saw. 

The click of the front doorknob turning had you immediately defending yourself and Jisungs presence. “It’s okay dad… I’m gonna be back soon. I have to go find Minho… I think… I’m worried about him and I still love him and I want him to be a part of her life…” You explained breathlessly as you tied your shoes before sitting up once more and turning to look at the door. 

There Minho stood, his eyes squinted with the cockiest smile as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets. “Never heard you call me dad before… I don’t know if I like it or not yet.” He teased, toeing his shoes off next to the door before walking over to where you sat. “I’m glad you still love me though, woulda been weird to have to take you on all the first dates over again with the baby in the stroller.” The teasing tone was gone when his attention turned to Jisung who was sitting on the floor next, having helped you put your shoes on. “Did you really come here just to tell her I’ve been an asshole?” 

“Uhm… Yeah? Because you were being a really big asshole. Needed that shit to stop, so I went to the only person who would be able to stop it.” He motioned towards you with both of his hands, the usual Jisung smile on his face as he did. “And aren’t you happy? I mean, if I didn’t come here you probably would still be trying to get past her parents and you would have missed the birth of your daughter. So, I feel like you should be thanking me. And even if you won’t say it out loud… You’re welcome.” He pushed himself up off the floor, patting your head before walking over to the door and letting himself out. “I feel like you two have a lot of catching up to do, so I will be leaving. See you later!” 

Now that Jisung was gone, it felt like the comedic relief that the two of you needed had left as well, leaving an awkward film lingering in the air as you and Minho stared at each other. “You uh… you look like you’re really close. How much longer?” He asked nervously now, lowering down onto the arm of the couch to get a better view of you and your stomach. 

“About two weeks…” You murmured, swallowing thickly as you thought about it. “I’ve been going to the lamaze classes and doing the little breathing exercises to get ready… It was just hard to be at the classes since I was the only one there alone.” Minho nodded slowly, his heart aching at the thought of you going through all of this by yourself. “Her room is all set up though… Me and my dad worked on it for a while… I kept getting tired.” 

“So… you’ll be staying here?” He hated that… You and his daughter being so far away from him. It took him an hour to get there from the office, and his house was another hour in the opposite direction. He didn’t want to have to drive two hours just to see you and his baby. “I… You know… I didn’t know that she would be… A girl… But… I’ve been hoping and preparing… I’ve got a room set up for her too. It made me feel a little better… I even got the clothes and the diapers and stuff.” 

Your thumbs twirled around each other as you looked away from him. You knew that at some point it would need to be brought up, you just hadn’t had the chance to really prep what you were going to say to him. “I love you, Minho… But I never planned on going back to you.” You heard the sharp gasp be pushed from his lungs at the revelation. “It wasn’t to hurt you though… I know how important your job is to you. I was doing it to protect you, to protect the guys. I wasn’t going to hide her from you, or keep her from you forever… But I needed to get myself used to doing this on my own so that I didn’t feel like I had to depend on you. I was doing it for me… For her…” 

He slipped off the arm of the couch to fall on the cushion beside you, his hand hesitantly raising before lowering it down on your stomach, his thumb lightly brushing along the fabric that hung loosely over it. “My job is important… But it’s not more important than you, and it’s definitely not more important than her. One day the group is going to be done… And sure, I’ll still have the guys, but I don’t want to be the one sitting around while they all have families of their own… I don’t want to be the one alone while knowing that I do have a family… I just pushed them away. I don’t want you to do this on your own either… You shouldn’t have to. I want to be here, Y/N. I want to be her father… And I want to be your… Your husband.” 

Marriage had never been a topic that the two of you went too far in depth into when it got brought up, you both would ever so lightly touch base on it and then quickly move onto the next topic. It’s not that you didn’t want to get married, it just didn’t seem like an important thing to do during the two years that you had been dating. The only time that it had been seriously brought up was during that talk eight months ago that led to this.

He pulled the box out of his pocket, chuckling softly to himself as he looked at it. “You know… I brought this with me every single time I came to try and see you…” He commented as he opened it up, revealing a thin silver band with the smallest diamond on top. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with, no one else I’d rather be starting my family with. I don’t care what management will say, I don’t care what anyone says… I don’t care what happens, as long as I get to be with you and her… So please… Will you say yes? I want to at least try to do this the right way…” 

You sniffled softly, looking down at your hand that the ring was supposed to be placed on, wiggling your finger, it was so easy to imagine what it would look like once it was slipped on. “You make it so hard to hate you, Lee Minho…” You mumbled, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your shirt before letting your hands drop back down to your sides. 

“That should be a good thing, darling. I don’t want you to hate me.” He grabbed your hand, placing the ring delicately on your finger, the fit was perfect, made specifically and only for you. “I want you to love me as much as I love you… And if you’re still unsure… I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you’re happy, and you’re comfortable, and you know that you’re loved by me.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before leaning in to kiss you softly, the feeling opening a floodgate of memories that had tears rushing faster down your cheeks, and he worked quickly to catch each and every single one before they had the chance to reach your chin. “I think I’ve got about 8 months worth of catching up to do before the two weeks are up… You think we got enough time?”

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For you my baby @alyszaen although it's late

skz texts | happy birthday to you

notes: ok this one is a little self indulgent but its my bday today lmao (happy cancer szn!!!) so i wrote this very rushed very quick round of texts to cope with the fact that, in my opinion, birthdays kinda suck. hope you all enjoy it even if it isn't your birthday today, which im sure is true for most of you. bc that would be weird if we all had the same birthday. ALSO THANKS FOR 1K FOLLOWERS thats so cool i love making these silly little posts for y'all. as always, feel free to leave me requests and pls enjoy!!! xoxo

WARNINGS: suggestiveness in lee know and seungmin's specifically, swearing, let me know if you'd like me to tag anything else :)

BANG CHAN

LEE MINHO

SEO CHANGBIN

HWANG HYUNJIN

HAN JISUNG

LEE FELIX

KIM SEUNGMIN

YANG JEONGIN

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

The spike hair is sooooo something he'd ask for 🥹 but.....the muffin......that's mischievous Felix😭😭😭😭😭@alyszaen

Random texts with bf!Felix 2

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genre: fluff

pov: 1st/2nd person (depends on how you view it)

description: random text with your boyfriend Felix (texts are from pinterest)

pairing: felix x reader

warnings: none

word count: n/a

screenshot count: 6

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Never had Felix packed his suitcase so fast, throwing whatever he pulled out of his drawers first into the open case and then immediately slamming it shut once there was no more room. He didn’t even care, if he had to, he’d just buy whatever he didn’t pack once he got to Australia. You were his top priority right now, he had never been more scared than he was in this moment, the worst possible thoughts clouding his mind as he ran past his roommate to the front door. 

“Hey! I thought you didn’t go to Australia until the weekend? Where are you-” His roommate called out after him, but the front door was already open and he was running out, the wheels of his suitcase barely able to keep up with him as he raced down the hall towards the stairs, avoiding the elevator which would, in his mind, take longer. 

The sun was beating down on him, the temperature feeling more like summer rather than spring as he ran through campus, trying his best to dodge the people that were coming his way. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and he cursed himself for putting on the sweatshirt before he left the house. Luckily you didn’t live too far and it wouldn’t be long before he saw you. 

You still hadn’t texted him back which was worrying, and he hated the fact that his feet wouldn’t carry him any faster than they were right now. He had tried to call you and you didn’t answer him then either. The lack of contact had his heart dropping and his stomach turning. He was coming, he just needed you to wait, just a little longer, he was almost there. 

When he turned the corner onto your street he could see two police cars, an ambulance and a firetruck outside your building, the sight causing him to stop dead in his tracks, tears already filling his eyes as he tried to think of all the reasons for them to be there. There were a lot of reasons why they could be out in front of the building, it’s not like you were the only person that lived there, but in the moment, all he could think about was you. Had one of the other guys come over and found you? Had it all truly become too much for you to handle? 

He rushed into the building, silently sobbing, his body shaking as he ran up the stairs to get to your floor, his suitcase slamming against each step echoing off the walls of the stairwell. As he got into the hallway, he tried to be optimistic at the lack of police tape or emergency workers, but his thoughts immediately turned dark as he thought about them all already being inside your apartment, and he started running again until he reached your door. 

Heavy fists slammed against the wood as he sobbed out your name. “Felix?” Your voice saying his name filled his ears like a song, and as he looked up, he could barely make you out through his blurry, bloodshot eyes. The light coming through the window behind you seemed to radiate like a halo around your body, you looked angelic. “Why are you crying? Did something happen? Are you okay?” 

“N-No… I’m fine…” He murmured, taking a deep shaky breath in between a couple sniffles, finally smiling sheepishly after wiping his eyes and actually looking at you. “I texted and I called and… You weren’t responding and… When I got here there were cops and paramedics and… I just got scared.” It wasn’t something that he should be embarrassed to say, yet he felt his entire body heating up from admitting it. It’s not like the other guys wouldn’t be the same way, he was pretty sure Minho or Seungmin would pick the lock or just take off the doorknob entirely, and Changbin, Han, and Jeongin would just break your door down. They all cared about you, it’s just that his way of caring involved crying his eyes out and calling your name. 

Your eyes widened and your lips parted into a little ‘o’ as you stared at him. “I was in the shower and… And I got nosy about what was going on… The girl a couple apartments down from me… Her boyfriend got stupid drunk and ended up passing out. I don’t know why she’d call them…” Your head shook as your lips turned down into a frown. “I’m sorry, Felix.” 

He didn’t know why you were apologizing, and maybe it was an instinct, or he just felt like he had to do it right then and there, but in one quick movement, his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close against his chest as he buried his face in your shoulder. “Don’t ever apologize for being okay… I’d rather worry and be wrong… Then to be right about what I was thinking.” He whispered, his hand moving up to hold your head, keeping you close to him. “I was so scared…”

It’s not that he had never hugged you before, you had even accidentally slept beside him one night on his couch, showered in his home and worn his clothes… But the way he was hugging you right now, holding onto you as if his life depended on it… It wasn’t what you were used to. “I’m okay… I am. We’ll be in Australia soon and everything will be alright…” You slowly stepped back, giving him a soft smile before letting your eyes drift down to the luggage that was still sitting right outside the door. “What’s that for?” 

“I told you I would stay with you…” He grabbed his suitcase and wheeled it into your apartment before closing the door. “Until we left for Australia, and so I’m here… And I’m not leaving… Unless you really want me to. Do you want me to leave?” His hands gripped tightly around the handle of the case and you watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed nervously, his eyes slightly wavering. 

“Of course I don’t want you to leave, you came all the way here, and I really like having you here…” You placed your hand on top of his to try to calm him, feeling just how warm his skin was. “Your hand is so warm… Are you getting sick? Do you need medicine?” Your hand quickly moved to his forehead which felt even hotter, but he shook his head quickly, giving you a shy smile. 

“No… I’m not… Not sick… It’s just really hot outside and… This hoodie… I shouldn’t have worn it.” He rushed to get his arms out of the sleeves, pulling it up over his head and accidentally flashing his abs in the process, his cheeks turned bright red as he yanked the t-shirt back down, eyes widening and gulping loudly. “You hungry? Wanna get something to eat?” The words hurried past his lips as he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you as he rushed over to your couch. “I’ll order something quick to be delivered… We can watch a movie…” 

He was so cute, a literal ray of sunshine, and while you were with him, it was easy to forget about what everyone was saying. It was impossible to not be happy when you were around him. “I’d love that. Thanks Felix…” You chimed, practically skipping over to the couch to drop down beside him, making sure there was enough room between the two of you so he wouldn’t get flustered again. “You can pick the movie tonight too… Anything you want.” 

“You passed my property, you owe me like, $100.” Felix said, sitting on his knees on the opposite side of the coffee table, his hand outstretched toward you, palm up, waiting for you to place colorful cash into his hand. 

Your lip jutted out as your head tilted to the side. “Can you give me $100 dollars so I can give it back to you?” You asked softly, holding your own hand out beside his own. His eyes narrowed as confusion was written across his face and you sighed softly. “I’m broke so just… give me half of your money and I’ll pay you back when I buy more properties.” 

“You’re broke?!” He questioned, finally taking a good look at your side of the table and the lack of money in front of you. “That means the game is over, I won!” He clapped his hands together as he laughed loudly. “Fastest game of Monopoly ever!” 

“No! I still have properties and… and…” You lifted up the dice that were in front of you. “It’s still my turn, you have to let me finish my turn.” You shook the dice in your hand, the sound of the little squares clicking together sort of soothing when mixed with the continuous sound of Felixs laughter. “I want to keep playing, stop laughing.” 

A soft hum drifted from his lips as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. “It’s 2 in the morning…” And as if the sight of the time itself had him growing immediately tired, he yawned loudly, his arms stretching above his head. “We can play again tomorrow, and maybe you’ll actually save your money.” He teased, reaching across the table and ruffling your hair. “Aren’t you tired?” 

You shook your head, squeezing your lips into a thin line to suppress the yawn that threatened to leave your mouth. “I’m not tired at all. I could stay up for like… 5 more hours. Mmhm.” You said, although your eyes were getting droopy and you found yourself dozing off if you looked at something for longer than 3 seconds. 

“Sure you could, sweetums.” He tsked his tongue, pushing himself up off the floor and walking around to your side. “You’re tired, I’m tired… Let’s get some sleep and then tomorrow we can play even more board games and watch even more movies.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you up off the floor, grabbing your hips when you stumbled forward against his chest, his cheeks turning bright red as he stared at you with wide eyes. “You’re really tired…” 

“Mm… nuh uh..” You mumbled, resting your head against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist, your eyes instinctively closing. “I just tripped a little bit…” His hand lightly brushed over your hair as his chest shook with his laughter. “What’s funny? Hmm?” 

“Nothing… you’re just… cute…” He mused, his heart hammering loudly in his chest, but his voice sounded so calm. “Let’s get to bed, yeah? Don’t want you tripping anymore, you might get hurt.” He maneuvered you to the side, keeping an arm around your waist as he walked you to your bedroom, leading you straight to your bed and snorting when you tipped over onto it, curling up into a ball, your eyes already closed. “You don’t want any blankets? You’re just gonna sleep like that?” 

Your lips smacked loudly as one of your arms lazily lifted up and smacked back down against the mattress. “Come… lay…” You grumbled, gripping the blankets and forming a cocoon around yourself with them. “We will be warm… like… like warm people are when they’re warm…” 

God, you really were precious, especially now with your sleep induced rambling and the tired smile that tugged at your lips. “I don’t know, sweetums. Seungmin got the crap beat out of him last time he laid beside you.” He joked as he tried to help you move right side up on the bed, making sure your head was on a pillow before pulling the blankets out from underneath you. “I don’t want to wake up with a black eye or anything. I’ll just sleep on the couch.” 

You sighed softly, your arms wrapping around the extra pillow and holding it close against you. “Okie dokie… Goodnight Felix… Can you turn off the light on the way out?” You sleepily requested, your hand lifting up slightly to point at the light switch on the wall. 

He hummed in agreement, brushing your hair away from your face before leaning in to press a kiss against your forehead, knowing that you were far too out of it to be able to remember it in the morning. “Sleep well, sweetums… I’ll see you in the morning.” He whispered, backing up out of the room, stopping near the light switch and taking a moment to just look at you, admire you, adore you before flicking the switch and closing the door quietly behind him. 

It was a given that he liked you, but the way he felt when he was actually with you, it was more than like. He hadn’t even felt this way when he was with Ijun, and while the feeling itself was warm and fuzzy and made his heart flutter, it also scared him. He wasn’t the only person who liked you, that much was obvious, and knowing about the competition only made him even more scared. Falling in love with you was easy, but actually being able to love you… that was the hard part. Now he was counting down the days, the minutes and the seconds until he was with you in Australia. He’d have you all to himself there, an entire week to make sure you fell in love with him and only him. 

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