#lee minho drabbles

[hanichani]

soft minho thought, soft minho thought!!!! ✩‧₊˚

min dragging you everywhere by the hand and constantly holding it because that’s what brings him the most comfort (not that he would ever say it.)

you’re late for something? he’s taking your hand in his and dragging you behind him, complaining about how the guys are going to be so annoyed with you two. but his thumb is rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

when you’re sitting at an important dinner with important people and minho needs to make a good impression, his hand is wrapped up in yours under the table. your fingers squeezing his whenever he stumbles over his words. he wants to kiss you now and then because you don’t even realize how much it calms him.

when you’re sitting on the couch at his parent’s house, soonie in your lap, dori in his and doongie sitting in between you guys. your hand is tracing the veins on his arms absentmindedly. his eyes leave the tv for a brief second to follow the movement and he’s enamored. when he sees your head turning to follow his gaze, he looks back at the tv immediately. he can’t be seen being soft.

whenever he can’t fall asleep, his fingers find yours in the dark, wrapping around them. he might even scoot closer to you, until your noses are almost touching but it usually wakes you up right away.

“min?” you ask, squeezing his fingers. he only hums in response but the puff of air that escapes him surprises you since you didn’t think you fell asleep that close to him. “all good?” you ask, your hand, the one that’s not holding his hand, sneaking under his shirt to rest on the warm skin of his torso. he sighs, deciding whether to bother you with his troubles of not being able to sleep or whether to let you go back to dreamland. he decides for the latter and lets out a little “mhm” in agreement. you pause for a second trying to figure out whether to press him for an actual answer or just let him be but you figure he would tell you if he really wanted to and so you opt for the silent act of reassurance.

your finger draws a little heart on his back before it moves to your other hand. both of your hands now enveloping one of his. you feel him adjust on his side before he moves his face closer to your intertwined limbs. he kisses the back of both of your hands that are holding his before closing his eyes again and finally drifting off.

[djeniryuu]

Lee Minho Fic Recs (2021)

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a - angst, f - fluff, s - smut, ✔- completed

♡ - personal favourite

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Stories by Year:

2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024

Oneshots:

⇢ 7 Days (3.7k) - (f) » university!au, best friends to lovers

⇢ 23:16 (1.2k) - (s) 

⇢ 24 Hours After Your Death (1.8k) - (a) ♡  » tw: death

⇢ Appetizer (2.4k) - (s)

⇢ Between the Lines (9.7k) - (f) » librarian!minho, student!au

⇢ By Now (17.6k) - (a, f, s) » friends with benefits to strangers to lovers

⇢ Crimson Rose (3k) - (a) » highschool!au

⇢ Dad!Minho (2.4k) - (a, f, s) » dad!minho, nanny!reader

⇢ Dilf!Minho (1.4k) - (s) » single dad!minho

⇢ Dumb and Ridiculous! (10k) - (f) » university!au, frenemies to lovers

⇢ Face Your Feelings (7.1k) - (f) » best friends to lovers, prosopagnosia

⇢ From Home (3.4k) - (a) » neighbours!au

⇢ Hymn of the Winds (5.5k) - (f) » arabian mythology, royal!au, husband!minho

⇢ If I Hated You… (0.4k) - (a, f)

⇢ Inexperienced (6.2k) - (s) » virgin!reader

⇢ Kingdom Come (3.4k) - (f, s) » royalty!au, prince!minho

⇢ Leave the Door Open (12.3k) - (a, f, s) ♡  » sugarbaby!au, friends with benefits to lovers

⇢ Life Support (0.6k) - (a)

⇢ Mischief & Mistletoe (8.1k) - (f) » friends to lovers

⇢ Of Poison Love & Never Agains (6k) - (a, f)  » royalty!au, prince!minho, princess!reader

⇢ Queen of the Night (9.7k) - (a, f) » royalty!au, king!minho, queen!reader

⇢ The Enemies to Lovers Project (18k) - (f) ♡  » enemies to lovers, university!au

⇢ The One That Got Away (2.4k) - (a)  » exes!au

⇢ The Other Girl (4.3k) - (a, f)  » university!au

⇢ They Cheat On You and Regret It (0.5k) - (a) 

⇢ Your Heart & Your Headache, Too (9.6k) - (f)  » strangers to lovers, god!minho

Series:

⇢ Meant to Be - (a, f, sm!au) ✔  » exes to lovers, social media!au

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,  Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,  Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15,  Part 16 (Final) 

⇢ Rival (12.9k) - (f, s) ✔  » office!au

Part 1, Part 2 (Final) 

⇢ Sanguis Limerence ft. Bang Chan (180k) - (a, f, s) ✔ ♡ » poly!au, vampire!au, action

Sanguis Limerence: Awakening (150k)

Sanguis Limerence: Origins (Individual Characters’ Backstory)

⇢ Trust Fall (107.6k) - (action, a, f) ✔  » spy!au, action

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5  Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10  Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15  Part 16, Part 17 (Final) 

[starlostseungmin]

— friends, lmh.

pairing: minho x gn!reader genre: angst warnings: profanity, kissing, minho is a jerk, not proofread. word count: 1.1k notes: here's the lee know angst i promised. lol. it's from the poll, but anyway, i've got a short free time tonight so here it is! don't forget to comment and reblog! thank you lovely ♡

his back met the white wall painfully as you pushed him against it. a wince of pain from his mouth escalated quickly but he drew a smirk on his face. he never felt so sincere with you to begin with. if it weren’t for jisung telling you how minho has been doing shits behind your back, you’d be one gullible person with an innocent perspective. you know it is risky to have this kind of relationship with him, but you can’t blame yourself for falling in love. he gave signs of affection but they were all mixed signals. you shouldn’t act like this, being all hurt and crying until your mascara runs down your cheeks. what’s the point of crying over a player? 

“what the hell are we?” you asked, tears streaming down your face. 

minho just let out a soft chuckle, not giving a shit on what you were feeling that night. the question keeps repeating all the time, yet he couldn’t give you a decent answer. maybe he’s just playing with you after finding out you like him despite the rumors (which were proven true). a player who loves to leave broken pieces of fragile hearts. he is that jerk. all those feelings you have and the days being spent with you mean nothing to him. if he is this heartless, he shouldn’t have played the game in the first place. 

“fuck you!” your voice echoes through the quiet room of your apartment. his face was hard to read, and his eyes seemed to be sympatheticーnothing. 

maybe there were times that he used to hold you when you were crying and upset with him, a kiss would seal all the complaints and his touch would make your body burn, wanting for more. he did things that made you fall into his trap but never reassured you what kind of relationship you have. you could feel how you were treated like an object when he wakes up usually at 5 in the morning from your bed as you lie naked underneath the sheets. minho often stays with youーthe controversy of doing this without any label made you question your worth. 

maybe you were just blinded by love that you couldn’t see his flaws. maybe he is a skilled player that could make his victims swoon over him. shit blow things up and you couldn’t get up. you love him so much that you just want to be used and be gullible. but jisung’s nagging made you come through. you wanted to be more than just friends with benefits and yet minho wanted to remain the same. he doesn’t love you, none of those affections were real and even if you get mad at him, nothing will change anything. minho is still that jerk. 

“i thought we agreed that we’re just friends,” he said, sounding like a total asshole. of course, he knew, he always knew. 

“but i love you!” you cried. minho just stared back, confused as to why you were acting like this. everything means nothing. 

“well i don’t, y/n,” he said. “don’t be so dramatic about this,” the sound of your palm slapping his cheek was loud enough to leave him in shock. it was painful, but nothing compares to what you were feeling. minho stood there frozen for being caught off guard. “y/n,” 

your hands were shaking, eyes darted on him filled with pain as your tears never stopped streaming. maybe he might have a change of heart or develop some feelings for you, even for one bit. he saw you so bent out of shape. you admit that you are also at fault for letting down your guard when you totally agreed to be just friends with benefits and now you’re here.

“am i really nothing? those things we did were nothing?” you asked as your voice cracked and shaky. he never saw you being so hyped up before and now he’s sure that you really want to blow shit up. 

“you don’t really understand do you?” minho scoffed. “we’re just friends y/n, nothing is really up with usー” 

“tell me we weren’t just friends! this doesn’t make much sense to me minho!” you said. “fuck! ignore that friends-with-benefits bullshit, iー” you paused, running your hands on your face. “fuck, i can’t believe i fell for you. i’m getting some fresh air,” you said and were about to take the exit from your apartment when he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around as he pulled you closer to his bodyーa hand around your waist, and his hand wrapping your wrist lightly. he stared straight into your eyes, you were left dumbfounded when he looks at you with a serious look, an expression that is confusing and hard to read. “what the fuck are you doing? let me go you fucker!” you said, but he didn’t listen. 

“i didn’t know you would act up like this y/n,” he smiled as he turned you around, pushing you as your back hits the wall. jerk. you looked at him, unknown of your feelings yet your heart started to beat faster than usual. why is your heart so fragile when it comes to him anyway? he’s not even your boyfriend. “do you like me that much?” he smirked as you avoided his eye contact but his fingers grabbed your chin to face him again, cheeks started to flush yet your eyes filled with irritation. 

“you heartless jerk,” you retorted when his lips met yours. his hand fell on your name, pulling you closer for much access to your lips as he gives a desperate one. you tried to push him away but he would just keep on pulling you deeper. his kisses never fail to give you butterflies in your stomach but right now, you don’t know anymore. there were several attempts of pushing him away until he decided to let go. the kiss is not worth it anymore. you hate him as much as you hate yourself for getting caught in his trap. maybe it was time to put an end to things. minho never loved you. it was just a game where he would use you for his past time and pleasure. 

you left your apartment that night and minho stared at the door where you took the exit. maybe it was all wrong and he was desperate about you. but the fact that the damage has already been done, he wouldn’t be able to fix things now. the regret he felt, the sadness and heartbreakーmaybe minho felt something for you, even if just a smidge. but how would he be able to get you back when you cut it all off? a sigh escaped from your lips as you burned all the pictures you had with him, but then there’s minho who keeps on staring at your window from the street, wanting to change and make up. yet he knew it won’t be all easy. 

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[moonlit-han]

purrsonal performance

genre/au: fluff, roommate au, friends to lovers au (implied) pairing: lee minho x gn!reader word count: 500 warnings: none request: no a/n: just wanted to write minho being adorable <3 don't forget to reblog~

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Your apartment was one of those oddly configured ones that could only exist from an old townhouse being subdivided into four smaller dwellings. There were doors that opened onto walls, steps that led into closets, windows where windows likely shouldn’t be, and magnificently and hilariously retrofitted plumbing and heating. There were more nooks and crannies in the place than anywhere a person with three cats should ever live.

Said person being your roommate, Lee Minho. Otherwise known as—depending on your mood—the bane of your existence (but not actually), the love of your life (maybe), “Oi, you”, “Cricket”, and Minnie. Oh, and your personal favorite: cat boy.

You’d long ago resigned yourself to the fact that living with Minho also meant living with his cats. It wasn’t that much of a hardship, really, since they were well-behaved and adored the man. You were one of the lucky ones, too, who was actually allowed to pet the cats—allowed by them, that is. Every single one of your friends knew that they ran they apartment, not you and Minho, whether they were tucked into the apartments numerous hiding places or not. On the odd night Minho wasn’t around, you’d wake in the middle of the night surrounded by three furry bodies and wouldn’t dare move for fear of disturbing them. Again, you were one of the lucky ones.

On a particularly dreary Wednesday, you arrived home in a sour mood. Unusually for you, clumsiness that overtaken your movements that day and lead to spilled tea, stubbed toes, snagged clothes, and a prematurely written email to a colleague who would most certainly judge you for it. 

You shucked off your raincoat, toed off your boots, and let your bag drop haphazardly onto the bench by the door. You’d deal with it later—there wasn’t any food in there that would spoil. A moment later, your feet were nestled in warm slippers and you were making a beeline for the kitchen and a mug of tea.

But before you could so much as exit the hall, you heard the singing. Slightly raucous, passionate, and mostly on-key singing that could only have one source: Minho. You peaked around the corner into the living room and had to stifle a giggle.

Minho was wearing his fuzziest socks and largest—and most comfortable, you would know—sweatshirt, head propped on the arm of the sofa. On his stomach and chest lay all three cats, their heads turned toward him with rapt attention as he sang an old love song with more passion than you’d seen from him in a long time. 

He sang the entire thing, completely unaware of your presence, the cats listening intently and clearly purring.

It was honestly the cutest thing you'd ever seen, especially from Minho. Watching him, you thought your heart would surely burst with joy and love. Then and there, you know you would do anything to see him that happy every day.

Maybe it was time to tell him how you felt . . .

[kpopimaginings]

Mean - Lee Know (Minho)

A/N: So I got a request about comforting Lee Know when people call him mean even though is a wonderful, precious human, and this is what happened.

"Hey bab- what's wrong?" Your tone switched from warm and upbeat to concerned as you entered the room to see Lee Know looking upset.

"It's nothing," he tried to smile as he looked up at you from the sofa.

"Clearly it's not, because it's upset you."

"What was your first impression of me?"

"Mysterious and very attractive, why?" you asked wondering where exactly this conversation was going.

"Didn't I ever seem cold or mean?" Lee Know continued.

"No, of course not. You were quiet at first, but always friendly, you'd always shoot me a smile and a hello when you saw me. When we started actually dating you were a perfect gentleman.  Where is all this coming from?"

He just shrugged.

"Minho, please tell me what's going on?"

He let out a sigh leaning further back on the sofa and not quite making eye contact with you. "It's just... Reading comments online. On our videos and Instagram and lives... I'm the mean member of Stray Kids."

"That's so not true," you argued as you made yourself comfortable next to him. "You're a bit sassy and you love teasing the members and fans, but that doesn't make you mean. I don't think the people saying that even know what the word really means."

"I think they do. They say I bully the members."

"Then they don't know you," you continued to protest. "In all the time I've known you and all the Stray Kids content I've seen, not once have you ever bullied anyone."

It was then that you heard your boyfriend sniff and you realized just how much this was affecting him.

"Hey, Minho, look at me," you pleaded, but he continued to stare at his hands in his lap.

You placed your hand on his chin and gently turned his head to face you. In that moment you wished anyone who had made those comments could see him now. Just a soft, broken boy with tears in his eyes as he worried that he could have maybe hurt or upset someone.

"You are an amazing hyung, and an amazing boyfriend, and an all round wonderful human being. The guys all really respect and look up to you, they've said before they can come to you with anything. If I'm upset, you're the first person I want to turn to, you're so comforting."

You could tell you were starting to get through to him now. If you and Stray Kids thought he was a good person then that was what really mattered anyway.

"And really anything you say that people could twist to be mean is just teasing or joking. Let's be honest, Hyunjin is the first to start giggling when the air fryer is mentioned." At the comment you finally got a smile out of your boyfriend. "See, it's all in good humour. So maybe sometimes you're quiet and people think you're cold, or you tease and people think that's mean, but the people who know you, we know the truth. We know how lovely and soft and caring you really are."

"What did I do to deserve you?" Lee Know asked as he looked at you with sparkling eyes.

"You're an amazing, not remotely mean person," you answered, causing him to laugh.

"I guess you're right."

"There's no guessing involved, jagi, I'm 100% right," you grinned.

"Oh no, I've boosted your ego," he joked.

"That was definitely meant to be the other way round," you laughed.

"You'll just have to keep saying lovely things about me then," he suggested.

You didn't reply this time, simply looking back at him with a fond smile on your face.

"What?" he asked after a moments pause.

"I just really love you," you told him, all hints of joking now gone from your voice.

He leant in and captured your lips with his. You were quick to kiss him back, your hand coming to rest on the back of his neck, holding him close and kissing him passionately.

When he did pull away, his forehead rested against yours. "I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes," he hummed.

"You'll never have to find out," you promised before leaning in to kiss him again.

NAVIGATION  |  STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

[skzinka]

“ A STORY TOLD BY THE STARS ” ft. lee minho

timeline : september, 2020

summary : inka wants to escape reality and find the other one she has dreamed of so much.

word count : 1.2k>

« what are you doing here? it's late. »

the dark night sky was probably decorated with its millions of stars.. in a less polluted city. a sigh left inka's cold lips, who was previously lying in the false grass of her dorm building's rooftop. slowly straightening up to turn on herself, resting her tired gaze on the face of the person who dared to disturb her, inka finally smiled mischievously at minho.

« i'm not tired. plus, i like the weather these days. the nights are made of a gentle warmth. » not waiting for a further answer, she let herself fall backwards again, to regain her initial position. minho who was watching her with his hands in his pockets, finally decided to join her.

lying down next to her to observe an almost completely dark sky, with only passenger planes and the moon as light, he wondered what she could observe spending two o'clock in the morning : « what grabs your attention this much? i'm curious. »

a sigh of exasperation and despair escaped involuntarily from inka's throat : the thing was, she didn't know exactly what she was looking for here. maybe she was fleeing some feelings that were a little too overwhelming, or maybe she was looking for a way to dream among the stars, maybe she was just looking for a sandman who would give her access to sleep. infinite possibilities were offered to her.

« i like to come here and imagine the stars in the sky, » she began to explain, causing minho to leave the vastness of the sky to focus on the movements of her talking lips, « i feel like.. that sometimes, they tell me stories that allow me to escape from reality for a few moments, » a naive smile joined her lips, as she suddenly shook her head, « i'm weird, right? »

« i like weird people. » answered minho, a few long seconds later. he was sure she wasn't weird — it was totally normal to want to escape reality in one way or another, from time to time. he sometimes found himself wanting to do it too, allowing himself to dream even for a few moments, to model another reality with the touch of his imagination. after his words, inka slowly and carefully turned her face towards the boy's, drowning herself in the depth of his dreamy eyes.

she stared at him for a moment, letting her pupils frolic freely over his face, tracing with her loving and delicate gaze every curve, every mole, every imperfection of it. she seemed to get lost in an another world, touching the imagination of a dream that minho, unknowingly, controlled. she could spend hours dreaming of him, his deep gaze allowing her to escape her reality.

but she couldn't fight the temptation to shift her gaze to something that suddenly seemed more interesting. it was something she had often thought about : why were minho's lips so perfect? they had a delicate shape with a big sunny smile that could undoubtedly melt anyone. there was nothing to complain about the beauty of minho, to her dreamy eyes, everything was absolutely perfect about him.

« why are you looking at me like that? » he asked her in a barely audible whisper, which inka thought she had imagined it. she slowly averted her eyes, to plunge her gaze back into the ones of the boy who hadn't left hers for a single second. he was hypnotized by her, and she was bewitched by him.

« i think you look like my escape. » she whispered softly, bringing her body close to minho's, who was watching her without saying a word — he was way too preoccupied with all the crazy emotions in his body, in his heart and in his head. something had changed, but he couldn't tell what. maybe it was the way their fingers brushed, the latter who usually clung to each others all the time, suddenly seemed more shy. maybe it was their hearts, beating in unison, creating a ringing melody in their chests. or maybe it was the gleam in their eyes, which didn't seem to be what it once was.

« i think you are mine. » — after these almost phantom words, inka felt her cheeks blush furiously and her heart race awkwardly. it all seemed far too real for her to imagine. was she still listening to the stories counted by the stars? but usually there was no delicate hand brushing her cheek, nor a deep gaze inquiring into the depths of her soul, there was no minho so close to her that his hot breath could settle on her face.

her delicate hands clung, in spite of themselves, to the collar of the sweatshirt he was wearing, maintaining her balance so as not to risk crashing into him — providing a perfect opportunity for the brunet to fully lay his palm against her cheek, coaxing her tenderly. he hovered in another world, as if nothing could reach him, nothing but inka. it was just him and her, stuck in a dream they both secretly cherished, unconsciously creating a second reality of their own.

« i dream of you. all i do, is dream of you, minho. » she finally admitted, daring to say these words while looking at him straight in the eyes. his thumb suddenly brushed her lower lip, causing the girl to tighten the grip of her fingers around the fabric of minho's top. she could barely hold still, her heart was ready to explode, and she didn't know what to do to stop it.

but one thing managed to stop it.

some hot lips suddenly placed on hers.

hands on her cheeks, lips delicately placed on hers, eyes mechanically closed — everything felt like a sweet dream. minho was kissing her, and he did it divinely, impeccably, as if he had dreamed of it every nights. minho guided inka's body even closer to his own, almost enveloping her in a bubble of love, he dared not leave her lips for a second, by fear that this moment cannot happen again.

minho suddenly felt inka's cold hands cling desperately to the collar of his sweatshirt, innocently touching his skin, sending shivers down his spine. their kiss seemed much more desperate and envious than before — as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time, as if the slightest gust of wind could break their moment of intimacy.

it's been a while since inka felt like this : her heart pounding in her chest, her cheeks warming in spite of the cold, a strange euphoria growing in the pit of her stomach. she didn't want to think about the consequences of it all, all that mattered to her at the moment was minho' soft hands touching her skin and the beats of his heart echoing against hers.

after long minutes that seemed so short, minho moved his face away from that of the youngest, caressing her cheek tenderly with his fingertips. staring into his eyes, inka couldn't help but hold on tightly to the boy, placing a butterfly kiss on his lips before snuggling up to him. « i wish we could be like this forever.. » she softly whispered, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

a soft sigh left the lips of the boy in love, hooking his arms around the waist of the girl of his dreams — he had never agreed with her so much as actually.

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[racha-recs]

a/n: i refuse to be blamed for this pure crack that wiggled itself out of my fingers. it's @lino-nyangi's fault, actually.

“hi baby minho,” you coo, wiggling a finger at him until-

munch.

“hey!” you squawk, lifting your finger up to your face to see a tiny set of teeth marks on the tip of your finger from his rather rude bite. “no biting. bad boy.”

“i’m temporarily small.” he says, rolling his eyes and sitting down criss-cross applesauce on the counter, his three inch tall stature suddenly dropping down to a mere one and a half inches. “i’m not a baby. or a dog.”

“but you did just bite me. humans don’t do that. babies and dogs do.” you point out matter-of-factly, leaning in but having to dodge when he lunges to bite your nose this time. you ignore his arguments as you cut some green grapes into pieces small enough to fit his mouth. “also, you’re not small. you’re tiny.”

you don’t know why this happens to him sometimes. there’s random days out of the year where he just. wakes up small. and wakes back up the next day regular sized. maybe he was cursed, maybe this is karma coming back to bite him from a past life. you don’t know, and you don’t particularly care; his tiny self is adorable, cuter than he is on a normal basis (which is hard to beat but somehow he did it.)

sometimes he likes to ride along with you on your shoulder as you go about your daily activities, barking orders into your ears that you steadfastly ignore. sometimes he hides in your hoodie pocket, taking naps in there while you’re at work and poking at your belly when he gets hungry. he always emerges from your pocket with messy hair and pink ears, and you think that’s the most precious he’s ever looked in his entire life. sometimes he stays home, grumpy and sad that he gets winded just walking from the bedroom to the living room, or that his calves hurt jumping back and forth on the buttons of the TV remote. those days he just lays in bed and waits for the day to pass.

and then there’s days like this, where he’s feeling particularly playful and you have no responsibilities to tend to, so you get to spend the entire day with little minho. he woke you up with tiny kisses to your cheeks and your shoulder and your neck, and you made him a microscopic quarter-sized pancake for breakfast that he didn’t finish because it was too much food. he sat on the back of the couch by your head as you watched your favorite kdrama, and his soft voice provided unnecessary but welcome commentary the entire time. later, you’re sure that his tiny hands will be buried in your hair, making small fairy braids in it, his favorite thing to do while he’s small like this.

tomorrow, he will be back to his normal 5’8” stature, but you won’t love him any less for it.

[hwgyun]

ONLY LOVE CAN HURT LIKE THIS ! — Lee Minho

pairing: bsf!Leeknow x fem!reader

genre: unrequited love, angst, literally straight up sadness

warning(s): mentions of insomnia, mentions of past poor eating habits, hurt, one sided/unrequited love, mentions of vomit, comparing yourself to other people(?). i think i that’s it, let me know if i should add anything else!

You didn’t know what you were expecting when you never confessed to Lee Minho, but it definitely wasn’t that he was going to magically confess to you. He was your best friend, confessing to him would mean risking ruining 12 years of friendship. Sure, you weren’t expecting him to be single but to hide his relationship from you and then announce his engagement was shocking to say the least. Especially since you were hopelessly in love with him.

You first fell for him when you were 15. You were humiliated in front of the whole school by someone who you thought was your friend. Minho rushed to your house and comforted you, spilling reassuring words and affirmations as you sobbed in his arms. His caring nature was something to not overlook. As much as he tried not showing it, he truly did care for the people he was close to.

Yet here you were, 23 years old and still in love with the man you once thought would be yours. But not everyone can have what they do wish for, right?

The night he had announced his engagement, he glanced at you with guilty eyes as your friends glanced at you with pity. They knew you loved Minho. He was the reason you never dated anyone. Minho wasn’t the best person to date in High school. As most people would have described, he kissed a lot of girls. Under the bleachers, at bus stops, at his house. Anywhere really. He was a player. And you were to watch from a distance with a pit in your stomach and tear-filled eyes.

You would sob for days knowing you couldn’t have him. Knowing your place in his life was to be his best friend and nothing more. You were there to witness everything he went through, his achievements, his worst moments, etcetera. You were there when he talked to you about his first time, when he had his first girlfriend, when he broke up with said girlfriend. And all you could do was smile and play the role of the good best friend you were.

So now you were here, at his wedding, standing behind his bride as they exchanged vows. You tried to contain the tears that were threatening to fall. Eyes landing on your dear friend Chan who gave you a sad smile.

You knew it was selfish of you to hope that he would somehow call the wedding off, or that she would, in fact. You knew you had to be happy for him, but you just couldn’t. I mean how could you, seriously? You had been in love with him for 8 years, but you never said it though. You were a coward. You still are one.

As you heard the words “You may now kiss the bride”, that’s when your entire world finally collapsed, and you were finally brought to reality. Lee Minho wasn’t yours and he was never going to be. You stood there with a smile as you clapped, hoping you didn’t look upset at all.

When the party had started, you excused yourself and headed to the restroom. You found an empty stall and crouched down, finally letting the tears you were holding in for hours spill. This time Minho wasn’t there to comfort you like he always would. He was out there with his wife. You were alone, with no comfort whatsoever.

You tried to muffle your sobs, but you were sure it was audible for the people outside the restroom. After what seemed like forever, you walk out of the stall and look in the mirror, noticing how your once perfect makeup was now smudged and your eyes were puffy and bloodshot.

You washed your face, getting rid of the excess of makeup and walked out of the bathroom, body crashing into the one and only LeeKnow.

“Y/N hey! — hey…hey what’s wrong are you okay?” His voice softened as he looked down at you, noticing your puffy eyes. His hands going to cup your cheeks until you backed away.

“Y-Yes, I’m all right. Just feeling a little sick you know. I think I might head home right now.” You noticed the ways his eyes held a sad emotion in them, he sighed and gave you a slight sad smile.

“Hope you feel all better Y/n. I’ll pack you some of the snacks at the table so you can take some home to eat later—”

“No! I- I mean, no, it’s fine. I think if I eat anything I might vomit you know. Anyways I have to go now, congratulations again.”

With that, you quickly left. Not bothering to look back knowing you would burst into tears once again. You go back to the party and grab your bag, bidding goodbye to the bride after explaining you had to go. As you were walking towards the parking lot, you heard your name being called making you stop in your steps and turn around.

Chan.

“Are you okay? Actually, don’t even answer that, obviously you’re not. I’ll take you home.” He states as he places an arm on your lower back, guiding you to his car. You sit on the passenger sit and immediately burst into tears again as Chan closes the door to his car.

“I- It hurts. It hurts so bad Chris!” You sobbed; your body engulfed by Chan as he wraps you in comforting arms. He places his palm on the back of your head and spills reassuring and comforting words. Your mind taking you back to that day LeeKnow comforted you when you were 15, eight years ago. The day you first fell for him.

“Chris, I suffered so much because of him! I- I know it isn’t his fault and I know I’m being selfish right now, but I love him. I always loved him. There were days in the past where I couldn’t get an ounce of sleep for months because of him. All I kept thinking about was him and how I would only be the best friend in his life. I stopped eating little by little because I noticed how he usually went for the girls that were really skinny and slim. I was so hurt Chris. I’m so tired. I want it to stop.” You cried, sore voice cracking in the process.

“Shh, Y/n. Listen to me. Everything is going to be okay; you have me. I’ll be by your side. I know life is kicking your ass right now, but I promise you, you hear me. I promise you everything will be okay in the end. You’ll find someone better, someone who will cherish you and love you. Trust me on it, sweetheart.”

His voice calms you down, your rapid breaths finally slowing down. Your teary eyes looking up at him as you whisper a ‘thank you’, your voice too sore for you to talk.

“No problem, that’s what I’m here for. What I will always be here for.”

[straykits]

back again hehe 🧍🏾‍♀️

could you write no.12 with minho please? i think it'd be so cutee

ty in advance<3

prompt 12: possessive hand holding

hi, sorry this took so long afkjfka ur other req is also gonna take a hot minute 😭😭 i hope you like this though, even just a little bit. pairing: bestfriend!minho x gn!reader wc: 0.7k+ warnings: mentions of alcohol, a guy being stubborn about drinks??? genre/s: (implied) college au, non-idol au

he’d been on your ass for the last fifteen minutes. some upperclassman from another major who you were sure you spent all but zero classes with.

“c’mon, a drink?” it’s probably the fifth time he’s asked. “just one, and if by the time you finish it you don’t want my number, I’ll leave.”

you weave your way through the mass of people, neck craning for a familiar face. it was definitely much easier to navigate a crowded bar than a crowded club, but it didn’t make finding your friends any easier.

the guy keeps following, stopping occasionally to give you the false hope that he’d run into someone who would keep him distracted long enough for you to slip away. it wasn’t the case, unfortunately, and you finally find yourself in the outside area of the bar. less people, less noise, but the same amount of persistence.

“y/n, just one. my buy, no need to pay me back!”

the amount of carefree arrogance that he had when saying that irked you just enough that you were about to snap and turn around to yell something in his face.

but then a new presence stops you.

you feel the hand around your wrist, the size and the way the thumb slips into your palm and presses gently familiar and comforting. you know who it is before they even speak.

“and who is this?”

minho’s voice is close to your ear, and he pulls you back so you’re against his chest. you could feel his heartbeat against his chest, the steady thump hitting your back like comforting pats. he pulls your hand up, placing it on your hip, and intertwines his finger with yours.

it wasn’t the first time he’d been this close to you, wasn’t even the first time he’d had his hands in yours, but something about it all made your ears warm, made your stomach flip, made your heart skip a beat.

how cliche.

“minho- this is, uh-”

the guys name had slipped your mind, really.

you glance at your upperclassman, expecting some type of exclamation about how hurt he was that you’d forgotten his name, but his attention was trained on minho.

he seemed to be resisting a glare, eye twitching ever so slightly as he looks minho up and down. there’s venom in his voice when he speaks next.

“who’re you, their boyfriend?”

you’re almost frozen by how quick the guy’s demeanor had changed.

“yeah.”

minho was a lot of things to you, but he was definitely not your boyfriend.

“lee minho, nice to meet you.”

you glance up to see a smile plastered on his face, his cold tone like ice in whiskey as he extends his free hand out.

it takes a moment for the other guy to take minho’s hand in a brisk shake, the fake smile on his fake rivaling minho’s.

“i’m just leaving. sorry to disturb the two of you,” he says and with a final glare, turns and stalks off.

“see ya, just leaving!”

the fake cheer in minho’s voice was blatantly obvious.

you turn in minho’s arms and he lets you go, only to pull you towards him once again. hands find their way around your waist, this time holding you to him firmly.

“just a bit longer, y/n. he’s still watching.”

there was no way to verify minho’s words - your back was to your upperclassman, and to look back now would make this whole act obvious.

“boyfriend?” you mumble up at minho, face warmer than you’d like to admit “”you couldn’t have come up with something better?”

“it was the best i could think of, in that moment,” minho shrugs. then the corner of his lips qiurk up, eyes hazing over slightly as he looks directly at you. his voice drops into a low whisper. “so humour me for a bit, why don’t you? until that guy’s gone, anyways.”

it’s a devilish grin that he gives you - so sly, so mischievous, so minho that you just can’t say no.

“okay,” you mumble, bringing a hand up to cup his jaw. the action was half reluctant, half laced with a tempting desire that had built up over the years. you see him gulp, see the way his eyes flutter momentarily, as if you had almost broken through some facade. “just for a bit.”

[djeniryuu]

Lee Minho Fic Recs (2020)

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[strawberryjmilk]

anon said: hii can i request a scenario where lino is being savage to the members but he’s just soft with his s/o and the members find it cute how different lino is with his s/o? thank you in advanceฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ and take care always!(づ ◕‿◕ )づ💖

hello!! thank you for requesting <3 i hope this was okay, ♡

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[shuniverse]

day five ;; lee minho

minho was always there for you, supporting you, loving you, keeping you safe. and that certainly didn’t change when pride month rolled around.

he wasn’t too good with words, more opting to show you just how much he appreciated you and loved you through acts of service and physical affection.

you were at work the day the colorful month started, and so minho’s plan was set in motion as he got to work.

soonie, doongie, and dori were his victims of the surprise, the cute little boys even cuter in their outfits minho put them in.

and though they weren’t trained, he planned to have the kitties put on a little show for you, one he was sure you’d love.

the doorknob jiggled and unlocked as he was finishing up, placing the kitties in their spots. you stepped in and noticed the little scene of minho fixing up their specially colored bowties, and he swirled around to look at you, giving you a cute little smile and coming up to hug you, kissing your cheek.

“the kitties and I have a little surprise for you.”

you giggled and nodded. “okay, minnie.”

he gave a little grin, setting you down on the couch with a glint of excitement in his dark eyes and a kiss on your head. he moved to get the kitties in position, and he started the song that plays.

it was a fun song, but you didn’t realize it’s a song he worked on for you specially, and he moved the kitties around to dance to it, incorporating his own little moves in it.

but what made you truly smile is when the lyrics started to really convey his love for you, and the kitties were doing the cutest little jigs when you noticed the color combos of their bow ties.

soonie had an adorable ocean blue bow tie, doongie had a deep velvety purple, and dori’s was an adorable baby pink shade.

the bi flag, in the form of your favorite babies with bow ties.

the little number ended, to which minho bowed while you clapped and whooped.

you got up and came to scoop the kitties into your arms, pressing kisses to their soft heads, before setting them down and walking to your boyfriend, who was standing and watching you admirably.

“did you like it?”

“oh min, I loved it, thank you so much.”

he smiled. “anything for you, baby.” he wrapped his arms around you in a snug embrace as you wrapped your own around his waist. your smile said all that you couldn’t.

;;-;;

dude this was probably the longest pride drabble I’ve written so far 😭

it’s fine tho, I enjoyed writing it <3 I love the minho kitties, and I love minho.

stay safe loves!

- alice <3

[levanterhaze]

✧ SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK (LEE KNOW)

→ dancer!lee know xdancer!f.reader

→ word count: 2.4k

→ when dancing is all you know, it becomes your great passion. studying at the apollo school of arts is like a dream come true. in one of your accomplishments, you have to work with one of the greatest talents called lee minho and accept that maybe feelings are confusing and abstract like slow dancing alone in the dark.

→ warnings: lots of angst in this one lol

CHAPTER THREE — (masterlist)

playlist: you don't go to parties anymore, 5sos.

Minho didn't mind being the prime focus. He was always clear about what he wanted from an early age and his ambitions never got in the way of him. Everyone recognized him and he didn't care. He was there for a reason.

It’d be the first day of being an instructor for Ms. Oh and he was self-reliant about it. While preparing the stereo for the beginning of the class, before the teacher arrived, he watched the room’s motion.

And something caught his attention. A new person. Talking to you.

He knew well who his classmates were, and Mingi wasn't one of them. Then Minho was baffled not knowing why he was with you, talking absently while pulling the dark blue strands back. He didn't realize he was pulling the cord until the stereo unplugged, causing a loud thud to echo through the room.

“Why are you staring at Mingi like you want to kill him?” Jisung suddenly appears, stretching his arms and pulling them by the elbow.

"You're seeing things."

"I think not. Did something happen that I'm not aware of?”

"No." Minho finished fixing all the appliances and raised his eyebrows. "You’re nosy."

“And you never tell me anything. Unfair. I’m your best friend.”

"Yeah. You're." They both pause and Jisung narrowed his eyes. Minho grins. "Unfortunately."

"I'll kill you."

And then Jisung pushed his best friend, trying to mount his back and making Minho laugh.

Mrs. Oh arrived in moments and the class started. The instructors helped the students who had more difficulty in some lessons, like breathing properly or getting some choreography positions that the teacher passed as a test. Most of them were doing well on the exercises, but sometimes someone would lose focus or balance, requiring help from one of the three.

Yeji smiled shyly at Minho as he helped her by holding her arms. It was the second time she had tripped over her own feet and that made him go to help her.

"Sorry, I'm a little lost today," Yeji mutters embarrassingly, feeling Minho's firm fingers around her wrist.

He just stammers something Yeji can barely hear. He's looking at you. Mingi and you. And the way he's shining at you like you've known each other for ages. And it infuriates him, he can't say why, but it infuriates him deeply.

"Everything’s fine?" Yeji asks as she tries to catch Minho's eye.

"Yes, everything is great. Just keep your balance, all right?”

He walks away from Yeji and walks back to the other side of the room, repeating the same movement as the other students, but his eyes betray him and he finds himself looking at you and Mingi now and then, just to see if your closeness continues and he tries to ignore the way Mingi looks at you, or the way his hands hold yours when he tries to steady himself, but deep down, he can't.

Fuck all this. He can barely understand why there's a soreness in the pit of his stomach that creeps up to his core like a tremor.

So the class goes by almost too fast and when everyone leaves, there are only three students left: the instructors. Chaeryeong offers to get the three of you some snacks and you accept an iced coffee and Minho too.

There’s a makeshift table used by Ms. Oh, so the three of you get together for your first meeting. You sit across from Minho, who’s tirelessly typing something into his computer.

“So, I was thinking” you start, clasping hands on the table. “We should think about a concept for our presentation.”

You wait patiently for a response, but Minho looks nonchalantly while not paying you any attention. You frown, leaning your body forward. “Are you listening to me?”

He sighs tiredly. You feel uneasy, as if you were a thorn in his side. “What do you want?”

You raise your brows. “I just said it but I guess you’re too busy to listen.”

“Thank God! You noticed I’m actually busy, congrats.” Minho doesn't even bother to glance at you. That comment made you drift away. 

“What's up with that attitude?” He made it. He managed to annoy you deeply. 

“What attitude?” He looks at you, briefly. “I just said I’m busy.”

“No, you did not.” You add through clenched teeth. “I don’t get you. First, you show up at my dorm saying you’d like to team up and when I try to cooperate you just treat me like shit?”

He closes his laptop with a swat, finally peeking at you. Somehow you find it so bothersome to pay attention as his eyes sail roughly through your face. It’s ridiculous how dainty he is, like a fucking Adonis or some shit like that, and it’s absurd that he can look this good when he’s being a total asshole. 

“Sorry to disappoint you, but not everyone’s lusting over you, giving you all the attention. Some of us are just busy, y’know?”

You were stumped. Your blood turns into thin ice. What was going on?

“Uh-Is everything okay?” Chaeryeong’s voice fills the place in a lovely innocent tone. You look at her discomfiting. Whatever Minho was going through, you didn’t want to be part of it. You weren't going to let him treat you like this, all shitty and everything. 

“Yeah. I-Um, actually, I have to finish some assignments for tomorrow. I’ll just email you my notes, ok?” You didn’t even worry about waiting for an answer, even though it wasn’t fair to Chaeryeong who doesn’t have shit to do about Minho’s shitty attitude. 

You haven’t any assignment to do, but you couldn't bear to be in the same room with Minho for any five minutes, so you need an excuse. You did send Chaeryeong your notes for the meeting and you wrote an apology in the footnotes, hoping she wouldn’t think you were unprofessional. 

Campus was dead silent at this time. Most of the students were having class at the moment, so there were a few people who wandered across the green premises. You felt weary. Like if you had run an intense marathon and it had drained all your energy.

Unfortunately, you couldn't focus on anything more than what happened earlier. How did he expect you to team up with him if he had this kind of attitude toward you? It was so out of the blue that you couldn’t even react properly. You knew he was mellow and austere, but you didn’t know that passive-aggressive shit about him. 

But how could you? You were not friends with him. 

You gasp while typing on your phone. One word was all it took for Yunjin to drop whatever she was doing to come to you. You typed in caps lock METEORITE. The code between the two of you when something wasn’t right and the antidote was to stick together. 

She found you in the nearest cafe. You ordered two choco chip frappuccinos because it was her favorite and you needed something sweet to make up for Minho’s bitterness. Yunjin was all in pink, in a cute dress, and her strawberry hair was loose in cute waves like a barbie doll. 

“What happened?” She sat in front of you. “I was doing my nails but I ran the fastest I could.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Was something with Ms. Oh?”

“Actually, it was Minho.” Yunjin's motion ghosts in the air, the straw almost going to her nostrils. She widens her eyes and then takes a long sip of her coffee. 

Then it took you almost ten minutes to explain everything that happened and Yunjin gave you her best support, saying she didn’t know Minho was like that. She hangs out with him more times than you, because of Changbin, etc. It was fine, you just needed some kind of stimulus not to believe you were overreacting.

You were not. Minho was being a bitch.

“You know what? Changbin just told me about this Pool Party next week and you’re coming with me.”

“I have nothing to wear.”

She looks at you with that grin with genius potential. “Maybe I have something in mind.”

The week passed quickly. Classes were great, and you're doing good with the instruction thing but you were late in preparation for the final presentation and that was on Minho. 

He didn't speak to you at all. Every time you walked into the room, he dodged every second of it. Chaeryeong didn't say a thing but of course, she noted something was off. You just admitted you had to do your presentation by yourself, without him, because he was being a dick as usual. 

So, Saturday came in like a breeze in the summer. Yunjin set up a nice black swimsuit for you to wear. She chose a strawberry-pink one for her, just to match her essence. The party was taking place at somebody’s house, but you knew that somebody was friends with the seven — Changbin, Felix, Hyunjin, Bangchan, Jisung, Jisung, Seungmin, and Minho. 

You had everything you needed when you came. It was a hot day so everyone was already at the pool. You found Felix and Seungmin in the kitchen. Felix was slashing oranges and limes to make some booze, you guessed. 

“Hey, stranger.” Felix grins when his eyes land on you. “Take this. It tastes sweet?”

You take a sip from whatever he was doing before. It was refreshing and sweet with a little bit of alcohol. “It’s perfect.”

“Told you, no more limes.” Felix points at Seungmin, who serves himself a cup of that drink.

You step out, feeling a little odd cause you only knew some people at this party. Some guys were playing with Nerfs in the pool and you were sure you had a glimpse of Jisung shooting water at Hyunjin. Yunjin was with her lovely boy — almost boyfriend. They were on so many dates that they should just be together at this point.

But she seemed happy and that was all.

You joined them, sitting on the rim of the pool. Felix hands you another glass.

That day was already nice, spattering water on Yunjin and Seungmin with Nerfs. Teaming up with Jisung just to see who swims faster. Eating Felix’s brownies and drinking a lot of that sweet orange drink he made. 

Changbin had the brilliant idea to do the chicken fight. First, it'd be you and Yunjin. She climbed onto her lover’s shoulders while you climbed on Bangchan’s. You tried your best not to fall, he was slippery and you didn't have a place to hold except his header — which you wouldn't do. 

And you were winning because you have more stability in your arms than her. You could see her slipping through Changbin’s shoulders but something caught your eye. Minho and Yeji.

You should've focused only on Yunjin. You shouldn't have glanced up at him. His damp blonde hair. His open black shirt and his sinewy body. He peeked at you and you only had time to mumble a fuck before your body slammed into the water. 

Bangchan helped you, asking if you were okay over and over. You were. One minute ago. Before Minho. 

It was childish, you had to admit it. How he was able to change your mood with just one look. You're still angry with him and that was all. He just surprised you, that's what tried to convince yourself. 

You got out of the pool just to drink a little more.

Fuck Minho. You wouldn't let him ruin your day. 

You were so comfortable before, you ain't even realized he wasn't here. 

Two drinks turned into three and then four. 

You're tipsy and happy. Yeonjun’s house — you discovered later that it was his place— was empty. Rosé and peach colored the sky and somehow the music was louder. You found yourself craving one of Felix’s brownies so you went to the kitchen to grab some. 

And your heart skipped a beat when you found Minho there. He was ignoring you still and that was a bummer. You could sense the alcohol touring through your system and every thought was a missed heartbeat. 

He looked at you, his raised eyebrow like he was challenging you. But you knew better and you wouldn't let him treat you like shit again. 

“You good?” His voice is calm, kinda treacherous though.

You open the fridge and then look at him over your shoulder. “Talking to me?” 

“There’s just us here.” He shrugs. 

“Why wouldn't I be good? I'm great.” You snort. 

You feel it when he gets closer. He rests his arms on the fridge door. “You look drunk.” 

You peer at him. “And?”

“You should have some water.” He points at the bottle inside the fridge. 

There was a hesitation that Minho wasn't expecting. You gathered all boldness hidden in your body to dart him in the eyes.  “I don't need you to tell me what to do.” 

And it was no shock when he didn't feel offended. He tongue his cheek, looking down at you “Yeah?” 

“Why do you care if I need fucking water? Wasn't you who said I was an attention sucker?” 

“I owe you an apology.” His soft talk makes you sigh. “I shouldn’t have snapped like that. It was a bad day. I’m sorry.”

At the end, you knew you could let this go. You didn’t hate him, you just wanted to be treated right, like a person at least. Minho looked sincere and you could tell by his eyes that he meant it. It could probably be the alcohol too — you’d definitely ignore that.

“You really didn’t mean that, tho?” 

He furrowed his brows. “No. Never.” 

That was different. The way he was looking at you, like you were friends — close friends. And the sweetener in his tone, you were unsure. He said nothing, his locks falling through his forehead and his greek nose was so close you could almost scent the citric cologne. 

You were close. 

Too close.

“I should go back. I guess.” You were so bewildered. Alcohol or not, you felt spell blinded.

Before you leave, he points again at the fridge. “You forgot your water.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” You nod, tenderly beaming.

You set off the kitchen just to discern seconds after that you didn’t go there for water. Minho said you needed water. You were so disconcerted you didn’t even realize. It was him.

On your way back Yunjin was frowning at you. But you could understand the “is everything okay?” in her eyes. You nodded. 

That’s because you didn’t have the chance to see what Yunjin saw. The gentle smug look on Minho's face when he followed you to the pool. The shyly yet fond smile crooked his lips while he had his head down.

Yunjin was confused.

But it was all about you. Because of you.

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