shieldedreams

[shieldedreams]

irrationally rational (m.m.)

summary ⇾ minho learns that he gets jealous even when he knows it's irrational (but when he sees you upset, all that flies out the window as he puts you on the top of his priority) details ⇾ 1,175 words / minho moon (xo, kitty) x gn!reader / 🌸 a bunch of soft feels / a sprinkle of curse words / established relationship

minho had a feeling in his gut from the moment you replied his texts a little different that something was not right with you. maybe it was the lack of emojis, or it was his rise in intuition with anything that has to do with you but... he's proven correct when he walks through the sculpture garden and spots his favourite person (well, if you include dae in the mix, maybe two but in the given moment, he can't really say he wants to include dae just yet).

which was irrational, really.

you were his entire world and dae is his best friend.

but something about the way dae looks at you with a smile on his face, as if he's trying to make you laugh (feeble attempt oh give it a rest) and the small smile you manage back at him is what makes minho gape. you're upset. and that overrides any ill feeling threatening to seep into his system. eliminating the irrationality that tried to get past the jealousy.

minho tightens his grip on his bag strap as his gaze softens upon analysing your features. he can't quite make up what's making you upset but it seems like his best friend can make up the presence of another when he turns his head slightly and locks eyes with him. minho manages to smile when he realises he's no longer invisible and that gets dae to rise to his feet. minho watches as dae says his goodbye to you before walking over to him.

dae only gives minho a pat on the shoulder before he walks off and soon, minho has you to himself. honestly, minho hadn't expected himself to have this kind of reaction (nor did he think he would be anywhere near this) just by seeing his best friend talk to you... comforting you. but it's like his heart betrays his mind when he takes a seat on the rock next to you and it's like his jealousy earlier has ebbed away to worry.

"hey," minho's voice is gentle, soft, like the embrace he offers you as he drops his bag to the ground and pulls you in to his arms. he almost pulls you over to his lap but settles with pulling you closer until you're able to rest your head in his chest, arms curled around his torso. "what's wrong?" minho asks, resting his chin atop of your head as he feels you sigh, breath hot against the side of his arm.

"nothing, just..." you mumble, shifting your arms around him, "just... not feeling good, i guess."

before you can bask in minho's embrace, the boy makes you lean back so he can put a hand on your forehead. you try not to smile too hard at his action, but it does make you smile in the slightest.

"your temperature is fine. are you hurt anywhere?" minho tries to scan your face for any telltales of being ill, but when he meets with your eyes again, it's like he receives a telepathic message in your silence. he sighs and moves his hand from your forehead to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing the under of your eye as they flutter close.

"this has nothing to do with your physical being, huh?"

you nod in silence. that admission alone grants minho to carefully pull you back into his arms and he lets out a soft okay. in the quiet, through the ruffles of the leaves as the wind passes by, your arms tighten around minho's waist as he continues to stroke the back of your head with one hand, the other hooked around your figure to keep you on him.

with your temple pressed to his chest, you can feel–"your heart's beating a little fast," it was a simple observation that you've mentioned out loud, but to minho, it was an opportunity to–"yeah, not every day you see your partner being upset and someone else is there to comfort them before me."

at his words, you're chuckling into his chest. it makes minho huff as he gives your neck a light tap.

"are you laughing?"

you nod, shrugging, "yeah, because this is funny."

"what?" he scoffs, "my jealousy is an amusement to you?"

"don't know why you're jealous for," you snort, giving him a squeeze, "not like dae's much of a threat to you,"

he rolls his eyes and it's almost like you can hear it.

"no one is much of a threat to me, you brat."

"exactly," you chuckle, shifting back a bit just so you can look up to him, the same time he looks down at you. "so what're you worried about?"

he doesn't answer you with words just yet, leaning down and sliding his hand forward to cup your chin so he can kiss you. it's soft, gentle and a little possessive (just a little that threads on your heartstrings). he gives you time to breathe when he pulls back a little, enjoying the sigh that you let out before he goes back in and kisses you harder but it mellows out to be tender; as if he's taking his time with you but still shows the urgency of how much he truly loves you, cares for you. all with a simple, head-spinning gesture of kissing you.

he pulls away again, this time, with the intention of watching you catch your breath with a smile on your face, eyes shut.

"i'm not worried about anything," he murmurs under his breath, the hold he has on your chin pushes his thumb out to swipe your bottom lip, "well, i am worried about you. then again, i always am."

"then i guess you have nothing to worry about," you heave out a deep breath, moving towards him to rest your head on his chest again. he can't help but put his arms around you, resting his cheek on your head with a sigh. "that's a lie, you're still upset."

"yeah, well... i can't just turn my mind off."

"i'm not asking you to," minho tuts, giving you a squeeze as he hugs you tight, "just... promise me you won't hide anything from me, okay? talk to me about the things that bother you."

you groan, leaning against him, "shhh... later. i'm tired now."

"it's just the afternoon. you've only had one class."

"shhh..." you hush him again, keeping your eyes closed as you rest. taking deep intakes of air and feeling minho's heartbeat calm down against your face like a metronome. it makes you smile when you hear him scoffing, but his body shows you otherwise when he curls into you and kisses the top of your head.

"fine, but only because you're sad."

(minho and you both know it was a lie that it's the only reason why he's giving into you–when most of the time he does anyway. but for now, when minho has you in his arms and you're able to feel the sadness ebb away bit by bit, the two of you remain silence and bask in each other's presence. just because.)

[shieldedreams]

can't hide anything from you (maybe that's a good thing) (e.u.)

summary ⇾ it's moments like these where eggsy's grateful you can read his mind without trying (but sometimes, it still hurts). details ⇾ 1,365 words / eggsy unwin x gn!reader / 🌸 comfort fluff (slight angst) / things get a little spicy at the end but nothing explicit! notes ⇾ me: rewatches kingsman / also me: always has to write about eggsy every time the movie ends ; 3 ;

for the whole weekend, you know–know–eggsy has something that he's not telling you... and you'd be a liar to say you weren't thankful he was trying to keep it out of the conversation. to enjoy the solace and peace of having your lover with you. to enjoy and succumb to his kisses, touch and not be reminded that it could all go away. it's like the calm before the storm. the inevitable would be coming even if you tried to ignore it and... let's just say today's the day you can't go another day pretending like you didn't know.

or that you didn't know to know what you would know soon.

it's been a few days and the uncertainty is biting you every time you think about it. there's only so long you can keep this façade.

"eggsy," you murmur, past the low hum of the television in front of you. it's like you've stirred him from his little reverie when he lets out a soft hm? you feel him shift behind you as the two of you tangled up on the sofa with both of your heads on one end of the arm rest (or rather, eggsy's head on the arm rest, yours on his arm) and your legs in between each others' at the other end of the sofa.

"don't you... is there something you wanna tell me?"

eggsy hasn't been known to crack under pressure but... you're not just any pressure he's come to know. come to love. come home to. you feel it when his body stiffens just a little, how he sucks in a breath and it makes you smile.

not out of happiness that you're right but... rather that you know if there's anything, eggsy could never lie to you. the world, the organisation, maybe. to you? (when you turn ever so slightly to come face him and ignore the television, the glow of the blue screen that coats your silhouette as you blink up to him) never.

"how is it you can figure it out every time?" he murmurs, shifting back until he hits the back of the sofa to accommodate for you to be able to turn around to face him properly. he curls his arm (the one your head is on) to reel you closer, securing you with his other arm around your waist to anchor you in.

"i'd be a mind reader at this point, eggsy unwin," you snort, snaking your arms (wedging them beneath the sofa) to hug him around the waist. "but maybe it's because i like you that i can figure out your patterns."

he's not stalling but he is curious.

"what pattern?"

"well..." you sigh, "you always bring flowers when you have to go to another mission. and when you top it off with chocolates and a gift basket, that's how i know it's going to be far worse than i imagined."

you watch as your words swirl in eggsy's mind. a cross between adoration and... is he offended?

"that's not fair," his brows knit together, the lines appearing on his forehead, "i can hardly hide anything from you."

with that, you only smile. no come back, no retort. it makes eggsy's heart sink as he heaves out a deep exhale. he pulls you closer and presses his forehead onto yours, his lips giving you a gentle kiss before he murmurs over them: "and it's not to say it's a bad thing, my love. i just... i just feel like you always know when i'm about to leave that–"eggsy's words swell up in his throat, his eyes widening when you cut him off with–"you're leaving?"

he clears his throat, his hand stroking your back, "j-just for a month."

he sees that you're confused when your nose scrunches. because he's familiar with that fact that the two of you have been away from each other much longer than that but–"this time... no contact. i'm going dark to ensure nobody knows about my whereabouts except for merlin. so that means..."

it's times like these where he's grateful to be together with someone just as smart as he is–if not smarter.

"not even me," the words come out of your lips in a whisper. a somber one. but it's powerful enough to rupture through eggsy's heart. it makes him frown, especially when your eyes flicker down to his chest.

he sighs, leaning down to kiss you. it starts of gentle–it always does–before eggsy feels your arms snaking up along his sides to go around his neck and it's usually an indicator for him to turn you around. he swallows the gasp you let out when you feel your back meeting with the sofa but eggsy pillows your head with a hand. you sigh as his lips move down along your neck, settling on a spot that makes you thread your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other keeping him close around his back.

eggsy's settled between your legs, his hips grounded down like he belongs there, like you belong here. you hear–feel–him grunting when your legs wrap around him, drawing him closer, deeper.

before things can escalate further (as it always does), eggsy pulls back to gaze down on you. his heavy breathing laced with yours as you blink up to him. eyes luring with want, body gripping with need but there's one thing eggsy needs to make clear of. his hand slides from behind your head to cup your cheek. he smiles as he watches you lean into his touch, a hand of yours coming up to lap it over his with a smile.

"whatever happens," eggsy says, "i'll come back to you. i always do, don't i?"

your eyes flutter shut as you nod, "always."

"and i will again this time," he kisses you, hard. as if he's trying to imprint his promise onto your lips. but he pulls back (knowing he'll continue again soon) just to watch you open your eyes with an idle smile on your face. for him.

"promise me," you whisper, arms curling around his neck to lure him down. he leans his forehead onto yours as he nods, holding you close, "i promise you. and a hundred times more after that."

you don't respond with words, only actions with the way one of your hands go back through eggsy's hair; deliciously raking through his scalp while the other smoothens down his chest. it invites him down to kiss you; longer, passionate and soon, with the vigor that makes you gasp and see the stars behind your closed eyes.

as eggsy pulls back from kissing you, the cheeky grin he has on his face and the glint in his eyes is what makes your heart skip a beat. more so when his hands begin to push your legs apart as he crawls down.

"now, let me seal the promise, love."

((a couple of hours later, you're not curled up in bed–showered and tucked in wearing eggsy's hoodie and your pair of joggers. when you shift around, getting to a more comfortable position, your eyes peel open to see eggsy smiling at you, stroking your cheek. "that's really creepy if i didn't love you," you mumble under your breath, scooching closer to him. you hear him laugh but you don't see it when your eyes close, squeezing one of his hands you have captive. "then lucky for me that you love me, no?" eggsy chuckles, and you don't have to see to know he's smiling. "yeah yeah," you mutter, "lucky you." eggsy moves closer to you and you can tell he's about to fall asleep, too. but he gives you a kiss to your forehead and gives another to your cheek before you feel the pillow next to you dip down. "i love you," you nod, giving his hand a squeeze. "i know." you hear eggsy kiss his teeth with his tongue before he gives your bum a smack. that earns a chuckle from you. and he'd be damned to say it didn't make him laugh, too. "i love you too, eggsy." this time, eggsy gives your hand a squeeze as he feels himself drift away to sleep, knowing very well when he wakes up you'll be here with him. and that alone promises him that he'll fight to make sure it happens every night.))

[shieldedreams]

come with me (where you go i'll follow) (m.m.)

summary ⇾ minho's going on a journey of self-discovery over the summer... but he'd like to have you by his side details ⇾ 3,339 words / minho moon (xo, kitty) x female!reader / 🌸 a bunch of soft feels / a sprinkle of curse words / reader calls minho 'min' / kitty being the biggest shipper / reader shares a couple dorm with kitty only [!] spoiler disclaimer below the cut! + very stinking cheesy rom-com plot

[!] spoiler disclaimer: in an au where the roles of minho and kitty are somehow switched at the end of season two! (just a little!)

minho has had the million-dollar question in his head as the days count down in his mind to his departure for the summer break. more and more students begin to leave campus with luggages in tow; some askew, some perfectly wrapped and some... a work in progress whenever minho swings by your shared dorm with kitty (feigning the need to check on her only to constantly peep if you're anywhere near done packing or pry a little on your plans for summer).

today is the last day minho'll have that chance considering–"w-what? you're almost here?!" minho tries to keep his voice leveled, but with the way kitty gasps from the spot on her bed and the soft thud from the kitchen, she has an inkling of what's about to happen.

"yeah, sure," minho sighs, rubbing his face, "n-no, i haven't asked yet. i don't–"he groans–"okay, okay! i'll get to it now. give me at least thirty minutes!"

with one last sigh, he hangs up and now looks up to meet with kitty's eyes as she shakes her head.

"minho, you have to ask her now!"

"i don't know what you're talking about," minho clears his throat, stepping out of the kitchen but kitty scurries to get in his way, "minho!" she grabs his arm, giving him a good shake when he faces her with wide eyes.

"this is it," she grips onto his arm, "when will you ever get a chance like this again?"

the boy opens his mouth, only to find himself at a lost for words when he glances over kitty's shoulder to see your packed suitcase, ready for the leaving... and he has no idea where you're headed... but he'd like to be with you wherever that destination may be. that's what scares him. that despite the uncertainty... he's willing to take a chance on it with you.

but he has a bigger fish to catch when he doesn't even know what your plans are.

a bigger, bigger fish?

his flight leaves in an hour.

and it's not to say he left it down to the last minute but–

"c'mon, minho. you can do this," he mutters under his breath, shaking his hands dry as he turns off the faucet. clearing his throat, he tries to man up as he exits the bathroom and heads on out to the living room.

he stands a distance away, watching you play uno with kitty, q and yuri. there's occasional banter and the flicking of cards back and forth but just as minho's about to call for you, it seems like you're a step ahead when–"min!" you wave him over, "come play!"

the boy gulps, swallowing the lump in his throat as he shakily replies: "y-yeah, sure. in a second. but could you–"he clears his throat, "c-could i ask you something?"

that grants the attention of everyone in the room to look at his direction, following your line of sight as you watch him with a small smile. "of course. what is it?"

like a deer in headlights, he did not expect you to respond in that way, but now he looks back and realises he should have called you out to speak with him rather than ask in front of everyone. he tries to think of a way to get out of this situation, only for kitty to catch on to save minho's ass with: "oh! i think we were thinking of ordering pizza earlier,"

that seems to draw the crowd to kitty as she whips out her phone to order, even your attention is now on her. minho mouths a quick thank you, covey, only for kitty to snort and act invested in which pizza flavour to get. another time, minho thinks, now joining your side physically, and decision-wise in supporting which pizza toppings you wanted.

fast-forward to a couple of days later... this is it, now's the time, minho thinks. in the space of the kitchen where the two of you are alone (kitty gave him a heads up she'll only be back in an hour so now would be a great time), cups of warm tea in possession and him... being lost in the conversation with you as he always does makes him lose track of time.

maybe it was the way you always give him your undivided attention. with the things he's able to talk to you off the bat; the good, the bad, the things that keep minho up at night and you see him past all of the things that hold him captive. being in his father's shadow, drowning in his parents' wealth, his status–it all seems to strip to nothing to just... himself.

and you look at him like love is ever-present in him.

like it is in you.

he doesn't know how to bring it up or whether he can bring it up but when the door swings open, minho sighs when you giddily set your cup down to–"kitty! i got you something!"

the girl remains frozen as she watches you flee from the kitchen, grabbing something from your bag discarded on the floor next to the sofa. kitty turns the cheek to look at minho, who remains his head hanging low as he sinks so far down he might as well be glued to the kitchen counter. that alone gives her the answer that he probably has not asked you the important question and that brings you to–"minho!"

the boy blinks back to reality and kitty sees that. this reality where he minho hasn't manned up and at least give it a try, he's going to regret it for the next few weeks. he frantically fishes out his phone and–"she's not answering her phone!" minho yells. oh my god, he's yelling. he can't help it, the volume came out louder than he had intended but–"go find her! at least try!" kitty spins him around and gives him a nudge. minho can't think straight but his body kicks into overdrive as he dashes out of the room.

once he's out and the door slams behind him, he freezes on the spot. his heart is pacing so fast, he thinks he's about to pass out but... no. no, no, no. this can't be the way. not like this. minho keeps trying to dial your number as he starts going down the list of places you might be at.

library? no. cafeteria? not there either. in one of the classrooms you decide to linger around every now and then–fuck's sake, classes aren't even on anymore, why is he checking here?!

his feet reroutes him to the next best thing: out of the buildings and in the open where he can think of where to go to next. through it all, though, he keeps cursing himself in plenty colourful languages in his mind. the one that keeps repeating itself is: i can't believe i'm a fucking idiot!

his mind is haywire, nearly set on fire the entire time he's scouring the campus for a glimpse of you. he feels like the upper hands of the universe must be laughing at the turn of events. mocking him for his failure with each location he tries to go to only to no avail; left with the dust of loneliness when you're nowhere to be found. he curses under his breath, not knowing where the hell you are especially when you're not reachable through phone.

his feet brings him out of the buildings, through the flush greenery and–the familiar sound of his ringtone vibrates in his pocket. he frantically pulls it out and processes your name flashing across the screen. he manages to answer the call with trembling hands, only to be greeted with: "hey, min! sorry i didn't get to your calls. i didn't realise my phone was dead and i just plugged it into my power bank–"

"where are you, y/n?" minho cuts you off, almost feeling bad for doing so but he doesn't have much time. hell, he hasn't been keeping track of it just so it feels like he has more time to get to you.

he hears you chuckling, and he hates that at a time like this, he can't indulge in the feeling of making you laugh; be it intentional or not.

"turn around, min."

it takes the boy a second or two before he processes your words. he spins around once his mind registers your words and... and there you are. phone to your ear with your power bank plugged to it and... that stupid smile on your face that renders him breathless (including all that running he's been doing for the past ten to fifteen minutes).

his eyes soften at the sight of you, despite his heart doing somersaults because that was the effect you had on him. the power that makes his knees weak and... and...

"are you okay?" you snort, waving a hand in front of his face as you've shoved your phone into your bag, tilting your head at him. he's still catching his breath, heaving as the sweat trickles down his forehead. it seems to catch your attention when you use the sleeve of your sweater, lightly dabbing it to his forehead, "jeez, what were you doing? running a marathon?"

he answers truthfully: "i was looking for you."

"oh," you chuckle, retracting your hand to gesture it to yourself, as if to silently say well, you've found me.

"min," you call softly, swallowing thickly after, "i-is everything alright?"

minho doesn't know where to begin or how to begin. but with the countdown he has in his mind, he knows he has to start somewhere.

"i'm leaving," the words fly out of his mouth quicker than he can stop himself, and when he manages another deep inhale, he appreciates that you wait until he continues. "f-for summer, i'm following my family on the summer tour. my flight's in an hour."

"that's great!" was your immediate response, but when the seconds pass by and the longer you're staring into minho's eyes, it seems like there's more than meets the eye. "w-wait, is that not good? am i supposed to have another reaction?"

minho hates how you're hesitant to say anything further when the smile you have on your face is slowly fading. it's not that he doesn't want to smile, but it just feels like he can't. you see how minho's not returning your smile and something feels off. you can't put your tongue on it and it begins to near scare you but everything comes to a halt when you watch as minho puts his phone into his pocket so his hands are free to... reach for your hand.

he's gentle, as if any sudden movement will scare you away. you're trying to make sense of the situation when minho gives your hand a squeeze, cupping them in his hands as he builds the courage to look up to you, connecting your eyes once more.

"a-and i'd like it if you'd come with me."

he watches as his words sink into your system. how your eyes grow wide and your jaw hangs open but it doesn't look negative... yet. minho feels his heart racing; this could either make or break his summer. him knowing very well despite him going on the tour will unlock new sides to himself... he would love it if he got to spend it with you and just... exist in the world with you while experiencing new sides of the world. the thoughts alone has left him dreaming with a smile... and that's when he knew he wanted to try to make it a reality. to at least give it a shot and now, in this moment with you... he's well-aware it was a fifty-fifty chance.

and that was a chance he was willing to take.

"me? on the summer tour?" you glance down to your hand in his and gulp, blinking back up to him as the words try to formulate themselves: "is there something i'm not catching on here or–"minho's actions makes your words fall into themselves when he steps closer into your personal space bubble. he's... gentle with his advancements despite the urgency lacing his words. yet, the sudden movement doesn't make you back away.

if anything, you lean in when minho's closer to you.

"i... i know it sounds crazy but," he licks his lips, blinking down to the gap between your bodies because he doesn't know if he can look you in the eye as he says: "i wouldn't have anyone else to come with me if it's not you."

the silence is deafening; past the ruffles of the leaves that float on the ground. the low murmurs of passerbys and their footsteps padding away in the distance. the heavy breathing from minho, catching his breath from all the running and the anxiety biting at the back of his neck.

"what if i said no?" you try asking, not that it was your intention but it was a thought you let out loud. you watch as your question makes minho a little sad but he still manages a smile. bittersweet. "then i'd wish you a good summer break... and hope i'd still see you back here."

you nod slowly, your eyes gazing down to watch your hand in his both. you give his hands a squeeze and he reciprocates, still cupping your hand tenderly.

"and what if i said yes?"

those words alone sparked hope into minho's eyes, and you feel it when he tightens the grip out of his subconscious. he takes in a deep breath and exhales shakily, licking his lips before he says: "i can't begin to imagine what it would be like if you said yes. but for starters," he looks up to you, the glint in his eyes is what makes your heart race and calm at the same time–this unspeakable comfort that makes you know, no, feel that being with minho... feels right. "it would make me happy," he murmurs, lowering his eyes from yours to smile to himself, seeing how your feet goes between his feet due to the proximity, "very, very happy."

though it was sudden, though it was out of nowhere, you can't deny that in your heart, this... felt right. it scared you and makes you wonder of all the possibilities of what could go right, wrong but you know regardless of it all, not going with minho would be something you'd regret if you let this chance go. (plus, you didn't have much of a real plan of where to go for the summer anyway. so this was a big step ahead.)

"we have so much to unpack here," you chuckle, shaking your head as you grip onto minho's hand, feeling him return the gesture as he uses a hand to hold onto yours properly, the other cupping the back of the hand of yours he has captive.

"and we'll have time," he says, gazing up to your eyes with the kind of happiness that makes your heart swoon.

"my luggages are still in the dorm," you snort, just now realising they're in the corner of your dorm living room.

"not exactly," minho chuckles, using his eyes to point over your shoulder and you look over it to see kitty and q, out of breath, hunched over your couple of luggages as they try to keep themselves upright with a feeble thumbs up from a distance. you can't help but laugh at the sight before the feeling of minho holding your hand reels your attention back to him.

you watch as he gulps, his hands are beginning to get clammy and you know when minho's nervous. it wasn't your intention to keep him waiting but it's not everyday that someone just asks you to join them to tour several countries in less than an hour. it makes your heart race just thinking about it but... one thing's for certain that you need to clarify: "are you sure?"

minho can't help but laugh. he's been thinking about this for the longest time since he's made the decision to go on the summer tour alone. when the thought of you joining him became a possible equation, it's–"i've been right and wrong about a lot of things," minho murmurs, taking the brave step to lean his forehead onto yours, "but this..." he's already looking at you when you tilt your eyes up to meet with his, "this i'm certain of."

you let your eyes flutter shut with a soft exhale. minho feels the nervousness take over his system with each second that goes by and you don't say anything. then, he feels your fingers filling between his own. before he can bask in the feeling, before he can jump to his conclusions, you say a single word that makes his breath hitch.

"okay."

it's like radio silence. the only thing minho can hear is your voice that he has to be clear on this.

"o-okay?" he leans back, eyes widening with the flood of joy he can't contain when your smile grows first, before your eyes open and now the two of you are a pair of smiling idiots.

"yes, i would love to!"

minho lets go of your hand to pull you into his arms. you're surprised, but it's like your body and heart knows what to do when your arms welcome him in to wrap around his neck. you squeal when he spins you around; feeling him laugh against the side of your ear as he squeezes you tight.

the two of you are about to indulge in the feeling; being in each other's arms but–"i hate to be the bearer of bad news but minho, y/n, continue this at the airport!"

"oh, shit!" minho pulls away from you to let you know that–"the driver's here! we have to go!"

"what?!" is the only thing that comes out from your mouth, the shock renders you speechless that you've conveniently forgot that minho clearly mentioned flight's in an hour.

"hug, kiss, do whatever you want but later! get to the airport!" kitty's voice gives you the nudge you need. you barely have enough time to hug either kitty or q properly and say your goodbyes. minho's grabbing onto your hand, the other grabbing some of your bags and nudging you to do the same before you're left running to where his driver's parked.

from a distance, you can hear kitty and q squealing, but really, all you can focus on is the adrenaline fueling your veins with minho's hand in yours and occasionally glancing to his smile.

(("all of this feels surreal," your words come out in a mere whisper as your eyes drink in the details of the lavish seats; marble panels, the vast space between the seats and quite frankly, the lack of seats which makes everything feel more spacious. you hadn't realised you had said it out loud when you hear minho saying: "yeah, it does," while you're talking about the grandeur of it all, it seems like minho's talking about something else when you meet with his gaze. the warmth and excitement that radiates his pupils makes you smile, even more when you follow his line of sight down to between your bodies. he has his palm facing up, resting in the space between your bodies. his fingers are a little shaky as he lifts his hand up and rests it on your thigh, close to your knee. you try to be calm and collected but minho doesn't miss the way you press your lips together to avoid smiling too wide as you place your hand in his. his fingers fill the spaces between yours; like you were made for him to hold and he cherishes it. he gives your hand a squeeze before he decides to close his eyes. you do the same, only difference is that you scoot a little closer towards him to rest your head on his shoulder. he instinctively shifts lower to let you slot your head perfectly and minho's already smiling as he drifts away to sleep. knowing that the weeks ahead, the dream he has of you following him on the summer tour, is now a reality when he feels you close to him and the fingers of yours between his own.))

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can't hide anything from you (maybe that's a good thing) (e.u.)

summary ⇾ it's moments like these where eggsy's grateful you can read his mind without trying (but sometimes, it still hurts). details ⇾ 1,365 words / eggsy unwin x gn!reader / 🌸 comfort fluff (slight angst) / things get a little spicy at the end but nothing explicit! notes ⇾ me: rewatches kingsman / also me: always has to write about eggsy every time the movie ends ; 3 ;

for the whole weekend, you know–know–eggsy has something that he's not telling you... and you'd be a liar to say you weren't thankful he was trying to keep it out of the conversation. to enjoy the solace and peace of having your lover with you. to enjoy and succumb to his kisses, touch and not be reminded that it could all go away. it's like the calm before the storm. the inevitable would be coming even if you tried to ignore it and... let's just say today's the day you can't go another day pretending like you didn't know.

or that you didn't know to know what you would know soon.

it's been a few days and the uncertainty is biting you every time you think about it. there's only so long you can keep this façade.

"eggsy," you murmur, past the low hum of the television in front of you. it's like you've stirred him from his little reverie when he lets out a soft hm? you feel him shift behind you as the two of you tangled up on the sofa with both of your heads on one end of the arm rest (or rather, eggsy's head on the arm rest, yours on his arm) and your legs in between each others' at the other end of the sofa.

"don't you... is there something you wanna tell me?"

eggsy hasn't been known to crack under pressure but... you're not just any pressure he's come to know. come to love. come home to. you feel it when his body stiffens just a little, how he sucks in a breath and it makes you smile.

not out of happiness that you're right but... rather that you know if there's anything, eggsy could never lie to you. the world, the organisation, maybe. to you? (when you turn ever so slightly to come face him and ignore the television, the glow of the blue screen that coats your silhouette as you blink up to him) never.

"how is it you can figure it out every time?" he murmurs, shifting back until he hits the back of the sofa to accommodate for you to be able to turn around to face him properly. he curls his arm (the one your head is on) to reel you closer, securing you with his other arm around your waist to anchor you in.

"i'd be a mind reader at this point, eggsy unwin," you snort, snaking your arms (wedging them beneath the sofa) to hug him around the waist. "but maybe it's because i like you that i can figure out your patterns."

he's not stalling but he is curious.

"what pattern?"

"well..." you sigh, "you always bring flowers when you have to go to another mission. and when you top it off with chocolates and a gift basket, that's how i know it's going to be far worse than i imagined."

you watch as your words swirl in eggsy's mind. a cross between adoration and... is he offended?

"that's not fair," his brows knit together, the lines appearing on his forehead, "i can hardly hide anything from you."

with that, you only smile. no come back, no retort. it makes eggsy's heart sink as he heaves out a deep exhale. he pulls you closer and presses his forehead onto yours, his lips giving you a gentle kiss before he murmurs over them: "and it's not to say it's a bad thing, my love. i just... i just feel like you always know when i'm about to leave that–"eggsy's words swell up in his throat, his eyes widening when you cut him off with–"you're leaving?"

he clears his throat, his hand stroking your back, "j-just for a month."

he sees that you're confused when your nose scrunches. because he's familiar with that fact that the two of you have been away from each other much longer than that but–"this time... no contact. i'm going dark to ensure nobody knows about my whereabouts except for merlin. so that means..."

it's times like these where he's grateful to be together with someone just as smart as he is–if not smarter.

"not even me," the words come out of your lips in a whisper. a somber one. but it's powerful enough to rupture through eggsy's heart. it makes him frown, especially when your eyes flicker down to his chest.

he sighs, leaning down to kiss you. it starts of gentle–it always does–before eggsy feels your arms snaking up along his sides to go around his neck and it's usually an indicator for him to turn you around. he swallows the gasp you let out when you feel your back meeting with the sofa but eggsy pillows your head with a hand. you sigh as his lips move down along your neck, settling on a spot that makes you thread your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other keeping him close around his back.

eggsy's settled between your legs, his hips grounded down like he belongs there, like you belong here. you hear–feel–him grunting when your legs wrap around him, drawing him closer, deeper.

before things can escalate further (as it always does), eggsy pulls back to gaze down on you. his heavy breathing laced with yours as you blink up to him. eyes luring with want, body gripping with need but there's one thing eggsy needs to make clear of. his hand slides from behind your head to cup your cheek. he smiles as he watches you lean into his touch, a hand of yours coming up to lap it over his with a smile.

"whatever happens," eggsy says, "i'll come back to you. i always do, don't i?"

your eyes flutter shut as you nod, "always."

"and i will again this time," he kisses you, hard. as if he's trying to imprint his promise onto your lips. but he pulls back (knowing he'll continue again soon) just to watch you open your eyes with an idle smile on your face. for him.

"promise me," you whisper, arms curling around his neck to lure him down. he leans his forehead onto yours as he nods, holding you close, "i promise you. and a hundred times more after that."

you don't respond with words, only actions with the way one of your hands go back through eggsy's hair; deliciously raking through his scalp while the other smoothens down his chest. it invites him down to kiss you; longer, passionate and soon, with the vigor that makes you gasp and see the stars behind your closed eyes.

as eggsy pulls back from kissing you, the cheeky grin he has on his face and the glint in his eyes is what makes your heart skip a beat. more so when his hands begin to push your legs apart as he crawls down.

"now, let me seal the promise, love."

((a couple of hours later, you're not curled up in bed–showered and tucked in wearing eggsy's hoodie and your pair of joggers. when you shift around, getting to a more comfortable position, your eyes peel open to see eggsy smiling at you, stroking your cheek. "that's really creepy if i didn't love you," you mumble under your breath, scooching closer to him. you hear him laugh but you don't see it when your eyes close, squeezing one of his hands you have captive. "then lucky for me that you love me, no?" eggsy chuckles, and you don't have to see to know he's smiling. "yeah yeah," you mutter, "lucky you." eggsy moves closer to you and you can tell he's about to fall asleep, too. but he gives you a kiss to your forehead and gives another to your cheek before you feel the pillow next to you dip down. "i love you," you nod, giving his hand a squeeze. "i know." you hear eggsy kiss his teeth with his tongue before he gives your bum a smack. that earns a chuckle from you. and he'd be damned to say it didn't make him laugh, too. "i love you too, eggsy." this time, eggsy gives your hand a squeeze as he feels himself drift away to sleep, knowing very well when he wakes up you'll be here with him. and that alone promises him that he'll fight to make sure it happens every night.))

[shieldedreams]

come with me (where you go i'll follow) (m.m.)

summary ⇾ minho's going on a journey of self-discovery over the summer... but he'd like to have you by his side details ⇾ 3,339 words / minho moon (xo, kitty) x female!reader / 🌸 a bunch of soft feels / a sprinkle of curse words / reader calls minho 'min' / kitty being the biggest shipper / reader shares a couple dorm with kitty only [!] spoiler disclaimer below the cut! + very stinking cheesy rom-com plot

[!] spoiler disclaimer: in an au where the roles of minho and kitty are somehow switched at the end of season two! (just a little!)

minho has had the million-dollar question in his head as the days count down in his mind to his departure for the summer break. more and more students begin to leave campus with luggages in tow; some askew, some perfectly wrapped and some... a work in progress whenever minho swings by your shared dorm with kitty (feigning the need to check on her only to constantly peep if you're anywhere near done packing or pry a little on your plans for summer).

today is the last day minho'll have that chance considering–"w-what? you're almost here?!" minho tries to keep his voice leveled, but with the way kitty gasps from the spot on her bed and the soft thud from the kitchen, she has an inkling of what's about to happen.

"yeah, sure," minho sighs, rubbing his face, "n-no, i haven't asked yet. i don't–"he groans–"okay, okay! i'll get to it now. give me at least thirty minutes!"

with one last sigh, he hangs up and now looks up to meet with kitty's eyes as she shakes her head.

"minho, you have to ask her now!"

"i don't know what you're talking about," minho clears his throat, stepping out of the kitchen but kitty scurries to get in his way, "minho!" she grabs his arm, giving him a good shake when he faces her with wide eyes.

"this is it," she grips onto his arm, "when will you ever get a chance like this again?"

the boy opens his mouth, only to find himself at a lost for words when he glances over kitty's shoulder to see your packed suitcase, ready for the leaving... and he has no idea where you're headed... but he'd like to be with you wherever that destination may be. that's what scares him. that despite the uncertainty... he's willing to take a chance on it with you.

but he has a bigger fish to catch when he doesn't even know what your plans are.

a bigger, bigger fish?

his flight leaves in an hour.

and it's not to say he left it down to the last minute but–

"c'mon, minho. you can do this," he mutters under his breath, shaking his hands dry as he turns off the faucet. clearing his throat, he tries to man up as he exits the bathroom and heads on out to the living room.

he stands a distance away, watching you play uno with kitty, q and yuri. there's occasional banter and the flicking of cards back and forth but just as minho's about to call for you, it seems like you're a step ahead when–"min!" you wave him over, "come play!"

the boy gulps, swallowing the lump in his throat as he shakily replies: "y-yeah, sure. in a second. but could you–"he clears his throat, "c-could i ask you something?"

that grants the attention of everyone in the room to look at his direction, following your line of sight as you watch him with a small smile. "of course. what is it?"

like a deer in headlights, he did not expect you to respond in that way, but now he looks back and realises he should have called you out to speak with him rather than ask in front of everyone. he tries to think of a way to get out of this situation, only for kitty to catch on to save minho's ass with: "oh! i think we were thinking of ordering pizza earlier,"

that seems to draw the crowd to kitty as she whips out her phone to order, even your attention is now on her. minho mouths a quick thank you, covey, only for kitty to snort and act invested in which pizza flavour to get. another time, minho thinks, now joining your side physically, and decision-wise in supporting which pizza toppings you wanted.

fast-forward to a couple of days later... this is it, now's the time, minho thinks. in the space of the kitchen where the two of you are alone (kitty gave him a heads up she'll only be back in an hour so now would be a great time), cups of warm tea in possession and him... being lost in the conversation with you as he always does makes him lose track of time.

maybe it was the way you always give him your undivided attention. with the things he's able to talk to you off the bat; the good, the bad, the things that keep minho up at night and you see him past all of the things that hold him captive. being in his father's shadow, drowning in his parents' wealth, his status–it all seems to strip to nothing to just... himself.

and you look at him like love is ever-present in him.

like it is in you.

he doesn't know how to bring it up or whether he can bring it up but when the door swings open, minho sighs when you giddily set your cup down to–"kitty! i got you something!"

the girl remains frozen as she watches you flee from the kitchen, grabbing something from your bag discarded on the floor next to the sofa. kitty turns the cheek to look at minho, who remains his head hanging low as he sinks so far down he might as well be glued to the kitchen counter. that alone gives her the answer that he probably has not asked you the important question and that brings you to–"minho!"

the boy blinks back to reality and kitty sees that. this reality where he minho hasn't manned up and at least give it a try, he's going to regret it for the next few weeks. he frantically fishes out his phone and–"she's not answering her phone!" minho yells. oh my god, he's yelling. he can't help it, the volume came out louder than he had intended but–"go find her! at least try!" kitty spins him around and gives him a nudge. minho can't think straight but his body kicks into overdrive as he dashes out of the room.

once he's out and the door slams behind him, he freezes on the spot. his heart is pacing so fast, he thinks he's about to pass out but... no. no, no, no. this can't be the way. not like this. minho keeps trying to dial your number as he starts going down the list of places you might be at.

library? no. cafeteria? not there either. in one of the classrooms you decide to linger around every now and then–fuck's sake, classes aren't even on anymore, why is he checking here?!

his feet reroutes him to the next best thing: out of the buildings and in the open where he can think of where to go to next. through it all, though, he keeps cursing himself in plenty colourful languages in his mind. the one that keeps repeating itself is: i can't believe i'm a fucking idiot!

his mind is haywire, nearly set on fire the entire time he's scouring the campus for a glimpse of you. he feels like the upper hands of the universe must be laughing at the turn of events. mocking him for his failure with each location he tries to go to only to no avail; left with the dust of loneliness when you're nowhere to be found. he curses under his breath, not knowing where the hell you are especially when you're not reachable through phone.

his feet brings him out of the buildings, through the flush greenery and–the familiar sound of his ringtone vibrates in his pocket. he frantically pulls it out and processes your name flashing across the screen. he manages to answer the call with trembling hands, only to be greeted with: "hey, min! sorry i didn't get to your calls. i didn't realise my phone was dead and i just plugged it into my power bank–"

"where are you, y/n?" minho cuts you off, almost feeling bad for doing so but he doesn't have much time. hell, he hasn't been keeping track of it just so it feels like he has more time to get to you.

he hears you chuckling, and he hates that at a time like this, he can't indulge in the feeling of making you laugh; be it intentional or not.

"turn around, min."

it takes the boy a second or two before he processes your words. he spins around once his mind registers your words and... and there you are. phone to your ear with your power bank plugged to it and... that stupid smile on your face that renders him breathless (including all that running he's been doing for the past ten to fifteen minutes).

his eyes soften at the sight of you, despite his heart doing somersaults because that was the effect you had on him. the power that makes his knees weak and... and...

"are you okay?" you snort, waving a hand in front of his face as you've shoved your phone into your bag, tilting your head at him. he's still catching his breath, heaving as the sweat trickles down his forehead. it seems to catch your attention when you use the sleeve of your sweater, lightly dabbing it to his forehead, "jeez, what were you doing? running a marathon?"

he answers truthfully: "i was looking for you."

"oh," you chuckle, retracting your hand to gesture it to yourself, as if to silently say well, you've found me.

"min," you call softly, swallowing thickly after, "i-is everything alright?"

minho doesn't know where to begin or how to begin. but with the countdown he has in his mind, he knows he has to start somewhere.

"i'm leaving," the words fly out of his mouth quicker than he can stop himself, and when he manages another deep inhale, he appreciates that you wait until he continues. "f-for summer, i'm following my family on the summer tour. my flight's in an hour."

"that's great!" was your immediate response, but when the seconds pass by and the longer you're staring into minho's eyes, it seems like there's more than meets the eye. "w-wait, is that not good? am i supposed to have another reaction?"

minho hates how you're hesitant to say anything further when the smile you have on your face is slowly fading. it's not that he doesn't want to smile, but it just feels like he can't. you see how minho's not returning your smile and something feels off. you can't put your tongue on it and it begins to near scare you but everything comes to a halt when you watch as minho puts his phone into his pocket so his hands are free to... reach for your hand.

he's gentle, as if any sudden movement will scare you away. you're trying to make sense of the situation when minho gives your hand a squeeze, cupping them in his hands as he builds the courage to look up to you, connecting your eyes once more.

"a-and i'd like it if you'd come with me."

he watches as his words sink into your system. how your eyes grow wide and your jaw hangs open but it doesn't look negative... yet. minho feels his heart racing; this could either make or break his summer. him knowing very well despite him going on the tour will unlock new sides to himself... he would love it if he got to spend it with you and just... exist in the world with you while experiencing new sides of the world. the thoughts alone has left him dreaming with a smile... and that's when he knew he wanted to try to make it a reality. to at least give it a shot and now, in this moment with you... he's well-aware it was a fifty-fifty chance.

and that was a chance he was willing to take.

"me? on the summer tour?" you glance down to your hand in his and gulp, blinking back up to him as the words try to formulate themselves: "is there something i'm not catching on here or–"minho's actions makes your words fall into themselves when he steps closer into your personal space bubble. he's... gentle with his advancements despite the urgency lacing his words. yet, the sudden movement doesn't make you back away.

if anything, you lean in when minho's closer to you.

"i... i know it sounds crazy but," he licks his lips, blinking down to the gap between your bodies because he doesn't know if he can look you in the eye as he says: "i wouldn't have anyone else to come with me if it's not you."

the silence is deafening; past the ruffles of the leaves that float on the ground. the low murmurs of passerbys and their footsteps padding away in the distance. the heavy breathing from minho, catching his breath from all the running and the anxiety biting at the back of his neck.

"what if i said no?" you try asking, not that it was your intention but it was a thought you let out loud. you watch as your question makes minho a little sad but he still manages a smile. bittersweet. "then i'd wish you a good summer break... and hope i'd still see you back here."

you nod slowly, your eyes gazing down to watch your hand in his both. you give his hands a squeeze and he reciprocates, still cupping your hand tenderly.

"and what if i said yes?"

those words alone sparked hope into minho's eyes, and you feel it when he tightens the grip out of his subconscious. he takes in a deep breath and exhales shakily, licking his lips before he says: "i can't begin to imagine what it would be like if you said yes. but for starters," he looks up to you, the glint in his eyes is what makes your heart race and calm at the same time–this unspeakable comfort that makes you know, no, feel that being with minho... feels right. "it would make me happy," he murmurs, lowering his eyes from yours to smile to himself, seeing how your feet goes between his feet due to the proximity, "very, very happy."

though it was sudden, though it was out of nowhere, you can't deny that in your heart, this... felt right. it scared you and makes you wonder of all the possibilities of what could go right, wrong but you know regardless of it all, not going with minho would be something you'd regret if you let this chance go. (plus, you didn't have much of a real plan of where to go for the summer anyway. so this was a big step ahead.)

"we have so much to unpack here," you chuckle, shaking your head as you grip onto minho's hand, feeling him return the gesture as he uses a hand to hold onto yours properly, the other cupping the back of the hand of yours he has captive.

"and we'll have time," he says, gazing up to your eyes with the kind of happiness that makes your heart swoon.

"my luggages are still in the dorm," you snort, just now realising they're in the corner of your dorm living room.

"not exactly," minho chuckles, using his eyes to point over your shoulder and you look over it to see kitty and q, out of breath, hunched over your couple of luggages as they try to keep themselves upright with a feeble thumbs up from a distance. you can't help but laugh at the sight before the feeling of minho holding your hand reels your attention back to him.

you watch as he gulps, his hands are beginning to get clammy and you know when minho's nervous. it wasn't your intention to keep him waiting but it's not everyday that someone just asks you to join them to tour several countries in less than an hour. it makes your heart race just thinking about it but... one thing's for certain that you need to clarify: "are you sure?"

minho can't help but laugh. he's been thinking about this for the longest time since he's made the decision to go on the summer tour alone. when the thought of you joining him became a possible equation, it's–"i've been right and wrong about a lot of things," minho murmurs, taking the brave step to lean his forehead onto yours, "but this..." he's already looking at you when you tilt your eyes up to meet with his, "this i'm certain of."

you let your eyes flutter shut with a soft exhale. minho feels the nervousness take over his system with each second that goes by and you don't say anything. then, he feels your fingers filling between his own. before he can bask in the feeling, before he can jump to his conclusions, you say a single word that makes his breath hitch.

"okay."

it's like radio silence. the only thing minho can hear is your voice that he has to be clear on this.

"o-okay?" he leans back, eyes widening with the flood of joy he can't contain when your smile grows first, before your eyes open and now the two of you are a pair of smiling idiots.

"yes, i would love to!"

minho lets go of your hand to pull you into his arms. you're surprised, but it's like your body and heart knows what to do when your arms welcome him in to wrap around his neck. you squeal when he spins you around; feeling him laugh against the side of your ear as he squeezes you tight.

the two of you are about to indulge in the feeling; being in each other's arms but–"i hate to be the bearer of bad news but minho, y/n, continue this at the airport!"

"oh, shit!" minho pulls away from you to let you know that–"the driver's here! we have to go!"

"what?!" is the only thing that comes out from your mouth, the shock renders you speechless that you've conveniently forgot that minho clearly mentioned flight's in an hour.

"hug, kiss, do whatever you want but later! get to the airport!" kitty's voice gives you the nudge you need. you barely have enough time to hug either kitty or q properly and say your goodbyes. minho's grabbing onto your hand, the other grabbing some of your bags and nudging you to do the same before you're left running to where his driver's parked.

from a distance, you can hear kitty and q squealing, but really, all you can focus on is the adrenaline fueling your veins with minho's hand in yours and occasionally glancing to his smile.

(("all of this feels surreal," your words come out in a mere whisper as your eyes drink in the details of the lavish seats; marble panels, the vast space between the seats and quite frankly, the lack of seats which makes everything feel more spacious. you hadn't realised you had said it out loud when you hear minho saying: "yeah, it does," while you're talking about the grandeur of it all, it seems like minho's talking about something else when you meet with his gaze. the warmth and excitement that radiates his pupils makes you smile, even more when you follow his line of sight down to between your bodies. he has his palm facing up, resting in the space between your bodies. his fingers are a little shaky as he lifts his hand up and rests it on your thigh, close to your knee. you try to be calm and collected but minho doesn't miss the way you press your lips together to avoid smiling too wide as you place your hand in his. his fingers fill the spaces between yours; like you were made for him to hold and he cherishes it. he gives your hand a squeeze before he decides to close his eyes. you do the same, only difference is that you scoot a little closer towards him to rest your head on his shoulder. he instinctively shifts lower to let you slot your head perfectly and minho's already smiling as he drifts away to sleep. knowing that the weeks ahead, the dream he has of you following him on the summer tour, is now a reality when he feels you close to him and the fingers of yours between his own.))

[shieldedreams]

ok yooo so I just read your Minho fics and LOVEEEDDDDD ITTTT

I wanted to request a Minho fic too. I feel like jealousy is such a good idea to write a story around. Nothing like seeing your beloved with someone else and hoping that it would be you. So I was wondering if you could write a story revolving around those emotions?

hihi lovely!!! Thanks so much! ❤️

Requests aren't open at the moment (as I only swing by every now and then) but I'll write a smol jealousy thing in a bit hehe, it'll come soon! ⭐

[shieldedreams]

in the silence, my heart beats the loudest (m.m.)

summary ⇾ minho thinks he's pretty good at keeping his feelings at bay, but sometimes, the silence tends to challenge him details ⇾ 1,273 words / minho moon (xo, kitty) x gn!reader / 🌸 a bunch of soft feels / a sprinkle of curse words / the au where minho's absolutely (silently) whipped for someone (and kitty and q are somehow big shippers) notes ⇾ not me coming back just to write this but hey, i gave xo, kitty a shot and not surprisingly adoring minho ; w ;

a regular occurrence that no one no longer bats their eyes at is the way at any given point, minho could be found by your side despite the claim of i don't have any issues studying alone, as a matter of fact? sit on the other side, you're blocking the light. yet, somehow, minho's willing to give up the window seat he eyes when it's your bag and belongings that claims the seat.

today was no different.

minho finds himself well-acquainted with the seat next to you; almost too comfortably nudging your things aside to make room for himself. it makes you scoff–not out of annoyance–in amusement as you turn the cheek to raise your brow at him.

"well, hello to you too, then," minho jabs, quietly (because this is a library) but the sass in his tone is ever-present.

"there are plenty of seats available, mr. moon," you huff, placing a hand on one of your books to prevent him from putting his things down next to you just yet. he grabs the chair and leans down, squinting his eyes at you, "i don't believe i'm asking if i can sit here," he juts his chin towards the book you have captive, "i am sitting here."

minho hates–hates–how you lean closer towards him that it almost makes him lean back despite appreciating how close you are to him. it was your turn to narrow your eyes at him with the slight purse of your lips and how fucking adorable.

if there's anything that you can attribute minho to, it would be he doesn't back down without a fight. he challenges you by blowing the baby hairs on your forehead due to the close proximity, earning himself a chuckle from you.

"it'll be my treat when we get a snack break later, so please for the love of god, just move your shit."

and if there's anything–more than the many things–minho adores about you (but won't ever tell you just yet), it's the way you mirror his passion in a way that makes his heart swell.

"i get to choose the convenience store?" you're smiling so hard, it spills over in your words as you blink up to him.

minho sighs, "to your heart's desire, my love."

that earns him a gummy grin from you as your arm quite literally shoves everything aside to create the vast amount of space for him to settle in. "welcome in, mr. handsome."

even though minho rolls his eyes, he's trying to mask the smile that threatens to form on his lips when you giddily put your things away properly, scooting to the side a little to accommodate more space for him. he dislikes that you seem to be further away but when he actually sits down and feels you bumping shoulders with him, he's thankful that you give him space or it'll definitely feel like it's too hot in here.

he swallows thickly and settles in, shaking his nerves as he leans back in the seat, eyes carefully drifting over to you to see that you're taking the assignment pretty seriously. he begins to unload his bag, fishing out his laptop and a notebook. it's like you've read his mind (or memorised his patterns) when you mindlessly nudge your pencil case towards his direction despite having your eyes glued onto your book with a highlighter. a smile quirks onto his face as he murmurs a soft thanks, then grabbing a pen to fiddle with as he attempts to take a crack at the work he's assigned with.

the hands of time ticks away, the students begin to file out of the library as it nears the time for the next round of classes (except it doesn't concern either you or minho), which is why he hasn't bothered you from your little "break". quite the contrary, he lets you use his folded blazer as a place for you to rest your head to pillow between the table.

he normally doesn't condone this, but when he knows you've had a late night the night before, it was almost too easy for him to make the decision to pull his folded blazer out for you to–well, goodnight, y/n. he smiles to himself when he sees how accustomed you are to closing your eyes and drifting away in slumber... with one of his hands held captive.

he has this fear... that some way, through the pulse of his fingertips you have in yours, that you can feel how hard his heart is pounding in his chest. how you can render him to feel the whole damn zoo bubbling from within without saying anything at all. he bites down on his tongue to offer himself a sort of relief, even when he knows it's useless. all he does is sigh as he rests his chin in his palm, pretending like it's no big deal as he continues to stare at his laptop... when in fact, everything turns into a blur as his eyes trail down to the keyboard, occasionally glancing over to you with the smile he continuously tries to hide.

he fears that one day, his fear would surface as a weakness instead. that it'll take you away from him. break from this little reverie of happiness he has.

but for now... with the soft glow of the sunlight casted over your features as you peacefully take intakes of air, cheek pressed to his blazer, hand gently holding onto his (because now he had duties as your human alarm clock)... minho allowed himself to have this little piece of heaven.

((minho regrets looking up when he hears his name being whispered in the quiet of the library. he meets with two familiar pair of eyes that makes him scowl. did y/n come here to nap? q mouths, followed by kitty's half-whisper, half-squeal as she whips out her phone, trying to hide the biggest grin on her face as she captures the moment. and are you here to accompany them? q mouths again, only to get nothing in response from minho apart from his glare. "woah, tough crowd," kitty grabs q by the arm, dragging the both of them out of the situation. it's only a couple of beats before kitty half-yells, "check your phone later, minho!" before minho can respond, he's more worried about you waking up that he turns to look at you. he sighs as you remain resting peacefully, keeping one of his hands captive with a small smile to your face. (unknowingly, it makes the boy smile, too) // the vibration against minho's thigh makes him pull out his phone with his free hand. he gulps before he taps on the unread message from kitty. upon clicking on [download] to view the image, minho has to suck the insides of his cheek to stop himself from smiling when he sees it's the view from q and kitty a couple of steps away from where he's sat with you. his hand in yours, your head resting on his blazer, the sunlight glow casting the outline on both of your silhouette and... the softness in his own eyes as they're locked onto you. he tries not to indulge too much, tapping out of the photo to text: you better keep this to yourself, covey [3:32pm] (read) my lips (and hands) are sealed 🤐 [3:33pm] minho is about to text a thank you, but finds himself cursing under his breath when the next text from kitty makes him– for now, at least ;) [3:33pm] but when you're squeezing his hand, unconscious and sitting next to him... he'll ignore it and pretend like everything is okay. for now, everything is at ease and peaceful and sometimes, he'd rather keep things this way if it meant security in having you beside him.))

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Happy 104th 107th Birthday, Steven Grant Rogers || (July 4th, 1918)

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Avatar: The Way of Water (2022) dir. James Cameron  

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Avatar: The Way of Water (2022) dir. James Cameron

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Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings (2021) Dir. Destin Daniel Cretton

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GIVE ME YOUR TMI — KINGSMAN

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Happy Birthday Steve Rogers! Fuck You America!

Actual footage of Steve if he saw the shit happening right now in this fucking country.

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CHRIS EVANS UNBOXES THE LIGHTYEAR TOYS

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The perfect son, the perfect little soldier 🥹

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I’m a Catholic whore, currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black Jewish boyfriend who works at a military abortion clinic. So, hail Satan, and have a lovely afternoon, madam.

Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014), dir. Matthew Vaughn