#hyunho fanfic

[midnighthwng]

sight to see // hyunho

an unexpected find during the end of the world.

₊˚.⋆ pairing: lee know + hyunjin; ft. i.n

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: sci-fi + meet cute (kind of)

₊˚.⋆ warning/s: mentions of blood

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ word count: 2.2k

₊˚.⋆ ao3 link

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"hyung! did you hear that?"

minho rolled his eyes, walking over to jeongin, who eagerly peeked out one of the windows. 'the window', made of a tiny slit in between the wooden boards, hastily nailed in place of broken glass. they figured that convenience stores were built to be steady, but glass was glass.

"you could hear the wind blow and you would think it's an approaching survivor," he sighed after he saw nothing through the space. he almost went back to his resting spot before jeongin pulled him back to peek.

"no, really! i heard something, i heard footsteps," the younger whisper-yelled. he was shaking his brother's shoulders, which really didn't help with his now growing headache.

minho swat his hands off of him, before pulling away from the window and walking to his previous seat. "it was probably, i don't know, a dog? i mean if you were sick of our biscuit supply, then i could have a look…"

a newspaper roll came flying onto his face. where'd that come from? "oi!"

"that's disgusting, hyung! i can't believe you think i would ever!" jeongin whined. minho chuckled and approached him again, ruffling his hair. the younger kept his pout.

"we'll… ah," he sighed, he's giving in, again. "i will check it out. only me."

"but hyung," the other whined again.

"no 'but's. you heard something and that's enough, we don't want you in danger."

"i don't want you in danger, either!"

"hyung can take care of himself just fine, buddy. besides, it's really probably just the wind," he winked.

minho stood and collected keys and a big padlock from the counter across the entrance of the store.

before he unlocked the doors, jeongin stood to hold him back by the arm. "wait."

the elder raised a brow. jeongin slowly lifted his arm to place something in his palm. a lollipop?

"in case you get hungry…?"

minho's eyes suddenly felt heavy with water. "what are you saying— i'm not gonna leave for that long!" he grabbed the candy and pulled his brother into his chest, into a tight embrace. "you're annoying."

"i'm just being cautious! you won't let me leave with you," jeongin chuckled. minho felt growing warmth on his shirt.

"i'm not gonna…" minho trailed off. he didn't want to say the word. why was he leaving again? ah right, jeongin heard something outside. "i won't be gone long, okay? i'll just round the building and i'll be back." the younger nodded, pulling away and unlocking the doors for him. he kept the keys and the lollipop in his front pocket and stepped out.

the atmosphere hadn't changed from when they first came here. the same gloomy red skies, abandoned cars, other stores broken in, electrical posts knocked down. there was a nonfunctional tank in the middle of the road, crashed to its side and reeking of undead remains it had run over before. maybe there was one or two in there, still.

minho sighed and turned to lock the outside bars with the padlock. he put the keys back into his pocket and looked over to their window, meeting a pair of eyes, to whom he smiled and waved.

then he heard it. rubble cracking underneath light footsteps. minho quietly walked over to the general direction of the sound, slowly reaching for the pistol in his makeshift holster. don't shoot, just warn. he made it a couple of buildings past their store before he found the source, situating himself behind a rundown car and peeking out.

some guy had half of his body through the backseat window of a car across the road. what the hell is he doing? the man was shifting around as he seemed to be looking for something, rocking the car and causing metal to creak together. he's being too loud…

just as the thought entered his head, he recognized a second pair of footsteps approaching. he looked around to find the origin; an alleyway behind the rundown car. where the man was still halfway seemingly stuck inside.

"damn it," minho cursed under his breath. he took his hand off the pistol and reached for the knife next to it.

the walker looked around for the sound and started speeding towards the car. just before its hands were to grab onto the guy's black pants, minho shoved it onto the floor and pierced its head with the knife. rotten blood laid itself onto his hand and flew onto his cheek. what a mess…

the creaking noises had stopped. minho slowly stood, wiping the blood off with his denim sleeve, and turned around to face the almost victim, who had finally pulled himself out of the car. the man, tall with messy, jet black hair and a black hoodie, stood there, with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. he grew red all over his small face. minho would've laughed had he not almost died because he was being too careless. he may have noticed the other's admittedly pretty face, though.

"sh-shit, i'm sorry— you had to— i'm sorry," the man hung his head low.

minho chuckled. "you should pay attention to your surroundings, kid," he said coldly. "if i hadn't been here… well, you'd be making different, unfortunate, noises…"

he thought the other's eyes couldn't go any wider, but they did. "i-i'm really, really sorry, sir," his voice grew bigger with panic, minho looking around for any danger, "you had to go through the troub—"

minho turned the man around and cupped a hand over his mouth to shut him up for a bit. loud rustling came from the direction of the store. jeongin… he had no time to get back inside.

he led them to a block farther from the store, farther from the approaching horde, hoping to find temporary shelter. hoping that the horde would only pass by.

he found an opening; yet another shattered window to an electronics store. it had been almost wiped clean by survivors— thieves, what would you need electronics for in the apocalypse?— save for a few blocky monitors ruined on the floor.

minho encouraged the man to climb in first before he followed. "here," he whispered, both of them ducking behind the store's counter. the rustling became louder. as if the horde was taunting them, following them wherever they had gone, trapping them until there was no way out, no way back home. back to the convenience store… back to his little brother.

"who are you? why did you save me?"

minho slightly jumped and stared at him. he didn't expect a conversation, nor did he want it. the man's voice was soft but it wasn't quiet. not with how the walkers could hear everything, and how they would follow whatever they heard. minho held a finger to his own mouth as a shhh and peeked over the counter. he immediately sat down.

"they're coming," he mouthed, closing his eyes and listening to the approaching parade.

both of them seemed to stop breathing in anxiety. noise attracts attention, not only to humans, but to the undead. especially the undead.

seconds before the first walker stepped into view, minho was grabbed and pushed to the ground— his eyes flew open and was met by the sight of the man he rescued wrestling with a walker, an unlucky store clerk that they didn't notice before they stepped in their hiding spot.

"fuck—" minho cursed, shuffling behind them and kicking it behind its knee, causing its calf to dislodge but not fall off. it lost its balance, but was still inches from being face to face with the man, so dangerously close to pulling him to the other side.

minho pulled out his knife and, as carefully but swiftly as possible, dug it into the walker's brain. slowly, it lost power and collapsed in the other's arms. he pushed it away and sat back down, checking himself for injuries. "damn it…"

as silence swept over them again, they noticed that the commotion outside had stopped. minho carried his gaze to the outside of the store. it was clear. the noise only faded into the distance, but the horde was out of sight.

"do you feel a sting anywhere?" minho looked over, eyes widening as he saw blood on the man's nose. "is that—"

"no, it doesn't hurt anywhere," the other responded. he stood in front of minho and bowed. "thank you for saving me. thrice."

minho had his brows raised. he was surprised to see the respectful gesture after so long. but to think… he was the first other survivor he's run into in a while. minho held his shoulders to help him stand, "it's no problem… just be careful and be alert, alright?"

the man smiled brightly and nodded. well, that was a sight to see. "yes, sir." as if he remembered something so important, his smile dropped, eyes widened, and bowed again. "m-my name is hyunjin, sir. how rude of me."

"wh— it's okay," he chuckled, helping him stand straight again. "minho." he held out a hand which the other respectfully shook. they listened to the wind blow for a second, before he asked hyunjin where he even came from. "do you have family to go back to?"

hyunjin looked away. minho observed as the other's eyes seem to start watering. "shit, sorry, you don't have to answer..."

"it's alright," hyunjin sighed. "just… we should probably get somewhere safe first."

minho almost jumped in realization. they weren't anywhere near safe right now, plus he had to get back to his brother. "i'll take you to our place, we gotta go now," he rushed, already climbing through the broken window. hyunjin followed suit and basically ran towards the convenience store.

as they approached shelter, minho sighed in relief as he saw the same pair of eyes peeking through the slit in the window. "you been watching the whole time, bud?" he whispered, almost giggling as he noticed how the younger's eyes seemed a bit damp.

"you scared me when you just ran off… come inside now, please?" jeongin pleaded. his expression went from worry to shock as he saw hyunjin come into view.

minho waited for hyunjin to catch up before he took out his keys and unlocked the door. he let him in first and scanned their surroundings as he followed.

jeongin shuffled to stand, jaw dropped as he stared at the taller boy. "you were right, innie," minho called after he secured the padlock, walking over to mess with jeongin's hair. "finally."

quickly, jeongin went over to hyunjin and started patting him everywhere— from his hair to his hoodie to his pant pockets— "who are you? where did you come from? why are you here— is that blood on your nose???" hyunjin's eyes blew open as he pushed jeongin off of him and rushed to the surveillance mirror of the store.

he looked over himself in panic, but quickly calmed as he seemed to realize what it was. he sighed as he wiped the blood off with his sleeve. "it's just a splatter from earlier…" he turned and sat on one of the benches in front of the other two.

"earlier? what happened earlier??" jeongin nearly yelled, minho not appreciating the sound at all. his headache had suddenly come back.

"we ran into two of them," minho tiredly answered, reaching over to pat jeongin's head. "no one is hurt, don't worry." he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. he hadn't been aware that he was out of breath and energy from today's encounters. how long had it been since then?

jeongin cleared his throat. "why are you staring? what are you planning?" he said lowly. minho opened an eye to peek and met with hyunjin staring at him like the younger had said.

"w-what," hyunjin stuttered, quickly averting his gaze and moving it to one of the windows, "i'm not.. staring.."

"you were," minho chuckled. "it's fine, i know i'm cute."

jeongin groaned, brows furrowed and making that silly, disgusted face that minho adored. "hyung, please, can you not." hyunjin turned extremely red.

minho couldn't help his laughter. he missed these moments. teasing his friends and his brother about literally anything, not worrying about anything around them. not being worried of lurking danger from people, alive or undead. "am i wrong?"

the younger made a face, causing minho to chuckle a bit louder and tackled him into a hug.

"actually, he isn't wrong," they heard from the seat across them. they both turned and saw hyunjin, less red, looking at them with a soft smile.

then, minho finally got a good look at the other's face. the messy hair, intimidating siren eyes, small nose, and the plump lips… it's a good combination. "you're really handsome, hyunjin-ah."

he laughed as he watched hyunjin avert his gaze again, eyes wide and furious blush brought back. he felt jeongin chuckle on his side. "so that's it? y'all were just checking each other out?"

"checking ea— jeongin, where did you learn this language??" minho mocked, giggling at jeongin's exhausted expression. faintly, he heard a chuckle from the other seat as well.

minho looked at hyunjin and saw that bright smile again. "you can stay here for a bit."

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another repost from my ao3, yippee! fun fact, i wrote this with their double knot teaser images in mind, so if you wanted to imagine them in certain clothing or in a certain setting, that was the inspo for this :)

i've had the idea to continue this zombie au as a series with the other kids but haven't had the motivation to do it, buttt maybe i can restart that idea sometime soon :o idk yet hehe

thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoyed <3

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[justhyunhoer]

Midnight surprise ♡

Masterlist

Pairings : hwang hyunjin X Lee min ho , hyunlix and minsung as besties.

Warnings: it's an AU, kisses, anxiety(not really), midnight date, holding hands.

Mid winters were going on when suddenly out of the blue minho and hyunjin decided to share the bucket list they made for the season , cause they didn't had any better thing to talk upon during their brake. Usually they sit with their group but today it turned out that they all were gone for some reason.

Minho's was simple : visiting his parents, buying toys for his cats , going to an amusement park with his bestie jisung , and a movie date with his friends.

Hyunjin was quiet upset cause the other didn't had anything to do with him, but anyways it wasn't like he was his boyfriend or something cause Hyunjin was too shy to confess, morely scared .

"What are your plans hyunjin? "

"Aghh, it's nothing much hyung . I just want to have a hot cup of noodles,late at night, when it's really chilly at..you know those red snack carts ?"

"Those type they show in dramas ?" Minho asked with an amused smile, which in response hyunjin bite his lips out of nervousness thinking whether the older found his wish weird or something.

"Yes, it's simple right..." His voice trailed down ,as this particular wish is always left unfulfilled at the end , and probably that will remain unchanged for this year too.

Minho noticed that hyunjin was quiet down after that and he knew that this simple wish of him was quiet difficult as their hostel restricted them going out of the university premises after 8 pm to avoid any kind of nuisance that would ruin their reputation (problems of the prestigious ones). Bit crazy but facts.

Challenge accepted

This was the perfect chance for minho to ask hyunjin out in a romantic way which he himself never thought of. It is challenging cause sneaking out of their dormitories wasn't easy at all but minho have to take the risk for his crush.

"Are you sure you want to do this, hyung!?" Jisung exclaimed after minho asked him for help . "I am , that's why I asked you sungie." Minho sighed and plopped down on his bed as already a week passed after their chat and the homework they gave was immense. But still minho managed to study the possible ways that they could sneak out,  but they were all too dangerous,  that's when he remembered that han mentioned something about his friends sneaking out or so not too long ago,

" Okay,  let's meet Chan , changbin and seungmin first, and then you can decide whether it's a good idea or not."

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Now the task was easy as he just had to butter the security guard properly and done!

He'll  probably meet him around 9 as he had a night shift.

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Minho left the room when jisung was still fully engaged in completing a work of music that their department assigned them.

"Ajjushi,  pleaseee..."

"No means no."

"I've never ever sneaked before ! Just this time , please."

"You want me to fall for that?"

"It's matter of love! Just this once, I promise I wont create any trouble,  pleasee..."

"Aghh, kids these days! "

With lot more pleading , minho received the permission . But there was a condition that if they won't return until 5 , they would get into a problem cause that's when his shift ends. This indeed was the safest way to sneak out without ending up into the principal's office.

Okay now I have to find a location and text hyunjin. Perfect!

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[12 :00]

Minho : hey, jinne. Are you free right now?

(few minutes later)

Hyunjin : yes, what's the matter?

Minho : nothing much , dress up warmly and come over to my dorm.

Hyunjin : why hyung? Is something wrong?

Minho : just come here! Stop questioning!

Hyunjin: okay hyungiee <3

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"What's up jinnie at this hour?" Felix questioned as hyunjin paused the drama they were watching on lix's laptop.

Hyunjin started jumping on the bed happily, making noises, leaving Felix confused. he decided to look at his bestfriend's then displaying mobile screen.

"OH MY GOD! HWANG HYUNJIN!" Felix got up and shook his shoulders with a wide amused yet happy grin. "Hurry up jinnie! You have to doll up!" Felix said pulling the taller down the bed and rumbled through their closet, looking for a suitable clothing.

"You have to make him fall for you today!" Felix said picking an outfit "But lix...WhY he wants me there at THIS hour?" Hyunjin said , thinking about every possible reasons , but found none. "Dunno, stop overthinking, jinnie." Hyunjin nodded and did his hair , honestly just combed it and ran his hand through them . Clean yet messy look. Perfect.

"Lix this won't do ! He told me to dress warmly " hyunjin whined and threw the crop top at the other's face . Felix just giggled and selected a creamish knitted sweater and regular blue pants. Hyunjin applied his cherry lip balm and nothing else. Finally after 15 mins he took his jacket and left .

His heart was beating abnormally if that's what it's said , he read the digits 501 and knocked twice. Minho opened the door and instead of giving hyunjin way in, he came out and locked the door behind him. His assumption was correct ,hyunjin came without a muffler and it was pretty chilly out there...more than usual.

Minho handed him two hot hand packs and settled a muffler around his neck , this action startled the younger. "H..hyung why these- What are you planning!?" His eyes widened at the time when minho said , "Emptying your bucketlist."

Minho held his hand and started walking away, "Are we- hyung! Noo!" He whined "Yes we are , you whiny baby." Minho smiled in his direction, feet never forgetting their way.

On their way down hyunjin again interrogated "but what If we get caught ?" His hot breath making little white fog appear in front of his lips. "Remember, I have muffler instead of tissues here." "You are tough lee min ho. " hyunjin teasingly sighed . "I know right." Usually minho would bicker back but today was different, right?

"Why are we following the normal way out?"

"Trust me jinnie, will you ?"

"I was just curious though..."

He pouted and followed him like a baby duckling following the mother duck. He felt weird when the security gave them a thumbs up when minho mentioned his name but also received a questioning look where the brunette nodded in response with a wide smile.

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Felix : hey, sungiee

Jisung: yes ,lixiee

Felix : where are you ?

Jisung: at the dorm, why? ...Okay hyung took jinnie on a date !

Felix: date? You mean he's gonna propose him !?

Jisung: yes! And he didn't wanted to spoil it hence, I didn't told you.

Felix: you meaniee

Jisung : lol sorry, an don't you dare text hyunjin!

Felix : I won't!

Jisung : go to bed now, they'll be late...

Felix: are they ....

Jisung : nope.

Felix : oh okay

Jisung: go to bed nowww!

Felix : nope, gotta complete the drama first!

Jisung : I just can't-

Felix : heheheh byeee

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Minho never imagined the situation that they are in right now : walking side by side with hyunjin on a cold winter night with beautiful night sky , illuminated by the stars and moon. Cold breeze hitting their skin where hyunjin's half face is covered with the muffler that minho gave him, his pink tinted cheeks still slightly visible though an him taking little glances at the younger during their little talks , here and there. Everything was just perfect.

Right now they were laughing on a random joke minho said , to minho the laughing hyunjin in front of him was all he needed at te moment. The way his eyes almost disappeared and that smile he was flashing right now did things to minho .

"You look pretty, jinnie."

The sudden compliment from the older made hyunjin's heart skip a beat. A red color covered his cheeks which wasn't because of the cold weather.

"You didn't meant that, did you?" Hyunjin said hoping a 'I did' just to get disappointed by "You're smart hwang hyunjin !" Minho joked and laughed to recieve a "Yaah!" And a playful slap on his arm .

It was now hyunjin's chance to admire him... From last 20 mins he's trying to suppress the urge to hold minho's hand and honestly that was the only thing he needed to make this moment perfect, after all he won't ruin this already perfect moment , which was a night date with him by asking that . Well, that's what he thought.

"We're here! " Minho joyfully exclaimed and turned off the maps when he spotted a red snack cart and turned off the maps. Just few steps and hyunjin's wish would be fulfilled.

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"Two hot noodles please! " minho cheerfully made the order when hyunjin was looking for a table which were settled there. They were 4 in total , two empty, and the remaining two had one couple and a group of employees. He finally picked one which was around a tree, which was a small round table with two chairs .

Minho came with their bowls on a tray and returned it later,

"Mmmm, yummy!" Hyunjin expressed with his entire body and the older giggled. "Eat well !" Minho said taking his first bite an had same expression as him.

"By the way, what were you doing when u texted you?"

"Watching a drama with lixie."

"Really ? Even when the work they gave to our departmentwas hectic? " minho widened his eye.

"They can always wait , lol." Hyunjin laughed and minho sighed, shaking his head in disbelief.

Their bowls were half empty by the time hyunjin halted their talks and beautifully smiled at the other, he was never this expressive (being dramaticis other thing ) but the happiness he was feeling today was just too much for him to contain. This sudden action of the younger made minho bit self conscious. Few seconds them admiring eachother and this time minho was the one who was flustered.

"Thank you hyung, I really mean it." Hyunjin broke the silence and it was one of the rarest times when minho's brain wasn't able to process a answer, just mesmerized by the boy sitting in front of him.

"W..wellcome....?" He blamed himself for stuttering and not looking in hyunjin's eyes. Before hyunjin can ease him for the same he clenched his fists and took a deep breath in order to muster up the courage for the thing he was planning to do.

Whereas hyunjin was just starting at his face trying to read what the other was up to.

"Hwang hyunjin, I know it's not the best way to ask anyone out , probablythe worst, but I like you and will you be my boyfriend ?" Minho literally rapped and white fog appearing in front of his lips as he relieved a sigh. He opened his eyes to meet the boy with widened eyes and a hand over his lips. Hyunjin's brain was malfunctioning right now.

Nothing changed for the last 5 seconds and then...

"It's okay hyunjin if it's a n-"

He was cutted off by something soft as cloud and plump, they were hyunjin's lips. Yes, right now he is being kissed by hyunjin who was bending over that small table to reach him , which minho gave in. He was on cloud nine right now. The kiss wasn't deep , just their lips pressed against eachother.

They pulled away soon when they heard cheers and claps around them, only to find out that people around them were cheering for them. They both were flustered for a second , blushing and smiling at the strangers.

Then hyunjin realized what he actually did, actually when minho stared speaking fir the other time, hyunjin's lips made their way to minho's without hyunjin knowing, in a hurry because his mind stopped functioning properly and the kdrama style response was all it thought about at that time.

They finished their remaining bowls without uttering a single word. Cause both of them needed some time to digest what just happened.

"I'll pay."

"O-okay."

Hyunjin prepared himself when Minho went to pay.

Hwang hyunjin, you got this. You're now lee minho's boyfriend. Calm down, calm down. He likes you too. YOU'RE DATING HIM NO-

His thoughts were halted when...

"Let's go." Minho smiled and offered his hand to hyunjin , which hyunjin grinned and held, now he was relieved, completely.

They started walking, hands in hand. This was a like dream to hyunjin: his crush asking him out, his pending wish (since years) getting fulfilled, more importantly him kissing his crush (now boyfriend) and right now walking hands in hands with him on a chilly winter night.

"Hyung, we're dating...?" It was a more like a question.

"Let me clear your doubt." Minho said , facing hyujin.

Hyunjin was confused, "hu-" it was now his turn to be cutted off with a kiss.

Minho tilted the younger's face with one hand and grabbed his neck with another and engaged him in a kiss, this one was a lot different than the previous one. This one was deep and passionate, filled with love. It wasn't a heated one but indeed was deep.

Hyunjin started feeling light headed, fully submitting himself to his boyfriend, resting his hands around his waist. After a minute or so ,both of them pulled apart to refill their lungs.

"Clear?"

"As Crystal."

"Good."

Minho ruffled hyunjin's hair and started walking away, hands in his pocket, leaving hyunjin behind. "Hey! Wait for me." Hyunjin caught up , clinging onto the others arm. "Your little rap was pretty good hyung! You can even beat Jisung if you try." Hyunjin joked, nudging.

"Muffler"

"Algetseumnida."

To minho, the sound of their laugh was beautiful, the night was beautiful, hyunjin's smile was beautiful, the way hyunjin felt was beautiful, his scent was beautiful, everything was beautiful, hyunjin himself was beautiful.

Their way back was full of jokes and teasing, no matter what their relationship with eachother is, one thing was for sure that they'll never miss a chance to tease eachother, specifically hyunjin.

***

Minho's room number was 501 where hyunjin's was 608. So today hyunjin got the chance to drop his boyfriend off (so drama-ish).

"Stop it hwang. "

"Let me walk you hyunggg, pweasee." Hyunjin tugged onto the others jacket with a whiny pout.

"Got it , got it."

Even though minho was acting this way from the outside, but truth to be told, he was loving it.

At minho's dorm:-

When minho entered the room , jisung was sleeping peacefully. But by the time he removed his jacket and shoes jisung was up on the bed. Ready to shoot loads of questions.

"It's 3 in the morning sungie, go to sleep, I'll you tommorow." Minho said knowing his friend way too well, adjusting himself I'm his comforter and turning off the lamps.

"Dang! Just tell me how it went then,"

"It was well. Wait, well is an understatement. "

"You better tell me each and every detail tommorow! "

"Got it, goodnight~"

Seems like neither minho or hyunjin were gonna sleep tonight.

At hyunjin's dorm:-

Hyunjin expected Felix to be waiting for him, excited to know what happened between them two. But as soon as hyunjin entered the dorm, he saw that te lights were off and Felix was sleeping like a 2 year old in front of the laptop screen, where drama was still playing on it.

He tucked the boy under the comforter on his bed properly.

Hyunjin went to his own later , somehow his hand unconsciously touching his lips. And te man was smiling like a weirdo , feeling of minho's soft lips was still lingering on his own. He spent the remaining night burying his face in pillow and throwing his legs up and down, remembering the events.

His head was replaying the scene where minho tilted hyunjin's face and the way his-

STOP IT HWANG HYUNJIN !

STOP IT LEE MINHO !

The case was the same with both. But eventually they drifted to sleep , thanks to the work their university gave.

(I saw a tiktok where hyunjin mentioned about his bucketlist and him wishing to have a late night snack at those red snack cart...)

[cuddlepilefics]

Sick and injured

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Minho

Caregivers: Hyunjin and Felix

Prompt @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Minho groaned as he pushed himself off the floor. “Gosh, you okay?”, Hyunjin gasped as he knelt next to the older. Though Minho nodded, his eyes seemed a little out of focus and the motion sent his head spinning. Seeing his hyung try to get up, Felix denied: “Take it easy for a moment.” To keep Minho from getting up, the Aussie rested his hand on the other’s shoulder, making him flinch. Felix’ brows furrowed with worry as his touch had been light. “It’s okay”, Minho panted, squeezing his eyes shut, “It’s okay, probably bruised my shoulder or something.” – “What about your head”, Hyunjin inquired, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair out of his hyung’s face, “Woah, you’re burning, hyung.” Sighing, Minho laid back on the floor and drew a shaky breath.

He had barely gotten any sleep the previous night. Coming down with a cold, Minho had had a hard time breathing through his nose, which made it incredibly difficult for him to fall asleep. He had probably already been running a fever, thinking back to how restless he had felt all night. The congestion in his sinuses had been messing with his balance all day and combined with the fever, he had been tripping himself frequently. Minho was honestly surprised that his fellow dance-liners had only noticed it now. He hadn’t been himself at all today and since they were the only ones there, he would’ve expected to be called out for his clumsiness immediately.

“I’m kinda sick but no, I didn’t hit my head”, Minho breathed, keeping his eyes closed to avoid the ceiling light aggravating his headache, “Only fell on my shoulder and it feels pretty sore but I’m not sure there’s much damage aside from a bruise.” – Kinda sick means?”, Hyunjin pressed, studying his hyung more closely while Felix got to his feet to collect the other’s water bottle. Lifting his left hand to rub at his nose, Minho sniffled: “Wasn’t much more than a runny nose and headache. I’m pretty stuffed up and it’s messing with my balance a bit.” – “Well, dancing most certainly didn’t help”, Felix sighed as he uncapped his hyung’s water bottle, “Your fever seems to be pretty high now. Do you think you can sit up to have some water?” Minho nodded and sat up with a grimace. His shoulder really did hurt now.

Accepting the bottle from his dongsaeng, Minho downed a few sips and shuddered as goosebumps spread down his arms. Felix took the bottle and screwed on the lid before holding it to the other’s forehead. It eased Minho’s headache some but he was already starting to shiver. “How’s your shoulder? I think we should get you back to the dorm to rest if your shoulder isn’t too bad”, Hyunjin asked softly, afraid they’d have to take the older to the hospital to get his injury looked at.

Considering his entire body ached already and his shoulder wasn’t significantly worse, Minho didn’t think his shoulder was seriously hurt, so they agreed to head back to their dorms. He had intended to take a hot shower to soothe the chills but was growing increasingly stiff and the task just sounded way too exhausting. Most movements of his right arm sent a sharp pain through his shoulder, so Minho slipped his right hand into the pocket of his hoodie to try and keep it as still as possible. Felix had linked his arm with Minho’s left afraid the older would fall again with how badly his balance was lacking. He felt Minho stiffen next to him as his breath hitched. “You okay, hyung?”, the Aussie asked worriedly, letting go of the other’s arm. The older gave a quick nod before bringing his hand up to his face, catching two itchy sneezes. His eyes welled up with tears as his face contorted in pain. Running his wrist under his nose, Minho sniffled: “M-my shoulder really didn’t like that.”

Minho had gone straight to his room to rest, foregoing the shower he had so been looking forward to earlier that day. Most of the members still had schedule but Hyunjin and Felix had decided to stay with him. After checking Minho’s shoulder for bruises, Felix helped the older try to get comfortable. There was no bruise to be seen yet but with how stiff he seemed, it had to hurt a lot. “Do you want me to get you an icepack?”, Felix asked once they had sorted his hyung’s pillows in a way that would support his shoulder just right. Tiredly relaxing into the soft material beneath him, Minho breathed: “I dunno. Feel cold enough already. Ugh, huh- ndo… I-I n-need to- need to s-snee-“ Panicking, the dancer scrubbed at his nose. Minho tried to keep his breath from hitching, fearing the pain that would inevitably come with sneezing. He was stressing so bad, he barely felt the two small hands on his arm and shoulder. “It’s okay, hyung. I got you”, Felix hummed, bracing his friend’s arm. The Aussie felt the muscles tense under his fingers as Minho stifled two forceful sneezes. Shakily releasing a breath, the older admitted: “That didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. Thanks, Lix.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get that looked at?”, Hyunjin asked from the doorway, “How are you going to get any rest like this?” Defeatedly dropping his head onto his pillow, Minho sighed: “I know. I just- I feel like I pulled a muscle with the way I fell on it and there’s nothing a doctor can really do about it but tell me to give it time to heal. A trip to the hospital just sounds way to exhausting just to get advice that I already know.” – “True”, the younger agreed, chewing his lip, “Uhm, I could make you some soup. You know, so you can take painkillers after eating a bit.” They were dancers and each of them had pulled muscles on numerous occasions, so if Minho said that was what was going on with his shoulder, chances were high that he was right about it. Hyunjin just wished there was more they could do to help their hyung. “That sounds really nice actually”, Minho mumbled, “I don’t really have an appetite and my throat’s scratchy but it’d be awesome to take something for the pain. Might bring the fever down too.” The younger nodded before making his way to the kitchen to prepare his hyung some food.

Felix promised Minho he’d be right back for cuddles but quickly rushed to the bathroom to get a cold washcloth. “Let me put that on your forehead”, the Aussie muttered, brushing the hair out of Minho’s face, “That should help with the fever and headache till you’re able to take some medicine.” With Felix running his fingers though his hair and the cold cloth on his forehead soothing the headache, Minho soon found himself growing drowsy. His body wrecked by the sleepless night and hours of dancing before. Whenever Minho’s breathing would waver, Felix hands wandered to his shoulder, ready to brace it so it wouldn’t get jerked if the older had to sneeze.

By the time Hyunjin joined them with a steaming bowl of soup, Minho was close to drifting off. Everything felt fuzzy and he struggled to wake himself back up to eat something. Only when he had to sneeze and his shoulder tensed despite Felix’ support, did the pain bring him back to focus. It was frustrating having to sit back up after taking so long to find a comfortable position but the promise of medicine and a nap afterwards made it bearable. Minho realized just how lucky he had been to have fallen onto his right arm. Sure, he had learned to eat with his right hand too but with the fever making him clumsy, it sure would’ve been difficult to feed himself. “Thanks”, Minho whispered as he accepted the spoon. Hyunjin held the bowl for him while Felix went to trade the washcloth for medicine and also retrieved a small tub of ointment.

“Here’s your medicine and if you stay like this for a moment, I’ll rub some ointment on your shoulder”, Felix hummed as he handed his hyung the pills. Minho quickly rinsed them down with a few sips of water and leant into Hyunjin’s side for support while Felix dabbed the ointment onto his shoulder. Lightly grazing the other’s skin with his fingers, Felix commented: “There’s still no bruise, which is good but if my touch hurts anywhere, please let me know.” The older gave a soft hum and closed his eyes. Trusting his dongsaeng fully, Minho was able to relax and it was easy to see how the tension melted away. Well, anywhere but in his shoulder, which remained still at his side. Felix’ hands were gentle and it didn’t necessarily but there were a few spots that felt overly sore and sensitive. Seeing the older wince, Felix reduced the pressure and lightly brushed his fingertips over the spot in hopes of easing the discomfort.

Confused when Hyunjin nodded at him, Felix looked at Minho’s face and had to suppress a giggle. The older had fallen asleep against Hyunjin’s side, his face peaceful. Wanting their hyung to get as much rest as possible, the two decided to lay him down. Felix carefully guided Minho’s arm, so it wouldn’t get twisted again while Hyunjin eased him down on the pillows. “I’ll fetch an icepack for his head”, the Aussie announced, leaving it to Hyunjin to tuck Minho in. The dorm was quiet aside from the occasional stuffy snore and Felix quickly shot their maknaes a text to be quiet when they got home, so they wouldn’t wake Minho, who obviously needed that rest dearly.

Minho had woken up for a moment when Hyunjin tucked the blanket around his shoulder, glancing up at his dongsaeng with a feverish gloss in his eyes. “You can go back to sleep, hyung”, the younger whispered, “We’ll either be in Felix’ or the living room if you need anything.” Accepting the icepack from Felix, Hyunjin carefully draped it across Minho’s forehead before drawing the blinds.

Not wanting to disturb their hyung, Hyunjin and Felix settled on the Aussie’s bed and watched a drama together. Their phones buzzed with messages from their group chat. The members were telling Minho to feel better while Chan announced 3racha would be bringing home takeout for dinner, so they could eat together at the dorm Minho shared with the maknae-line. Everything would be taken care of and there’d be more than enough people to help Minho out shoulder he need anything or change his mind about seeing a doctor.

Luckily, he did manage to sleep for the entire three hours before their groupmates returned from their schedules. It was only after dinner that Minho shyly approached Felix. He had been holding back his sneezes all evening, afraid of hurting himself but the tickle was slowly growing unbearable. “L-Lix?”, Minho mumbled quietly, “I k-kinda- I kinda need your… your help.” The younger looked at him, head tilted curiously as his hyung blushed. Motioning to his face, Minho scrunched up his nose and whispered: “’s so itchy.” Felix finally got the hint and took Minho’s left hand, guiding him to the bathroom. “Here, sit”, the Aussie directed, pulling a few tissues from the box. Pressing the tissues into Minho’s hand, he gently felt around the other’s shoulder before tightening his grip to hold it securely. Minho doubted he could feel anymore embarrassed than he did, drawing a shaking breath through his nose. Sniffling, he tried to trigger the sneeze he had been fighting all evening but by now it was stuck.

Minho lightly traced the edge of a tissue against his septum, making his breath hitch. A soft whimper escaped his lips before he was thrown into an itchy sneezing fit. “Bless”, Felix smiled sympathetically, “You done?” Urgently shaking his head, Minho caught two more sneezes. “Ndow I’b done”, he rasped behind his tissues, ready to blow his nose as soon as Felix let go of him. Tossing the tissues into the trash, Minho went to wash his hands and sighed in relief: “Thanks Lix, those were really bothering me.”

[chrisbangsbf]

tender

Minho/Hyunjin (2k)

Explicit 18+

Tags and Warnings: gore whore hyunjin, ftm minho, cat hybrid minho, knifeplay, blood, painplay, sadomasochism, wound fucking, thigh riding, consensual kink, established relationship

AO3 Link

[disturbedreams]

i am a crazy person give me enough time i can make the governments nuclear codes an au about hyuninho

[neonhyunjin]

have you ever wondered what would happen is stray kids were part of a magical hybrid cat cafe based on cute dating sim hustle cats? this fanfic will be for u!

only one chapter so far but more will be coming :)

Ft minsung, hyunsung, hyunho, and chanlix

[leeha225]

Falling for him was like fallin' from grace~ (2/2)

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Lee know × Fem reader

⚠genre⚠: childhood friends to lovers, sweet love, good girl gone bad, smut to finish off the thirsty minds. Playing rough, shackles and lots of love.

Synopsis: y/n meets her long-time no see neighbor/childhood friend. Sharing their deepest memories as both transcend to more.

(a/n: Smut is finally here people!!!!!! Rough and longing I say) Minors backoff!!!

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*Gasps*

A white towel came flying, landing on your face flat.

"Hey!!!" grabbing it away readjusting your vision to see him turned adjusting his attire. What was he upto?

"Did no one teach you to knock?" Glaring at him, he raised a cocky eyebrow with a smirk. He looked disheveled sweating all over heaving heavy breathes of air like he just ran a mile.

"Sorry, A-Are you okay? I just came up to get you some salt for-"

"Keep it on table and go get some sleep" Grumpy. A thud made you look back as he looked highly suspicious as his legs tried pushing something under the bed.

"What are you....Never mind. Good night and on saturday a teammate has arranged for a dinner party. So i might come home late" Quickly scooting to place the salt on the table, You looked back at him as he slowly paced towards were you stood.

"You want me to drop you?" Minho leaned in. Hands fisted in his pockets. Sweat shining under the dim light that shone through the window.

"No" quickly denied flustered.

"Okay" Blunt, Minho picked up the noodle bowl instead like he did nothing. Smiling he walked away enjoying his meal.

"I thought you had an important call" fought back making your way out of this situation.

"Canceled, Good night" Grabbing the door to close it after you left, his hand raised running it through his wet hair exposing forehead... Gawd he was gorgeously hawt.

"Uhm, Good night to you too" Sprinting back to your room technically his room, slamming the door shut, falling back sliding down the door. Your heart was pounding hard. Steading your breathing 1..2..3...breath in....breath out...

Vibrate* your phone vibrated in your pocket, fishing it out to see a call from your family. Talking to them, you confidently paced out to wash and clean up the leftovers but it was already done. Minho

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" ... Remove this animation, it may be too much.. " Tapping at the laptop aimlessly, as you bit down the stirring stick, a habit while thinking intently. Well you weren't really thinking of the conference but about what had happened on Wednesday night. How Minho's hands flexed as he struggled to adjust his pants, how his skin glistened in the dark, water dripping from each strand. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together. The next two days were as usual, both barely had time to even greet each other. Mostly it was you wanting to avoid him. Well....wild thoughts be gone. Rubbing your temple *sigh* even the grande coffee did not help.

"Are you okay?" One of the teammates asked pushing a basket of complementary snacks. And no weren't okay.

"Uh huh... Just need something to distract my.. Thoughts" Leaning forward to grab a pack of gummies to chew on.

"Just an hour more and we'll go partyyyy!!!" The girl cheered.

Being said as though the school closing bell went off everyone started packing up after an hour. Slipping in your laptop, when the sudden echo vibration of your phone on wooden desk made your heart thump.

Minho: Hey, when can i come pick you up?

Y: it's okay, idk when the dinner gets over.

Minho: Okay, let me know if it gets late.

Y: sure

Biting down a smile as someone called for you to hurry. Well what a great day.

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Flashing lights, dance floor, sweaty people, loud music, booze and no teachers. This ain't a dinner!!! It's a freakin club!!! Kinda explains what she meant by "party". Loud places weren't really your thing but for some reason you felt like you needed this to push 'Lee Minho' thoughts away. But atleast they reserved a private corner to settle down a bit.

"What do you wanna drink?" Each asked one another.

"I'm fine with anything" This isn't you, but come on life is all about taking risks... Isn't it?

Not literally...I guess. Bottles and glasses came in and you couldn't wait dump down some alcohol. Other than the teammates other team members eventually tagged along. You silently sat waiting for your fill when a guy came over to your side.

"Hey, I'm... " The loud noise censored his name and you didn't want to ask again.

"Hi" Simple and not caring. The guy smiled effortlessly and yes he was cute but nothing can compare to Minho-..... Arghhhhejfjsjejd

You quickly poured yourself an unknown transparent liquid and gulped it all in one go and gawdddddd it burned like hell. Too strong for you to handle that your vision doubled for a second.

And that's it...

That's how it started and you after few shots you found yourself on the dance floor. Letting loose all your worries and unwanted thoughts.

"Y/n let's take a picture" One of the girls came over with your phone. Peeking at it to see ton of calls and messages. Ignored.

Click.

To stir up more trouble your drunk head posted some pictures, knowing very well that the cat man will spot them. Looking through the pictures, this new you looked hot and assuring of big trouble brewing. First thinking it was formal dinner you wore a nice decent button up black dress that hugged your bodice well. Reaching mid thigh well you covered it all with a long coat but now that wasn't needed. The heat, smell and icky bodies just brushing about was enough to make you unravel more. Laughing to yourself as suddenly a hand snaked around your waist pulling you against their hard body. The guy whose-name-still -unknown came from behind to match your movement, making things uncomfortable. His crotch grinding against your ass, slow and hard. You didn't like it at all.

"Hey Hands off!" Swatting his arm, you walked away from the man, over to get another drink. He followed close by and things started to get creepy. Around the corner you speed walked to an open space, where people hung out to smoke and it wasn't helping. Wanting some fresh air you walked farther down a slope but foot steps kept shadowing... Why doesn't he just leave me alone? You thought. A sudden heated surge spread through like an electric wave, you couldn't walk much further, leaning against the wall to get a breather. Trying to pop open a few top buttons.

"You want help with that?" The guy came closer towering to touch your sides again.

"Why don't you just leave me be!" You shot at him, the guy stepped back, looking around. A group of junkies clearly high looked to your side.

"Stop making a scene... " He hissed, Suddenly your vision started to fuzz, everything around blurred, staggering on your feet. "Hah...drunk as sh*t" The voice echoed as the guy laughed and that's it, everything turned black. Suffocating

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"F*ck" Minho cursed scrolling through the pictures you posted. Collecting the tiniest hint on where you would be. Tags and through people he finally found one of the colleague posting an outside view of the building. Minho finally made it breaking every traffic rule, which he didn't give damn about to go get you. Car tyres screeching to a halt, slamming his way out through entrance. Sweat and s*x filled the air as almost every filthy move took place around. 'Where the f*ck could she be?' Pushing through the heavy crowd to find on recognisable so called teammate making out.

"Hey! Where is Y/n?" Minho shot but the couple glared and continued eat each other's faces off. "I'm talking to you" Grabbing on her arm, as the guy swatted them away towering over his frame in dominance.

"F*cker can't you see we're busy-"

"Hey hey hey" The girl finally back to her senses. "I don't know where she is but i saw her leave with some-" Her words trailed off as Minho bolted through the crowd and got out to high-land. Every single idiot filthy with smoke and pleasure. A scream made his coggs turn to find a group of crack heads murmuring over a guy mauling...

"Get your f*cking hands off her" Minho hollered the guy to the ground grabbing Y/n, still unconscious. Her dress half undone, almost raped in front of anyone and everyone. An inner growl rose through him.

"Hands" Minho commanded, the man didn't budge. Death glare made slowly bring forth his hands. Minho caught hold of them and crack, an awful sound from the man called out many people to watch over. Quickly making a few phone calls, Minho swooped you in his arms and walked away without a word. You were a bit sobber witnessing everything. But something kept bothering you the way he remained calm the whole time that he even left the guy back with just few blows and yesss a broken arm but... His hands flexed gripping tight on the steering wheel like it were the guys throat.

"Minho?" You tried to test the waters. No reply... Yup he's mad.

Pulling up on the drive way you felt ashamed for what had befallen on you but thank god the situation didn't go... Too far.

Walking to his apartment everything started flooding through your senses, you could feel that creeps touch around your body, making you shudder. Minho quickly opened the door and shut it with too much force causing you to flinch. "Minho I'm sorr-"

To your surprise the man grabbed your sides and quickly placed you on the nearby footwear cabinet. "What are you-" In a second his soft yet harsh lips crashed on yours filled with anger and dominance. Your eye's flew wide and closed at him biting and nipping at your skin. "Ahhng~" Giving him what he wanted as he slid his tongue over the seam of your lips for permission, quickly plunging his tongue in to meet yours, tasting every flavor of you. Like you imagined he tasted sweet and intoxicating, like a drug that you would be addicted to death. His hands banged against the wall caging you as the other grabbed onto your neck to tilt and position your mouth to perfectly fit. The lack on oxygen made you hazy, "Minho~" Moaning his name like a plea. Snapped out of his trance, eyes wide in shock and he broke away from you. Both breathing hard, chest heaving you slipped down to stand in front of him.

"This is a mistake...Go to your room and lock the door" His eyes hooded as he growled. This Minho was different and scary but you weren't scared not at least now. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking.

"And what if I don't?" Hands crossed over your chest, raised eyebrow and rebellion written all over. Minho stepped forward like a panther, until he caged you against the cabinet, hands on either side. Faces merely inches away. His eyes bore into your soul with anger, your eyes matched, held his unwavering. Power of alcohol.

"I'll make you"

"How?" The words came out as a whisper yet taunting. He exhaled.

"Go to your room" Minho turned to leave.

"You can't tell me what to do. Your not my-"

"You came to me, Y/n. So, yes I CAN TELL YOU WHAT TO DO!" He turned staring with annoyance fuming, his hair all messed up, his lips bright pink from the earlier display.

"STOP. YELLING!" You raised your voice as equal as his. Childhood crush hates you... Yayyy

"I'm not- why don't you understand that you were almost defiled by some random guy at the bar in front of THE DAMN PUBLIC... And you have the audacity to F*CKING DISOBEY ME?" His voice echoed and thrummed louder to your senses.

"Fine, im sorry but why do you care? Because I'm your neighbor? Or I'm that immature stupid girl who can't take care of her f*cking s*x life. Well you know what F*CK YOU because for that very reason I don't care if I was r*ped by some random guy in front of the world" You spat heaving hard. You just made things worse but for some reason you needed this. Everyone kept controlling you from doing the wrong like as though you were prone to it. If you don't make mistakes one can never know what was the mistake. In your case everything was preplanned, safeguarded that you wanted to take risks to feel... Free

Minho's anger flickered to a sad look, like he was hurt genuinely. You anger always came with hot tears, blurring your vision that you didn't realize that Minho came close and laid his forehead on your shoulder.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. But how would your father react if he got to know? " He spoke in a small voice.

"He won't know" You said in tiny reaching to touch his hair, something you always wanted to do. Soft locks sliding between your fingers. "Minho what am I to you?" You asked softly because you really needed to know. He exhaled against the curve of your neck causing goosebumps.

"Y/n" Air mixed with his voice deep as his lips softly found your skin. His warm moist lips left a trail of kisses up to meet your eyes. Eyes fluttering from the ticklish feel of his beautiful mouth on your skin.

"Mmm?"

"Your not an immature stupid girl and I've never seen you as just a neighbor" Minho's words made your eyes widen. His lips tugged to reveal his smirk. "But what you got yourself into is nowhere near for any person to witness. Sometimes getting help is never wrong and in your case being drunk things could have gotten... Worse" His hands tightened around your wrist at the last sentence. "So, please understand that even if your strong which I know you are, I here for you always" His words hit hard. He's right.

"Why?-"

"Shhhhh" Minho placed his finger on your lips. Slowly gliding them on your swollen flesh as it trailed softly down under your chin to look up at his dark hooded eyes. Minho looked darker not the same guy you grew up with goofing around but someone more menacing to the eye. "Your the most brightest soul that i have ever met, that i want to just bask in your light for an eternity or maybe just taint a little with my dirty side. You tell me baby, want to ascend or descend from heaven?" Minho's taunting voice echoed through your eyes, pulsing to your core lighting up an unusual flame. Anticipating just burning away your self restraint to bask in his own darkness and fall into his void. Minho's breath fanning against your face just entrapping you from thinking further... Such a tease.

"Bring heaven to me in hell" You say and something different shone in his eyes. Well all those romantic books you grew up reading to fend of the thirst to experience what you were about to paid off. Minho chuckled in a deep raspy tone making you feel the icky wetness dripping between your thighs. Meantime the man slide his hands from your wrist and face to your neck and back just pulling you towards him with powering force just knocking out the senses in you. Lips colliding teeth clashing as every part of each other was just glued together. You could feel his tightness while he could feel your peaks. Brushing more the bigger and harder he gets. Minho growled as he bent you backwards, kissing you harder like he was waiting for his whole life for this kiss. Teeth clashing and finally nipping at your lip his tongue regained dominance, tasting every expanse. Muffled moans and groans swirled, Minho's hands snaked under your a*s giving it a squeeze letting you know what he wants. Quick leap as he held you firm against him. Legs wrapped around his lower waist now that his hard friend down their was directly brushing against your core made you make an unrecognizable sound. Pulling back you looked down with a shudder as Minho watched you with a proud smirk. Your face heated up on knowing what you do to him and what he were to do to you as a gift and revenge.

"Now let me show how to handle this situation" Heels thunder to the floor, his jacket slid from your shoulders to the floor, leaving you only in the black button up dress hugging tightly against your curves. Minho gulped and licked his pink swollen lips like he was hungry to taste you. Well he was actually, but you felt equally as proud to see how your neighbor felt of your mature side.

"Can you handle it?" Letting your hair free.

"We'll see" Minho grinned sheepishly eliciting a growl to control himself from ripping that fabric from your body. Kicking the door closed with his feet...Hawt. He just dropped you on the bed making you bounce a few times. Perched on your elbows you watched as his muscle flexed on him removing his shirt and tossing it away. Ohhhh wooowiee his body was just has chiseled and perfect as his face. Your mouth fell a little part at his man pecs and abs. Down the way the abs ended to V line still a suspense to his manhood. You sat up as Minho fell forward to connect his lips with yours eyes again, trailing them down your chin and neck. You whined a little at the feel his hands started unbuttoning but he very much knew he was impatient for all that and just pushes your body back and ripped the buttons off like it were just paper. The buttons flew astray revealing your black laced inners. Minho drew in a wavering breath on seeing your beautiful body in display.

To turn him on more you opened up legs to flash that wet panties and intoxicating smell for him to witness. Minho growled again making clench and spew more of your wetness.

"Such a tease" He said falling forward catching your face hard with his huge hands.

"Did I?" Innocent eyes made his teeth clench.

"You might clamp that p*ssy shut after looking at what I have in store sweetheart"

"Really? Show me" Rilling him up was sure fun but maybe not for long. His veiny hawt hands popped open his belt with a sweet clink, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Minho slide off his belt and laid it on the edge of the bed.

"Do the honors sweetheart" Your hands ready to open your present (weird of me to say) fondling with zipper as he hissed at the contact of your fingers. Bringing down both his jeans and boxers to finally free the D. And HELL NO that is never going to fit in any hole. Minho was massive, hard, curled up, dripping with not pre but maybe post c*m. Your eyes widened and lips fell agape as Minho watched you like an owner watching his curious cat. Like he said your legs wanted to shut tight close but something made you open wider for the risks. Got to admit... Rip your hips.

"Haa... Really? Let's get your ready for it first" He pushed you back on the mattress. You suddenly felt small under his majestically big body. Minho loved kissing your skin, softly pulling the fabric of your bra away to suck on the supple flesh. His tongue swirling over the peaks and pressing hard as hands started dancing over your stomach, down to black lace panties, pushing his fist into the material to greet your aching mess.

"Mmm your so f*cking wet for me. Love that" His thumb rubbed circles guiding you to make circles as well as he finally pushed through just one finger and gawd your v*rgin c*nt just couldn't endure just that one Damn finger!!!

"Minho~" You whimpered out his name as he bit down on your breasts like it were his favorite pudding. (Cringe)

"Yes baby? Want more? " He looked up from marking you. You looked back with the words 'YES' just shinning back at him. Minho chuckled sitting back on his knees, slowly removing the last bit of lace. Your glistening core just made him drool from his D and mouth. Dipping down he gave a slow languid flat tongue lick making you made inhuman noises.

"Ohh God Minho~" He could hear you say hia name all day and never get tired of it. Hands found his hair as you pushed him towards your leaking hole. You felt his smile on your skin as he started pumping his finger and licking off the juices. Knot forming as he added another finger stretching wider then ever making your body convulse and moan out loud. Finally just when you were to come he drew out his fingers and latched his mouth sucking hard that you screamed bursting at your high. The feel was just toe curling, you couldn't process anything as he kept eating you out with his sinful tongue. Finally drawing back as he wipped away the remaining dribble from his lips seductively and plunged it straight to your mouth for you to taste.

"Heavenly baby?" He asks grabbing something from under his bed. Something like a box, the kid blocking your vision as he fished into his supplies of unknown objects that finally his hands retracted with a bunch of aluminium foils- Oh.

Your mind raced on knowing on what you got yourself into, what you were about to witness is beyond anything you would have imagined. Sucking in hazy breath as he opened the wrapper with his teeth and slipped the protection on... Can it really protect you? He might break it open just wearing it. Minho didn't waste a second and quickly tossed you on your stomach and raised your waist.

"Tell me if it's too much" He warned giving your a*s cheek a squeeze. You wanted to scream already but you wanted to feed your adrenaline with him. Holding you firm as he slid his tip in. That's it you ket out the most loudest sound of the night. Your hands already gave away. Minho grabbed his belt and placed it between your teeth. "Quite down sweetheart" You bit on the leather hard that maybe he might not be able to wear them again. Slowly sliding in as your body shuddered. You asked for it, you got it. Minho finally slid in not full but perfectly well to fill you up. Minhos hand played with your t*ts and held onto your shoulders as he started pulling out and pushing in. Soft thrusts to wash out the pain. Your vision started to blur, tears welling and your mind went dumb blank as he picked up the pace. Hard forward pushing thrusts. Minhos groaned at you clenching everytime he slammed himself in you. Occasional slaps to your skin after all he is a butthunter.

"This is what a bad girls get for *thrusts* letting other men *thrusts* touch what's mine because your *thrusts* only *thrusts* mine to *thrusts* fuck" His hands snaked around your hair tugging for you to respond. You nodded and fell back as he went in deep hitting the very spot that plucked you out of heaven to hell. Your first high hit yet he didn't come. Flipping you over he took the leather belt from your mouth and wrapped then around your wrists. Taking from the front as your clawed at his back at the feel as he dug deeper that before. Your teeth nipping on his shoulder leaving your own marks along the way.

"Minho God right their haaa~"

"Right here?" He hit hard this time making you arch out.

"Yes hmm" You manage to say. This went one the whole night perhaps as your mind just was clouded with the smell of s*x and Minhos rough lustful scent. Later he cleaned up while you drifted off to sleep. Minho smiled at you childlike face as he cuddled you to sleep.

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Morning or maybe afternoon air woke you up to let out a lazy yawn, feeling strong hands dropped on your waist your vision slowly became clear at your arm outstretched on another strong veiny arm. Minhos soft puffs of air was heard. The man seemed as tired as you. Slowly you turned over not to wake him to just see his sleeping forms. (Ticking off bucket lists here). Minho was so cute all puffed up but how can he change from... Never mind. Softly brushing away his hair from his face you have a small peck to lips.

"Mmmh" His morning drawl made you flush. That hit you hard. His lose hands curled around you strong holding you close. Minhos eyes fluttered open.

"Hi" Whispered he smiled blinking, maybe he thought it was a dream just like you did.

"Hi Good morning" Howwwww F*ck his morning voice was heavenly. Rubbing your legs together as you realized that you felt numb all over... Paralyzed?!!! You made a weird expression making his worried. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned perched on his elbow.

"Mhm just couldn't... Stretch" He smirked.

"Kitten... You asked for it, turn around" You obeyed as he sat up softly. His hands landed softly on your lower back as he gave it nice squeezy massage.

"Ohh.. Wow... Ah~"

"Keep doing that and it will get worse" Biting your lip your face buried in soft pillows. Minho gave you a nice massage for you to at least... Stand? Nahh you had a whole morning routine babied by Minho. He even made breakfast. It was divine. The man can cook.

The day went on with you to having so much fun teasing and getting the best of it. You managed to walk and finish the conference successfully. Your peers wete beyond impressed and to your surprise a sponcer asked for you work as an understudy after graduation!!! You can be with Minho in Australia.

Brushing through the crowd as you wanted to convey the news to your now boyfriend Minho. Speed dialing for him.

"Minho-"

"Turn around and tell it to my face baby" Straightforward as usual. You were caught off guard to see him at the conference. Running to hug him tight to feel his laugh vibrate to your chest.

"Y-you came" Tears teasing to fall.

"How can I not? I have to pick you up. Your in my town"

"Our town, Im moving here after graduation" Proudly. His eyes flew open as he spun you around happily. Good thing this place was a little isolated or the sponsorship would have said goodbye.

"I should kick out my roomate soon" He said kissing your face.

"No nooo we are getting our own house"

"Well till we get one he's staying in the streets"

"Or I can just stay in your room you know" He picked you up and slung you on his shoulder making you squeal. "I have to get my things. People will see"

"Fine" He let you down but grabbed your face to give you a soft sweet kiss. Your hands fell on his when suddenly you felt it rough. Rubbing more you drew them to see evident bruises and cuts.

"What happened?" Worried max as he tensed and drew the away.

"Nothing I forgot to wear gloves while boxing today" You found it bizarre, just when you were to ask more, you professor came over to talk you away.

Boxing... (He did boxing with the guy from the club to mangle his face and body. He didn't show up in the conference as well... How cliche you might think huh)

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Later You and Minho shared a steamy evening before you had to part ways for a short while, back to your college to settle things for graduation. Daily Minho video called to check on you and to your suprise even showed up at graduation... Discreetly. You were still a coward to show him to your parents... Yet.

But you will one day... Eventually 😌

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A/n: Forgive me God for I have sinned

I'm extremely sowy for the delay really I kept procrastinating (listen to bangchan) well do enjoy had to make a hasty finish. It's all upto you guys on how it ends. Let's say that brave Minho proposes in front of your parents, what would happen?

Love you guys!!! Follow for more~

Taglist: @jisungxident @brit97

[minminyoonjii]

Stray Love Haven Day 25 : [Danceracha]

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486

💗Series Masterlist

🌹CW

Edging|Cock Ring|Jealousy Sex|Voyeurism|Hand Job|Degrading Praise|Wrist Bondage|Dom Sub|Vibrator|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.7K

"Dismissed," Minho said, turning off the music. Hyunjin panted, lying on his back "Finally!" he cheered, brushing his hair away from his face. Minho rolled his eyes, kicking Hyunjin's feet "Get up, you're getting the floor wet," he hissed, tossing a towel on Hyunjin's face. "Ack," Hyunjin sputtered, sitting up. Minho chuckled, wiping off the sweat beading his hair "The choreography is something," he hummed. 

Hyunjin nodded, "Do you think Stays will like it?" he asked, wrapping the towel around his neck. Minho pursed his lips, "If we're looking based on past performances I think they would. I mean Red Lights and Wow were a hit weren't they?" he teased, booping Hyunjin's nose. "Those songs aren't even suggestive," Hyunjin whined, blush tinting his cheeks. Minho gave him a deadpan look, "Are you being serious?" he asked, eyeing the boxes of tissues behind Hyunjin.

"What are you looking at?" Hyunjin questioned, turning his head. He chuckled nervously, "Hyung, please," he pleaded, rubbing his hands together. Minho scoffed, crossing his arms "Speak bullshit one more time and I'll be setting the air fryer's timer," he warned, staring down at Hyunjin. "Thank you, Hyung-nim," Hyunjin said, bowing his head. Minho hummed, furrowing his eyebrows "Where's Bokkie?" he asked. 

Hyunjin looked around the room "I didn't notice he was gone," he said, stretching his limbs. Minho clicked his tongue "Did he run out after I dismissed?" he questioned, drinking his water. Hyunjin shrugged, "He'll be back," he said, rolling his shoulders. A soft pattering of shoes echoed outside the room "There he is," Hyunjin said, chuckling. Felix swung open the door, "I got some drinks," he shouted, running in.

Just as Minho was about to scold him for running, Felix yelped, tripping over his own feet. Thankfully, their manager caught Felix in time. Felix giggled, pressing his hands against their manager's chest "Thank you, hyung. Have you been working out?" he asked, tilting his head. The manager sighed, "Felix-ssi please be careful," he said, releasing his hold around Felix's waist. "Okay," Felix giggled, bouncing towards his lovers.

Hyunjin's eyes widen "Hyung, you're squeezing that bottle pretty hard," he pointed out, tapping Minho's shoulder. Minho looked down at the bottle, sighing as he clenched his jaw "It's fine," he gritted, throwing the bottle into the bin. Hyunjin licked his lips "Is it because of Pixie?" he asked, testing the waters of Minho's anger. Minho stood still, giving Hyunjin the answer. "Hyung are you jealous?" Hyunjin asked, watching Minho's expression turn cold.

"Jinnie there were juice boxes in the vending machine so I got us some," Felix said, handing Hyunjin a carton. "Thank you, Pixie," Hyunjin said, ruffling Felix's hair. "You're welcome. Oh, hyungie I got you one too," he said, skipping towards Minho's direction. Minho pulled Felix onto his lap "Don't move," he instructed, clenching his jaw. Felix shivered, obeying Minho's instructions. "You're lucky I'm being merciful, Yongbok-ah," he said, gripping Felix's waist.

"Did I do something wrong, papa?" he whispered, resting his hands on his thighs. Minho chuckled, "I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" he asked, lowering his hands down Felix's hips. Felix covered his mouth, muffling a moan threatening to slip. Minho sighed, enjoying the way Felix reacts under his touches "It gets you off, doesn't it? Knowing fully well that if anyone turned their head, they would see you acting like the pathetic slut you are," he growled, tightening his grip.

Felix bit into his bottom lip, holding back his whimpers "Please, papa," he whispered, lips wobbling with each syllable. Minho stood up, carrying Felix on his side "Manager-nim we'll be heading back. Felix seems to have twisted his ankle when he tripped," he explained, tucking Felix's head into the crook of his neck. Their manager nodded in sympathy "Should I contact a clinic?" he asked, packing his things. Minho shook his head "No but a few days of rest should heal him right up," he said, smiling.

Their manager hummed, "Alright then. I'll go start up the car," he said, looking for his keys. Hyunjin stepped in, "Hyung there's no need, we already have a ride for us waiting outside," he said, patting their manager's shoulders. "Who is it?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Hyunjin smiled, "It's Changbin hyung. He said he had a meeting for the demo track and didn't mind giving us a ride back," he explained.

Their manager hesitated but nodded, "Okay, call me if anything happens," he said, leaving the room. Minho looked at Hyunjin "Is Bin here?" he asked. Hyunjin smirked, "Well, Binnie hyung did have a meeting but Noona's the one waiting for us downstairs," he said, pressing the elevator button. Minho chuckled, rubbing Felix's back "Did you bribe her with something?" he questioned, stepping out of the elevator. 

Hyunjin shook his head, "I just told her what happened and she was more than happy to help out," he said, looking at his phone. Minho smiled in disbelief "My god, Yongbokkie. Where did you find her?" he asked, walking towards your car. Felix huffed his cheeks "At a park. Where normal people socialize," he said, nuzzling Minho's neck. Hyunjin whistled, "I don't think fueling Minho hyung's anger is the way to go, Pixie," he said, opening your car door.

Felix whined, "I still don't know what I did wrong," he sulked. You chuckled, knowing the whole story "Pixie darling, does groping your manager's chest ring any bells?" you asked, switching your gear. Felix gasped, eyes widening "It wasn't on purpose," he defended. Hyunjin chuckled, "On purpose or not, you know how possessive Minho hyung gets with us," he said, tracing Felix's thigh.

Felix turned his gaze to Minho, only to whimper at Minho's stern glare "Papa," he whined, cowering into the seat. Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek "On all fours, stripped bare on my bed," he commanded, keeping his glare on Felix. Before Felix could retort, you pulled up by their dorm. "Ten," Minho said, counting down. Felix's eyes widened as he scrambled to the door. You followed behind Minho "Nine," he continued.

Hyunjin chuckled, watching Felix strip off his clothes "I'm just glad I'm not on the other end of Minho hyung's rage," he said, leaning against the door frame. "Four," Minho said, tapping his watch. You shook your head, "I'll leave you three to it. Chan told me he's getting home in a bit and I really want a nap," you said, yawning. Hyunjin nodded, "Okay, sleep well," he said, stroking your cheek. You smiled, placing a soft peck on his lips "Play safe," you said walking into Chan's room.

"One," Minho said, running his hand down Felix's back. "Papa," Felix mewled, arching into Minho's grazes. "Hyunjin grab a pair of cuffs, a cock ring and a vibrating dildo," he instructed, slicking his fingers in lube. Felix shuddered, clawing the sheets below. Hyunjin placed the toys by Minho's side "Good boy. Remove your boxers and sit still," he groaned, spreading Felix's warm walls. Hyunjin did as told, removing his clothing.

Minho easily slipped the cock ring around Felix's throbbing length. "Papa, no," he sniffled, feeling the base of his cock tighten by the toy's grip. Minho paid him no mind, curling his fingers to brush against Felix's prostate. Weak moans escaped Felix's lips "Jinnie," he whimpered, turning his face to look at Hyunjin. A shudder ran down Hyunjin's body, cock twitching on his abdomen "Ah, fuck," he cursed, sinking his nails into the sofa.

Precum dribbled past his slit, arousal growing at the sight of Felix's pleasure. Minho growled, pushing the tip of the dildo into Felix's rim. The toy breached his hole with a twinge of pain. Felix wailed, head clouded with fog "Papa!" he sobbed, biting the sheets. Minho grunted, easing the dildo to its hilt "You can take it, Yongbok-ah," he growled, fucking the dildo against Felix's fluttering walls until it loosened.

Felix allowed himself to get used, obediently taking what was given to him. Hyunjin's jaw dropped, cock aching hard, carving for any form of friction "God you look so gorgeous, Pixie," he moaned, pressing his thighs deeper into the sofa so he couldn't move. Minho tugged Felix's cock, drawing a sharp cry from him "Papa," he whimpered. "Hyunjin come here," Minho commanded, handing Hyunjin the cuffs. "Cuff his wrists," he grunted.

Hyunjin nodded, cuffing Felix's wrists together. Felix whined, pressing his cheek against the damp sheets. Minho leaned back into the sofa "Sit on my lap, princess," he said, tapping his thigh. Hyunjin whimpered, sitting across Minho's lap. "Safeword when you need to, Yongbokkie," Minho said, turning the vibrator to its maximum. Hyunjin mewled as Minho wrapped his hand around his cock "Stare at our pretty Pixie, princess," he said, pumping Hyunjin's length with vigour.

Felix's body quivered, orgasm coiling under his skin "Please papa," he cried, tears soaking the sheets. Just as Felix's orgasm came, Minho switched off the dildo. Felix choked on a sob, cock twitching at his dry orgasm "Fuck," he whimpered, sniffling. Minho sighed, turning the dildo to its maximum once again, "Who do you belong to, Lee Yongbok?" he asked, stroking Hyunjin's cock at a merciless pace.

Felix wailed, "You!" he screamed, body trembling against the fabric below. Minho hummed, "Do you think Pixie deserves to cum, princess?" he asked, slipping his thumb between Hyunjin's slit. "Yes, yes, yes," Hyunjin babbled, his orgasm building steadily. "Our princess is very generous isn't he," Minho said, stroking Hyunjin's cock. Hyunjin's abdomen tensed, mouth slacking open "Cum, princess," Minho growled, quickening his pace.

Hyunjin's breath stuttered as he came, coating both Minho and his chest in his semen. "That's my good boy," Minho praised, coaxing him from his orgasm. "Precious, remove Pixie's cock ring," he instructed, patting Hyunjin's ass. Hyunjin stumbled towards the bed, head dizzy from cumming as he slipped the cock ring off the base of Felix's cock. Minho turned on the vibrator for the last time, "Cum for us, Bokkie," he grunted, watching Felix wither against the sheets.

Felix keened, body jolting as he came. Thick ropes of cum spurted past his slit. His body convulsed, knees bucking at the sheer intensity. Minho turned off the vibrator, he slowly eased the toy out of Felix's rim "Yongbokkie," he cooed, pampering soft kisses onto Felix's face. Hyunjin ran his fingers through Felix's hair "Did he pass out?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. Minho nodded, "Exhaustion must have caught up to him," he whispered, stroking Felix's cheeks.

"Let's run a quick bath and go to bed, hyung," Hyunjin yawned, stretching his arms. Minho chuckled, kissing Hyunjin's forehead "Good idea," he said, lifting Felix in a bridal carry. 

[hwangscan]

tulips

trope. hanahaki.

shipp. hyunho (hyunjin + minho).

words. 356.

tw. menção a sangue e dor física.

As tulipas eram as flores favoritas de Minho. Ele adorava cultivá-las, mesmo que tivesse uma péssima mão para jardinagem. A tonalidade de suas pétalas combinava com o tom de roxo de seus fios já desbotados.

Hyunjin também achava que tulipas eram muito bonitas. A tranquilidade e beleza das flores eram cativantes. Todavia, no momento que cuspiu a primeira pétala, Hwang começou a temê-las.

Não estava nos seus planos se apaixonar, principalmente por alguém que não é seu; Minho já amava outra pessoa.

Tudo começou apenas com saudações amigáveis de dois alunos de um mesmo curso. "Olás" tímidos nas salas de aula e acenos discretos pelos corredores.

As coisas avançaram rapidamente e se tornaram amigos; não demorou muito para que começassem a fazer parte da rotina um do outro.

Mas Hyunjin soube que não teria mais volta quando, no mesmo momento que percebeu estar criando sentimentos por Minho, descobriu que o mais velho já tinha um namorado.

Não tinha controle dos seus sentimentos, tal qual não tinha controle das flores que nasciam rodeando seu coração e seus pulmões.

Cada pétala saía de forma mais dolorosa do que a outra.

Hyunjin nunca achou que o amor pudesse causar tanta dor assim.

Tinha certeza de que estava vivendo seu inferno particular, e diferentemente do que todos imaginavam, seu inferno não era uma terra em chamas, mas sim um jardim repleto de tulipas nascendo sem parar.

Lembrar de toda essa trajetória o corroía internamente. Na verdade, não sabia dizer se era uma dor psicológica ou se já eram os ramos perfurando seu corpo por dentro.

Achou que morreria naquele momento quando o ar lhe faltou, dando espaço para que a primeira flor inteira pudesse sair. Parte das pétalas lilás estavam manchadas de sangue. Hyunjin se preocupou com o estado que seu corpo deveria estar internamente.

A essa altura, não sabia identificar o que o causava mais dor, os espinhos e flores que coloriam seus órgãos de de vermelho vivo e lilás, ou saber que o motivo de toda essa tortura não fazia ideia do que ele estava passando.

Hyunjin nunca seria nada além de um bom amigo para Minho.

[aprilskillstory]

oops i dropped this

[baby-yongbok]

I think that today's chapter for Poetey might be shorter than I wanted it to be 🙃. I'm tryna take it slow with myself but I wanna keep typing so so so badly.

If you haven't read it or would like to catch up I'll link all four parts below. See you at 6pm for chapter 5 🩷

Poetry (Hyunjin x Fem!Reader) : Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

[rileysecretfox]

Hyunho fic!!!

Summary: Drunk Hyunjin accidentally breaks into Minho's home. Silly softness ensues.

Based on prompt: One character breaks into the other's apartment thinking it's their friend's house and they're really drunk, but the owner of the apartment thinks the other is cute and let's them stay over.

[justhyunhoer]

Relationship: Hyunho! X fem reader!

Content : poly relationship, fluff, you're a student, hyunjin is a student too, minho is a professor, University AU, comfort, motivation , kisses, softness, jealous reader,surprise event at end, cuddles ,etc.

Disclaimer: just a mere fandic and it's a au, I'm not force shipping any of the member and you know right...

Studies never came in your priorities, not even once. They were more like a burden to you , but not exactly. It was something that you did as you had to .

You opened the door to be greeted by Hyunjin who was dozed off on the couch. You didn't even know why the guy took a leave from the school. You went there and adjusted his position to bit comfortable one as you didn't wanted to wake the boy up from his slumber.

You got fresh and went to watch the drama they were playing on the television this week, after an hour you checked the time only to find out that there was still an hour left for your another boyfriend to get home. You were bored and wanted to wake hyunjin up, but you hesitated when you looked at his peaceful structure lying on the sofa and admiring how cute the man looked, eyes puffy, lips drawn into a slight pout. It took every ounce of your energy to not to give him a peck as he needed some rest as he studied almost all night due to those darn finals coming up, whereas you and minho just cuddled to sleep.

You decided to wake him up and tell him to rest comfortably at bed as at this rate he would have a sore neck once he wakes up. "Jinnie, wake up dear..." You cooed in his ears as you didn't wanted to scare him. After few seconds he rubbed his eyes "Agh, you're back?" He cutely asked in his sleepy voice and sat up properly to face you, he ruffled your hair and asked how was your day today. To be honest you would be completely lying if you say that these small actions didn't raised up a swarm of butterflies inside you.

"It was fine, but it would've been better if minho didn't scolded me in front of the goddamn class." You nearly whined. "Hyung scolded you? " The man asked with the visible confusion which looked still cute.

"Yes, the miss got below average marks on the recent test!" You started sulking as hyunjin gave him a peck and helped him with his stuff, the said man chuckled at his boyfriend's response.

Hyunjin went to wash his face when the later changed into his comfy clothes and plopped down beside you, raising the volume up of the then playing ' Master in the house ' one of his favorite shows. You were still upset from his actions even when you knew that it was for you .

Hyunjin came back and snuggled his face into crook of Minho's neck. "Hyung! , Jinnie's hungry! Can you cook something for jinnie pwease? " Hyunjin faced him with his sparkling eyes that might pop soon. "Cut the act hwang ! " Minho whined as You laughed at the desperate attempt of the blonde. Eventually Minho left to the kitchen to make sandwich for the hungry young man.

"Princess, it seems that hyung is really pissed this time with your grades. " Hyunjin volunteerly opened the topic, hugging your waist as you basically laid down on him. "Idk why but- i just don't like to study nowadays! "

"It ain't like that dear, you just lack focus nowadays, believe me you are distracted." He whisper told as he made those small and comforting circles on your tummy. "Maybe... Ughhh whatever!" You throwed your hands in the air as a sign of defeat.

"Believe me or not, today is the last day of you acting so recklessly on this topic." He said and left a gentle kiss on your neck which somehow told you that he is damn serious.

Another few minutes passed by you and hyunjin laughing at how yang se hyung skipped some countings during punishment, which was later followed by seung gi and eunwoo and how it didn't worked on the trainer.

The laughs were haulted when Minho came with two dishes of cheese sandwich, which was later followed by another one. Both of you sat up and grabbed your plates basically sniffing the aroma of the cheese filling the whole room. The simplest thing ever made by The Lee Minho became the tastiest version of that food you ever had .

As soon as Hwang took a bite a soft moan osf satisfaction left his mouth at which the later tensed "believe me if you do that once again princess..." Another one escaped his lips helplessly when he heard his little nickname.

"Stop it guys, let me have my sandwich!" You interrupted not wanting to spend much of your energy on what hyunjin was inviting. "Devour it at its full , today is the last day you're getting it for nothing." Minho said with a smirk leaving you into a complete confusion, as it was somewhat related to what hyunjin said.

Another day started, today was the day where the preparatory leaves started for the finals of the said year which was just 20 days from today.

You woke up with your face snuggled into Minho's neck, with his hands on top of hyunjin's which were hugging your waist loosely .

Every thing was normal until your two boyfriends avoided you and had the breakfast without you, they didn't even bothered to cook one for you. You ignored it but everything went fishy when hyunjin didn't talked to you the rest of the day when Minho left for the work without getting his goodbye kiss from you and only from hyunjin. "Hyunjin-ah are you upset with me? "

"Yes!"

"Why jinnie?!" "Cause you are acting all bratty about your studies ,princess! Hyung and I are now tired of lecturing you, so now we decided that for the next 20 days if you want to do anything with me and hyung which includes cuddles and meals too, you gotta earn it by learning 2 chapters. "

Your eyes popped and jaw dropped after hearing those words and that serious expression on hyunjin's face screamed that he was telling the truth. Later that day you tried to convince Minho that it was too much for a poor girl like you, but the guys didn't even budged.

You tried same for other 2 days but it was of no vail, so you had to give in in their policy.

Everytime you finished the told chapters you would get what you wanted, if they were not satisfied with your answers , you had to revise the chapter. Those 20 days felt like that everything had it's price and which was actually true just the criterias here were different.

You wanted to study with hyunjin but you getting distracted and him being in another department never helped so it was meant for you guys to study separately. How Minho brought the refreshments for hyunjin and nothing for you sure made you jealous and same thing acted as a feul to boost you study period. (It was all preplanned by the sexc brain of Minho.)

Day by day you realized that, you actually wanted to study but just needed someone to push you. This also made you aware of the fact that your boyfriends knew you better than yourself.

Hyunjin gave you free cuddles and Minho gifted you free kisses when they saw that you were actually studying without being greedy about getting something. With all of their and your efforts your exams went really well, and today was the day of the results.

You and hyunjin were there standing in front of the result boards of your respective departments. You joyfully hugged hyunjin when you found that the guy topped the exams with the highest score, which was a perfect 100, finally your boyfriends all nighters and ground breaking efforts paid off. Now you started finding your own name between 20 to 200 but never found yours. Hyunjin was unable to look for you as he was greeted and congratulated by the professors and his fellas.

"OH MY GOD!!!! GUYS SEUNGMIN AIN'T FIRST THIS YEAR!! " this caught everyone's attention and yours too. You went near the billboard out of curiousity and found that it was your name there in the bold letters as you got a good 99 ! Every one was shocked including you!

Hyunjin came to know about what just happened and lifted you from your waist and moved you in circles with a beautiful smile on his face as his eyes were drawn into crescent moon "You did it princess!!!" Were the only words that left his mouth.

When you guys reached home, it was nearly 9 pm as you were invited by his friends to celebrate the occasion.

As soon as you entered the room, bright candle lights greeted you as a beautiful candle light dinner was setted on a glass table where you can see "congratulations my loves " Written with rose petals on the table, slow romantic music playing on the background.

You and hyunjin stared at the whole thing in awe when your boyfriend came towards you

" I knew princess, you were able to do it, you just needed a little guidance and motivation for so.. Studies ain't everything but it will help you in achieving what you want in your life at a good level. My love, forgive me if I hurted your feelings these days, but trust me i was just as much suffering as you were. " You shed tears of joy and happiness as he kissed your forehead, hyunjin did the same "Our crybaby!" . Minho caressed and congratulated hyunjin too with same love and affection.

"I'm blessed to have you two in my life!" You hugged them and thanked them especially Minho to set up this great night.

"This ain't all my princesses , a much better gift is waiting for you both in the bedroom. " The Brunnete added with a smirk and a hint of you-know-what in his eyes as swarm of butterflies made their way from your stomach upto your cheeks...

It was sure going to be a great night...

[chrisbangsbf]

can i?

Pairing: Minho/Hyunjin

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags and Warnings: teasing, flirting, not too explicit but they do get naked in the shower together lol

AO3 LINK

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Is it okay if I join?"

"What if I said it was?"

[disturbedreams]

yes its that girl obsessed with hyuninho, aka disturbedreams on ao3, aka mila

hyuninho fics hyunin fics hyunho fics minyang fics

[sunnytaes]

The Ballad of the Phoenix

❅ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Lee Minho x Lee Felix

❅ Genre/themes: angst with a happy ending (eventually), eventual fluff, adventure, fantasy au, royal au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, Felix is Steve (but not really), arranged marriage (but not really), prince!Hyunjin, prince!Minho, mage!Felix

❅ Warning(s): alcohol mentions, brief description of an animal pelt, Felix (unfortunately) does not appear in this chapter

❅ Chapter word count: 6.7k

❅ Chapter summary: Prince Hyunjin of Mahonia and Prince Minho of Cerasus have been distant for years after once having been close as children. Their parents want them to marry to unify their kingdoms, but both princes adamantly refuse. They agree to give reconnecting a chance, however, though it proves to be difficult when neither is willing to bend.

❅ Note(s): This fic is for the Clownracha fic exchange and it is dedicated to my lovely Lennie, @decaffedthoughts! Lennie, I hope you enjoy it. I made a playlist for the series, which you can find here. Pls listen to it in order :)

Chapter 1: Forget-Me-Not

The afternoon sun seeped in through the tall windows of the castle, squares of light broken up by the shadows of the window panes travelling across the large canvas set up next to the window. Delicate, practised hands were adding small, vaguely flower-shaped dots of orange to the rhododendron bush on the canvas. In front of the canvas sat His Royal Highness, Prince Hwang Hyunjin of Mahonia, the Kingdom of Winter. 

The young prince was sitting in a decidedly un-princelike manner, hunched over his canvas with his paintbrush clutched tightly in his hand, but the determined expression on his face was certainly that of a king’s. His long hair had been tied crudely out of his face with a stray piece of twine, and his princely outer robes had been tossed haphazardly on the large bed, leaving him in only a white undershirt, the paint-splattered sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his everyday pants, the piece of linen he used to protect the fine material from paint long since abandoned on the floor. 

Hyunjin’s painting was interrupted by a firm knock to his door, two raps in quick succession, followed by a third a moment later. Hyunjin only knew one person who knocked in such a unique manner and a smile spread across his face. 

“Come in, Seungmin,” the prince called out, rinsing his brush in the wooden bowl next to his easel before placing it on the cloth next to the bowl to dry. 

Hyunjin’s personal attendant and the closest thing he’s had to a friend all his life poked his head into the prince’s chamber, his fluffy brown hair flopping slightly to the side from the angle, his round golden wire-rimmed glasses also falling slightly askew. Hyunjin could only see his collar and a bit of his left shoulder, but he knew Seungmin was wearing the same garb all of the palace staff wore, a royal blue tunic belted at the waist with a gold braided cord, black trousers, and polished black loafers. Each tunic bore the kingdom’s crest — the Hellebore Mountains with the moon rising behind the peak, surrounded by a wreath of plum blossoms — embroidered on the left side, just above the heart, and Seungmin’s featured a small gold pin of the same crest on the mock neckline of his tunic, indicating that he was a member of the royal family’s personal staff. 

Hyunjin did not need to see the rest of his friend’s uniform in that moment to know that not an inch was out of place, with starch-pressed creases in the trousers and shoes so well-polished one could see their reflection in them. Seungmin was often better dressed than Hyunjin, the latter often having the odd paint stain somewhere on his clothing or hands, despite the amount of care he took to prevent that from happening. 

“Your parents are requesting your presence,” Seungmin said, casting a glance at Hyunjin’s canvas. He hummed appreciatively at the painting, meeting Hyunjin’s eyes as he spoke. “It seemed serious, so you might want to make yourself look… a bit more presentable. But quickly, it also seemed urgent.” 

Hyunjin let out a sigh, picking up a rag to wipe the stray flecks of paint off of his hands. Some of the fresher flecks came off easily, but some only smudged deeper into his skin, and others had long since dried. 

Seungmin took his leave, off to do whatever it was he did when he wasn’t taking care of Hyunjin. Hyunjin honestly didn’t know what he got up to in his spare time, but he did not care so long as Seungmin was there when he needed him, which he always was. Technically, the prince’s attendant or his personal maids were supposed to help him dress, but Seungmin had given up on that very shortly after he took on the role, and Hyunjin had also dismissed his maids from assisting him, as it made him feel like a child being doted on, which he hated. 

The rest of the kingdom thought him to be a spoiled, arrogant prince, but Hyunjin and those closest to him, albeit not that many people, knew that was far from the case. The prince did not care what others thought of him, though. He knew that his subjects called him the Ice Prince because of his cold exterior, but he did not mind. He was warm to those who mattered and polite but succinct with those he was unfamiliar with, and if that made him come across as cold, then so be it. 

Hyunjin dressed himself quickly, praying his parents wouldn’t notice the splash of yellow paint that had made it onto the knee of his trousers, and started to make his way to the east wing of Icehaven Palace, where his parents resided. Hyunjin spent most of his time in the south wing, in a former guest room that he had claimed for his own because of the beautiful view of the garden below his window, and the Hellebore Mountains on the horizon, marking the edge of his kingdom. Though it was customary for a prince to stay in the east wing with the rest of the royal family, Hyunjin found himself forgoing custom more often than not, and even though he occasionally returned to his childhood bedroom in the east wing to watch the sunrise, he had called the room in the south wing home for as long as he could remember. 

Arriving at the east wing, Hyunjin made his way to his parents’ shared room, as that was usually where they were when they summoned him together. He nodded at their personal guard, Mingyu, as the taller man stepped aside to let him in. 

Entering his parents’ chambers, Hyunjin was met with the familiar scent of mulled spices and old wood that he came to associate with the space. His mother was sitting in her favourite chaise lounge by the window, the midnight silk of her dress blending into the indigo velvet of the chair. A chalice was perched delicately in her hand, likely containing her favourite plum wine, a Mahonian signature. Hyunjin’s father stood by her side, staring pensively out the window and looking in Hyunjin’s direction when he entered the room. Like Hyunjin, his father had long hair, but his swept past his shoulders where Hyunjin’s only reached his jaw. The king often wore his hair in a complicated braided knot atop his head, accenting his crown perfectly, but now his hair was loose, flowing past his shoulders as the gold crown rested on the vanity next to the queen’s matching one. 

Hyunjin was unaccustomed to seeing his parents so casually, but he did his best to appear unfazed by the sight. He greeted his parents with the low bow customary for greeting Mahonian royals, with one fist clasped over the heart to signify fealty to the crown. When he straightened his posture, his parents were smiling warily at him, as if they were nervous too. 

“Hyunjin, please sit,” his mother said, gesturing towards one of the armchairs facing the chaise lounge. 

Swallowing his nerves, Hyunjin sat in the one closest to the fire. 

“There’s something we would like to discuss with you,” the king said, his focus solely on Hyunjin now. 

“I only snuck out to get paints once, Seungmin had no idea!” Hyunjin blurted, wringing his hands in his lap. 

His father quirked a bemused eyebrow at him, while his mother appeared to be hiding her smile between her chalice. 

“That is not what we were planning on discussing, but we can address that later.” 

“We have always appreciated your independence, Hyunjin, and we would never force you to do something you didn’t want to do, but there is something we would like you to consider,” his mother said, smiling at him warmly. 

Though both of his parents were looking at him with uncharacteristically fond expressions, Hyunjin could not help but feel the anxiety rising in his chest. 

“What is this about?” he asked. 

“We’ve been talking with the King and Queen of Cerasus, and we were thinking it would be greatly beneficial to both kingdoms if you were to get married to their crown prince, Prince Minho,” the queen said apprehensively, as if she knew what Hyunjin’s reaction would be. 

Predictably, Hyunjin shot out of his chair immediately, causing it to tumble backwards and land with a dull thud on the carpet. “If we were to do what?” he exclaimed, eyes frantically darting between his parents. Surely they had to be joking. 

“We are not trying to force you, Hyunjin, but we would like you to consider it,” his father said calmly, ignoring his son’s burst of frantic energy. 

“It seems a little forceful,” Hyunjin chuckled nervously, reaching his hands up to tangle his fingers in the roots of his hair, loosening his ponytail and causing him to look probably about as frazzled as he felt. 

“You don’t have to commit to anything right now,” Hyunjin’s mother explained gently, resting her chalice on the side table next to her. “We have invited Prince Minho to stay with us at the castle for the summer. All you have to do is get to know him better, and tell us how you feel at the end of the season.” 

“I already know how I feel about him,” Hyunjin grumbled, crossing his arms. “He hates me. Why couldn’t it be Prince Yeosang instead?” 

“Prince Yeosang of Celosia has already expressed his intent to marry a commoner,” his father said with a sigh. “Besides, weren’t you and Minho friends? I seem to remember you two running around the Cherry Blossom Palace wreaking havoc everywhere you went.” “Not anymore,” Hyunjin said with a pout, arms crossed defiantly. He was well aware that he was behaving childishly, but he could not bring it upon himself to care. He would continue to refuse marriage to Prince Minho even if it was the last thing he did. 

His mother gave him a look, and Hyunjin sighed, tossing his arms in the air. “Fine, he can stay here. But I make no promises beyond that.” “That is all we ask of you, son,” his father said, something akin to pride in his eyes. 

Hyunjin was dismissed from his parents’ chambers and left in a huff, not even bothering to greet Mingyu this time, leaving the poor guard with his hand lingering halfway in the air. 

Not a single member of the staff dared to speak to him as he thundered through the halls of the castle, a storm forming on his brow as he made a beeline for Seungmin’s room. 

When Minho’s parents, the king and queen of Cerasus, the Kingdom of Spring, first suggested to him that he marry the Hwang prince, he adamantly refused. He’d known Prince Hyunjin since he was a toddler and Hyunjin was a dumpling-shaped infant, on account of their parents being good friends and their kingdoms being allied. The two princes had been friends as kids, Minho had many fond memories of chasing stray cats together through the gardens of his palace and peering through the telescope in the large conservatory in the Cherry Blossom Palace. 

But as they aged, Hyunjin grew distant, and one year at the annual Harvest Ball held in Celosia, the Kingdom of Autumn, Hyunjin avoided him like the plague, even going so far as to run away when Minho tried to approach him. They were still kids then, especially Hyunjin, who was two years Minho’s junior, and Minho knew he should’ve been the more mature one and tried to talk to the other prince about it, but instead Minho reacted in the way he knew best. If Hyunjin was going to act coldly towards him, Minho would be cold right back. 

Years later, after Hyunjin had continued to act coldly towards the elder prince and Minho delivered sharp remarks any time they were forced to be together, Hyunjin had developed a reputation in his kingdom.The citizens started to refer to him as the Ice Prince, not simply because he was prince of the Kingdom of Winter, but because he acted coldly to everyone he met, staying locked up in the castle and refusing to go out to meet the citizens on holidays as was expected of royalty. 

Minho, on the other hand, though he had grown to act coldly towards Hyunjin as the years went by, had earned the title Angel Prince because of his delicate features and his benevolence towards his people. Prince Minho was often seen in soup kitchens helping the needy and donating toys to local orphanages, and had even purchased an animal shelter with his own money to keep it from shutting down. Whereas Prince Hyunjin was feared by his subjects, Prince Minho was revered. 

Though they had been friends as children, Prince Minho was firmly against marrying the frigid prince and moving to his equally frigid kingdom for even part of the year, and he vocalised as much to his parents, who were disappointed but agreed that they would not force him. But when a courier from Mahonia arrived with a letter addressed to him, Minho briefly reconsidered his stance on the Ice Prince. 

Prince Hyunjin had personally written to him saying that his parents had also tried to talk to him about a marriage between the two of them, and while he was not enthusiastic about the idea of marriage, he had made a promise to his parents that he would try to get to know Prince Minho. 

The letter was an invitation for Minho to come stay with him in Mahonia. Minho was not thrilled at the prospect of staying in the winter kingdom, where he hadn’t been since he was too young to remember; both his and Hyunjin’s parents much preferred spending their time together in the warmer Kingdom of Spring. 

Minho was moved by the letter, regardless, because it would have been easy for Prince Hyunjin to continue to avoid him like he had all these years, and the fact that he hadn’t outright rejected the idea without a word to Minho or his parents was enough for Minho to find himself packing his bags with his warmest clothes in hopes that the Ice Prince he knew had thawed his heart since the last time he had seen him. 

The day of Prince Minho’s arrival at Icehaven Palace, Hyunjin was doing his best not to be found. That is to say, he was hiding in a far corner of the library where he hoped no one would think to look. Hyunjin was not much of a reader himself, but he had gone looking for Seungmin during his days off enough times that the prince was very familiar with the royal library and all of the nooks and crannies that would make perfect hiding spots. 

That’s how he found himself wedged in a bookshelf in the least frequently visited part of the library that had been suspiciously cleared of its lower shelves, leaving an oddly Seungmin-shaped void where the books should be. Hyunjin was not a coward, not at all, but there were many things he would rather do than entertain the Prince of Cerasus for weeks and pretend that there was any chance of the two getting married, and folding himself into a pretzel in a bookshelf that was probably pressing bruises directly into his bones was apparently on that list. 

Hyunjin wasn’t sure how long he was going to hide, but he figured emerging at dusk would be a safe bet as he would only have to interact with Prince Minho at dinner and then would be able to excuse himself to his chambers for the night. Judging by soft light filtering in through the domed skylights built into the library, it was mid-afternoon, and Hyunjin would have to be here for a while longer. 

With a sigh, he reached his hand up to the shelf above him that did, in fact, contain books, and grabbed a book at random. As he pulled it off of the shelf, a plume of dust emerged with it, causing Hyunjin to splutter and cough and hold the offending book at arm’s length. Of course Seungmin would only clean the shelves he would need to create his hiding place. 

Carefully shaking out the book and wiping the cover with his sleeve, Hyunjin began to read. He wasn’t too interested in the ancient methods of agriculture of Mahonia, which, despite being the winter kingdom, were still plentiful, but he was bored enough that it didn’t matter as he soon got engrossed in the text for the sake of having something to do. 

Despite the book likely having been relegated to an unused part of the library for a reason, Hyunjin found himself losing track of time. It wasn’t until a pair of black trousers and spotless black shoes appeared in his periphery that Hyunjin became aware of how much time had passed. As he looked up to meet Seungmin’s eyes, the sky showing through the skylight had darkened significantly, dusk being well underway. 

“Just what exactly do you think you’re doing here?” Seungmin said, in the same bored tone he often adopted when Hyunjin was being too erratic for his liking. “And in my hiding place, no less?” Pouting, Hyunjin dog-eared the page and pretended not to see Seungmin’s responding wince. “Didn’t think anyone would be able to find me.”

His whining tone was met with an eye roll as Seungmin crossed his arms impatiently. “Most people would not think to look for you in the library, because everyone knows how much you hate reading. But I’m not most people. Now get up, you’re due at dinner in half an hour and you’re covered in dust. Not to mention your fiancé has been wandering the castle like a lost soul because you didn’t come to greet him.” “He’s not my fiancé!” Hyunjin protested, groaning as he slowly eased himself out of the cramped bookshelf nook, his joints creaking in protest. Seungmin made no move to help him. 

“Visiting prince who your parents are ‘suggesting’ you marry, same difference,” Seungmin said, looking as if he was holding back a laugh as Hyunjin finally stood to meet his eyes, his face red from the sudden blood rush and his long hair tossed haphazardly in his face. With a fond smile, Seungmin picked a few dust bunnies out of Hyunjin’s long hair like he’d done many times before, adjusting the prince’s hair so it was back in the neat half ponytail he normally kept it in. “Let’s go, Prince Dust Bunny, you should wash up before dinner. Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on your future husband.” 

“That ship has long since sailed,” Hyunjin grumbled, following Seungmin with heavy footsteps as they made their way out of the library. 

“What’s with the book, by the way?” Seungmin asked as they were almost at the grand doors of the library, only sparing a cursory glance back at Hyunjin, who still had the book cradled in his arms like it was more precious than it probably was. “I’ve never seen you get more than ten pages into a book without giving up, you must have been really keen to avoid this prince.” 

“Thought Yunho might like it,” Hyunjin mumbled reluctantly, having in fact brought the book with him instead of leaving it where he found it because he thought Seungmin’s boyfriend, the palace gardener, would enjoy its contents. Hyunjin knew Yunho hated reading, but he did enjoy hearing Seungmin read to him, something the gardener and the prince shared in common. 

Seungmin’s retort died in his lips as a voice called out further down the hallway, “Prince Minho, we should really return to your chambers and wait to be summoned for dinner.” 

Hyunjin froze, quickly thrusting the book in Seungmin’s direction, leaving the poor attendant to scramble to hold it properly. Approaching from the other end of the hallway at what could only be described as a leisurely stroll, was none other than the very person Hyunjin was trying to avoid, with a very flustered guard, one of Hyunjin’s own, trailing after him hopelessly. 

Hyunjin hadn’t seen Prince Minho in years, but he looked the same, only more handsome, if that was possible. Minho had really grown into his features, much to Hyunjin’s annoyance, and his confident posture seemed to indicate that he knew it. 

The winter prince was still frozen in place when Prince Minho and his escort’s path overlapped with his. Hyunjin was regretting not ducking into the nearest supply closet to hide, because Prince Minho looked even more beautiful up close. Warm brown hair, rosy red lips and chestnut brown eyes that narrowed upon seeing Hyunjin. Hyunjin had once known Minho well enough to know when the guarded expression he used with those he wasn’t close to fell over his features, and he could still see the moment it slipped into place as the Cerisian prince stopped in front of Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin wanted nothing more than to avoid eye contact, so he let his eyes trail from the polished boots Prince Minho wore, to the silken white trousers, to the lavender silk robe and matching overcoat gilded in gold flowers. The garment was typical of Cerisian court attire, but he must have been freezing when he arrived. Hyunjin found he did not care about whether the other prince was cold on his journey or not when they finally met eyes, and the air around them was palpably tense. 

Though equal in rank, it was customary for royals to bow to each other upon greeting as a sign of respect. Neither prince moved to bow, choosing instead to maintain prolonged eye contact. Hyunjin was the first to break, because even though he didn’t want to initiate contact, he knew he should based on the fact that he was the one hosting. 

“Prince Minho,” Hyunjin said with the slightest inclination of his head toward the other royal, nothing close to the customary bow. He couldn’t bring himself to bow before the man who had been unkind to him for years, the other prince didn’t deserve that kind of respect. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Seungmin bristle slightly at his cold tone. It was not one he used often, usually reserved for courtiers who thought their status meant others should bend to their will, and Seungmin was unaccustomed to hearing it. The last time Hyunjin had seen Prince Minho had been long before Seungmin was promoted to be his personal attendant. 

“Prince Hyunjin,” the spring prince replied, equally as frosty, his stare seeming to pierce through Hyunjin’s perfectly crafted cold persona that he adopted around the Cerisian prince, straight into his soul. He looked simultaneously menacing and bored, like he would rather be anywhere else in the four kingdoms. He probably did, Hyunjin knew that Prince Minho had accepted his invitation, but he didn’t know how much of that was the prince’s own will and how much of it was his parents’. 

Suddenly, Prince Minho’s demeanour changed, his shoulders loosened as he blinked owlishly at Hyunjin, his gaze trained on Hyunjin’s hair. 

“Is that… dust in your hair?” he asked, seeming almost amused. 

Hyunjin’s eyes widened marginally, shifting his gaze to Seungmin, who had clearly missed a dust bunny in his tidying of his prince’s hair. Seungmin shrugged apologetically but utterly unhelpfully, leaving Hyunjin to fend for himself. Hyunjin took a look at the high, vaulted ceilings, almost as if begging the gods to help him come up with an answer, and failing that, his gaze trailed to the portraits of his ancestors that were lining the hallway in ten foot increments. Neither the gods nor his ancestors appeared to be on his side, because no answer came. 

Squaring his shoulders, Hyunjin looked directly into Prince Minho’s piercing brown eyes before addressing him. “What’s it to you?” was the only thing that came out of his mouth, a childish response he would’ve expected to have given at the age of eight, not twenty two. 

Frustrated and ashamed and utterly unwilling to let Prince Minho see the flush that was beginning to creep up his neck, Hyunjin surged forward, brushing past Minho with a brisk nod to his guard, Seonghwa. A baffled Seungmin was on his tail the entire time as the abashed prince rapidly made his way back to his chambers to wallow in peace. 

Prince Minho of Cerasus arrived at Icehaven Palace in the middle of a blizzard, after eighteen days of travelling across the continent on horseback. To say he was exhausted would be an understatement. He was unaccustomed to long distance travel, only travelling between cities and towns within his own kingdom, and occasionally to Celosia. But neither Cerasus nor Celosia had weather quite this terrible. Minho had never encountered such weather before, and he now understood why the Mahonian king and queen always made the journey to his kingdom instead of asking him and his parents to visit them here. Minho was quite convinced that if he had to live here for any extended period of time, he’d want to get away whenever he could as well. 

His reception was nice enough, the queen greeted him personally in the expansive main hall of the castle, fussing over his tired appearance and snow-covered form. He was assigned a personal guard, as all of his had returned to his kingdom upon abandoning him in a kingdom he had never been to with people he hardly knew (he definitely wasn’t harbouring a lifelong grudge against each and every one of those guards and their descendants), and a personal attendant for his stay in Icehaven Palace. They both seemed nice enough, and were both around his age which would be nice for a change. Many of the guards in Minho’s palace were in their thirties or older, and while they were interesting to be around, Minho did not have the chance to spend time with many people his age.

The guard was a slim but imposing figure, seeming to tower over Minho and looking like he was taking account of every breath Minho took with his wide but piercing eyes, which was a little unnerving, honestly. He was introduced as Lieutenant Park Seonghwa, one of Prince Hyunjin’s personal guards who had been reassigned to Minho for the duration of his stay. If the lieutenant was upset about this assignment, Minho could not tell. The attendant was introduced as Yang Jeongin, who apparently knew all of the ins and outs of the castle and would be able to secure Minho whatever his heart desired, within reason. Minho was polite to his new companions, as he was raised to do, but he wondered all the while how long it would take for him to evade his new shadows and be able to roam the castle without feeling like he was being kept prisoner. 

In the meantime, Minho would have to make do with the situation he was in, so he politely excused himself from the queen, though she was very insistent that he wait just a few moments longer in case her son decided to show up, but it had been abundantly clear to Minho as soon as he stepped in the castle and was greeted only by the queen and a handful of staff members that Prince Hyunjin was not going to grace them with his presence any time soon. 

After Minho insisted on making his leave, Jeongin led him to the chambers where he would be staying for the month he had to live there as Seonghwa carried the small sack of Minho’s belongings he had brought from home. The chambers were well-decorated and nearly as big as his chambers back home, he could tell it was one of the ones meant for important guests. 

The main room had a small sitting area to the right of the door, in front of a fireplace, which Jeongin had rushed in to light as soon as they arrived. The bed against the left wall was massive, much bigger than the one Minho had at home, because he hated feeling small in such a large bed. It was dressed in indigo silk sheets, with a gold brocade on the comforter and pillows. Minho smiled, recognizing the set as a gift from his parents to the Mahonian king and queen many years ago. Minho’s kingdom was the primary exporter of silk across the continent, so it was a safe bet that most if not all of the silk in the castle had been produced in his kingdom. 

Though the bedding was familiar to him, the room also had more animal hides and pelts than Minho had ever seen gathered in one place before. He supposed it was only logical, as they would need to keep warm somehow in the frigid winter kingdom, but Minho shuddered nonetheless at the sight of a particularly realistic white pelt laying across the back of one of the chairs that must have belonged to an arctic fox at some point. 

Probably interpreting his disquieted shudder as a shiver of cold, Jeongin appeared at Minho’s side, wiping the soot from his hands on a white handkerchief with the blue and gold kingdom crest embroidered on it. 

“Would you like me to draw you a bath, Your Highness?” the attendant asked, reaching to help Minho out of the heavy winter cloak he had purchased specifically for this journey. Minho obliged, letting the sharp-eyed man take the cloak off of his shoulders.

“That would be nice, thank you, Jeongin. And you may call me Minho, I do not require honourifics when we are away from the public eye. The same goes for you,” he said, turning to address Seonghwa, who was in the process of placing Minho’s bag in the armoire that was to the left of the door, parallel to the bed. The lieutenant paused, his brows furrowed and wide eyes full of confusion as he pointed to himself as if to say “Me?” 

Minho let out a laugh at seeing the man’s previously intimidating face shift into such an innocent-looking one. “Yes, you. I estimate we are all about the same age, and I don’t have the luxury of being surrounded by people my age when I am at home. So please, refer to me comfortably.” 

As Seonghwa stood there, still dumbfounded, Jeongin piped up brightly “Alright! Minho it is! How would you like your bath?” 

“So scalding my skin turns concerningly red and I have a reason to miss dinner,” Minho replied with a deadpan look on his face. Minho had come to accept that his humour was doomed to be criminally underappreciated, but to his surprise, Jeongin’s face broke out in a gleeful dimpled smile as he scurried off in the direction of the bathing room that lay beyond the bedroom. 

“You got it, boss!” the young attendant exclaimed, sounding slightly too excited about the prospect of drawing Minho the hottest bath he’d ever been in. A surprised laugh bubbled out of Minho’s chest. He could learn to like it here. 

A long bath that left him smelling so floral it reminded him of home and a short nap later, Minho decided to dress himself and wander the castle a bit before dinner. Jeongin had disappeared from his room before his nap, after unpacking Minho’s bag and steaming all of his clothes free of wrinkles and hanging them up in the armoire, a task he did not have to do but did nonetheless. Minho had a feeling the attendant would insist on doing many more things for him over the course of his stay, even though Minho was used to pretty much being left alone at home. Minho wasn’t sure if all personal attendants were this dedicated, as he had not had one since he had nannies as a child, or if Jeongin was just a special brand of enthusiastic. 

Nonetheless, Minho was able to leave his room with one less shadow than he had entered it with, only Seonghwa, who had been posted outside of his door, following him now as he wandered aimlessly throughout the cavernous halls of the castle. 

The layout was considerably different from Minho’s home, with tall sandstone walls and arched doorways and ceilings, instead of the bamboo walls and ornately painted tiered ceilings Minho was accustomed to. He had expected to be cold in the castle walking around in his Cerisian attire, since the place was made almost entirely of stone, but he actually felt strangely warm. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to make Minho question exactly how the castle was being heated, as the small torches mounted on the walls appeared to be more for lighting than heating. 

Now that he thought about it, Minho remembered feeling warmer as soon as he set foot within the palace boundaries. Granted, it had still been cold, because there was still snow everywhere and Minho apparently had delicate Cerisian sensibilities, but to the best of his memory, he had started to warm up as soon as he entered the palace’s outer boundaries, not its walls. 

Minho’s thoughts were broken as he became aware of two things at once. First, Seonghwa’s presence only a couple of paces behind him, much closer than the trailing distance he’d been maintaining up until now. It appeared Seonghwa had been trying to get his attention, which he would have succeeded in doing, had something, or rather someone, not immediately grabbed Minho’s attention as soon as he spotted them. Second, walking closer to him and looking in any direction other than Minho, which let the older know immediately that he was being avoided, was none other than the Ice Prince, Hwang Hyunjin. 

Given that the other prince had not received him despite personally inviting him, Minho had an inkling that Hyunjin had been actively trying to avoid him, and would likely scurry away immediately upon making contact, as he had often done when they were children. Which was why Minho, despite having initially paused upon spotting Hyunjin, continued his leisurely stroll down the hallway, making sure to keep his eyes on Hyunjin the entire time, so that if the other prince looked in his direction he would be forced to make eye contact. 

When they inevitably did make eye contact, Minho stopped where he stood and schooled his expression into the bored one he used when the ladies who worked at the soup kitchen would try to set him up with their sons and daughters, even though he was secretly delighted at the fact that this eye contact appeared to be making Prince Hyunjin squirm. 

Certain that the Ice Prince would run away at any moment, Minho made no move to bow. He did not want to embarrass himself in front of his new guard or the attendant by Hyunjin’s side when he was left in a perfectly polite ninety degree bow in the direction of the space the younger prince had occupied before fleeing. 

“Prince Minho,” Hyunjin spoke first, startling Minho so much that his careful mask almost slipped. He had not expected the Mahonian prince to speak to him at all, though the level of frostiness in his tone was not surprising in the slightest. 

“Prince Hyunjin,” Minho returned, fighting to match the cold tone with his own that he was quite unaccustomed to using. Hyunjin had changed drastically since the last time Minho had seen him. 

He had frustratingly grown to be what looked to be a couple of inches taller than Minho, but luckily they were not standing close enough that Minho had to look up to him. He was sure he’d die if that happened. His face had lost nearly all of its dumpling-like softness that Minho had once fussed over for hours when they were children, and was now angular in a very flattering way, making him look all the more like the Ice Prince he was said to be. His hair was also much longer than Minho had ever seen it, long enough to be kept in a short ponytail, with only a few wisps falling out, and… “Is that… dust in your hair?” The question slipped out before Minho could stop it, but he found himself unable to regret it once he saw the look of panic flash across Hyunjin’s face. It made him look more real, much more like the Hyunjin he once knew. 

“What’s it to you?” the younger prince blurted, before his eyes widened and he darted past Minho, who could only sigh as he watched him leave. Definitely like the Hyunjin he once knew. 

After the mess he had made of himself in the hallway, Hyunjin did not want to attend dinner, begging Seungmin to say he had a stomachache and would be retiring early. It wasn’t a complete lie, as Hyunjin’s stomach felt as uneasy as it had used to feel on the boat rides they used to take to Cerasus when he was a child. But Seungmin refused to lie for him, and said that he would not bring him food later on if he skipped dinner, knowing quite well that Hyunjin had not eaten all afternoon and was likely starving. 

Seungmin’s persuasion unfortunately worked, so Hyunjin found himself seated across from Minho at the long but mostly empty dinner table, his mother having given up her usual spot next to the king so that the two could sit opposite each other. She seemed quite fond of Minho, asking him many questions about his travels and his life back in Cerasus, but Hyunjin tuned most of it out, focusing only on his dinner. He tried not to eat too much, but he was really starving and ended up being the last one to finish eating, well after everyone else had finished. 

After Minho excused himself abruptly but politely and retired to his chambers with Jeongin and Seonghwa on his heels, Hyunjin’s mother shifted back into her usual chair so she could glare at her son properly. 

“What was that?” she questioned, taking a sip of her plum wine as she stared daggers at her son over the rim of her goblet. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hyunjin mumbled around a large bite of persimmon tart. 

“Manners, Hwang Hyunjin,” his mother snapped, like he was five years old again. Heat rose to Hyunjin’s face as he forced himself to swallow the pastry with a sip of plum wine to wash it down. The sweetness of the wine cancelled out the sweetness of the dessert, leaving his mouth with a bitter taste in it, but Hyunjin couldn’t bring himself to eat or drink anything more now that his parents seemed set on interrogating him. 

“Why do you insist on giving our guest, your guest, the cold shoulder?” his mother questioned. Hyunjin looked to his father for help, but the king seemed very interested in the contents of his wine goblet, swirling it counterclockwise and decidedly avoiding inserting himself in the conversation. 

“He’s mean to me,” Hyunjin grumbled, hating how much he sounded like a petulant child. 

“Have you even spoken to him since he arrived?” the queen retorted. 

“Well-” Hyunjin started, before deciding that the interaction in the hallway did not count as a conversation. “No, but-”

“But what, Hwang Hyunjin?” his mother sighed. Hyunjin remained quiet, because he did not have a way to end that sentence that would not result in his mother scolding him more. He could tell she was starting to get frustrated with him as her nails were tapping rhythmically against the cherry wood table. 

The king chimed in now, placing his hand placatingly on top of his wife’s to stop the tapping. “All we ask is that you try to speak with him, Hyunjin. Perhaps he’s changed since the last time you saw him. Think about how out of his element he must feel here. It needs to be you who reaches out.” Hyunjin knew his father was right, but he hated it. He would rather walk through a blizzard in nothing but his undergarments than be the one to break the years-long tension between him and Prince Minho, but he had made a promise to his parents, after all, and he couldn’t let them down. 

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