#lee minho fic

[dearly-somber]

hyunga’s sleeping | l.mh

-> pairing. idol!minho x non-idol!reader (f)

-> genre. Established relationship, domestic fluff.

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1101

-> warnings. None!

-> a/n. This was fueled by pure, unadulterated Minho & Soon-Doong-Dori (SDD) brainrot.

-> skz drabble, oneshot & series m.list

-> started. Feb. 23rd, 2024 @ 16:51

-> fin. Fri., Mar. 1st, 2024 @ 19:40

-> edited. Sat. Mar. 2nd, 2024 @ 15:40

-> divider credit. @plum98

“Eomoni!”

“Y/N, darling, come in!”

Minho’s mom wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling you inside with a big smile on her face. She waves you off as you slip out of your shoes and into a pair of bright pink Hello Kitty slippers Minho bought for you as a joke years ago, forcefully prying the bag of goodies you bought on your way here from your fingers.

“I hope I’m not intruding—?”

“Hush!” Mrs. Lee chides with a smile, “Stop worrying so much.” Her hand hovers by the small of your back, guiding you up the last step into the living room.

“Is Minho here? He said he was coming home today…”

“Yes, he’s here. He’s in his room.” Minho’s mom sets the plastic bag on the counter, and you naturally go to help her unpack what you bought, shelving things like you live here.

“I—hello, abeonim.” You bow at Mr. Lee, closing your eyes contentedly when he comes around the counter to give you a fatherly side-hug that squishes you against him.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, ruffling your hair as he lets you go in favor of helping his wife unpack.

You shrug, walking around to the other side of the counter. “Thought I’d pop in to say hi. I missed the kittens very much.”

Mr. Lee laughs, shaking his head at you. “Of course, the kittens.” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly.

You can’t help the grin tugging at your mouth, clearing your throat to speak. “Speaking of, where are the babies? I haven’t seen any of them since I got here.”

“Last time I checked they were all with Minho in his room,” his mom says, putting away the bottle of red wine you bought for dinner later tonight.

“Great! I can kill two birds with one stone.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

She snickers at you, shooing you away with a fond smile. “Go say hi and then come sit with us—we found a documentary we thought you’d like.”

“Okay, eomoni.” You smile at her and hope your pure love and adoration for her isn’t written too clearly on your face, afraid she might tease you. You walk with light steps in the direction of Minho’s room, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

“Minho-ssi,” you sing-song, rounding the corner with a light and airy step-a-step you’re pretty sure you saw somewhere in Thunderous’s choreography.

Mreow?

“Doong-Doong-ah?” Your lips jut out in a surprised pout, looking down at the talkative orange tabby with a tiny furrow in your brow. Following the lump of white sheets behind him, you finally make out Minho’s all-black clad body hidden under all the fluff.

You smile.

“Is hyunga sleeping?” you whisper, walking over on the tips of your toes before crouching in front of Doongie, scratching behind his ears with a soft smile. He mrews, his eyes fluttering closed as he leans his head into your hand. To your right, Dori hugs what you think is a bottle of lotion between his white socked-paws, his tail flicking with each nibble he delivers to the hard plastic.

You let your hand wander over Dori’s side and chide him with a half-hearted hiss when he clamps his teeth around your knuckles, shaking it off with a smile when he pauses a second before giving your hand a couple of licks.

You give his side one last pat before walking around Minho’s feet, only noticing Soonie as he’s cuddling into your boyfriend’s duveted stomach.

You can’t stop the smile tugging at your lips, crouching next to the sleeping cats to card your fingers through Soonie’s fur, feeling a familiar sense of pride swell in your chest at his appreciative purr.

And then you’re looking up at Lee Minho, your body tingling all over at the serenity on your sleeping beauty’s face, unable to help but reach out and let your hand run over his hair; a little frizzy at the ends but otherwise straight; he must not have been sleeping for very long.

You drag your hand over Minho’s head with an inexplicable softness constricting your throat, wishing you could lean down and kiss him without running the risk of waking him up.

You jump a little when Minho lets out an adorable grunt as he slowly pries his eyes open.

“Jagi?” he mumbles.

“Did I wake you?” you coo, combing your fingers through his fringe.

“Mmm.”

You chuckle, letting the pads of your fingers brush over his forehead, over his eyelids. “Ever the truthman.”

“Truthman?” he grumbles, bringing a hand up to loosely hold your wrist between his fingers.

“When did you get home?” You let your hand wander over his cheek.

“A few hours ago…”

“From practice?”

He guides the palm of your hand against his lips. “Mmm...”

He kisses your hand, turning onto his back (much to Soonie’s dismay) and throwing the duvet around his hips before tugging on your arm with surprising strength.

You yelp, practically falling on top of him. He lets out a back-of-the-throat kind of giggle that sends tingles down your arms, using his hands on your hips to shift you higher up his abdomen.

Minho lets out a satisfied hum-sigh against the top of your head, his fingers massaging the skin at your waist before hooking his fingers under the waistband of your trousers, letting the elastic keep his hands in place.

“Baby,” you say, softly—knowing his parents are waiting for you downstairs but feeling so tempted to sink into his warmth and stay there until the end of days.

“No,” he huffs, nuzzling your temple. “Lay with me for a bit.”

You can’t help but laugh, subtly shaking your head. Of course he knows. “Okay, but only for a minute. Your mom invited me downstairs to watch a—“

“Shh, jagi, I’m trying to sleep.”

———

“Y/N, sweetheart, we’re—“

Mrs. Lee stops in her tracks, right outside Minho’s room. The sight she comes across brings an immediate smile to her face, and she can’t help but take her phone out and snap a picture to give to her son later:

Minho, his arms wrapped around you as you lay on top of him, legs intertwined. And surrounding you, Soonie, Doongie and Dori; the youngest of the trio laying by his hyung’s head. Doongie lays by your feet, and Soonie sleeps just off to the side, his legs stretched out in front of him.

As she sits back down with her husband, Mrs. Lee can’t help but think: she can’t wait for the day Minho asks for her mother’s ring.

[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: breeding

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

wc: 2k

breeding kink: the intense arousal at the thought of being impregnated or impregnating someone.

You'd always loved kissing. Sitting on someone's lap as they hold you close, your lips connected to theirs. Feeling the motions grow in intensity as you both got more and more turned on - it had always been your favourite thing to do.

But kissing Minho? It was a whole different story.

The way his scent overwhelmed you every time, the way his taste flooded your senses. He would hold you so tightly, as though he couldn't possibly get you close enough. His hands roaming your skin, traversing the planes of your back, your waist, your hips, your ass. It was everything you needed, and you could never get enough.

It was inevitable as soon as it started. Your hips started to pick up a pace against his clothed erection, a desperate, grinding movement that made Minho smile against your lips. He didn’t stop you, only aiding the movement with his hands on your ass while he dominated your mouth with his tongue.

You couldn't hold back your whimpers, and Minho's smirk only grew. He pulled away from the kiss and you didn't even give him a second. "Minho, please-" 

"We don't have any condoms, baby. We're out."

You almost felt the ground collapse beneath you. "No! Say you're joking right now!" 

He wouldn't fuck you without protection, you knew it. He was too cautious. But that didn't stop you from trying. 

"Let's fuck anyways. I need it, Minho, I need you.”

Minho mirrored your pout back to you as he stroked your cheek gently with the back of his knuckles. "But what if I fuck a baby into you?"

What happened next was completely involuntary. His filthy words, coupled with his gentle tone, and his big dark eyes looking into yours. You moaned aloud, your hips grinding down hard, rubbing your pussy across his bulge once more. 

Minho's pout gave way to a shit-eating grin. "Oh, fuck. You want me to fuck a baby into you. Don't you? You want me to breed you like a little slut?"

"You can't talk like this if you aren't gonna fuck me!" you whined. 

He raised an eyebrow at you. "Who said I'm not gonna fuck you?" 

You stared at him, mouth slightly open. "You are? Are you gonna cum in me too?"

Minho gave a half-shrug. "If you're good."

"I'll be good!" you insisted. "M-Min, I'll be so good for you."

He smiled at your desperation. "Go ahead, then. Show me what a good girl you can be."

You didn't waste a single second. You tugged his t-shirt down impatiently, revealing his collarbones to your eyes. You attached your lips to his smooth, milky skin, licking and sucking all along his collarbone, until you found that spot that always drew the most delicious breathy moans from him.

“Oh, baby.” There it was. You had him. “You want me to fuck you raw that bad?”

You felt him get harder beneath you, his hips rolling to meet your core as you ground down onto him. Whining into his skin, you drooled against him with every movement, hands moving to clutch onto his shoulders. 

“Please,” You gasped, nipping at his collarbone. Minho grunted, nodding, and then he was pushing his joggers down to let his erection spring out. It rested heavy and thick against his t-shirt, a drop of precum staining the fabric with how aroused he was. “Please, please, Minho, I can’t, it hurts, I need you so bad, it’s-”

“God, be quiet,” Minho huffed, yanking your bottoms and underwear down altogether. He threw them to the side, and you yelped when he pushed you down onto the bed, back hitting the mattress. You were so wet you could feel it, folds slick and clit swollen with need. He shifted on his knees, pushing your legs apart and settling between them. 

Minho leaned in and captured your lips in a rough kiss, his hands beginning to roam over your body. You laid there, pliant while he rucked your shirt up and cupped your tits in his hands before moving lower. His lips moved to your neck, and you could feel his hot breath on your skin. His fingers teased your entrance, and you moaned, thighs clenching at the bare minimum of a sensation. 

“Ah. I was gonna prep you, but I don’t think you need it, do you?” He smirked, leaning back on his haunches. He grabbed his cock in a tight ring around the base, running his cockhead through your folds. The movement made you keen, legs thrashing and hips bucking into the feeling. Minho’s eyes were half lidded when he felt just how wet you were, hand moving to pull his shirt up just enough to expose his tummy. You pouted.

“Off,” You pointed at his t-shirt, and he grinned, tilting his head in mock confusion. “Take it off, Minho.”

“Okay, okay. Demanding tonight, aren’t you?” He quipped, and then he was pulling the offending fabric off. His tummy was toned, broad biceps and shoulders fully revealed to you. Before you could even take the sight in and enjoy the view of your boyfriend fully naked, he was positioning himself at your core again, tip just barely breaching your hole. You were so wet he could’ve bottomed out with one, slick movement, but he kept himself at your entrance with a cocky grin. “Do you want it? Do you want it raw like this, do you want to feel every part of me? Tell me.”

“Yes, Minho,” You wailed, trying to buck your hips enough for him to slip inside. He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head, pushing your hips down with one, firm hand. You sobbed out, eyes finally tearing up at the prospect of having your boyfriend like this. Raw, unfiltered, nothing separating the pair of you. “Please, please. Please, sir. I need it, I need it, need you to fill me up and cum inside me, and breed me- oh god, sir, breed me, please, gimme your cum, please-”

Minho groaned at your words, desperate and babbling, and then he was pushing inside. His cock always stretched you out just right, thick enough for you to feel the breach and long enough that he felt like he was in your tummy. He bottomed out with one, easy thrust, his eyes dark and lips parted as he gauged your reaction. You nodded, desperate breaths tumbling out of your lips.

“Don’t need to wait, just- just gimme, please-”

“Dirty,” Minho mumbled, and then he was positioning his forearms either side of your head and thrusting into you at a blistering pace. The sudden movement made you keen, tears finally slipping out of your eyes and pussy clenching around his length. You grabbed his arms for purchase, feeling yourself moving up and down the bed with the forcefulness of his thrusts. “Fuckin’ dirty. My dirty jagi, dirty little kitty wanting me like this. You need me to fill you up, don’t you? Look at you crying. Fucking pathetic, yeah?”

“Need it,” You managed to speak, whining and whimpering with every thrust. It felt so much better like this. You felt like you could feel every ridge, every vein on his cock and the way his pubic hair was rutting into your clit. It was too much, too sensitive, too big, but you couldn’t get enough of it. 

"Please! Minho I need your cum, I need it, so bad, please!" You were delirious at this stage - his cum was all you could think of. Thick and white, flooding your insides.

"No, no, baby," he urged you gently, thrusting his dick deep inside of you once more. "Wait, okay? The longer we go, the more cum I'll have for you." 

"Want you to fill me up, though," you protested.  

"And I will. That's a promise. Be patient." 

Minho cupped your cheek with his hand, and you took his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it lightly. 

"There you go, baby, that's it," he praised you. “Just feel. Feel my cock inside you, can you feel how hard I am? Does it feel better raw?”

You whined around his thumb, nodding. Your words were slurred around the digit when you spoke. “F-feels so much better, Min.”

The muffled words you spoke made Minho groan incoherently, and then he was fucking into you like a rabbit. His hips slapped against your thighs, your pussy making wet slicking sounds that would’ve made you embarrassed - but the way Minho stared down at your hole taking his cock, raw and unfiltered, made you proud of how wet he’d made you.

“I’ll have to fuck you raw everyday then, baby,” Minho grunted, his cockhead kissing your cervix with every rough thrust. “I’ll have to do it every fucking night, make sure my - oh, baby, this pussy - I’ll have to make sure my cum takes, baby, make sure it makes you all swollen with me.”

"Breed me, Minho, that's all I'm good for," you whimpered. 

He gave you a cocky grin. "You know your place, baby, I'm so proud of you."

"Are you close?" you asked desperately. "Are you gonna give me your cum soon?"

"Oh, baby, I could cum any second. I'm just holding off cause I don't want this to end."

"No, please, Min-"

"Shh," he cut you off. "I'm enjoying my jagi’s sweet, tight pussy. Never get to feel it raw." He grunted as he delivered a particularly hard thrust. "So warm in here. So wet and tight. Mmm."

"You like my pussy raw?" you asked.

"I love it," he confirmed. "Now be a good little whore, and let me savour it."

You thought you might die if he didn't give you his cum soon. You'd always loved his cum, you'd be stupid not to. Hot, white, salty. You loved it when he came on your tongue, down your throat, on your cheeks, your tits, your ass, anywhere. But deep inside your pussy? Fuck, you needed it.

"Are you ready for it, baby?" Minho asked, his voice strained. "Are you ready for my cum? Can't hold back much longer." 

His hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes almost looked wild. It was animalistic - he needed to cum in you, just as badly as you needed it.

You nodded impatiently, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm ready - deep inside me, please."

"Of course I'll cum deep, baby. I want this to take, wanna cum right against your cervix."

"Fuck," you whined.

"Legs up," he instructed, guiding your legs onto his shoulders, as high as they could go.

You swore you'd never been fucked this deep before. His dick was filling you completely, reaching places it never had before. It hurt, when the tip of his cock prodded against the ring of your cervix, but it was a pain that you craved. 

"Oh, fuck - fuck, here it comes," Minho groaned. "Look at me, baby, look into my eyes." His voice was frantic, and you obeyed within less than a second. 

He thrusted hard, hammering into your cervix one last time. You felt the pain ripple through your abdomen, and it was the last push you needed. 

"I'm cumming!" you squealed, not breaking eye contact for even a second, not even when your eyes continued to leak tears, vision blurry. Minho's pupils were blown out, barely showing his dark brown irises.

"Take it, baby," he grunted. "Take my cum." 

"Thank you, Min, thank you for filling me up," you babbled. "Thank you so much."

He slowly pulled out, before flashing the dreamiest smile you'd ever seen. "No, thank you." He fell onto the bed beside you, before pulling you in close and wiping your tear-stained cheeks. "Was that good? It didn't hurt too much?"

You shook your head, nuzzling into him. "Hurt a little. Was good though." 

"Good," he said, kissing the top of your head.

The two of you lay in silence as you caught your breath together. All you could hear was the racing of his heartbeat. 

"Min?" you asked.

"Yeah, baby?" 

"You are gonna buy me some Plan B, right?""Obviously," he snorted. "Way to kill the mood, though. Dork."

[yxngbxkkie]

mornings with minho ✨️

the final part of my mornings with mini series! i really hope you guys like this one 🥰💓 enjoy!

~

The feeling of fur startles you, jerking your head back slightly. "Hm?" You grumble to nobody in particular, slowly opening your eyes to see Dori standing right in front of you. "Oh, hi, baby."

He rubs his head against your face, causing you to chuckle. You scratch the top of Dori's head as he lays down beside you, curling into himself.

You close your eyes again, hoping to fall back to sleep quickly. "Dori," the sound of your husband's voice keeps you from sleeping, and you lift your head up.

"He's right here," you mumble while lifting the blanket, revealing the tiger cat.

"Did he wake you?" Minho whispers, climbing onto the king-sized bed.

You nod your head, laughing lightly. "Yeah, but it's okay. He just wanted some cuddles," you mumble, gliding your fingers along the cat's spine.

"He's just like his father," Minho jokes with a smirk, moving some of your hair out of your eyes.

"Are you going to start rubbing your head against my face too?" You ask, giggling. Minho hums before leaning down, rubbing his forehead with yours. More giggles erupt from your lips, and you playfully push him away. "I hate you."

The brunette laughs before placing a kiss on your lips. "No, you don't," he says with a grin. "If you didn't, you wouldn't have married me."

You suck in a breath, agreeing with him before pulling him into another kiss. "You're right," you whisper against his plump lips, grinning slightly. "I'm so in love with you."

"Me too, honey," Minho kisses you a third time, hooking a finger beneath your jaw.

He moves the covers and slides back into bed. He ducks under the blanket, feeling the back of his hands against your side. You can hear him mumble quietly, knowing that he's trying to persuade Dori to move.

It doesn't take long for Dori to leave your side, watching the cat jump off your shared bed. Minho wraps his arms around your waist, pressing himself against you.

"You made him move just so you can cuddle me?" You laugh, moving the blankets to see him.

"I didn't make him move," he mentions, lifting his head to meet your eyes.

"Sure, bunny," you shake your head, bringing your hand to his hair. Minho nuzzles his face into your tummy as you comb your fingers through his hair.

His hands dip under his shirt you're wearing, and a shiver runs down your spine at the ticklish feeling. You glance towards your phone as Minho traces shapes on your lower back, checking the time.

"Do you have to work today?" You ask him in a whisper, noticing it was almost seven am.

He shakes his head, scooting up the bed a bit so he's face to face with you. "No, the big boss man gave us a few days off," he informs you.

"Oh! A few days, you say??" You joke, bringing one of your hands to his face. "What are you going to do with yourself?"

Minho gives you a look before dipping his head into the crook of your neck. "Spend time with you, honey," he sighs, placing light kisses on your skin.

"You're so cute, bunny," you whisper, tilting your head back. Minho trails his lips up your jawline before kissing your lips softly.

"I love you."

You kiss him a couple of more times, bringing both of your hands to his cheeks. "Hey, bunny?" You whisper, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.

Your husband pulls back from you, his dark eyes meeting yours. You can see the love he has for you in them and it makes you less nervous. "Yeah, honey?" He whispers back, leaning into your touch.

"You know how we talked about starting a family?" You ask, stroking his cheeks. Minho nods his head in response, seeing the confusion settling on his face. "Well, I'm pregnant."

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8

[mixtape-racha]

cw: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, mentioned seungmin, fem!reader

getting pounded by minho while the other members are in the next room over, his hand clamped over your mouth so tight your head is spinning and you adore it

all you can hear is the slapping of skin and minho's grunts, accompanied by your muffled whimpers and the way he pressed kisses against your shoulder has your eyes rolling back

he's so deep you swear you can feel him in your pelvis and you've been going at it so long your bodies are practically glued together with the sweat dripping off of both of you

soon enough, the boys will get concerned that it's been quiet for so long and come looking - there's only so much a stupid movie playing in the background can cover up

you clench at the thought of one of the members catching you like this, and you pray that minho won't notice, or care enough to question it

of course, he's smarter than you give him credit for and he chuckled against your skin, the lines of his smirk practically imprinted on you

"thinking about them coming to find us, hmm? seeing you like this, all spread out for mine like you should be?"

god, you hate that he knows you so well

"wouldn't that be a shame? probably traumatise poor felix. jeongin would move out. but what about seungmin, huh?"

your eyes rolled again, and you're just glad he can't see your face right now or you know he'd tease you forever

"now, seungminnie... i bet he'd like it. maybe a little too much, if you know what i mean?"

of course you did, but you weren't going to stop him talking now - not with the way your stomach was twisting and your chest pounding

his hips almost seemed to speed up as he continued talking, and it was then that you knew you had something to use against him

"maybe i'd let him watch. let him jerk his pathetic cock at me fucking you... or maybe we'd switch. maybe i'd let him take my place, and you could put on a show for me."

your thighs shook as you pushed your ass back against him to meet his thrusts, orgasm so close that you could almost taste it

"i reckon you could ruin him. have him whining and whimpering the way you usually do while you ride him. make him a complete bitch, yeah?"

you cried out into his hand, knowing he was close to his release too and wanting to finish together, but holding back was so, so hard

"you wanna make seungminnie a messy slut, yeah? put on a show for me, show me how much of a good girl you really are-- oh fuck, c'mon, baby, cum for me-"

your knees buckled as you came, the feeling overwhelming as minho's load shot inside of you

he took his hand away from your mouth, peppering you with kisses as he pulled out, but the silence couldn't be kept for long

"i'm gonna clean you up, and then we're gonna talk more about this, yeah?"

(a/n: scheduled post!)

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[httpdwaekki]

fake texts w/ minho

ss: 7

warnings: the last one is a wee bit suggestive but barely LMAO

a/n: the first ss is inspired but this post. i'm probably gonna do a series of these with the rest of the boys. but these are really fun to do in between my ideas for written fics so i'll definitely do more hehe but anyway ! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

divder by benkeibear

photos i used

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[lixiesfreckless]

Early | l. m.

➸ synopsis: God, you want him so bad it's almost pathetic.

➸ starring: lee minho x female reader

➸ word count: 2.5k

➸ general content: acquaintance!minho, reader is horrendously down bad, insane amounts of pining, like- this entire fic is just the reader pining for him lmao

➸ warnings: mentions of alcohol, mild swearing

➸ rating: teen+

➸ author’s note: I'd like to thank @ashonheavenscloud for the ending idea. sorry for the readers I'm about to blueball

♫ early- junny, soulbysel(THIS IS LITERALLY THE INSPO FOR THE FIC)

“Yeah, I can take her home.”

Ryujin claps a little too loudly, courtesy of the several drinks she had shotgunned an hour before.

“Thank you bestest older brother in the universe,” she slurs, wrapping her arms around the older man, who was furrowing his eyebrows in mild discomfort. You stand there awkwardly, already feeling like you were inconveniencing him as well.

As bad as you felt about it though, you couldn't help the nervousness creeping through your veins at the thought of being alone with Minho.

It's not as if you've never been alone with him. You have; just in transitional spaces. Waiting for the rest of the friend group to show up. Waiting for different trains at the metro station. Waiting for the closer mutual friend to come back from the restroom. Hell, him dropping you off wasn’t really any different.

You really don't talk to him much at all, which makes it all the more ridiculous that you even have a crush on him.

And yet, you just let it fester, held back by the classic best-friend’s-older-brother unofficial rulebook. But you think even if he wasn't related to Ryujin, you still wouldn't make a move, simply too shy to find out what was under his impenetrable blank stare and trademark doc martens.

After snatching up your purse, you quickly say goodbye to your friends before catching Minho at the door.

“Sorry about all this again–”

“I was already on my way out, don't sweat it.”

Minho holds the door to the club open for you, and you step out into the crisp coolness of night, trying to appear as collected as the man walking beside you.

“My car is just around the corner, I'm just gonna grab some water for you from the store, okay?”

You find yourself nodding, although you're barely paying attention; you are focusing on averting your gaze from his face, careful as to not give yourself any more daydreaming material.

His car has one of those proximity keys, so there's no cheerful chirp letting the block know that he's about to open the passenger side door for you. Which is how it should be, because that is not a monumental occasion.

Except oh my god, Lee Minho just opened the door for you to get into his car, you might as well be married at this point.

You watch as he disappears into the little corner convenience store, and returns in record time, barely giving you any time to rehearse any cool sounding conversation starters. Then again, it's not like there would be a long line at well past three in the morning.

Shit. You're in Lee Minho’s car going to your house at three in the morning.

Your thoughts are cut off by Minho jumping into the driver’s side, swiftly starting the car and dropping two bottles of water into the cupholders.

“You live right in front of the memorial park right?”

You settle on a hum, not trusting your voice to sound calm in the slightest as his hand reaches for the gear shift. Coincidentally, that's the same time you choose to take your bottle of water from the center console.

And this is how you learn that Minho’s hands are softer than they look.

You don't stand a chance against the tidal wave of thoughts that flood your mind immediately after the accidental contact, your mind suddenly reeling with images of his hands cradling your face, sliding behind your neck, around your waist, through your hair–

“Sorry,” you squeak out, immediately seizing the bottle and twisting it open, desperate for something to lower your rising body temperature. He actually chuckles in response, and the sound has you focusing on the cool leather seat against your bare back in an attempt to round up your remaining brain cells.

He pulls the car away from the curb, beginning what will probably be the longest ten minutes of your life.

There are some things you pick up on immediately.

For one, Minho predominantly drives with one hand.

You honestly don't get how he looks so relaxed doing it either, side profile completely at ease as his right hand absentmindedly taps on the gear shift. If you were in the driver's seat, both hands would be at 10 and 2 o’ clock, just like your driving instructor taught you. Which is exactly why you take the metro; you feel like a stressed suburban mom when you drive, but don't have the time to rewire your brain to make your hands sit at 8 and 4 o’ clock like everyone else.

But he looks like he's shooting a Hyundai commercial, hand resting comfortably on the top of the wheel as the soft orange glow of the dash illuminates his perfect nose bridge and perfect eyelashes–

“Are you cold?” 

“No, I’m good,” you reply, trying and failing to keep the questioning tone out of your voice.

“Sorry- thought I saw you shiver just now,” he chuckles, glancing at you and letting his eyes drop to your legs for a split second.

Honestly, you probably did shiver; just not from the cold.

Also, why on earth did you decide to wear this dress of all dresses tonight?

Backless and short with a halter neckline, one could call this a revenge dress if you had an ex. Except it’s starting to feel like revenge on yourself, because as fleeting as Minho’s glances towards you are, they never go unnoticed, and each one makes the hem feel an inch shorter.

Granted, the slope of the seat makes the skirt ride up anyways, so it was inevitable, but you can't pull it down—he would immediately think you lied to him about being cold. Or get the idea that you didn't want him to look at your legs. Which would be ridiculous; he's practically the whole reason you wore this dress in the first place. 

You're stretching your legs out before you can give it a second thought, and you don't miss the way Minho’s jaw sets, or how his finger stops drumming against the gear shift.

Now that made you more than a little curious.

The second thing you notice is Minho’s excellent taste in music.

You assume his phone automatically connected to the car once he turned it on, because no radio station you can list off the top of your head has beats this smooth. You've never considered what kind of music he would listen to, mostly because you were worried about what he would think of your music taste. 

But this? 

These are exactly the kinds of songs you would play if you wanted to set the mood. They sound like what the world looks like after the last hues of purple leave the horizon. Indigo. Whatever that means.

You can't help but wonder if he was trying to set the mood.

Oh god, you're almost to your apartment and you haven't said anything interesting since you left the club.

You steal a glance at his side profile, once again reminded that Minho can rock any hair color he chooses as the street lights reflect blue off of his jet black hair. It gives him a darker aura, one that stops most lingering gazes on him from ever getting closer. Sure, it's not much different from the color he had before, which was dark brown, but the change makes a difference. To you at least. 

You saw its effects in action, watching all night as girls at the club try to approach him to only end up shooting their shot with his companion, who was always eager to down tequila shots with bright eyes and cheeky smiles.

“The new hair looks good.”

“Didn't catch that,” he quickly says, turning down the volume of the music with his steering wheel and slowing to a stop at a red light.

“I like what you did with your hair.”

“Really? I honestly didn’t think anyone would notice.”

“The girls at the club sure did,” you half-laugh, and he turns to look at you in bewilderment.

“You think so?”

“You could have filled a swimming pool with how much they were drooling.”

Minho laughs. He actually laughs at something you said. The sound makes you so dizzy you think someone slipped something into your drink.

The feeling of the car sliding in next to the curb pulls you back down to reality in an instant.

He puts the car into park and you slump into your seat, not at all trying to hide how disappointed you are at your performance tonight.

“Thanks for driving me home,” you whisper, not daring  to look him in the eyes as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Anytime,” he says so casually, and maybe a bolder you would take him up on that offer.

Instead you nod and smile, and reach for the door handle.

“Y/n.”

You hum and look back at him, trying your best to ignore the turmoil in your stomach once your eyes meet.

“I…this might sound a bit odd, but can I use your bathroom?” He smiles crookedly. “My place is still a ways away–”

“Sure,” you say without thinking, and he nods and jumps out of the car. You definitely can't read into that. Maybe he really can't wait until he gets home. Maybe he doesn't want an excuse to be in your apartment past midnight.

Still, your hands tremble as you twist your keys in the doorknob.

You kick your heels off upon entering, and Minho follows suit, ditching his combat boots by the door as he awaits your instruction.

Looking up, you catch him watching you expectantly, and you indulge the attention before realization dawns on you.

“Oh– the bathroom, yes. Last door on the left, sorry,” you hastily choke out, shaking your head in embarrassment. He chuckles out thanks before sliding past you and disappearing around the corner.

Water. You need water.

The coolness of the marble counter feels good against your bare back as you lean against it, trying to get a grip as cold water rushes down your throat. Maybe you should just attempt to make a move on a different night, when you have a little more liquid courage running through your veins and he’s as hazy as he is handsome. Your mind wanders back to that blissful moment in the car, when he threw his head back in a fit of laughter. That felt so natural, so easy. Why couldn’t you make him do that all the time?

Well, maybe you could, but that requires talking to him regularly, which is something you only do in your daydreams.

Minho suddenly steps out of the bathroom and you fight the urge to choke on your water, setting the glass down on the counter as he approaches you.

“I take it you like jasmine?

“The flower?” The random trivia throws you off guard. “Yeah, it’s my favorite flower…how did you–”

“Everything in your bathroom is jasmine scented,” Minho chuckles, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Ah, well…I found it helps to match everything to your perfume so it seems to last longer.”

“So you’re saying my car should smell like jasmine when I go back?”

“Only one way to find out,” you say with a smile, internally crying over how you just created a seamless segue for him to leave.

He turns to go find his combat boots, and you punch the air, frantically looking for an excuse for him to stay. But he’s standing by the door too soon, running a hand through his silky black hair before giving you a wave goodbye.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Get home safe, Minho.”

The door opens, then closes, and you exhale a sigh of relief, or frustration. Most likely equal parts both.

Perhaps baby steps would be the way to go. You haven’t even texted him, and you want him to make a move? Maybe he thinks you aren’t interested because you haven’t exactly been forward.

Sighing, you move towards your kitchen table, and then you freeze. The universe has never given you a second chance so pointedly before. 

Minho left his keys.

You reach for your phone, deciding that calling him would be faster than chasing after him, but stop halfway through your contacts once you hear him knocking on the door.

“It’s open!”

He steps inside to see you twirling the key ring around your index finger, and you hold it out for him to take as you walk up to the door.

“I didn’t take you as the forgetful type,” you giggle.

“Let’s just say I was distracted.” He slides the metal ring off your finger, and you know the dip his eyes make isn't a trick of the light.

He turns to leave, even opening the door, but when he takes a step out and turns to look back at you, something shifts in his eyes. Like a cat that’s seen something move in its periphery.

And in your mind, it all happens so unbearably slowly. 

He would step back in without a word, moving slowly and soundlessly as he’d break eye contact just to watch the door click shut. You’d find yourself backing into the wall next to him, hands pressed flat by your sides as you’d try to make sense of his approaching silhouette under the dim lighting. 

It would feel all too real, his hands sliding around to the small of your back, his chest pressing into yours, his breath fanning across your face. Your breath would catch in your throat, and the first touch of his lips would be cautious, before diving in with unrestrained desire.

You’ve imagined what it would be like to kiss Minho a million times, and with your ever-descriptive reveries, it almost feels real as you ponder the different ways he could pin you against this wall, mouth hard against yours, or light and teasing with feathery brushes of his lips.

God, you want him so bad it’s almost pathetic.

So bad, in fact, that once he lifts the corner of his lips in a smile and turns to leave for the night, it takes everything in you not to throw caution to the wind, and spin him back around. Find out what Lee Minho tastes like for yourself.

But you don’t.

You watch him walk down your hall until he leaves your sight, and even after you’re gone, you spend at least another minute replaying the few moments you had with him tonight.

Next time, you think, chewing your bottom lip as images of kissing Minho resurface against your will. 

I’ll do something about him next time.

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[scorpioracha]

Jisung x reader, exhibitionism, slight reader x Minho, perv! Jisung, open ended ending

Perv! Jisungie has been running through my head rampantly. Like this baby gives me such service top exhibitionist energy that I can’t help but to imagine him wanting to take you anywhere he thinks he can get away with it. Lmk if you likeee I’ve never really written something like this before 🫶🏾

Movie night with the boys starts off innocent enough, a casual sleepy affair with everyone sated from the dinner Minho cooked and sprawled across the various couches in the living room. You weren’t even really sure what was playing and you couldn’t say you were interested. You were hoping for the fault in our stars but they all wiped the floor with you in the first round of rock paper scissors leaving you pouting and uninterested. It wasn’t anything new, you never won anyways but you were hopping someone like Chan did, instead of being forced to watch one of Hyunjin’s many many historical art piece documentaries. No one was really watching but at least Chan and Felix tried to feign interest, letting out little hums and questioning hmm’s when it felt appropriate. Minho had left halfway through to do dishes, Jeongin was scrolling through Pinterest and Changbin was fast asleep in the comfort of his room, the only one brave enough to reject the movie completely. Seungmin had been sent to the convenience store an hour ago which was suspicious because the closest one was a five minute walk.

That just left you with the yapper,the mediators,the iPad kid and your lovely boyfriend who went through the trouble of getting you all nice and cozy with blankets because these heathens didn’t believe in heat before January. If they weren’t idols they’d make excellent landlords, you rolled your eyes. Despite the annoyances—if hyunjin ever pulled this shit again you were going to turn his jiniret into a smoothie—it was a nice time. You’d never admit it to their faces but you missed them. With all the schedules and comebacks it was hard to remember a time where they didn’t look half dead or were asleep. It was even nicer getting to see Jisung. The two of you had spent the better half of the movie side eyeing each other and giggling about Chan’s lackluster responses, the single father jokes almost blew your cover from how hard you were trying not to laugh. The monotonous drone of the narrative and Hyunjin’s consistent chatter lulled you into a hazy state of dozing off. The world growing pleasantly fuzzy as you laid your head on Jisung’s shoulder. It was perfect really, the lights were off, shades were drawn and he was rubbing your head in a way that had you nudging into his touch, scooting closer until you ended up in his lap. He grabbed the blanket and fluffed it a bit so you were both wrapped up tight and your head was resting in the crook of his neck.

The touches started off innocent enough. The hand that was rubbing your head ran down your back, massaging your hips and trailing down your thighs. This didn’t sound off any alarms, Jisung had always been pretty tactile and you were still dozing a bit. That was until his hand snaked around your waist, leaving feather light touches on your tummy, gentle adjusting you so you were more so straddling than cuddling him. You hummed inquisitively but he just shushed you and went back to rubbing your back. It felt nice, having his hands on you, they were warm and you were weak so you all but melted into his arms. You weren’t sure when gentle caresses turned into poorly disguised groping but you couldn’t help but gasp when his hands trailed back towards your stomach settling on your pelvis just below the hem of your sweats.

“W-what are you doing, sungie?”you whisper in his ear. You could feel him smile before you see it, all teeth and all trouble.

“ ‘m bored” is his only response as he rubs soft circles with his thumb across your hip bones, his grip only tightening when you begin to squirm.

“Wanna be good for me?”he purrs into your ear. the feeling of his breath fanning your neck alone has you trying to hide a shudder but you find your nodding anyways.

“Say it”he goads, digging his thumbs deeper into your hips making you suppress a whine.

“Say you want me to touch you”he starts.

“I-I want you to touch me”you say in a low tone, eyes darting around the room trying to make sure now wasn’t the time people decided to become social.

“In front front of all the members”he finishes. You flush and shake your head a bit.

“I-I Jisung—“

“Say it” he says. the glint in his eyes had gotten much darker, or maybe the hue of the tv had shifted. you felt the swirl of arousal begin to stir in the pit of your stomach. you’ve played the staring game with Jisung before time and time again. and if the earlier rock paper scissors was any indication.

You weren’t too good at winning.

“want..want you to touch me..’front of all y’er members”you mumble quickly, feeling your face grow hot and your stomach sink just a little bit. His grin widens and he rewards you by fulling dipping his hand under the waist band of your sweats, letting his fingertips rest on your clothed cunt.

“Really”he whispers, going for coy but he just looked hungry. “Didn’t know my girl was so needy”

There wasn’t much more time wasted talking as there was energy going into making sure you didn’t get caught. You isolated between pretending to sleep with your head on his chest to cover your face and inevitably needing to come up for air by pretending to stir restlessly.

and Jisung wasn’t playing fair.

Your panties were all but forced to the side as he rubbed deep gentle circles on your clit. and it just made you all the more aware of sound. Hyunjin talking, Chan and Felix now deep into their own conversation, games coming from Jeongin’s phone and Minho occasionally dropping cutlery in the kitchen and cursing. You could also hear your own heartbeat and the squelching of your cunt as Jisung bullied two fingers inside you, resulting in a strangled grunt and biting his shoulder. your stomach dropped and your blood ran cold but Jisung didn’t stop. Instead he curled his fingers just right in the way that had you wanting to crumple right there. his other thumb found his way to your clit and you were panting in his ear desperately trying to find the words slow down. Your head was thrown over his shoulder and all you saw was the hardwood floor, the dining room table and the glint of the kitchen light seeping in. your thighs were burning and you couldn’t tell whether you were chasing the pleasure or running away from it. and Jisung has the nerve to look unphased. his eyes were focused on the documentary and he was even engaging in Hyunjin’s pointless debates on modernism and whatever the fuck Picasso did and you have tears in your eyes from trying so hard not to make a sound. Jisung is hard, you can feel it, you know he’s getting off to it and the minute he hears a sniffle and feels your tear on his cheek, it’s over. You’re shifted a little bit to the left, he spreads your legs a bit wider and he’s thrusting his fingers into you with abandon. His face is still perfectly neutral while you’re falling apart just out of everyone’s line of sight.

Well, almost everyone.

You hear the hardwood floor creak just barely as Minho pads back in. In a state of panic your eyes shoot up and meet his, teary and damn near crossing. He goes to speak, he tilts his head, and he stops in his tracks. you’ve never made such intense eye contact with Minho before, it’s like you can see every thought run across his eyes in real time and fuck you’re still crying. they darken significantly before they settle on a sick understanding that has you feeling nauseous and hot and clenching tight around Jisung’s fingers. Minho’s eyes never leave yours and you almost feel like this was planned in a way. You wanna ask, but before you can Jisung is pinching your clit and you’re cumming around his fingers with an aborted cry. mid way through your high you realize the hand around your mouth is smaller than usual and the one petting your hair has sharp nails that Jisung doesn’t.

It’s Minho announcing that he’s back that finally gets everyone’s attention. The boys seem to all snap out of their own worlds in tandem and welcome him back with varying degrees of enthusiasm. You’re just happy to have the attention fully off you for a bit because you’re still shaking and your eyes are red and-

“Hey y/n, you alright?”Felix asks with a worried pout. you don’t even have time to think about an acceptable answer before Minho is rubbing your head again, those same sharp nails tracing your scalp and saying.

“She’s alright, just got a little banged up from helping me in the kitchen”

[weareapackofstrays]

A New Kind of Love: Summer Before Fall Bonus Chapter

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers/friends with benefits to lovers, angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,962

A/N: This includes a flashback of Minho seeing Y/n for the first time. This is not a particularly exciting chapter, but something I had been wanting to get out before publishing the final chapter. Sorry if this is boring!

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August 2023

Minho and his roommates were a mix of freshman to juniors and some of them had lived in the house since last school year. The guy that used to live in the basement apartment had graduated so the landlord naturally put the room up for rent last Spring. A few people had checked out the place, but nothing really panned out. While everyone was away for the summer, you met up with the landlord to tour the apartment. Feeling desperate for a change and in need of a new place asap, you immediately agreed to let the space. The boys had gotten word that someone would be moving in and were naturally curious who had taken over the vacant apartment. They assumed it would be another guy. The boys had not been expecting you. 

Minho wraps a fitted sheet around his mattress as he tries to finish making his bed. He was the last to return to campus and decided to do a deep clean before the new semester started. He shakes out his comforter, flicking it into the air. As the comforter slowly settles onto the bed, his attention is drawn away by noise outside. He walks over to his window and sees a small moving truck parking to the side of the house. An older man steps out, walking around to the back of the truck to slide open the trunk door. Another car pulls up behind him shortly after. You and an older woman exit the car to meet who Minho presumes is your Father. He can’t really get a good look at his new neighbor as the summer sun is blocking his view. 

Feeling a little too nosy, he decides to grab some of the mugs he’d let collect in a corner downstairs to wash. The kitchen sink window faces the side of the house that the basement apartment entrance is on. While Minho waits for the water to warm up, he notices the parents look to be bickering about something. You just stand there, arms crossed, watching the pair. Finally interceding, your parents seem to come to a truce and get back to unpacking the vehicles. Minho watches as you run back to the apartment, rushing down the stairs and into the basement. Your parents follow in tow and disappear inside. You return a few moments later.

"Hey, Dad. I’m gonna grab my suitcase from the trunk. I’ll be right back,” you shout. 

Minho finally gets a proper look at you. You’re wearing jean shorts and a sports tank top. Nothing particularly special, but Minho thinks you could wear a paper bag and it would still look amazing. Now he is suddenly imagining you wearing nothing at all. He accidentally drops the soapy mug he was poorly washing into the sink and curses. When he looks back up you’re grabbing something from the trunk of the car. You look like you’re struggling. Minho considers going outside to help you, but his legs seem to have locked in place. His heart is drumming loudly in his ears. Luckily, your Dad comes out just in time before you’re crushed by the jigsaw of boxes you compacted into the trunk. 

“Careful, Mija,” your Dad says as he takes down a few boxes to help you dislodge your bag.

“Thanks.” You nod and pull out the suitcase you had been struggling to get out. 

Minho looks over your form as you roll the suitcase back towards the apartment, his jaw going slack. He is so distracted by you that he misses Chris walk in. Chris stops as he notices something outside has captured Minho’s attention. He’s unsure if it’s something pleasing or horrific, but whatever it is, his friend is completely lost to it. Chris finally comes up to Minho’s side and places a gentle hand on his shoulder, startling him from his thoughts.

“아 깜짝이야!” Minho turns around quickly, clutching his chest. 

Chris puts up both his hands. “Whoa, there. You good, mate?” 

“Yeah…sorry.” Minho takes a moment to recover his composure. “What’s up?” 

“I just wanted to see if you would be down for pizza tonight.”

“Sure.” Minho leans against the kitchen counter throwing the sponge into the sink. Chris is about to say something when Jeongin interrupts him.

“Hyung, we’re getting pizza?!” the young boy asks eagerly.

Chris turns his attention to Jeongin. “Yeah, what kind do you want?” 

“Cheese, pineapple, and black olives please.” The hyungs look at each other then back at their youngest with intense concern. “What?” Jeongin just blinks, not understanding their expression of disapproval. 

“Pineapple? On pizza? 진짜로?” Chris can’t fathom the combination. 

“미쳤어,” Minho says as he walks past the confused maknae. 

“What?! It’s delicious!” Jeongin follows after Minho, attempting to explain why his combination of flavors is superior to any other kind of topping combination.  

Chris steps in front of the kitchen sink and looks out the window to see what had held Minho’s attention earlier. Right on cue, you walk into view. He looks back at Minho in the living room, arching his eyebrow. Minho is currently teasing Jeongin, telling the rest of the roommates about his preferred choice in toppings. The room erupts into equal parts laughter and disgust. Chris hears you shout something outside which pulls his gaze back to you. Minho was not one to have his attention diverted easily by women. In fact, Chris was pretty certain he’d never even seen his friend genuinely like someone romantically. He shakes his head and sighs as he anticipates the trouble you would inevitably cause his devil bunny. 

When Minho notices that Chris has left the kitchen, he heads back in to resume cleaning dishes…and hopefully to steal another glance at you. At the same time you happen to look up at the kitchen window and Minho quickly ducks. He waits a few moments before taking a peek once again. You were now facing the street. Sweat was starting to drip down your chest so you gathered your hair into your palm and started fanning yourself. Minho licks his lips subconsciously as he looks over every detail of your features. The sun now hits you just right and Minho thinks he’s either hallucinating or looking at an actual angel. A knot forms within his stomach and he tries to gulp, but his throat has become dry. Minho chastises his behavior. He’s a grown ass man, not a teenager who can’t control his hormones. He doesn’t need any distractions right now so he tells himself it would be best to avoid you for as long as possible. 

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Later that evening Minho notices the moving truck is gone so he steps outside for a smoke. He’s about to pull out a cigarette when a man approaches him. 

“Hi!” the older man greets him cheerily. Minho quickly puts his pack away and turns to face him. 

“Oh, hi.” Minho says quietly as he dips his head for a quick bow. The man is tall, a bit intimidating looks-wise, but seems friendly enough. 

“I’m Gregory.” Your Dad sticks his hand out to Minho.

“Minho.” The boy smiles as he takes hold of your Dad’s hand.

“Minho, eh? You must be one of my daughter’s neighbors?”

“Yes, sir.” Minho starts to feel his palms sweat for some reason. 

Your Dad puts his hands on his hips looking around the home’s property to soak it in, while nodding to himself. Minho stands awkwardly in silence, shifting on his feet. Gregory finally speaks. “She’s a good girl.” He looks back to Minho whose eyes are probably bugging. “My daughter. She’s a good student too. Shouldn’t give you any problems.” Minho continues to smile, unsure of what to say back. He wasn’t really a parents kind of guy.

“Well, I’ll get out of your hair then. It was nice to meet you, son.” He pats Minho on the back a little too hard, sending Minho slightly forward. “Take care of our girl!” 

“Uh, yes, sir. Will do.” Minho gives a salute and cringes at his gesture. Gregory laughs as he leaves Minho and heads over to the car. Minho decides to walk back inside the house completely forgetting why he even went out in the first place. He just desperately needed to end this interaction. You get a small glimpse of the boy your Dad was speaking with before he disappears into the house, but not enough to fully see his face. You run after your Dad to help him continue unloading the vehicle.

“Who was that?” you ask as you grab a box.

“Just one of your upstair neighbors. He seemed nice.” 

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I told him that if anything happens to you I’ll send your mother’s family after him and his roommates.” You nearly drop the box in your hand as you stare at your father, mouth agape. 

“Please tell me you’re joking.” Your Dad ignores you, intentionally teasing you and you groan in response. The sun is finally starting to set, washing everything in a pink and orangey glow. You stop walking to look up at the house placing the box on your hip. There are some shadows moving behind the reflective windows and nerves suddenly spread through you as you think about having to meet everyone at some point. You wonder what type of people you’ll be sharing this old house with.

May 2024

Minho leaves his last class of the day and stops by a vending machine to grab a drink. Jisung is supposed to meet up with him momentarily to walk home together. As he takes a sip he spots you across the way coming out of the English building. It looks like you’re talking to some classmates. He watches the way your eyes crinkle as you laugh at whatever joke the guy to your left just made. Minho scoffs and rolls his eyes assuming the guy is trying to impress you. He angrily takes another swig of his sugary drink. You say goodbye to your friends and unintentionally head in Minho’s direction. Your entire demeanor shifts and your smile is quickly replaced with a frown. Minho doesn’t make an effort to hide and instead locks eyes with you. 

The two of you continue staring at each other, both parties waiting for someone to make a move. Minho can’t bring himself to budge because he knows exactly what he’ll do if he does. He can tell you’re internally debating the same so he decides to make the choice for you. Minho shakes his head signaling to not come any further. Your shoulders slump and you can feel the prick of tears behind your eyes. Jisung interrupts the uncomfortable moment when he throws an arm around Minho and greets him. He follows his hyung’s gaze and sees you. Jisung waves at you enthusiastically and smiles. His smile always had a way of warming your heart, but in this instance it just made you even more sad. You return the wave, but barely smile back. Minho turns away in the direction of home, leaving Jisung to look back and forth between the two of you before finally sighing. He shrugs and shakes his head giving you one last wave before following the older boy. Minho forces himself to keep his eyes forward and not look back to see how hurt you might look. 

Minho wasn’t someone to chase women, they usually came to him. It was just a fact. He didn’t really do relationships. Not because of commitment issues or bad past breakups. It was mostly because outside of schoolwork he was always busy dancing at the studio in his free time so he resigned himself to flings. They filled his needs, at least until they suddenly didn’t. Until he met you.

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[temptaetions]

not in that way 🌼 l.mh

a/n: i do not own the photo above, it is from stray kids' rock-star concept photos. that being said, this drabble is based on sam smith’s “not in that way.” absolute banger and i will never get over it. thank you.

synopsis: he says he’s sorry, believe him, he loves you...but not in that way.

genre: friends with benefits au | unrequited love | gn!reader | angst pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k | lowercase intended.

rating: general audience. minors do not interact.

warnings: unrequited love? one-sided love? rejection. a lot of crying.

what to listen to: not in that way - sam smith | don’t watch me cry - jorja smith | love in the dark - adele

in the beginning, it was smooth.

he was smooth. from best friend…to whatever this was.

his voice sent chills down your spine and goosebumps prickled your skin, your tongue tied as his own softly grazed the shell of your ear. your shivers would send him into hyperdrive, loving your gentle whimpers as he worked his way down your shoulders. he would nip at your collarbones, leaving small signs of his adoration for you all over.

he would leave your body in a state of disarray, your mind swirling with his sweet nothings and the aftermath of his lips on your own. your eyes would shimmer with tears as he would wave his goodbyes from his car down the stairs, and your heart yearned to follow him to the end of the world.

he played with you like he loved you, and it was too much.

eventually, you would know the truth.

the way he said your name was no coincidence, and the way he spoke to you was nothing short of love. he loved talking to you. when you weren’t around, he’d constantly message you things he thought you’d like, updates about his day, or simply that he missed you.

minho was the warm caress of the summer breeze, the soft sprinkle of rain in a drought. he was the freezing of the ice on your fingertips, the crunch of leaves under your boots. minho was something you’d seen every season of, and yet, never got bored.

he’d never hurt you, not on purpose. everything he did was simply because he cared about you, and loved having you around. you were his best friend, his pal, his road trip buddy. you’d watch movies, sing songs aloud in the car together, and share water regardless of sickness or health. admittedly, gross, but it was love.

he knew what you searched for. he knew you’d always taken care of someone else, always molded yourself for someone else. always gave every last ounce you had until whoever received it decided they no longer wanted to entertain someone who needed reciprocation.

yet, he never set any expectations. he came over whenever you asked him to, without a fight. he’d kiss your forehead with the utmost tenderness, and hold you in his arms until you felt like letting go. he cooked your dinner, he washed your hair, and held you close under the showerhead’s running water. he would rub lotion on your feet as you ate melting ice cream, slipping your socks on for you after taking the bowl back to the kitchen. he took care of you, and you felt like he was the black cat to your golden retriever.

his voice would be hushed as you played piano for him, mumbling his sweet praises for you from the bed. he’d watch the way your fingers played the keys like the strings of his heart, the way you would curl those same fingers through his hair when you’d kiss him delicately, your lipstick staining his skin in hues of reds and purples.

he liked watching you just do things, he often sat in your living room (after offering to help) just observing you as you tidied up. he was your practice audience for presentations, he’d give you feedback and ask all the important questions. it was hard for him to admit his own feelings, but he knew you’d have no problem doing so.

“i love you. so much.” your eyes were filled with tears as you watched him pack. he was leaving for a trip, the first one in ages (and the first he wasn’t taking you on.) he’d been the first person to care for you in such detail, the first to really know you without boundaries and the first to continue being excited about your presence in his life.

“yes, y/n. i love you, too.” he absentmindedly folded his favorite shirt (you got it for him) and tossed it into his duffel. you slide off the bed, grabbing his arm to get his attention. “y/n, i really need to pack, love.”

smiling slightly, you pull him into an embrace, your arms meeting the warmth of his neck, only slightly touching the cool metal of his necklace. he rubs your back in routine, slowly moving the both of you towards his bed, pushing his duffel out of the way to lay down, and pulling you on top of him. “you feel so safe.” he’d once said, and ever since, he’d do this in times of stress.

“what’s on your mind, babe?” his fingers slid through the sleeves of your shirt, his fingers tracing shapes in your shoulders, and you nestled into his touch. “i love you, minho.”

“you’re very affectionate today. is this because i’m going on my trip?” he’s still rubbing circles into your skin, and you chuckle lightly. “no. i just want you to know that i love you.”

he stops, like a lightbulb lit up in his mind.

“right, and i love you. is there something you’re hiding from me?” his tone changes, and you lift your head up to look into his eyes. they give you the butterflies something awful, and minho can suddenly feel your heartbeat a little faster. he blinks once, twice, three times before taking his hands out of your shirt, but you’re too lost in the sight of him to notice.

“you don’t know how lovely you are, really.” your voice is saccharine, and he feels mildly nauseous as he quickly tries to sit up, helping you slip off him. your eyes change, and he can feel the frog in his throat. “what? y/n, are you okay?”

“what do you mean? of course i’m okay, i’m just expressing my love for you.” your face says you don’t understand what you could have possibly done wrong, but minho feels his stomach sink as the words leave his mouth. “love? in what way?”

your eyebrows raise quickly before falling straight just as fast, your lips pursing before you speak once more. “as in, love? i’m in love with you, i love you, minho. you don’t have to say it back right away, it’s fine. i know these things take time.”

minho nearly throws up as you say that, but he doesn’t know why. he feels like he’s been hit by a truck, all of your words start falling onto him like anvils from the sky. you feel your throat tighten at his reaction, and move away from him. quietly, you grab your jacket, slipping it over your arms as he dry heaves.

“y/n, please, wait. i do, i love you!” he’s chasing after you, your vision blurry as you search for your car in the parking lot of his building. your shoes are unlaced, and you nearly trip as you reach your car. “it’s okay, minho. it’s fine.”

“please, it’s not your fault. believe me, i love you, but not in that way. please, i’m sorry, i don’t want you to feel differently–”

“minho, i think i just need some space from you.” your words bite at him, and he feels his face fall as you slam your car door shut. you crank the engine, pressing your foot to the gas and missing his hip by a hair as you speed off.

he will never know that feeling.

message from: lee minho (monday) [09:33] are you still upset? can i please come over when i get back? [10:47] i saw a bunny at a thrift here at reminded me of you, and i got it [15:10] i understand. i will text you tomorrow.

message from: lee minho (tuesday) [08:11] good morning, i hope you slept well. i had a bagel with smoked salmon and capers for breakfast. what did you have? [11:38] my mom asked about you. said she misses you and hopes you can come with me next time. would you want to? [17:59] any plans for tonight, y/n?

message from: lee minho (wednesday) [10:42] good morning.

[10:43] y/n y/l/n: stop messaging me. (read: 10:43)

message from: lee minho (saturday) [08:22] i’m coming home today. will you let me see you?

message from: lee minho (tuesday) [00:42] i can’t sleep without you.

you felt many things.

you didn’t feel angry. you felt confused, but not angry. you asked for space just to figure things out, to figure out if you really wanted him the way you’d expressed.

sometimes, our feelings get the best of us. it’s okay not to know what you want, as long as you can communicate that well. in this case, no one really gave an expectation as to what was acceptable and what wasn’t. you just kissed each other, held each other, bared your all to each other and figured that’d be the end of it.

you’d been packing up your apartment the past few days. you were set to move a few weeks ago, but minho never came over to help you pack like he’d promised. your dad was outside, loading boxes into the bed of his truck when minho pulled into the parking space next to him. he greeted your father, making small talk with him until he saw you barreling down the stairs with two boxes in hand. “hey, dad, these are my plates. please be careful, they’re nana’s antiques.”

“y/n.” his voice is breathless, and your ears perk at the sound of it. you’re silent as your father takes the boxes from you, packing them into the bed gently. “y/n, please let me talk to you.”

“there is nothing to talk about, minho.” you smile at your dad, who knows to not butt in. minho follows you like a lost puppy up the stairs, and into your empty apartment, aside from a few boxes. “please, just let me explain.”

“you don’t love me. it’s not a big deal. i just wish we had set some sort of expectation for whatever it was we were doing, because clearly i felt something you didn’t.” minho is quiet as you speak, and he knows you’re not facing him because if you do, you just might burst into tears. his suspicions were confirmed when you turned, holding another box with tears in your eyes. he takes it from you, trying to get your hands in his own before you just shove them in your pocket.

“i do love you, babe. i really do.” he doesn’t realize he’s crying until he sniffles, and you just shake your head. “this is not the love that you want, minho. i can understand that, you’re just not ready.”

your voice is as gentle as it was the day you first met, and the day you told him he was cute, and the same way it was when you told him you were scared before he kissed you for the first time. “i can learn, i can.”

your smile is as soft as it was when you took his birthday picture last year, and the day you held his hand for the first time, and the day someone asked you if he was your boyfriend. “you’re not ready. maybe if you can answer this, i will listen to what you have to say.”

minho nods frantically as you run the tape across the top of another box, and you sigh.

“if love was not what you were looking for, why did you start this? what was the purpose of the burning skin, of the way you held me at night? why did you grasp onto me for dear life like it was nothing without me?”

his tears are streaming as you run out of tape, and you look up to him.

“i do…i do love you.” his voice is trembling, and you can feel a single tear drip down your face as you pull him in closely. your embrace is snug, like it was when he graduated college, and when he took care of you when you were sick, and when you told him you loved him. he can’t let you go, even as you attempt to pull away. “please, please don’t leave. i’m so dependent on you, i can’t let you go. i’m such a fool, please. i love you, i do.”

you feel your stomach churn as you pull away, wiping another stray tear from your cheek.

“i have to go. please, don’t contact me for a while. i have a lot to figure out.” you take both of the boxes in your hands, beelining for the door before stopping. you timidly place a chaste kiss on his lips, your lipstick staining his lips for the last time. a cherry red, his favorite on you.

“i do, i love you. please.” his voice is full of desperation, but you can’t bear to look at him a second longer. it was a huge deal. it was upsetting.

you will move on. you will be okay, promise.

you stand in the doorway, lower lip trembling as you try not to cry into your words.

“i’m sorry, believe me. i love you, but not in that way.”

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[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: period sex

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

period sex: sexual activity that happens while at least one partner is menstruating or on their period.

It was the worst form of torture. Every month, your period would leave you feeling the horniest you’d ever felt, and it was even worse when you had a sex god boyfriend who would walk around looking so tasty. In all honesty, he could walk around wearing anything and it’d still have you wanting to shove your hand down your panties and get yourself off. But you couldn’t. Not while he was there, being so lovely and caring for you through the most horrible cramps you’d ever felt in your life.

“How are you feeling now, baby?” Minho murmured. You’d been laying practically on top of him, a cat shaped hot water bottle trapped between your stomachs as you half-watched the movie that was on. You’d been too horny to even pay attention to it, and you weren’t even sure what the fucking thing was called. Minho had been watching, though. He was a stranger to your internal suffering. 

“I’m comfy, thanks, Min,” You replied, kissing his cheek. You didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears still burned red, even after so long. He was so cute, but you wanted his dick. Time to change the subject. “I hate cramps. They’re awful, y’know? They say dark chocolate helps.”

“Want me to get you some? I can drive to the shop,” Minho asked, his hand rubbing circles on the small of your back. You hummed, shaking your head.

“I don’t even like dark chocolate, it was just something stupid I saw years ago,” You said, and Minho chuckled, shaking his head fondly. Then, he turned to you, his eyes soft as he looked you up and down. He always looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen - even when you were suffering an intense period-caused acne breakout and wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of fluffy pyjama bottoms. 

“I heard something similar,” He began, biting his lip. “I heard orgasms help. Have you tried getting yourself off, baby?”

Oh, he was too sweet. Always looking for solutions to make you feel better. “Well… Min, I can’t exactly get myself off while you’re here. That’d be weird.”

“I’d love every second of it,” He was serious, but you still giggled, poking his cheek playfully. “Baby, in all seriousness, if you want me to fuck you, I will. A bit of blood will not bother me.”

You blinked, leaning up. “You’d really do that?”

Minho chuckled, kissing you chastely. “It’s blood, baby. It’s really not a big deal. I’ll lay a towel down.”

You stared at him for a moment, and he stared back, raising an eyebrow in questioning. Then, you yanked the fluffy cat hot water bottle out from between you and kissed him. He just deserved a kiss for that, but he still let out a little ‘mmph’ in shock at your boldness. “Minho,” You mumbled against his lips, and he hummed in response. “I’m so fucking horny, you don’t even understand. Every fucking period, you walk around looking so hot, and I could’ve just asked this whole time?”

“Baby, I look like this all month,” He chuckled, kissing you again. “Honestly though, yeah. You could’ve just asked, dummy.”

“Oh my God,” You sighed, curling into him more to kiss his neck. He let you mouth your way down his soft skin, and you sucked a mark into his collarbone where you knew it wouldn’t be seen. He scoffed out a laugh, his hand moving to rub over your ass instead. “Oh my God, Minho, get a fucking towel.”

He was still laughing when he stood up, shaking his head as he grabbed an old towel from his wardrobe. You belatedly realised that oh, he’d see the blood, and you were starting to feel a little less confident. When you hadn’t moved from the bed to let him lay the towel down, he tilted his head at you in confusion. 

“You can’t look, okay?” You gushed, jumping up from the mattress. Minho bit his lip, hiding a laugh. You pouted, stomping your feet in a mild tantrum. “I’m going to pull my pants down, and you have to close your eyes, because there will be blood on my pad. Okay?”

“Baby,” Minho shut his eyes, shaking his head. When he opened them again, you could see the amusement in them, and it made you pout even harder. “I’d be shocked if there wasn’t blood on your pad, y’know? Given that you’re on your period.”

“Well, yeah, but still-”

“Come here,” He commanded. You couldn’t deny that tone of voice, even if you were mid-tantrum and shy. You walked over to him, and he tossed the towel onto the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist. You let him kiss down your neck like he’d done to you, biting at the skin and humming when you let out a choked noise. “I think you’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”

“You’re sexy,” You protested, and he shook his head against your skin. He pulled away from your neck, using two fingers to get you to look into his eyes. You were practically melting. 

“I’m gonna get you naked the way I always do,” He said, and his tone was firm. You wanted to protest, to make a big deal, but he shook his head before you could even speak. “I’m going to get you naked the way I always do. I’m gonna take my time worshipping those tits, and then I’m going to fuck you and get you to cream nice and wet on my cock. I do not care about blood. Okay?”

You blinked. You couldn’t even argue with that, really. “Okay.”

“God, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” He murmured, his eyes dark and staring directly into yours. “Letting me fuck you like this. What a good fucking girl, huh?”

“I need you so bad,” You whimpered, and Minho chuckled. You gasped when he wrapped his hand around your throat, a light pressure but there nonetheless, and then he was kissing you. It was different to his soft, loving kisses on the bed, his tongue demanding dominance inside your mouth and making you whine. You couldn’t protest when he ran his hands up your back underneath your shirt, and you definitely couldn’t protest when his hands gripped your ass firmly. He was such a fucking wet dream.

You watched in awe as he yanked his shirt off from behind his neck, revealing planes of milky skin and toned biceps. You didn’t even hide your gaze, your eyes running over him in delight as you felt the arousal pool in your stomach. He pushed you back against the bed, somehow landing you directly on top of the towel as he made quick work of your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra for comfort purposes, and he made a sound akin to a growl as he saw your tits, nipples pebbled against the cold chill of the room. 

“Baby, these tits,” He moaned, grabbing them both with his hands. “They’re fuller, huh?”

“It’s the period,” You gasped, letting him tweak your nipples with his fingers almost painfully. He knew how you liked it. “You like them?”

“I like them every fucking day,” He responded quickly, wrapping his lips around one of the buds and sucking. You let out a choked noise, feeling the sensitivity of them from your current state. Minho perked up, grinning. “Are they sensitive?”

“I think every part of me is fucking sensitive, God, please fuck me,” You gushed, spreading your legs and letting him get between them. Minho chuckled, letting his tongue run over your nipple again. 

His fingers went to the waistband of your fluffy rabbit pyjama bottoms, playing with the fabric. He raised an eyebrow at you, and his facial expression was soft, fond. “Can I take these off, baby?”

You bit your lip. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure I want to fuck you all the time, so yes,” He said, grinning. You held your breath as he pulled your pants down, taking your underwear with them and tossing them to the floor. He hadn’t looked, and you knew he did it to make you feel comfortable. You loved him so much it made your heart swell. His eyes dragged down your body, his hand stroking softly over your tummy and eyes landing on your pussy. Oh, God. “Fucking beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

“Can you get naked now?” You shifted impatiently. Minho smiled, nodding, and then he was pulling his own bottoms down. You were more than delighted to see he’d foregone underwear, cock springing out and looking solid. You leaned forward instantly, letting your lips brush his as you wrapped your hand round the base of his cock, the trimmed hairs tickling your skin. “This fucking cock. It’s so amazing.”

“He likes you too,” Minho mumbled against your lips, kissing them chastely. “You gonna jerk me off a bit, baby?”

You sighed. “I wanna suck it, to be honest.”

Minho shook his head, letting his hand fall to yours and moving it on his shaft. “I will cum instantly if you suck me off right now,” He admitted, leaning down to run his tongue over your nipple again. You jolted, moaning and starting to pump his cock steadily. You tightened your hand a little bit more at the tip, just the way he likes it, and his cock leaked just a bit of precum in approval. “Something about this, baby. The way you trust me so much. I think I could die.”

You giggled, moving your hands to pull him in at his waist. “I think I’ll die if you don’t fuck me. I need to cum on your cock so bad.”

“Yeah?” Minho asked, but the look on his face told you he was very aware. He positioned his cock at your pussy, letting the tip run through your folds teasingly. “I think I’ll fuck you then.”

“God, do you want me to beg?” You huffed, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’m not above begging.”

“I know, I have you begging for it every night,” He mused, and then he was pushing inside. The stretch startled you, and you moaned loudly, making Minho chuckle. He bottomed out easily, the slide wet and your pussy more than pliant for him. You were sure your pussy was moulded to the shape of his cock at that point. “How do you want it? Tell me, baby.”

“I- oh, deep, hard?” You said, voice lilted as if it was a question. “Give it to me the way I like it, you know.”

“Yeah?” Minho asked, starting to thrust into you steadily. You moaned, clenching tight on his cock. You were so sensitive, unabashed moans and whines falling from parted lips and echoing around Minho’s room. “You want me to call you my slut, so desperate for my cock? You want me to fuck you senseless?”

“Oh, oh-” You keened, and Minho laughed, kissing your neck. His cock was solid, hard inside of you, and the way he was thrusting into you was such a smooth, slick slide that it had you wanting to cum instantly. 

“Yeah, you are my slut, aren’t you?” He murmured against your skin, and when he pulled away to look at you, you were left breathless. His hair was dark, flopping over his forehead but not obscuring his beautiful features, his pouty lips parted and exposing his cute bunny teeth. They pressed at his bottom lip as he fucked into you, and when you looked into his dark, feline eyes, all you could see was love. You couldn’t help but moan, nodding. You let your fingers grip onto his biceps for stability. “I know, I know, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You gasped as he pushed his thumb into your mouth, and you were quick to suck on it dutifully, running your tongue over his digit. He pressed it in deep, swirling it around your tongue and staring at you with half-lidded eyes. You startled when he reached down, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Min, the blood-”

“Ssh,” He urged you, shaking his head. He pushed one leg back with his other hand, letting it fall over his shoulder and fucking you deeper with his thumb massaging circles into your sensitive bud. “I know how to make this pussy cum, don’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah, you do,” You agreed, nodding. His chest pushed your thigh into your tits, leaning over you to kiss you once, filthily and deep. His thumb didn’t let up and neither did his thrusts, his cock bullying into your hole over and over and making you whine. “Jesus, Minho, your cock is fucking amazing.”

“It’s all yours, baby,” Minho’s voice was strained, hips stuttering against you. “Baby, you’re so wet, I don’t know if I can hold out.”

“Min, please,” You begged, eyes bleary. “I’m- I need to cum, Minho.”

“Fuck, fuck, yeah, I know,” He gasped, eyes rolling back into his head. It was a rare sight seeing Minho pussydrunk - he normally held out for a lot longer than you did, but clearly the added wetness on his cock was a little bit too much for him. “Feel me, baby. Focus on my cock. It’s so fucking hard for you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You gasped, bucking your hips into his thrusts. He pinched your clit meanly, smirking when it made you squeal. Your chest heaved, a sheen of sweat forming on your skin. 

“Gorgeous fucking girl. Your little pussy always needs me, kitty,” He moaned, grunting into your neck with every thrust. You were getting close, his ministrations too much to handle when combined with his filthy words. “Fuckin’ slut. My slut, yeah? Always needing me, needing my fucking cock inside of you.”

You whined, nodding. You’d started to bounce on his cock now, letting him pinch and rub your clit to send you into oblivion. “Always need it, oh, oh, Min, mean, be mean-”

“Be mean, kitty?” He scoffed. You gasped when he moved his hand from your thigh, and then he was slapping you across the face, a light slap but definitely there nonetheless. Your eyebrows furrowed, lips parting. “Got me pussydrunk, kitty. Fucking minx.”

“‘M gonna cum, Minho,” You warned, your sopping walls fluttering around his cock happily. “I’m gonna fucking cum, you’re gonna make me cum, oh-”

“Yeah?” He moaned, his noises getting higher in pitch. He was getting close. “I’m gonna cum with you. Do you want it? Do you want my cum?”

“Always want your cum, oh, breed me, Min, I’ll soak your cock-”

You let out a loud whine, digging your fingernails into his shoulders almost painfully as you came. You felt your pussy gushing on your boyfriend’s cock, soaking his length and moaning like a fucking pornstar all the way through your orgasm. Minho tensed, his hands grabbing your hips. His hips stopped completely, cock bottomed out inside you as he filled you with his cum. 

He collapsed on you, his weight a welcomed addition. “I’m not g’na pull out yet ‘cause I know you’ll get shy,” He mumbled, kissing your sweaty skin. You giggled, nodding. 

“Do you wanna take a bath?” You asked, running your fingers up his back. 

“I can’t think of anything better, baby,” He sighed. “I said I was going to fuck you senseless but I think you’ve just fucked me.”

“On the upside, my cramps are gone,” You grinned. Minho looked up at you, kissing your nose fondly. 

“Let me know if they’re back,” He said, eyes earnest. “I’ll just have to fuck you again, since you don’t like dark chocolate.”

“Really hate the stuff,” You hummed, nodding. “I like you though.”

Minho giggled, his nose scrunching up cutely. “I like you too, baby.”

[facioleeknow]

Glamping with a twist•Lee Know

Tw: suggestive, swearing

Going glamping with Minho wasn’t something unusual for you; you two had been friends for years and it was your favorite activity, something you cherished that allowed you to spend time alone and unwind. It was also something you partially dreaded because of your big fat crush on your best friend. Sleeping in the same tent as him, even in separate beds made you extremely restless and fidgety. He made you feel like a teenager with a first crush, like a complete idiot and you hated it so by the morning you were always grumpy and looked at him like you wanted the man to combust on the spot. Minho never missed your grumpiness and usually made a snarky comment about waking up on the wrong side of the bed and pinched your cheek, which made you feel all types of things and, most importantly, made you forget about your sour mood.

This time around, though, something was different, and it wasn’t the fact that it was Minho’s birthday. The birthday boy forgot to phone the camping site to see if they had double tents.

“I have a bad feeling about this Minho,” you mumbled as you pulled into the parking lot.

“You always have a bad feeling, darling.”

You felt your face tingle at the nickname, but knew better than to read something into it. Minho called all of his friends darling.

“Was I ever wrong?” you quipped back. Minho just rolled his eyes at you and made his way to the little hut at the beginning of the site.

So damn sassy, you thought as you started to unload your bags from the car.

When Minho made his way back to the car, his expression was weird.

“What?” you asked mindlessly scrolling on instagram.

“They only have tents with a double bed, no separate beds.”

It took you a second to register what he said. Heat spreaded throughout your body at the thought of sharing a bed with Minho.

“What did I fucking tell?!?” you screamed. People turned around to look at you, you didn’t care, you were right.

“Yah, no need to yell, it’s not a big deal, we can share, we’re adults,” he seemed unimpressed and you were about to explode.

“Say it,” you yelled again as Minho grabbed his stuff and started to walk to the tent, “Lee Minho say it, say that I was right!”

After a long back and forth between you and Minho about being right and being wrong, the birthday boy dragged you to fish with him and thought it would be funny to throw you in the little lake with the fishes. The supersonic scream you let out when the freezing water came in contact with you made Minho cry out of laughter so you did the only thing that was right, you dragged him in with you.

By the time night rolled around you were both out of breath and drenched to the bone for having played in the water for so long. As you walked to your tent reality started downing on you. You. Minho. One bed, were your only thoughts.

MInho didn’t even look in the direction of the shower, he took his bag and started walking out of the tent.

“Where are you going?” you asked, puzzled.

“Communal showers, you shower here, there are weird guys there, I don’t want you to go,” he replied nonchalantly as if he wasn’t making your heart at an inhuman speed.

“Okay.”

The time in the shower gave you time to calm down, you refused to fantasize about sleeping in the same bed with Minho. It would be weird and creepy and you were a decent person, right?

When you got out Minho wasn’t back yet, so you got into bed and made yourself comfortable. Soon the tiredness from the day caught up to you and the warmth of the blankets made it impossible for you to stay awake.

A gentle tug on the blanket, woke you up brutally.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Minho whispered, his hand came in contact with your cheek, his fingertips gentle on your warm skin.

“It’s okay,” you choked out. What was he doing? This was completely out of character for him. His hand dipped lower, his fingers traced your neck then your clavicles, your arm and stopped at your hip which he gripped and squeezed strongly.

“Minho, what are you doing?”

“I’m touching you, you can stop me if you want,” his eyes were completely focused on your lips.

“Friends don’t touch each other like this,” you whispered with a shaky voice.

“Friends also don’t dream about ripping each other’s clothes off, and I know you’ve done it and I’ve definitely done it.”

Minho’s lips came in contact with your neck, his touch like a feather, it made your skin hot and tingly. You wanted more.

“Minho, please,” you whined.

“Be a good girl and I’ll give you everything you want, okay darling?”

“Yes, sir.”

[mixtape-racha]

wow | hyunho

why did you have to run your mouth? you knew minho wouldn't go easy on you, but you never learnt your lesson. even when he got someone else to help teach you // minors dni, 18+

words: 1.57k // warnings: established minho x reader, brat!tamer minho, hard dom!hyunjin, hyunho makeout, bondage??, reader is a brat and gets called bunny, minho is referred to as sir and hyunjin as master

a/n: based on this request by anon!! i hope you enjoy ♡

you knew it was a bad idea to try and get under minho’s skin. he always knew exactly to have you shaking on your knees and begging for forgiveness, but for some reason you never learnt. it was even worse when you acted up in public, because you knew he wouldn’t stand for you making him look bad. everytime without fail it would end up with you both pissed off, you left unsatisfied and an unbearable tension. but still; you never learnt.

so when you pushed your luck tonight at a company party, minho was ready to punish you in front of everyone there. you kept acting up - flirting with all his friends, interrupting his conversations and whining when he wouldn’t leave just for you. but what pissed him off the most was the mutterings under your breath. when you’d had enough of his shrugging you off to continue a conversation, you had rolled your eyes before grabbing your drink and phone in a huff.

“maybe i’ll just go and fuck hyunjin instead. at least he’d give me attention.”

you honestly didn’t fully intend for him to hear it, but you knew you had fucked up as you felt his stare burning into your back as you walked away. but also, you were too pissed off to care. in fact, it made you even more determined to make him snap. at least that way you’d be able to leave this stupid party.

you were quick to approach hyunjin, who was stood towards the edge of the room with some work friends. hyunjin was exceptionally close to you - someone you trusted with your life, and wouldn’t have any qualms sleeping with him if you weren’t with minho. you wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling your face against his jacket, which made him jump in surprise.

“hey there, love. you good? where’s minho?” he threw an arm over your shoulder, his entire attention on you in a second. it was nice - that he’d just drop a conversation for you. but still, you scoffed at the mention of your boyfriend.

“don’t know. too busy kissing asses to even notice i’m still here.” you tone conveyed just how annoyed you were and, while you should know better than to run to hyunjin, you just wanted to go home and have minho bully his cock inside of you like no one else could.

hyunjin, being the ever so vigilant dom he was, took note of your attitude and swiftly changed the subject to avoid you getting yourself in any more trouble. it wasn’t long before had had enough of you avoiding him, choosing to stick to hyunjin instead, and he came stalking over just as you fell into hyunjin’s lap laughing at something he’d said.

“hi, minnie!” you smiled sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him when you noticed him, you hand still resting on hyunjin’s bicep. he looked between the pair of you silently before clearing his throat.

“hi, my pretty bunny. hyun, boss is asking for you so i said i’d bring you over.”

something in minho’s eyes made you disbelieving of his boss really wanting to talk to hyunjin,and you expressed this by rolling your eyes and pulling minho’s wallet out of his pocket.

“fine. i’m going to get another drink.”

the smile on minho’s face didn’t quite meet his eyes, and something about it unnerved you.

“of course, love. go enjoy yourself while you can.”

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god why did you never listen? why did you always get yourself into these situations?

minho was furious when you left the party, you could tell that by the way his hands gripped the steering wheel as he drove you both back home. he would barely look at you, only responding to you in short answers and curt nods. it was scary, but also had you flooding your panties in a second. you knew whatever you had got yourself into tonight would be interesting, for sure.

and there you were. slouched against the bedframe, wrists cuffed to the metal behind your head. minho had rid you of all your clothes except your soaking panties, and they were so full of arousal they were sticking to your folds uncomfortably. you went to squirm, cuffs rattling on the bed post, but stopped as soon as minho whipped his head around to glare at you.

he was pacing at the end of the bed, hands folded behind him and shoes clapping loudly against the floor in the silence of your apartment. your nerves felt they were firing on all cylinders - you were overwhelmed but felt nothing, excited but scared. it was intense in the best way. you had no idea what to expect, but you knew wholeheartedly that as long as you got to cum tonight, being bratty would be worth it. it got you home early after all, didn’t it?

a soft knock on the bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts, minho smirking as he went and opened it to reveal… hyunjin. what was he doing here? oh god, had minho told him what you had said? you stared, bewildered, between the two men as hyunjin entered the door, quick to rid himself of his jacket and tie.

“min…” you started, but minho sent you a look that had you whimpering, burning under his gaze.

“now, bunny. be a good girl, you know that’s not my name, is it?”

“no, sir. sorry, sir.” you whined under his intense stare, goosebumps rising on your skin at being so exposed in front of hyunjin. something that minho picked up on scarily fast.

“come on now, pretty. this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? to fuck hyunjin because i wouldn’t give you the attention you so desperately crave,” he spat. “nothing but a cockdrunk little whore.”

“now, come on, minho,” hyunjin pipped up, tsking at the sight of you clenching your thighs together. “she won’t be cockdrunk tonight, will she? don’t get her hopes up.”

hyunjin’s eyes were dark as he stared you down, which made you whimper at the insinuation of you not being able to cum tonight. but little did you know, you weren’t even being allowed a dick near you tonight. nor fingers, nor a tongue. oh no, it was much worse.

“oh, you’re right, hyunnie. we better show her just how pretty you can be when you get attention, right? so she knows what she’s missing out on. what she could’ve had if she just behaved?”

you were confused, shaken up. what on earth were they planning? but when minho sat on the edge and the bed and patted his thigh, prompting hyunjin to come towards him, your heart dropped.

hyunjin fell perfectly onto minho’s lap, adjusting himself so he could sit comfortably while minho grasped the taller boy’s waist. you pulled at the handcuffs, the clanging noise drawing hyunjin’s attention to you, but not before minho could grip his chin harshly and force the dark-haired boy’s attention back on him.

“say you’re sorry to hyunjin, (y/n). tell master you’re sorry for talking about him like an object.”

“i–i’m sorry, master… please, sir, please-”

“hush.” hyunjin snapped, one of his hands trailing up to rest at the nape of minho’s neck. “you brought this upon yourself, and now you get to watch sir and master enjoy each other, yeah?”

you whined, but nodded anyway. maybe it wasn’t too late for you to be good. maybe if you behaved now, minho would show mercy on you. it was worth trying.

a gasp escaped your lips and minho brought hyunjin’s lips to his, the youngest boy letting out a surprised gasp. it was addicting and you couldn’t look away, the sight of your boyfriend swapping spit with his best friend. you almost thought you could cum untouched on the spot.

the way minho’s hands rubbed hyunjin’s hips, prompting the younger to grind against him ever so carefully. the whimpers and gasps that left each man’s throat as their tongues explored.

if only you were in the middle. if only it was you getting their attention, and enjoying their touches. god, you had to go and mess it up by misbehaving, didn’t you?

it only got more intense, hyunjin’s hips moving erratically against minho’s bulge as the elder trailed his lips down hyunjin’s neck, sucking perfect blossoming marks against the skin. you almost cried out when you saw hyunjin’s eyes flutter, rolling to the back of his head.

“fuck, hyung.” he whimpered, causing minho to smirk and bring a heavy slap down on hyunjin’s ass. the moan hyunjin let out wontonly was heavenly, and you couldn’t help the way you bit your lip and rubbed your thighs together.

just as it was getting good, however, just as you thought you could make yourself cum by yourself in your position, minho pulled hyunjin away from his lips by his hair. he turned to look over at you, a devilish smirk on his face as he took in the wreck you’d become. he was impressed you hadn’t lost it, but he had one final trick up his sleeve to make sure your attitude and bratty behavior would stop for good.

“now, you little slut,” minho spat at you, your eyes brimming with tears. “if you sit still and be good while i make hyunjin fall apart on my cock, i’ll undo the handcuffs and maybe you’ll be given permission to touch. got it?”

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[haechanhues]

pairing : secret boyfriend! lee know x fem!reader x fake boyfriend! han

genre : fluff. angst. sex is implied. 

warnings : swearing. very crude and sometimes dark humour. fights. sappy shit. insults directed at skz members and other idols (that do not reflect my own thoughts but this is not to be confused with the actual members and insults directed at them). arguments. namecalling. jealousy. drama. there’s some toxic elements within this story. very suggestive comments.

summary : you have two boyfriends. one’s fake and the other a secret. one is avoiding love whilst the other is slowly opening himself to it. a story in which one’s cowardice, another’s insecurities and your own volition leads you here, overwhelmed and exhausted, in the middle of two best friends. 

status : completed 

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banner : I made it myself! Which is why I also have to point out something that is just irritating me the longer i look at it...please excuse the fact that Han’s picture doesn’t quite align with the box inside the polaroid shape. ‘You don’t even notice it’ Yes but I can’t unsee it now that I’ve seen it and it will bother me. 

written chapter : * 

moodboard | profile 1 | profile 2 

prologue 

chapter one : spreads like wildfire 

chapter two : idiot patrol feat. reason + gf 

chapter three : cute nicknames are a necessity 

chapter four : left nutless king 

chapter five : trained to annoy  

chapter six : the hunted : exhibit a 

chapter seven : the hunted : exhibit b

chapter eight : the hunted : exhibit c + d 

chapter nine : the hunted : exhibit e 

chapter ten : the hunted : exhibit f 

chapter eleven : turn in your pitchforks 

chapter twelve : can’t make that kind of shit up! 

chapter thirteen : the freedom in different 

chapter fourteen : a movie kiss 

chapter fifteen : sounds culty 

chapter sixteen : he’s right there *

chapter seventeen : need 

chapter eighteen : you’re glowing 

chapter nineteen : the one time felix almost broke up a fake relationship

chapter twenty : short of rabid *

chapter twenty one : the only third wheeler 

chapter twenty two : taco-twosday 

chapter twenty three : prague inspired 

chapter twenty four : pho sure 

chapter twenty five : family beach day 

chapter twenty six : stacks * 

chapter twenty seven : sad movies 

chapter twenty eight : fuck bitches get money 

chapter twenty nine : because 

chapter thirty : three punches for the pretty one

chapter thirty one : nerves

chapter thirty two : queen st

chapter thirty three : been chillin’ 

chapter thirty four : ‘i feel like being alone’ sad 

chapter thirty five : gossip in the quad

chapter thirty six : bringing our girl home 

chapter thirty seven : chicken chop 

chapter thirty eight : jester’s play * 

chapter thirty nine : talk to her 

chapter forty : you can’t even say it * 

chapter forty one : crime against humanity 

chapter forty two : i wanna try this

chapter forty three : a place you and i know 

chapter forty four : little kitten 

chapter forty five : hope you’re hungry

chapter forty six : quotes

chapter forty seven : chocolate bars 

chapter forty eight : our (drunken) hymns 

chapter forty nine : hallucinating

chapter fifty : the first piece

author’s confessions + thank you wrap up

[mxnsxngie]

I Only Want To Dance With You (L.M)

Warnings: none, all fluff! Unless you count his joke about using the reader's arm to hit the other boys...

Word Count: 2183

Playlist: Slow Dancing With Minho (songs you two may dance to in the scene)

Let Me Know What You Think!

“You want me to what?” You ask your best friend from across the table of the cafe you met him at, surprised at the favor he’s asking of you.

“Please, it’s just for a couple of hours” he asks, trying to look nonchalant about it, but you know he’s begging you at this point.

“Why do you want me to go to this company dinner so bad?” You ask, genuinely confused. Minho had called you to meet for coffee before laying on you that JYP Entertainment was holding a special dinner in honor of their artists. Really it was more like a party honestly, complete with food, music, drinks, and dancing.

“Because I don’t want to go alone” he says with a slight whine to his tone.

“… Min, you’re literally going with the other 7 members, that’s hardly considered going alone” you laugh, shaking your head.

“That’s not the same though, I can’t get through one of these without you, they’ll drive me nuts with their antics” he sighs, gently taking your hand from across the table. “Please don’t make me deal with them alone?” He asks again, giving his best puppy eyes.

“That’s rich coming from you” you laugh, shaking your head, knowing full well the antics HE gets up to himself. “But yes, I guess I’ll go with you” you sigh, teasingly rolling your eyes at him.

“Thank you so much! You’re the absolute best! Do you have something nice to wear? We’re supposed to dress up.” He asks as he’s finally relaxed some now that you’ve agreed to go.

“I might have something, but I may go shopping still just in case. And don’t worry, I won’t make you come with me. I know how much you hate shopping” you tease.

“You truly are the best. You get me” he says with a relieved sigh, slumping back in the chair dramatically.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too dork” you jokingly tell him. You fail to notice the blush on his cheeks, too distracted by how his hair moves forward as he tilts his head down a second. The longer hair really did look good on him.

“I’m gonna go ahead and get shopping since this is tomorrow night, I’ll text you later Min!” You say as you grab your coffee and go over to hug hun before leaving.

He watches you leave, hoping the boys were right that you returned his feelings and that this would go well.

You’re just finishing getting your shoes on as you hear a knock on your door. You take one last look in the mirror admiring the black dress you managed to find, the plunge up top and the slit over the leg really made you feel sexy.

Hopefully it wasn’t too much for Minho. You couldn’t help that you’d developed feelings for him and you were hoping that this opportunity to dress up for him would get him to make a move. Your friendship was always filled with a playful give and take when it came to bantering or trading each other, and you were hoping you could bait him into a confession.

You grab your clutch and head to the door as you head another knock.

“I’m coming I’m coming” you yell as you approach the door. You open it to find Minho on the other side, looking breathtakingly gorgeous in his black suit.

“Wow Min you look incredible” you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks.

“Are you saying I don’t always look good? I take offense to that” he says as he places a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “In all seriousness though, you look absolutely stunning, I’m in awe” he says, taking your hand to lead you to the car.

“Aww Min, thank you. I didn’t know you were capable of compliments!” You joke as you bump your hip into his whole two walk to the car.

“I can be a gentleman if I feel properly motivated to be” he says with a smirk, looking down at you.

“Must take a lot of motivation, because I’ve never seen you be one before” you joke, knowing full well he’s genuinely a gentleman.

“Sometimes it just takes the right person” he smirks as he opens the door for you to get in. You manage to hide your blush as you duck into the car, caught off guard by his comment. Maybe tonight would be the night.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” He says, the smirk still in place as you realize you hadn’t answered his previous comment to you.

“Oh never, because that would mean you had some kind of effect on me” you smirk back, settling in for the ride.

“Oh, and how terrible that would be” he chuckles at you.

“The worst thing imaginable” you smile, letting him know you’re joking before resting your head on his shoulder, taking in the spicy vanilla scent of his cologne. The smell of home.

The rest of the car ride goes fairly quickly, both of you sitting close in comfortable silence when the car pulls up at the event. He helps you out and literally drags you over to where the other boys are waiting, taking off in his tiny shuffle run, pulling you with him by the hand.

“Min, min slow down!” You giggle, following after him.

“Oh you can keep up!” He laughs back at you. What you don’t notice while you’re both laughing as you approach the boys is how they all watch you both with a fond smile. Well, almost all. Hyunjin makes a mock face of disgust, but it’s not like he means it. That’s just Hyunjin.

“About time you two showed up!” Jisung jokes as you two make it over.

“Ah take it easy on them, they still made it on time! Let’s go have some fun!” Chan says, leading all of you in. As you all start walking, you realize Minho hasn’t dropped your hand yet, and can’t help they slight blush on your face. Thankfully he’s too busy talking to Jisung to notice. But Seungmin does.

“Careful, someone might catch on to your little crush” Seungmin leans down and whispers in your ear. You look up at playfully swat at him, giving him a scolding look, but the smirk doesn’t leave his face. You shake your head and ignore his joking as you all get to your table.

Unsurprisingly, your seat ends up being by Minho, and he playfully yanks you down into your seat by your entwined hands before letting go, causing you to let out a slight yelp.

“Jeez Min, trying to yank my arm off?” You laugh, looking over at him.

“Maybe, would make a great weapon to hit these guys with” he jokes with a smirk.

“Yeah we’ll I quite like my arm where it is, thanks” you laugh before looking around. There’s a little more people than you expected, but it’s not too bad, and most of the groups are keeping to themselves. Then you notice the bar in the corner.

“You want a drink Min?” You ask.

“Yeah, that sounds great actually” he smiles.

“Alright, I’m on it” you smile as you stand and walk over to the bar, already knowing what he’ll want.

Once you’re out of earshot, the boys start hounding him.

“Please tell me you’re making your move tonight?!” Jisung whines, looking at his best friend.

“Yes, please! I can’t take the longing looks you two give each other anymore” Hyunjin says with an exasperated look on his face.

“I might, I’m not sure.”

“Oh my gosh hyung, if this is about you not being sure if she likes you, she definitely does. She’s told me. Just go for it” Seungmin says, jokingly rolling his eyes.

“She has?” Minho asks, looking over in your direction before looking back. “I’m just not sure how I guess” he says, the tips of his ears turning red slightly.

“Just ask her to dance! It’s your comfort zone, and lends a little bit of privacy!” Felix says as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. And it is, to be fair.

“That’s… not a bad idea actually. Thanks Felix” he says as he hears you coming back.

“Alright, who was teasing my Minho?” You ask teasingly, eyeing all the boys.

“No clue what you mean” Changbin says with an innocent smile.

“Really? Because his ears are red and that only happens when he’s flustered. Soooo” you say, eyeing them all again. You miss the “I told you so” look Seungmin give Minho at that.

“Hey, I had no part in this” I.N says, raising his hands in surrender. You all laugh at that and you briefly hear Seungmin call him a traitor as your meals are brought out.

You all laugh and talk as you eat and as you finish, you feel Minho’s pinky brushing yours from beside you. You look over at him and smile, feeling like you’re in your own world for a minute as you look in his eyes. You hear a slow song start to play while you’re looking at each other.

“Do you want to dance?” He asks you in a whisper as he takes your hand.

“Here? There’s a lot of people, and I don’t know how to dance” you whisper nervously.

“It’s okay, I’ll lead, and it’ll be just us. Please?” He whispers back, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“Okay” you whisper back, smiling. He stands up, pulling you up with him by your hands before leading you to the dance floor.

Once he finds a spot for you two on the dance floor, he turns towards you and snakes his right arm around your waist on your left, pulling you closer. He keeps your right hand entwined with his as he pulls you closer. You instinctually place your left hand on his right shoulder to study yourself as he pulls you close.

“Like this?” You whisper, looking up at him.

“Yeah, just like that. Now follow me” he says quietly as he starts swaying side to side with you. You can easily keep up with this, and it feels nice being so close to him like this.

“See, you’re doing just fine” he whispers, smiling down at you.

“Well I have a good teacher” you smile, blushing slightly as you compliment him. He doesn’t miss it this time and it gives him the confidence he needs.

“There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about” he says quietly as he makes eye contact with you as he continues to guide the two of you.

“Oh? What is it?” You ask, feeling a little nervous.

“I’ve been a little nervous to bring this up, but um. I’ve fallen for you. I’m not sure exactly when, all I know is it was slow, but hit me all at once. And I hope you feel the same. Will you be my girlfriend?” He whispers to you, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Oh Min” you sigh, looking at him with all the love in the world. “Of course I will, I love you too” you smile as you whisper to him.

“You do?” He smiles at you,icing his hand from your waist to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I definitely do” you say, smiling even wider as you lean into his touch.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks quietly.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t” you chuckle.

He moves his hand to cup your cheek as you slowly stop swaying, leaning in and placing his soft, pillowy lips against yours, kissing you deeper than expected. He may not be one to always vocalize how he feels, but you can tell through this kiss just how much he loves you. You move your hand to cup his face too as you deepen the kiss for a moment.

And then you hear the loud hooting and cheering from the boys to your left.

“YES!! Finally!” Jisung yells.

“About time hyung” you hear Seungmin shout.

“Get a room you two!” you surprisingly hear I.N holler.

You chuckle as you pull back, nearly forgetting where you are. You tuck your face into his neck, embarrassed at his members teasing.

“You know, I think we’ll do just that!” Minho yells back. You pull back, looking at him in surprise and see his signature smirk on his face before you feel him take your hand and take off, dragging you out of the room with him towards the exit of the building.

“Where are we going?!” You ask, laughing as you try to keep up.

“To get a room” he says as he opens the car door for you. “We have quite a bit to catch up on, and for that, I don’t want them interrupting” he says with a dark smirk as he pulls you into a brief but intense kiss before smacking your ass as he pulls back and ushers you into the car.

Getting a room didn’t sound too and at all.

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[lixiesfreckless]

The Punch It Cinematic Universe(PICU)

drive with me, baby.

a street racing au filled with burnt rubber, high speeds, and equally high tension.

lee minho x reader.

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Punch It | 5.1k

There’s an unexpected opening for the leader position of Changbin’s street racing gang club. Naturally, Minho stepped up, ready to fill in the role. He didn’t expect anyone to challenge him, though.

Floor It | 2.8k

You and Minho have been driving circles around each other for months now, but you can't seem to figure out what's holding him back from being the most skilled street racer in the city. Tonight, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Or wheels.

Burn It | 3.6k

The Golden Tire Cup semifinals is today, and Minho has the opportunity to get the Wolfgang Street Racing club to the finals for the first time in four years. Hopefully with you by his side, he'll be able to make it into the top two.

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[slytherinshua]

Anti-Romantic

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. lee know is portrayed as a tsundere. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: y/n is a bit insecure and her friends think lee know is weird. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: tsundere!leeknow x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 706.

You had always been fine with the fact that Minho wasn’t often outwardly romantic with you. You weren’t particularly romantic either so it never felt like there was something missing or that he didn’t love you. You were both content with the dynamic of your relationship, and hadn’t given much thought about changing it.

But when you told your friends about this, they were at a loss as to how your relationship with him even worked. When you said you didn’t hug or kiss that much, the room was silent. And when you spilled the fact that you two rarely complimented each other either, your friends were left stunned— as if it was unheard of. You had never thought of it as weird, but now you were wondering if you should have. You were aware that you sometimes cared about people’s opinions too much, but all 3 of your friends had agreed profusely about this. They must be right, right?

You were sitting on the opposite side of the couch as Minho, thinking about this. Both of you were busy with work. Minho was on his laptop, writing and reading over lyrics, and you had a book resting open on your lap. Your brain kept going back to your earlier conversation with your friends at brunch.

“Why don’t you try being a little more romantic, just for one evening?” “I agree. You could set up a romantic dinner or snuggle while watching a movie. Isn’t it your anniversary soon anyway?”

All your brain could go to was if you and Minho were somehow doing it “wrong”. Was there a right and wrong way to a relationship? You were contemplating this thought more than you probably needed to, as you didnt even notice your book slip off your lap and land on the floor. 

Hearing the small thud of the book against the floor, Minho looked up from his laptop. He leaned over to pick up your book gently from the floor and place it back in your hands. 

“You’re thinking about something.” He noted, watching your face that was still scrunched up from your train of thought. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your lip was pouting slightly. Minho thought you looked cute, but he wouldn’t say it out loud.

You hummed in response, debating whether to bring up the topic with him or not. “Minho?”

“Yeah?” His eyes were back onto his computer screen, his fingers typing on the keyboard and making some edits, but you knew you still had his attention.

“Have you ever felt like we don’t do enough?”

He furrowed his eyebrow, “Don’t do enough how?”

“Like as a couple.” 

“No?” He shook his head slightly as if pondering over what being a couple entailed in the first place. You two really were very similar. “Do you feel like we don’t do enough?” He finally asked, turning back to you.

“I don’t know. I didn’t before…” You started, “But my friends seem to do so much more in their relationships. And then I started to wonder if we’re supposed to be like that as well.”

“What do they do so differently than us?”

You started to get a bit shy after he asked that, hesitantly continuing by whispering, “You know like… physical affection and… pet names…?”

“Oh…” There was an awkward pause for a second, both of you thinking over how you usually spent time together and if it was considered as normal.

“Would you… like it if I called you pet names or was more touchy?” Minho asked suddenly.

You were silent for a moment, “No… I like you just as you are.” You smiled and turned your head towards him, “We’re still a couple even if we don’t do stereotypical couple things, right? We’re the ones in the relationship, not my friends, after all.”

“You still know I love you even though I don’t say it often, right?”

“I know.” You scooted closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I like our relationship… it’s not over the top.”

Minho nodded in agreement, settling back on the couch. He gave you one short kiss on the lips before going back to his work, leaving you to go back to your book.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ skz taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @ddenoudepression,, @justhyunhoer