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Feral |2|

as a vampire hunter, you took your job a little too seriously. so much so, you neglected to remember that unfortunately, you were part vampire. you were the best of the best but one night, everything changes and somehow you get tangled up with a lust demon and intertwined with your contract vampire, who just so happens to be your mate.

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: changbinXfem!reader, minhoXfem!reader, yeonjunXfem!reader

Word Count: 7k

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After parting ways with the lust demon and acquiring his phone number, you dressed yourself. All black, state of the art gear. You were ready, rolling your sleeves up when your door bell rang.

You narrowed your eyes. It was getting late, who would show up to your house this hour. Your best friend always called first and other than that, you had no friends or family. Then it hit you, oh god. Was it your ex? The lesser hunter who had been obsessed with you to the point they had to change where he was stationed? You hadn’t seen him in two or three months but he did know where you lived and the rumor that echoed against the walls of the ministry said that he was still hung up over you.

Several deep breaths were taken before you opened the door and when you got the courage to open your eyes, the rest of your breath was stolen from your lungs.

The man in front of you wrinkled his nose, “You smell like demon cum, slut.” His lip curled, “Don’t you know it’s not good for you?”

“M-Minho?”

Raising a brow he stood tall and firm, “Do your worst, hunter. I heard you were looking for me and I’d rather die anyway than have a human for a mate. Well, not only that but a demon slut for a mate.”

You glared are him, “Part human.” You corrected. Everyone seemed to remind you of it so you might as well claim the part of you that you despised.

“Right,” he remarked, drawing out the word. “Human enough.” He showed you his wrist that matched yours, “This? I couldn’t care less. My brothers play into this mate shit but I don’t. Kill me if you wish. One of us is bound to die regardless. I’d rather not go feral over someone like you.”

Nodding, you smiled bitterly, “We have something in common unfortunately because I feel the same. I don’t care if I lose every shred of humanity I have. I want you dead.”

In an exaggerated manor, he filled his eyes, “Your very clan would skin you alive. Is that what you want?”

It was in that moment, you realized there was no way you’d come out of this one a champion. You would either go feral and get killed or live with yourself for failing one mission. It was just one mission but that led you to think further, if you didn’t kill him, someone would and that meant regardless, you were doomed.

If not you, your best friend Yeonjun was next in line and you knew he’d succeed, he was almost as good as you were. Almost.

Minho huffed, “You hunters really don’t stand a chance. I’d rip little Yeonjun in half if he even stepped a foot in my direction.”

How did he know about Yeonjun? They had more intel then you did it seemed.

You tried to pretend his threat about Yeonjun didn’t bother you. You stared at Minho. “Why did you come here?”

Looking at his watch and then back at you, he said, “You have four hours left. I figure I’d save you the trouble and come to you.”

Leaving against the door frame, you started to feel drowsy. Minho eyed you, lips in a tight line. “I didn’t need you to. Changbin and I have joined forces.”

He smacked his lips, “About that. I suggest you move on from all of this,” he waved his hands in the air, “Demons. Vampires. Leave it all in the past.”

Glaring, you clenched your fist. “Easy for you to say. I watched my parents die at the hands of a vampire. I was tortured,” the words caught in your throat and panic began to rise.

His eyes were careful, “I know you won’t heed my warning but at least quit fucking the demon. Seriously. It’s not good for you.”

“Just because you’re my mate-“

His hand latched around your neck, “Let’s be clear, hmm?” You could have been scared. Could. But you weren’t. Actually, you could laugh at him. “I’d burn this ivy off if I could. I want nothing to do with you.”

“Then why are you here?” You taunted him.

Words caught in his throat before his face began to turn red and he dropped the hand that was attached to your neck. “To warn you!”

“Why?”

“Just be a normal fucking human, you’re ruining my life.”

“I can handle myself.”

He made a face, “I saved you from the very demon you’re fucking.”

“Only because-“

He stopped you, making a noise. “Save it. Just watch yourself.”

You growled, “You watch yourself, blood sucking piece of shit.”

He rolled his eyes before saying, “Touché,” as he turned on his heels and sauntered away. You slammed your door shut and bolted the locks. There went your chance. You just knew Yeonjun would taunt you for failing your first mission and your boss would be more than disappointed.

Hell, you were disappointed.

Your parents were never going to be avenged at this rate. Not till you took down every vampire kind you could. But how could you? How could you went part of you resided with the vampire species?

You wondered if your parents knew you were part of the vermin that would turn around and kill them after earning their trust. You wondered what part of them your vampire blood came from. You had so many questions that you would never get answers too and it killed you.

It seemed, at the core, there was only one answer. A conclusion you had come to many times before but now with everything you had seen, it seemed it was the right time. What else could you do?

You had to kill yourself.

It was the only way you could see the pain and suffering ending. The panic, the fear, the PTSD, the bloodlust for vampires would all be gone and you’d be one vampire closer to extinction.

Minho would go feral and soon his clan would be dissembled, following one by one after him. The ministry wouldn’t just cease to exist with your death. In fact, not much else in the world would change. Your death wouldn’t make much of a difference to others.

Maybe Yeonjun but even then, he was strong. The fierce hunter would heal eventually.

Sure, it was selfish but at the same time, you couldn’t think of anything more selfless. Your sacrifice was necessary.

You couldn’t manage to go on like this anymore.

Vampires, demons, hunters, you just wanted it to all go away.

You just had to decide how to do it.

—

“No.”

“Yeonjun, please,” you begged.

“I don’t care what blood you have, I don’t care if you’re full vampire for fucks sake. I’m not killing you.”

You caught his dark, pain laden eyes, “It’s your job. It’s what we do. We kill vampires.”

Yeonjun ruffled his hair, “You’re human, noona.”

“Not fully.”

He shook his head, “I refuse to believe any of this.”

You reached out, grabbing his shoulder and squeezing, “There is nobody I will ever trust or do trust like you, Yeonjun.”

“We can fight this.”

“The contract for Minho will fall in your hands and when you succeed, I’ll go feral. I don’t want to die like that. I want to die peacefully at the hands of the person I trust and love. The only way I can avenge my parents is through you. You know how much I suffer. The PTSD. The pain. Yeonjun, I’m tired of fighting. “

He shook his head, “You’re not my contract.”

You bit your lip, “I’m starting to believe I may end up being. I know this hurts you.” You touched his chest right where his heart was. “It’s hard for me too… but you don’t want to see me like that. We’ve seen feral vampires. They’re terrifying.”

“But noona?”

“Yeonjun?”

“I like you.”

If time could standstill, you swore it did. You were frozen. You had no idea, no inclination that Yeonjun felt that way. You had no idea and while you knew even if you knew and tried something with him, it would never have worked. You almost prayed that it would have though. Yeonjun was perfect. Not only that but he was perfect for you. You were the dynamic duo. The top most elite hunters in the ministry. And he was your best friend. The one you had known since childhood and the one who became a hunter because of you.

All the more reason he should be the one to take your life.

“Please. Don’t,” you insisted. “There is so much more out there for you.”

“It’s not you though. I’ve felt this way for a long-“

You dropped your hand. “I don’t feel the same. I can’t. Even if I wanted to.”

He held up a finger, “One night with you. Give me one night to be with you and I’ll do it.”

Eyes wide, you searched his own, “What?”

“You heard me. I need something to hold onto when you’re gone. Some way to remember the woman I love.”

And while ultimately, it was a bad idea, how much damage could it do? If he was agreeing to end your life, there would be no repercussions other than the pain he would feel for you when you were gone. That hung heavy on your heart, so heavy, it made you nod and nod hard.

Yeonjun deserved to be happy. Maybe this would give him the closure he needed.

———

He called you the moment he was assigned Minho, “I’ve got twenty four hours, as I’m sure you’re aware. Can I come over now?”

You were hesitant, you knew very well what would happen when he came over and you weren’t sure you were prepared. You looked at your nearly bare body, still covered in marks from Changbin. “Are you sure you can go through with it?”

He paused. “I have to kill Minho so I guess I don’t have a choice.” He sighed into the phone, “Noona, it will be the best night of your life.”

You smiled to yourself, you didn’t doubt he would try.

“And to think I thought this would be an innocent date.”

You could feel his nerves through the phone, “I-“

Moving the phone from your ear and putting it on speaker, you brushed your wet hair, “I’m teasing. I know that we’re just hooking up here.”

“Noona, when you say it like that-“

You tsked at him, “Don’t pretend to be a gentleman now. I know how you treat girls.”

“You’re different,” he breathed.

“Then come show me,” you coaxed.

He all but moaned in the phone before saying his goodbyes.

He lived close so you barley had time to change into the red silk robe you hoped would drive him nuts.

If this was all you had to hold on to before you died, you’d go all in. You wrapped your red silk robe around your body, just in time for your doorbell to ring.

You knew once you were naked, he would see the marks you desperately tried to hide. You wondered how he’d react and what he’d say. You hoped it didn’t kill the vibe.

When you answered, Yeonjun was dressed in his entirely black hunter gear. He looked perfect as always but instead of seeing your best friend standing on your door step, you saw a man.

A man who would fill your last thoughts before you died. You loved Yeonjun as your best friend so you couldn’t see any better way to go.

He bit his plush bottom lip, eyes racking up and down your body before one of his hands found its way to your waist and he pushed you inside, following after.

Yeonjun was always confident, but in the moment, you could sense a shift in his demeanor. And you knew he was nervous.

Which led you to dropping your robe revealing the lingerie you wore just for him. He gulped once, twice before eying you some more. Slowly advancing on you until you were backed into a wall.

“Why haven’t you ever saw me as a man?” He questioned gruffly as his fingers found their way to the marks on your neck. “I would have done anything for you, noona. Why would you let anyone else do this to you when I’m right here?”

His eyes prodded yours and you had never felt so small under his gaze before. “I’m sorry, Yeonjun. I never realized.”

“I would have given you the world.”

“It would have never worked that way.”

“I don’t know who the man who did this is but I’ll make sure there isn’t a place in your mind left of him when I’m done,” he trailed off, seemingly dropping the harsh demeanor, “Can I kiss-“

You didn’t let him finish as one of your hands advanced under his shirt and over his abs while the other hand felt his cheek. You pulled his perfect lips towards yours, reveling in the feeling of kissing someone since you left Beomgyu. His kisses were hot, warming your goosebump covered body.

“Don’t be gentle on me because I’m your noona.”

“You don’t want soft and sweet?”

You nearly laughed, “I don’t like soft and sweet.”

He dragged you over to the dining room table and bent you over it, “Then hard and rough it is.”

He slapped your exposed ass before pulling the silk lingerie to the side and stuffing two fingers inside you. Crying out, you held onto the table the best you could as he pumped in and out of you, readying you to take his cock. His fingers moved expertly, bringing you just to the brink of orgasm but stopping before and you heard the clanking of his belt and the unzipping of his pants.

He held your hip with one hand and the other one he used to guide his cock inside you. Once he nestled between your labia, you cried out.

Yeonjun wasn’t huge like the demon but what he lacked in that department, he made up for in determination. He was relentless in fucking you, making you cum over and over at the various angles. All while having you spread out, ass in the air and cheek pressed against the wood dining room table.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You wondered why he never said anything but maybe he knew you would have turned him down. He’d always be just a friend to you but you really truly wished you could see him as more – not that it mattered now, considering he’d kill you after all was said and done. You couldn’t help but wonder, as he pounded into you, could he really go through with it? Worry washed over you that the intimacy the two of you were sharing would make it much harder on him. Though, you needed to remind him that if he loved you, he’d let you go.

It was good for you to feel like you were letting go and you felt peace in the idea of Yeonjun killing you. It would be quick and finally the pain would stop. You just hoped Yeonjun could bounce back after killing his lifelong best friend – that thought was really getting yo you. It wasn’t as if you had any other options though, other than straight suicide and you didn’t know if you were strong enough for that.

It came down to one simple fact and that was that you had vampire blood – no matter how dormant it may be.

Was there an afterlife for vampires? You believed in one when you believed you were mostly human but as soon as you started to come to terms with the fact you had vampire blood, it all went out the window.

There had to be an afterlife for you, right?

You’d give anything to see your parents again.

Trying your best, you became present with Yeonjun just in time for him to ask, “Can I cum inside you?”

Smiling against the cold table, you gave him a loud, “Yes.”

It was almost over. It was almost the end. You braced yourself.

He came, and when he turned you over to look at you, you could see the tears welled up in his eyes.

“No,” you shook your head as you felt his cum spilling out of you, “don’t Yeonjun.”

He was crying, hot tears dripping from his eye lashes and onto his cheeks. Yeonjun was beautiful so it was heartbreaking to see him looking so crestfallen. “Y/N,” he whined.

“Yeonjun,” you reached for the stake you had attached to the holster on your side, “you’re my only hope.”

You put the stake in his shaky hands and pulled him down for just one more kiss, his lips salty from crying. “Please,” he begged, “Can we just run away?”

You shook your head, moving his hands to place the stake over your heart, “Even if we run, I’ll go feral. Yeonjun, end this.”

He turned his head away and you heard his desperate sobs. It was heartbreaking.

“Y/N,” he called out again. He rarely ever called you by your name so it was startling to hear for the second time but yet, it was so sweet coming from his lips. His perfect lips.

Your perfect best friend.

Tears flowed before you could stop them. If only things could have been different. If only.

Your vision started to blur and before you could wipe your eyes, Yeonjun became a blob. Black stars spotted your vision. Oh no. You were going to pass out again. Fighting for consciousness, you called for Yeonjun. “Do it. Quick,” you screamed at him.

“No!”

“Yeonjun!”

And then you were out.

—

Defense mode fell over you the second you woke up. Something was off. Your block was up and if you could have been in fighting stance, you would have but you were bound by shackles and chains, embarrassingly still in silk lingerie. You had no idea where you were but as your vision cleared you appeared to be in some sort of dingy cellar.

“Oh the toy is awake,” a voice mused. Your eyes snapped to the figure. A woman with long black hair smiled at you, “hi,” she waved evilly.

“Who the fuck are you?”

She hummed and bent down to meet your eyes, “That’s not important. What’s important is how significant you are to our demon boy, Changbin?”

You were taken aback. Changbin? “Hate to disappoint you but I’m nothing to him.” These must be the witches he pissed off.

“Well, why are you so fragrant with his scent then?”

You tried to point at her, “That’s none of your business.”

She cackled, “Oh it is, hunter.”

Oh so everyone knew who you were. You smiled at her – you were famous it seemed, “You think he’ll come to save me?” It was your turn to laugh, “you’d be better off killing me.” It wasn’t the way you wanted to go but the Yeonjun plan was out the window.

She raised a brow with curved lips, “Funny you say that-“

Changbin bust through the only door in the room – coming in hot like the koolaid man. “I see you’re toying with my playthings now,” he looked to you then back to the witch, “what the fuck did you do to her?”

You didn’t realize until he said something but from where you touched your face, there was blood on your hands.

“You killed my girlfriend, did you think I wouldn’t teach you a lesson?”

He scoffed, “Bitch I’ll teach you a lesson. Your people started this don’t you remember? Your slut sister posing as a human and luring my brother for no reason.”

Rolling her head back and forth, she cracked her knuckles. “A life for a life,” was all she said until Changbin grabbed her by the neck and smacked her against the concrete wall.

“You did what?” He screeched, having read her mind.

A smile played on her lips, “The poison won’t take long to spread. Maybe you’ll learn not to mess with those more cunning than you.”

He didn’t hesitate in releasing his claws, “Y/N, don’t look,” he pleaded but you saw the claws and that alone was enough to cause you to start to shake. You were paralyzed once again and you couldn’t control your breathing. Erratic and frantic, your breath was escaping your lungs at all different speeds.

The sound of Changbin ripping her heart out rung in your ears. It took you back. Your parents, your trauma. It all began to consume you.

Changbin covered in blood was at your side, ripping the shackles off. “Y/N, are you there?”

You couldn’t grasp reality though and you started to fade away.

“Minho,” Changbin said with relief before his voice turned dark, “She’s been poisoned.”

“What?” Minho screeched.

Your eyes had rolled in the back of your head, vision black and body limp but you could still somehow hear the voices around you. Even if they were like echos.

You felt someone touch you, feeling for your pulse. “We’re losing her,” Changbin panicked.

“Why do you care?” Minho spat.

“Why do you?” Changbin challenges.

A third voice chimed in, “We’re losing time.”

“And what exactly do you suggest, Felix? She’s been fucking poisoned.”

“She needs blood.” Blood? What? Why did you need blood?

You slipped further and further away, voices becoming muffled.

“Blood?” Changbin and Minho said in unison.

“She’s not full human, Minho-“

“No.”

“She’ll die then.”

“What about me?” Changbin asked.

Someone scoffed, the voices seemed to muddle together. “She’ll reject your blood.”

“Then do something!”

“Can’t your blood work?”

“She’s not my mate. Do you want her to die?”

“Fuck!”

“Just do it, Minho.”

You felt calm as soon as a hand snaked around your wrist. Any fear that had racked your skewed mind, floated away. Your breathing calmed but your vision didn’t return. Even though you felt calmer, you felt yourself inching further and further away.

And then you felt the warm liquid drip into your mouth.

Euphoria. You felt euphoric.

“Is it working?”

The room had been silent until someone spoke up. “I don’t even know if this will work on her. Vampires only have full blooded vampire mates. Never halflings.”

“I mean she did reject my-“

“Yeah, yeah, we know.”

You felt numb in the best way and your mind flooded with images of Minho.

Damn. He was beautiful.

You realized in that moment, your vision had returned and you were locked eyes with Minho himself. Why was his gaze so intense? Why did you want him to keep looking at you and touching you?

The had that was snaked around your wrist pressed down firmly, checking your pulse once again. “It’s normal,” Minho sighed in what sounded like relief. But with him, you couldn’t be sure.

Changbin – your mind moved from Minho to Changbin. Where was he?

“Right here, doll,” You were to weak for a mental block so you decided leave it be. He had already seen enough.

It took a lot of effort to tear your eyes from Minho to find Changbin’s but you did and somehow you felt comfort in them. Somehow, oddly.

Minho took a good sniff and looked at you in disgust, “You smell like another male again, slut.”

The unidentified man in the room threw his hands in the air, “Minho.”

You furrowed your brows at him but then the panic consumer you, “Yeonjun.”

Changbin walked over towards you, pushing Minho out of the way, “He had some heavy tranquilizer. He was knocked out in your apartment till I woke him up. I told him I’d find you.”

You grained. You lost your chance at an honorable death… hell you even lost this chance at death. It looked like you were going to have to do it on your own. There was no way Yeonjun would help you now.

Changbin frowned, while reading your thoughts but you just shrugged. What did it matter to him if you killed yourself anyway?

Other than those who cared for Minho, you only had one person to care for you and that was Yeonjun.

Was it selfish to kill yourself? You hadn’t even really considered Minho but it wasn’t as it he had been exceptionally nice to you – all he did was call you a slut.

“Well if you’re not going to die, I’m done here.” Minho grunted.

Just for a second when you opened your eyes, you swore you had some connection with him. Just for a moment, but now, he reminded you how awful he really was.

“I’ll take you home,” Changbin insisted. “We are in the middle of nowhere.” He looked sideways at Minho.

Minho shrugged.

You nodded. Somehow you had formed a alliance with the one who wanted to kill you versus the one who had saved you. The one you were destined for.

The world had been an odd place to be lately.

Once in Changbin’s all black Audi, he asked, “You want to off yourself now?”

“What other choice do I have?”

Changbin took one hand off the wheel. “Just because you’re not human doesn’t mean you’re the same as what hurt you’re parents.”

You flinched. It was weird for anyone to know about your past since you hadn’t really shared or opened up to anyone. “Minho has been assigned to my best friend. I don’t want to lose my humanity that way. I’d rather die. Before, it wasn’t so scary because Yeonjun could just kill me after I killed Minho. Now, Yeonjun definitely won’t kill me and I don’t want to die a death like that.”

“About that. Yeonjun isn’t going to try to kill him. Besides, the only one half capable to kill him is you.”

“And how do you know Yeonjun isn’t going to attempt?”

He grabbed your hand, placing your fingers on his temple, “Mind reader, doll. And speaking of, I’m not going to kill you either.”

You snatched your hand away. “And here I thought you said my heart was exclusive.”

“It is,” he hummed, “but I’ve recently decided to change my mind. I’m quite partial to you.”

You huffed, “Are all demons hot and cold?”

Changbin smiled, “I imagine we are, but I’m also a Leo and we tend to be that way.”

“Ah,” you said getting it, “so you’re possessive?”

“I am not,” he responded firmly.

“Then why are you jealous I had sex with a human instead of you?”

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the road, “How did you know that?”

You brought your hands up to your face, trying to hide your laughter. “Well you kind of just told me.”

He smacked the steering wheel, “Damn, I pride myself on being mysterious,” He trailed off, “Well, in that case, will you invite be up to your apartment?”

You clenched your thighs at the thought. Sure, Yeonjun had been good but Changbin was better and the thought of having him again was making you hot. Your cheeks flushed, feeling shy in the moment as Changbin pulled into the parking lot of where you lived. Your mind was spinning with thoughts of what the demon would do to you.

“Is that a yes?” He asked gruffly.

“Yes.”

You felt kind of dirty but you weren’t sure it was bad. You had just slept with Yeonjun hours ago, letting him cum inside you and had yet to shower. Now you were moments away from being happily underneath the demon and the thought made you clench your thighs more. The fact that Changbin didn’t even care just made things that much more hot.

You led Changbin up to your apartment as you shook with anticipation. Changbin was right behind you and you swore when you looked back you had caught him staring at your ass. He tried to play it off, but you knew better. The two of you just seemed to have this weird sexual chemistry.

The moment the door was shut and bolted, Changbin was on you, hands roaming every inch of your body he could.

Undressing you in what little clothes you wore, Changbin marveled over the marks he left on your skin, “Humans; you’re so fragile. It makes me hard,” he hummed. “You make me hard, Y/N. You’re so… sweet,” he bit down on your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth as he let you undress him. When his cock was free, you licked your lips wondering what it would be like to taste him.

“Oh that sounds nice, doll. Wanna get on your knees for me?”

“Please, Changbin.”

You needed it. Desperately, you had this fascination with Changbin’s cock and that wouldn’t be satiated unless you were to have your lips wrapped around him.

His simile was venomous. “You never have to ask. Fuck, you could have done it in front of Minho and I would have been ecstatic.”

Naked and already dripping wet from the core, you bent down to your knees in front of him. Making eye contact with his cock. You swore it was the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. Perfect in color and perfect in size, he even had two large veins that wrapped around him.

He looked down at you, eyes hungry. “You like what you see?”

Giddy, you nodded as you reached out to touch him. One hand wrapped around his large shaft and you experimentally pumped him. He groaned, deep in his throat the moment you wrapped your lips around him. You took him slowly, running your tongue along the underside of him, trying not to gag.

His fingers threaded into your locks, pulling you on him further as you hollowed your cheeks. You took him deeper, sputtering and choking when his tip smacked the back of your throat. You moaned as you filled you up. You attempted to take him deeper but you gagged so hard your eyes rolled back. Changbin pulled out slightly, letting you breathe before you took him deep again. You sucked as if your life depended on it even when there was drool leaking down your chin.

Changbin’s loud moans spurred you on.

You were in bliss and your swore you could cum just having him in your mouth.

Changbin pulled out of your mouth and delicately pulled you up from the ground. With one fail swoop, you were in his arms, legs wrapped around his hips and wet core pressed to his abdomen.

“So wet just from sucking my cock,” he groaned.

He carried you to your bedroom, which he appeared to have found following your scent. Changbin set you down gently on your bed before pushing you down into your satin sheets and smoothing your hair. “You’re gorgeous,” he bit his lip, “but you look even prettier with my cock nestled inside you. It’s like it’s meant to be there, doll.”

Lining up with your entrance, he pushed inside. He gave you a moment to adjust before he thrusted deep and hard. Both of his hands latched onto one of your breasts each and he grasped firmly. It didn’t take long for chants of his name to fall from your lips. He was so big, so warm. Reaching between your bodies, he rubbed your clit with tight circles.

Your eyes couldn’t leave his face. Just watching the way he looked while he pleasured you made you see stars. He was so dangerously attractive.

You couldn’t help but think how much Yeonjun had paled in comparison. Changbin was right, you’d never be the same. Changbin’s cock was what was consuming your thoughts.

“I love reading your thoughts,” he groaned, “don’t you dare shield them from me anymore.”

You didn’t plan on it.

“Cum for me, doll. I know you’re so close. I know it’s getting you off to fuck your soulmates enemy.” He leaned down, lips pressed against your ear. “That gets me off too. You could fuck him but here you are practically crying over my cock.”

And it was true, your eyes were watering. You felt stuffed full with him inside you.

He bit down on your neck, licking the sore skin in his wake as you came. Your vision seared shades of black as Changbin grabbed your chin and told you to look at him. The eye contact alone made your orgasm so intense and last so much longer that tears began betraying you and escaping your eyes. You cried out for him, nails finding purchase in his back. You swore you would leave marks on him at that point and while you didn’t care if he fucked around, you got off to the thought of someone else seeing the marks you left on his back.

“Mm,” he licked his lips, “Just you, doll. You’re all I can think about anymore. I’m all you think about too. I can practically taste your fucking thoughts.”

Your primal desires were screaming for him to cum in you. You weren’t sure why as you had adverse reactions but regardless, you wanted it so bad.

“You want my cum? I bet you’d love for me to breed you. Seeing you round with my baby in there would make me hard all the time.”

Your eyes rolled back. Yes, the thought made you hot. You’d love for Changbin to impregnate you. You barley knew this man – this demon. He had even tried killing you but yet, there was something about him that was irresistible. Was it that he was a lust demon? Or was it just the raging chemistry you couldn’t help but feel?

“Can you?”

He slowed his pace, “We’re incompatible. Even if I wanted to get you pregnant, I couldn’t. But don’t you think I won’t pretend that’s what my goal is,” he picked up his pace again, “Sure you want me to cum in you?”

“Yes, I need you to fill me up,” you cried.

Changbin came with a growl, slightly collapsing on you as his cum decorated your insides. It wasn’t long before your head started to hurt and the cramps hit you like a fire burning in your lower belly and stretching out all your muscles. The pain, was near unbearable but it hadn’t stopped you from letting Changbin do it for the second time. It made you sick to your stomach, nauseous as you ran to the bathroom with Changbin in tow.

He held your hair and rubbed your back as you heaved up stomach acid. Changbin even continued soothing you as you brushed your teeth once you had finished lurching and the pain began to fade.

“Do you not eat well?” He wondered.

You shook your head, “I don’t really have an appetite so I forget to eat.”

Changbin’s eyes told you all you needed to know. You didn’t have an appetite because you didn’t need food – you needed blood. You need to drink from Minho, after all the way his blood has healed you before was proof. But you didn’t want Minho, you didn’t want the man one bit. Not even if you had a minuscule second of a moment with him. You wanted Changbin, you wanted his blood.

Oh god. You were craving Changbin’s blood but there was the bigger picture, not that you were craving it from Changbin but that you were craving it at all. You had the urge to fight yourself, to push every thought away as much as you can because this had never really happened before. It’s like you had almost become more vampire since meeting Changbin and Minho and the thought had you whirling.

“Doll, slow down,” he said carefully. “You had your first taste of blood, it’s totally normal to crave it now.”

You felt hot tears decorating your probably red cheeks, “but… I’m human.”

Changbin looked at you with pity laced eyes, “Oh, Y/N.”

In that moment, there was no demon or half vampire. It was just two people as Changbin wrapped you up in his arms and comforted you till you fell asleep. That was the first time you had felt comforted in years. As a hunter, it was something you were seasoned not to need but as a human, or well, whatever you were, you definitely needed it.

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“Are you doing okay lately?” Yeonjun pressed over the phone after you told him about what happened with the witches and the poison. “I’ve been really worried.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see it, “I’m fine. What about you? You’re on probation for failing the Minho mission still?”

Yeonjun laughed nervously, “Yeah, no big deal.”

“You’ve never been on probation before. Of course it’s a big deal.”

He hummed, voice growing gruff, “If I pretend it’s a big deal, can I come over?”

It had been several days since you had been poisoned but that didn’t stop you from continuously seeing Changbin. There was just something about him that had you reeling and clearly he felt the same. Lust demon or not, there was a connection, you were sure. You looked over at his naked sleeping form, shaking your head. Yeonjun was trying to seduce you again and while the sex was good, you didn’t want to lead him on. He was your best friend, the only person who knew anything about you. The only person you trusted. And deep down, you couldn’t knock the feeling of how Changbin made you feel and how little Yeonjun compared.

You wanted to love him, you did. He’d be the easy answer. But he’d get hurt in the end because no matter how hard you guys would or could fight to be together, he was human and you weren’t.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you admitted.

His voice deepened even more, “You’re telling me you didn’t like it? You just get dressed up like that for anyone?”

Sighing, you started to get out of bed but a warm hand on your back stopped you, “that’s not it-“

You met Changbin’s eyes and with a thick raised brow, he gestured to the phone. You silently argued with him before he snatched it right from your clammy hands.

“Hey Yeonjun,” he said casually, “Are you asking for a threesome or something?”

You covered your face in embarrassment but yet, you did nothing to stop the demon.

“Why not?”

Changbin laughed. “I can show you what your noona really likes,” he taunted.

Changbin scoffed, “I can read her mind, hunter boy. I know how bad she wants me-“

“Bye Yeonjun,” you snatched the phone back And hung up quickly.

Changbin smiled at you, “You have an admirer.”

That may have been true but yet you couldn’t care less, the one you wanted to admire you was the demon laying in your bed.

Changbin puckered his lips and smoothed your hair with a gentle hand, “I do admire you.”

You tried not to roll your eyes. He didn’t quite get it. You wanted him to like you but he was just a lust demon. While you wished he liked you like Yeonjun did, you knew he wouldn’t. You weren’t even sure if you could like him like that. You weren’t the most lovable person. Changbin stayed silent at your thought, he was just trying to let you think your feelings through while he played with your hair. He was definitely reading every thought but you figured he was letting you have some sense of privacy and you were slightly thankful for that.

“Have you ever loved someone?”

Changbin froze momentarily before letting out a breath and continuing to touch you, “No. why?” He asked skeptically.

“I was just wondering if you knew what it was like.”

He nodded, “But wouldn’t you know better than I?”

Sighing, you began playing with your hands, “I love Yeonjun but not like that. I’ve never cared for my exes lol yet much. I was just thinking how nice love seems.”

Changbin hummed, “Sounds like it could be nice but I can say I desire to feel that way, I’m a lust demon, as you’re well aware. We aren’t exactly hardwired for love.”

His words were more like a warning than a statement and you made great mental note to heed every syllable. “I know.”

“I am, oddly, sorry you’re not a normal human. Normally demons aren’t subject to such emotions, but” he rubbed your head, “you have a knack for bringing emotions out of me,” shaking his head he continued, “But I was thinking that your connection with Minho may be what’s stopping you from falling in love I guess. Those soulmate bonds are deep… apparently.”

“I feel nothing when I look at him,” that was a bold face lie. You felt something, you just couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

He raised a brow, “Not even some sexual tension?”

You choked, “No, but I’m pretty sexually fulfilled for the time being.”

He smiled, teeth bright. “And I’ll continue that as long as you let me.”

“I don’t plan on telling you to stop.”

Changbin pulled your hands apart, “Good. I think we’ve formed the best alliance, don’t you doll?” His voice was smooth as honey as he held your wrists you noticed how he was hardening just from the simple contact, “Care to go again?”

You were on him in seconds, mouth wrapping around his hard cock.

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PIECE BY PIECE | minho first date series. friends to lovers.

pairing: minho x fem!reader word count: 6.2k genre: college au, mutual pining, fluff, angst warnings: drinking, referenced injury (very minor) summary: minho, on a drunken whim, asks you out on a date.

a/n: finally!! the minho part!! i’ve been sooo excited about this one since i first got the idea. i hope you guys enjoy! once again any and all feedback is appreciated, happy reading <3

“Dude, I think it’s clean.”

Minho looks up from where he’s scrubbing the counter, eyes narrowed. So what if it’s his third time going over every surface in the kitchen?

“Are you going to help me or are you just gonna sit there and make more crumbs?”

Jeongin’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline. He holds up his hands in surrender, the bag of chips in his lap crinkling. “I’m just saying. You’re acting like she’s never seen the place before.”

That’s the problem. You’ve seen his place. Minho has to stop the shudder that threatens to overtake his body at the thought.

“So you’re not helping? Great. Get out.”

“I live here!” Jeongin whines. “Why do I have to get out? You can’t banish me like this.”

“I can and I will. Now leave. I have two hours to make sure everything is ready and I am not going to vacuum for a fourth time.”

“Yes mom,” Jeongin rolls his eyes as he unfolds his legs from underneath him.

He stops just short of the kitchen counter, points an accusatory finger at Minho’s disheveled figure still hunched over an imaginary stain.

“For the record, Chan hyung would never do this to me. He loves my crumbs.”

Minho throws the scrub daddy at him.

🏠

The night it happens, all it takes is approximately three shots and a pep talk from Hyunjin for Minho to finally find the nerve to ask you out.

“You’ve got this,” the younger boy says, words slurred, his hands steady on both Minho’s shoulders. The bass thumps loud in the other room, drowned out by the walls of the kitchen until it’s nothing but garbled nonsense going in one of his ears and out the other, vibrations low in his chest.

“I’ve got this.” Minho repeats, the thrum of alcohol already spreading to his fingertips. He feels warm, light on his feet. His limbs are starting to loosen up and his insides are turning to jelly. He might even be floating.

“You look hot.”

“I look hot.”

“She’s gonna say yes.”

“You’re gonna venmo me twenty dollars.”

“I’m gonna venmo you twenty dollars.” Minho parrots before he can even process what he’s saying. Changbin, who’d been watching the entire thing unfold from where he stands with his back pressed against the sink, snorts.

“Wait, what the f—”

“Go get her!” Hyunjin screams, pushing him through the door of the kitchen with one last pat on the back, “And send me my money!”

Minho stumbles over himself, just barely able to stop in time before he goes crashing into a group of people. The living room is crowded: there’s furniture pushed up against the walls, bodies pressed front to back in the middle of the floor, a makeshift DJ stand in the corner where Chan is controlling the music from his laptop, drink in hand. Minho catches his eye from across the room, the glow of the LEDs reflecting off the toothy grin he shoots his way, dimples on full display.

“Hey!” Minho feels someone grab his arm, and he turns to find you staring up at him. “Where’d you go? You said you were gonna get a drink.”

Minho follows your eyes down to where you’re staring at his empty hands. “I—uh, well. I ran into Hyunjin and we took a few shots.”

The pout you give him does nothing but spur on the fluttering of his chest, his brain still hyper aware of the way your hand was resting on his elbow. “Shots? I want shots!” you whine, and Minho has to avert his gaze from staring at your lips when your pout only worsens.

“How much have you had?” he tries to ask over the music. There’s a shitty pop song playing, high pitched and wonky. If he remembers in the morning, he’ll make sure he berates Chan about his DJ-ing abilities.

“What?” you scream back, tiptoeing to bring your mouth closer to his ear.

Minho is only a man. A man who's been in love with you since the moment you accidentally spilled your coffee all over Hyunjin in the quad during freshman year. He remembers that day well, remembers the way your eyes went wide and your lips parted. He also remembers the way he wished it was him with the large wet stain on his shirt, that way it was him that was offered to have his lunch bought as an apology.

He’d never admit it, but sometimes really late at night, when the moon is high in the sky and he’s feeling oddly sentimental, he counts his lucky stars that Hyunjin had been in a relationship at the time. Minho doesn’t know what he would’ve done had he been forced to watch the two of you hit it off—some form of arson, presumably. Anything to take the edge off. But because of the fact that Hyunjin was not trying to have his head cut off by said girlfriend at the time, he invited Minho along as some sort of collateral damage. That’s when the two of you became friends. Kind of perfect if you ask him.

With the jumbled mess of butterflies in his stomach that he gets whenever you’re near him, and the threat of the alcohol slowly seeping through his skin, his brain short circuits the minute your breath grazes the shell of his ear. When your hand follows not long after, fingers gripping the nape of his neck to hold him in place, he almost passes out.

“Min? What’d you say?”

Minho is rendered completely useless by you. Absolutely ruined. Your existence has thrown his entire plan to woo you off course and now his mouth is opening and closing like a badly programmed robot. Pathetic. Nuts and bolts for brains.

By the grace of God (or some other higher being that Minho’s never bothered to believe in until this very moment) he finds his voice, but not before you’re pulling back with a confused look on your face.

“I asked how much you’ve had to drink,” he says, straining against the music.

A saccharine sweet grin that has him seeing stars spreads across your face, “Not enough!”

Minho is not an enabler. Never has been, never will be. There was one time, back in that fateful freshman year that also introduced the two of you, that he let Hyunjin get blackout drunk. A terrible decision on his end, if the earful he got from Chan the next morning was anything to go by. And as if that wasn’t enough, he was finding remnants of the resulting hacking session for the following week. So yeah, never again.

But while Minho isn’t an enabler, he is smitten, and the way your hand feels wrapped around his wrist as you drag him into the kitchen has his soul threatening to leave his body. He thinks that maybe he could do anything as long as you asked. He also hopes you can’t feel the way his pulse is rabbiting beneath his skin, right under the press of your thumb.

“There’s, like, nothing here.” you say as you rummage through the cupboard near the window, nose scrunched and a frown on your face.

Minho laughs, rounds the kitchen island to crouch down and open the cabinet under the sink. “That’s because you don’t know where to look,” he smirks, pulling out a fresh bottle of tequila. “Also, Chan hyung is greedy. He knows people like you will go scavenging his supply if he isn’t careful.”

“I resent that.” you frown, taking the bottle from him. “Besides, people like me deserve to have fun too.”

“Mhm, sure.” Minho says, grabbing a solo cup. He holds his hand out for the bottle, pours just the right amount before sliding it over and following it up with a can of coke.

“A man after my heart.” you joke, holding your cup up to him in a mock toast before downing it in one go. Minho watches with so much focus, fighting against the way his head spins. He doesn’t even know if it’s the alcohol anymore, it might just be the effect you have on him. Dizzying—you flip his entire world on its axis in the best way possible.

Minho’s gonna be seeing your exposed neck in his dreams later, he’s sure of it—it’s branded into his memory.

“That…is so fucking bad.” you giggle, holding your cup out. “Another one.”

Minho clicks his tongue. “I don’t know…”

“Pleaseeee Min,” the lilt in your voice sounds oddly familiar. Minho holds his breath just in case you—yup. There it is. There goes that pout again.

It’d be so easy for him to lean down and kiss it right off your lips. He could blame it on the alcohol, maybe, but then that takes away from how he actually means it.

He sighs instead. “It’s gonna cost you.”

“An arm and a leg?”

“What? No—I meant some water.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Three shots and a full bottle of water later, Minho knows you’ve hit your limit. Cheeks flushed pink, a dopey grin on your face, pupils blown wide. Even in this state, Minho is certain that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Anotherrrr,” you slur, waving your cup in his face.

Minho shakes his head. “No can do. You’re cut off.”

“Please,” you whine, placing both hands on his shoulders, “I’ll do anything.”

Minho, completely taken back by the sudden closeness of your body to his, freezes.

“Anything?” he asks before he can stop himself.

This is stupid. You’re drunk. There’s no way you’re going to remember anything in the morning, much less within the next thirty minutes. He’s pretty sure that you’ll lose control of all your senses soon, which is why he’s already texted your roommate Jiwoo to unlock the door so he can carry you inside. Nothing he hasn’t done before.

“Anything,” you repeat, eyes going cross-eyed where they’re fixing on the mole he has at the tip of his nose.

This is stupid. But then again, so is Minho. A big, stupid fool that blames everything on the fact that he’s so in love with you it hurts. This might be the only chance he gets to shoot his shot.

Minho takes a deep breath, says something similar to a little prayer that’s more like Hey, if anyone’s listening, help a guy out, and hopes that the twenty bucks he sent Hyunjin works.

“Go on a date with me.” he says slowly, wincing when your eyes snap up to meet his gaze.

Well, there’s really no going back from that. The only thing that could possibly grant him redemption now is banking on the fact that you don’t remember anything in the morning.

Minho waits with bated breaths, watches as your eyes search his for a long while. He waits for the anger, the disgust, the visible repulsion that he starts to think might happen the longer the silence continues.

He’s about to backtrack, quickly conjuring up an excuse about how Oh, haha, gotcha! when your hands suddenly drop from his shoulders. You grab the cup, your chin tipped upwards, and hold it out for him to fill.

“Okay.”

“O…kay?”

“Yeah. Okay. Pour me another one.”

The next morning, when Minho all but drags himself into the kitchen in search of water and something to soothe the throbbing in his head, he nearly spits a mouthful at Jeongin, the poor guy too busy eating his cereal to realize he’s gotten a front row seat in the splash zone.

Y/N [10:34am]

when do you want to do that date?

🏠

Are candles too much?

Minho has options: clean linen, lavender breeze, ocean mist, warm vanilla. He really just needs something to get rid of the smell of cleaning spray.

He thought that having a night in for a first date would be ideal—less pressure, no unwanted attention, a bathroom that he can run into when he starts to hyperventilate if you smile at him for too long. But now that it’s happening, he’s convinced that every surface of his and Jeongin’s shared apartment will scare you away if anything so much as looks off-putting.

Minho is, to put it simply, freaking out. All the other times you’ve been over to his place were on a completely platonic level. Movie nights with all the other guys in tow, dropping off food that you felt generous enough to buy every once in a while, one time because you’d accidentally worn Minho’s jacket home from a party and needed to return it to him.

But this is different. This is a date. Minho’s not dreaming—he already pinched himself a dozen times in the bathroom mirror, tiny red marks on the inside of his forearm to prove it. He’s going to open the door, invite you in, cook for you, and then proceed to resist the urge to tell you how beautiful you are for however long the night continues on after that. He can practically hear Jeongin’s laugh in the back of his head, sneering at how pathetic his inner monologue sounds right now.

He needs to find another stain to scrub.

By the time you’re knocking on his door, Minho has changed his outfit seven times. Sweats were too casual, a button up was too fancy. Should he not have done his hair? No, that’s just lazy, the way his fringe is swept up and out of his forehead adds a nice touch that doesn’t scream Hey! I’m trying to woo you! You’ve never been the type to be impressed by grand gestures and shows of confidence anyways, he knows that well.

One time, when a guy from one of the frat houses hired the campus quartet to sing a song for you in the quad as he stood there with big beady eyes and a bouquet of roses in his hand, you’d all but ran from the scene, Minho following close behind as you called out to him over your shoulder. It’s one of his fondest memories. As soon as the two of you made it around the back of the science building, you’d doubled over in laughter, the both of you in disbelief at what had happened. Minho has had that information tucked into the deepest parts of his brain ever since, saved just in case he needed it.

(Later that night, in the safety of his own bed, he’d laughed maniacally at the situation. Something about watching you reject another guy filled him with a sense of joy he couldn’t explain. He just hoped he was never going to be on the receiving end of it.)

He does a quick once over of the kitchen: double checks that all the ingredients are out, blows a speck of dust off the glass stovetop, spins the tiny floral arrangement he bought so that it’s sitting at just the right angle. When the doorbell rings, the chime bouncing off the walls of the apartment, he visibly pales.

He has to reel it in, to remember that it’s just you. You might not even be here with any intentions other than to fulfill your end of the deal; one date in exchange for the extra three shots he poured you the other night. Minho takes a deep breath, grips the doorknob with conviction, and decides that he’s determined to show you the way you deserve to be treated. The opportunity is there, and he’s gonna take it.

As soon as the door swings open, every nerve that had somehow crept its way into his brain disappears, the sight of you standing on the other side immediately sending the anxiety scrambling and replacing it with fondness instead.

“Hi,” you smile, and Minho sees images of you coming home to his apartment flash across his mind. After class, after work, in the winter when it’s cold and your nose is tinted pink, on rainy days where the ends of your hair are damp and you have a wet umbrella in tow. He could get used to it. He’s so in love that it hurts.

“Hey,” he breathes out, stepping aside to make way for you, “Come in. Are you hungry?”

“Starving, actually. Been saving myself all day since I don’t always get to have your cooking.” You hop on to one of the stools, your attention momentarily stolen by the flower arrangement. One point for Minho.

I’d cook for you every day, he wants to say. But that’s weird, right? So instead, “Well then I guess today is your lucky day.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” You say softly.

Minho can’t see you with the way his back is turned, hands moving to grab out the knife and cutting board, but if he could he’d see the way your eyes are staring softly at his back, the ghost of a smile on your lips.

Conversation flows easily after that, despite Minho’s original worries about it being awkward. You’re not necessarily treating it as a date, and he isn’t really either. It feels more like a glorified hangout, just the two of you spending time together with the added glances and smiles that normally wouldn’t be there.

Minho finds it easy to get lost in you. He finds himself craving to know more about your day, about the things that’ve been on your mind lately and the hobbies you’ve picked up. Most of the conversation is a continuation of stuff that’s fallen through the cracks during the times you see each other, but he doesn’t miss the way you ask about him too, your eyes shining with genuine interest. It makes his heart slam against his ribcage.

“How are your cats doing?”

Minho looks up from the cutting board, follows your gaze to where it’s fixed on the scattered pictures that litter his fridge. “They’re good,” he says, smiling down at a head of garlic, “My mom sends pictures all the time. She says they claw at the door to my room when they miss me.” He smashes the garlic under the knife’s blade by hitting it with the heel of his palm. “It’s cute.”

“You’re cute.”

Minho, in a very flashy demonstration of what it means to be cool, calm, and collected, slices his thumb mid-chop.

“Shit.” he mutters, dropping the knife.

It’s not that bad, just a little nick, the surprise was mostly what scared him. He probably doesn’t even need a bandaid. But despite how small it is, nothing stops you from hurriedly walking up to him and taking his hand in yours, his thumb held closely to your face for inspection.

“Are you okay?” You turn his hand over between your fingers, the soft pads of them against his calloused ones. Minho is dumbfounded, struggling to find the words to say.

“Yeah—um, it’s fine. My fault. I was distracted.” He stammers out, pulling his hand back and holding it up. He wiggles his fingers, making a show of bending and twisting his thumb that, at most, has just a small cut on the side. “See? Perfect.”

Your face relaxes, and then you’re laughing. Why are you laughing? Either Minho looks like a complete idiot or he’s suddenly the funniest person in the world for being clumsy and reckless and almost ruining the night by losing a finger. Whichever one it is, he doesn’t care, as long as he gets to hear that sound again.

“Let me help cook, please? I know you said you would do it all but clearly you’re a threat to the integrity of this meal.” You say, bumping your hip against his to move him away from the cutting board.

Minho scoffs. “I wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t catch me off guard.”

“So what? You admit that I make you flustered?”

Oh.

Minho wasn’t prepared for this. He wasn’t prepared for the—the flirting that’s clearly happening. You’re flirting with him, right? Why else would you have called him cute or given him that suspicious side eye after you asked that question?

You and Minho have joked around like this before, but it was always empty with no real feelings attached—as far as he could tell. You’re a naturally friendly person, getting along with others comes easy to you. He’s seen the way you talk to the other guys and has always just assumed he was no different in your eyes than they were. Sure, there were moments where maybe your hand lingered on his arm for a little while after he made you laugh, or the two of you would steal glances across the room. Sometimes when Hyunjin said something stupid you’d both catch the other’s eye and make a face, just another funny way of proving that you were both on the same wavelength most of the time. It’s kind of why Minho is so taken with you—he’s never met anyone that gets him the same way.

Reluctantly, Minho puts his pride aside and allows you to help. And as it turns out, you’re actually really good at cooking. Minho doesn’t have to instruct you much, and before he knows it you’re both working like a well-oiled machine, scooting past one another as you switch places between the stove and the sink, reading each other’s minds without even having to ask.

“Taste this.” You say, holding the spoon up to his mouth. Minho leans forward, front teeth poking out, and brings the spoon into his mouth. You cup your hand under his chin to catch any droppings, watching in anticipation as he smacks his lips together.

His eyes light up, big and brown and twinkling under the light of the kitchen. “Perfect.” He smiles.

“Oh you have—uh,” you stop him with a hand on his forearm just as he’s about to turn back to the sink, your other hand hovering next to his face hesitantly, “It’s just, um, your—here.”

Minho’s eyes go wide when your thumb swipes against the corner of his mouth, your touch feather light. It’s so intimate, the only sound being the music playing low from the speaker on the counter. He’s half convinced that you’re able to hear his heartbeat, blood pumping loud in his ears.

“You had some sauce…on your face.” You say shyly, your palm still pressed to his cheek.

“…Oh.”

Minho’s never really looked into your eyes from this close up before. He’s always known they were beautiful, the shape of them soft, full of nothing but the world. He can see himself in them from here, and, selfishly, he hopes you can see yourself in his, too.

He might be imagining it when your gaze flicks down to his lips for just a fraction of a second, but there’s no time to unpack any of that when the sauce starts bubbling over the edge of the pot, spilling on to the burner as loud sizzling and smoke fills the kitchen.

It’s chaos. The bottom of the pot is burnt and there’s only so much of it that’s salvageable. He only bought the exact amount of ingredients too, because this is a self-proclaimed no-food-waste household (as explicitly stated in the napkin contract he has with Jeongin, much to his dismay). So, hooray for conscious consumption of goods!

At the end of it all, there’s no one to blame. You’re both guilty of…whatever that was.

Minho tries to reassure you that it’s okay as he dials the number for the pizza place just down the street, simultaneously shutting down all your attempts to pay as an apology. It doesn’t matter to him, he’d do anything as long as it means he gets to spend time with you. At the end of the day, it’s another memory that he’ll hold close to his heart.

“Listen,” you say, swallowing down a mouthful of pizza, the both of you seated on his couch with a half-eaten box of pizza open on the coffee table, “I know you wanted to cook and all—which, by the way, I’m still sorry—but this is so good. However I’m sure whatever you made would’ve been better.”

Minho chuckles. “Stop lying,” he wipes his hands on a napkin, “I can guarantee you that whatever I cooked wouldn’t be as good as this anyways.”

“Stop selling yourself short, Min. You’re good at everything you do.”

The words fall from your lips so easily, like it’s something you’ve convinced yourself of long ago. Minho’s never been the type to bounce around from one thing to another, always choosing to stick with it until he has it down to a science. Cooking is one of them. Jeongin can attest to all the times Minho has berated him with tasting his latest dishes, chasing him around the apartment with a spoon. The words tighten themselves around his heart.

“I’m not,” he rolls his eyes, “But nine times out of ten, grease and mozzarella cheese are gonna win. I know that for a fact.”

You laugh, and the conversation gradually diverts into a debate about the top ten best greasy foods in existence. You’re heated, half kneeling on the couch with a finger pointed at him as you plead your case for onion rings, when your eyes go past Minho’s head and settle on the shelf of games in the hallway.

“You have games?” you ask, suddenly giddy with excitement as you hurry over to inspect the selection.

Minho watches with fond eyes, collects the plates and napkins to throw away. “Yeah, most of them are Innie’s. We don’t really use them. Sometimes when we’re drunk, other times when we’re bored and decide to wager money for fun.”

You hum, not really paying attention. Monopoly, Chutes and Ladders, some decks of cards, Uno—you scan the shelf until your eyes light up at what you find hidden at the bottom.

“Min! Can we play Jenga?”

“Jenga?” Minho asks, re-entering the living room. The coffee table is clear now, and he sits between it and the couch, his back against the cushion. “Isn’t that kind of boring? We have other stuff there.”

“It’s only boring if you play it the way it’s supposed to be played.” You roll your eyes. Minho turns to you when you situate yourself on the floor beside him and only momentarily contemplates running to the bathroom when your knee knocks against his. He’s been holding it together pretty well so far, however The Sauce Incident had him ready to book it if anything had gone further.

“Well how else are we supposed to play it?” He frowns.

“We make up our own rules.”

The pieces scatter across the wood of the coffee table, clacking as you diligently begin putting them together. “This is a date, right?” You ask, stopping for a moment to turn and assess his response.

Minho stills. He genuinely forgot the grounds on which tonight had even happened in the first place. Spending time with you makes him forget everything else. And, despite his fears in the beginning, being on a date with you has felt so natural that it almost seems like you’ve done it a thousand times before.

Your eyes meet. For a moment, Minho lets himself wonder what it’d be like if he went for it right then and there. “Yeah,” he says slowly, unblinking, hoping you can see the sincerity on his face, “A date. One of the best ones I’ve ever been on, actually.”

He almost cries out in victory when your face flushes pink. “Now who’s a liar?” You ask quietly, going back to piecing together the game.

Minho has learned something new tonight: he really likes seeing you flustered.

“Why do you ask?” he decides to cut you the slack, “Or what does this being a date have to do with Jenga rules?”

He waits as you finish the stack, your tongue sticking out in concentration. You’re so cute. Minho mentally pockets that image for safe keeping.

“Sorry, okay, it’s done. But basically, if we pull out a block, we get to ask the other person a question.”

“And if the tower falls…?”

“Hmm,” you think for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip, “Oh! I know. If you lose you have to tell me why you asked me on a date.”

Minho’s stomach flips. “Okay. If you lose you have to tell me why you accepted the date.”

Something unreadable passes over your face, but it’s gone in an instant. You hold your hand out for a shake, and Minho wraps his fingers around it gently.

“Deal.”

“Why are you taking all of the middle pieces?” Minho pouts.

The two of you have gone through a couple turns by now, throwing out random questions for the better half of fifteen minutes. Favorite colors, childhood foods you wouldn’t eat, the best memory you have from high school. Minho’s learned a lot, has fallen for you a lot more. But that was always a given. It’s impossible not to when he can feel the warmth from your body where you’re seated next to him, your presence overtaking all of his senses.

“Because I’m trying to win,” you laugh, putting your freshly pulled piece at the top. Just a little crooked, too. To piss him off. “Favorite movie?”

“Ponyo. Easy. My turn.”

“Seriously? Why Ponyo?”

“One question at a time, princess.”

He means it as a joke, really. He doesn’t even realize what he’s said until after the fact, the nickname making your heart skip a beat. Minho notices, the corners of his lips tugging downwards as he suppresses a smile. He manages to flick one of the side pieces until it gives way.

“What’s one thing you regret?”

“Ooh, getting deep I see.” You laugh, taking a sip of your soda. There’s a long pause, and then, “I regret spilling my coffee on Hyunjin that day.”

Minho’s brow furrows. You…regret it? He runs through all the possible reasons in his head. Surely it can’t be because you regret becoming friends with them, friends with him, right?

“Why?” He chances.

“One question at a time, princess.” You echo, laughing at his shocked expression.

You remove the last middle piece. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate our first date?”

Minho’s brain is going a thousand miles a minute. “A ten. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.” He says it fast, wastes no time in moving forward to remove his own piece. He doesn’t even notice that your cheeks have gone pink again, too busy itching to ask his next question.

“Why do you regret spilling your coffee on Hyunjin?”

Minho watches you, lets his mind wander to the worst possible thing you could say in this situation, and mentally prepares to book it to the bathroom.

You take a deep breath, “I regret it because I wasn’t supposed to spill it on him. I was supposed to spill it on you.”

Wait, what?

Minho blinks. “What are you talking about?”

This is humiliating for you. A terrible thing to have to admit. Up until this moment, you’d thought that this information would follow you to your grave. You press the heel of your palms to your eyes, “This is so embarrassing,” you groan.

Minho pulls one hand away. He’s not really sure what to say, mostly because he’s confused, but, “You can tell me.”

“I had…” you start, looking up at him slowly, “A plan. With Jiwoo.” Minho nods for you to continue. “I’d seen you and Hyunjin walking through the quad a few times, and I thought that you were cute, but I didn't know how to approach you. So I did something stupid and decided that I would literally just crash into you. But I fucked it up.”

I thought that you were cute. The words echo in Minho’s ears like a bell. All this time, all those stolen glances and lingering touches, all the ways you would make hope spike in his chest that maybe you felt the same—they were real.

“So you, wait—” Minho shakes his head, “So you’re telling me that all this time…”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, Min, really. All this time.”

Minho’s never been skydiving, but he imagines that this is what it feels like. Free falling—his soul hurtling towards earth at a horrifying speed, slamming back into his body right here in his living room with a force so strong it would knock him off his feet if he wasn’t already sitting on the floor. You were interested in him first.

Wordlessly, you lean forward, pulling out a piece with practiced ease. Minho waits with bated breaths.

“Can I kiss you?”

Minho feels like he might pass out. “Am I dreaming right now?”

“You didn’t pull out a piece.”

He scrambles forward, clumsily nudging a piece on the side that ends up sending the entire tower toppling over. You smile at him, soft and sweet. “Looks like you have to pay up with an answer. You know, since you lost.”

Minho doesn’t care. “Because I like you,” he breathes out, “I asked you on a date because I like you. I like you so much, ever since I saw you that day. And, funnily enough, I’ve always wished you’d spilled that coffee on me instead, too.”

The confession feels like a weight lifted off his shoulders. He’s spent so long pining after you, laying awake at night thinking about how this would go down if he ever got the chance. He never expected for it to happen like this, much less for you to possibly feel the same.

Panic slowly starts to rise in his chest when you don’t respond. He watches as you reach an arm over, build a small tower out of a few pieces, and then knock it over. You turn to him with a small smile, “Oops, I lost too.”

Minho is so in love with you that it hurts.

“I accepted the date because I like you, Minho. I’ve just been waiting for you to ask.”

He doesn’t think twice before he’s surging forward, cupping your face with one hand and kissing you with a tenderness that has you melting into his touch.

There’s no fireworks behind his eyes, no big bang or grand display of whatever it is that happens in the movies. But there’s a warmth, it starts out small in the center of his chest and spreads throughout his entire body, lights his skin aflame and travels all the way to his fingertips. You’re like that. A gentle presence, someone who worms their way into the very essence of his being and burrows into the deepest parts of him, like it was never his to begin with. Kissing you is slow, and deep, and right. He wouldn’t want it any other way. Minho doesn’t ever want to stop.

He lets his other hand fall to your waist, pulls you closer until you’re practically straddling him with his back against the couch, your knees on either side of his hips. Minho lets out a long, drawn out groan when you tilt his head back farther, his lips parting and allowing you to lick inside of his mouth. It’s so good. So good. He can’t believe he ever lived without knowing what this felt like; lived without ever having you this close before.

After a while, Minho reluctantly pulls back, holding you by the shoulders. When he looks up, your eyes are half-lidded. You look utterly debauched, cheeks pink and lips swollen from how hard they’d been pressed against his own. “We should probably slow down.” He tries hard to convince himself, too. “Talk about it all, you know? I don’t—this isn’t a one time thing for me. I don’t want it to be. I like you. I want you to know that.” He says softly, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

You lean into his hand, smiling when he flattens his palm to let your head rest there. “You’re like, so perfect that I want to kiss you until you forget your own name.”

Minho’s ears go red, his head falling forward until it rests against your collarbone. The feeling of his breath against your skin makes you laugh and run a hand through his hair, rubbing at the back of his neck fondly.

“This is gonna be so bad now that you say stuff like that.”

“Bad? No, I think it’s cute. You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” he whines, but there’s no bite to it. Not when he can look up and press a kiss to your lips. A dream come true. The entire world in his hands, exactly where it was always meant to be.

🏠

In the morning, when Jeongin comes back home, one hand covering his eyes just in case, he calls out,

“Everyone better be dressed! Or else I’m ripping up that napkin and making a new one with No fornicating on the furniture added into the fine print.”

When he doesn’t get a response, he rounds the corner, and finds the two of you nestled into the couch. Minho’s back is pressed into the cushions, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you nuzzle your face into his neck.

Jeongin huffs out a laugh, sends a quick text to Hyunjin that reads: Negative. Clothes are still on. But they’re so cute it’s almost sickening.

He snaps a picture to send to the group chat, grabs a piece of cold pizza, and retreats to his room.

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chan: AWWWWWWW

jiwoo: i’m gonna cry

changbin: dude is that the good pizza from down the street?

hyunjin: FINALLY

hyunjin: wait

hyunjin: does this mean i have to send back his $20?

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no nut november — lee know (winner)

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

a/n: part of @gimmeurtmi's and i’s collab <3

word count: 4.3k

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“God, that feels so good,” you whine.

Minho’s head pops up from between your legs and he grins, chin shiny with your arousal. “You close?”

“I was until you stopped,” you grumble.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says with a pout.

You push his head lightly. “You’re not sorry.”

“You’re right, I’m not.”

You roll your eyes. “Just because you can’t cum doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“I thought we were in this together,” Minho whines.

“You really want to deal with a girlfriend who hasn’t cum in a month?”

“Good point.”

With that, Minho gets back to work. He’s teasing you purposely, this time, dragging his tongue up and down your slit without staying in one place long enough to be effective.

“Minho.”

“Hm?”

“Please...”

“Please what?”

“Need more.”

“Use your words, baby- hey. Don’t squirm.”

He presses down on your hips to keep you still, basically wrestling you into place. You surrender to him but only because you know he’s stronger. Minho smacks your cunt twice, each time making you jolt slightly.

“Let’s try this again. Use your words to ask for what you want.”

“Can I- can I have something inside? Like your fingers or your tongue?”

“What about my cock?”

“What about it?”

“You don’t want my cock inside of you?”

“Of course I do, I always do. I just... didn’t think that was on the table.”

“Why not?”

“Are you really going to make me say it?” you groan.

“You don’t think I can control myself?” Minho accuses.

“No, actually, I don’t!”

He sits up, hand over his heart in mock offense. “You wound me.”

“You just get very... passionate when we have sex.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that once you start, you can’t stop.”

Minho narrows his eyes at you like you’re challenging him, even though that isn’t your intention at all. You don’t want him to lose on your account, but you can only resist your irresistible boyfriend offering you his dick on a silver platter for so long.

“I can’t believe you think that little of me!”

“It’s not that you can’t last, Min- we both know you can. You just like to... finish something once you’ve started.”

“Is that supposed to be a pun?”

You grin. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “You’re such a loser.”

“That you’re in love with.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky that’s the case.”

“And here I was thinking you’re the lucky one.”

“Oh, I definitely am. Listening to your terrible jokes is a small price to pay for getting to be your person.”

You push his chest bashfully. “Don’t get all cheesy now.”

“Why not? Can’t take it?”

“No, actually. I can’t. If you keep pouring your heart out to me like that I’ll die on the spot and then you’ll go away for my murder. “

“Worst they could get me for is manslaughter,” Minho scoffs like he’s brushing off the possibility.

“So comforting to hear when you have me pinned underneath you.”

He smirks. “Did you want to get fucked or not? I do have to work later tonight.”

You sigh, shrugging. If he was so insistent about it, you weren’t going to fight it anymore. You were only trying to do him a favor in the first place. His funeral and all that.

“Give it to me.”

Minho’s smirk turns into a genuine grin and he rubs your thighs in excitement. “I know you wanted something inside but did you want me to make you cum before fucking you?” You shake your head no. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just put it in.”

“So romantic.”

Despite the sarcasm in his voice, Minho scoots up so that his face is just inches above yours and kisses you deeply, getting you to moan so that he can slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like you, unsurprisingly, and like the strawberry jam you put on your toast in the mornings.

“Spread your legs a bit more for me, baby,” he whispers. You do, and he praises you for it. “There you go.”

One of his hands comes down in between your legs to rub your clit as he eases himself inside of you. The fit is perfect, like always, but the stretch is obviously a little more intense than usual.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute.”

While he waits, he just lies on top of you, ignoring your complaints when you tell him you can’t breathe. Then, you tap him on the back twice to let him know he can move so he does.

Minho isn’t one to jump right into fucking the life out of you, preferring to start slow and build gradually build the pace, and today is no different. He’s even slower than he normally is, being extra considerate of your disposition.

“You can go faster,” you urge him. “I promise I won’t break.”

You see him hesitate, almost like he wants to ask you if you’re sure, but he doesn’t. It’s something he’s been working on, trusting you to be honest about what you want in the bedroom, much like you’ve been working on telling him what you want in the bedroom. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”

You moan as soon as you lock your ankles behind his back, the angle already pushing him deeper inside of you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp.

“Atta girl. So good for me when you wanna be, huh?”

You nod, whimpering.

He keeps his fingers on your clit as he fucks you, wanting to get you to the edge as fast as possible. You assume he’ll draw back, slow down and edge you just like he had when he was eating you out a few minutes ago, but he doesn’t.

“Fuck, I’m going to- I’m cumming!”

You sob as it hits you, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck and pulling him close. He makes a sound of surprise as he falls forward into you but easily accepts his fate and begins to kiss and nip at your neck.

Minho’s still fucking you even after you come down, even though your legs are trembling and tears are staining your cheeks. He seems entirely unaffected by the way your pussy’s clenching relentlessly around him. Meanwhile, you’re falling apart every time the head of his cock nudges your g-spot. Curse his dancer’s hips and performer’s stamina.

“Think you can give me another one?” he asks. You can hear the smirk in his voice and it’s infuriating.

You don’t get the chance to respond before you’re cumming again, whining his name and biting your fist so hard you think you’ve drawn blood. It isn’t unlike Minho to fuck you into a second orgasm right after the first, he loves overstimulating you almost as much as he loves edging you, but it always catches you off guard.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts.

“Yeah, I just c-came twice.”

“You’re always tight,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.”

You snort and roll your eyes while Minho kisses your nose.

“One more?” he asks, rolling his hips experimentally.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan. “Yes, please. Please make me cum again.”

Minho tries to gently coax the third orgasm out of you, taking his time instead of fucking your brains out like he just had been. You can tell he’s getting close too. He’s trying not to show it but he has a tell that’s a dead giveaway every time.

“So good for me, letting me do whatever I want to you,” he pants. “So fucking warm and tight and perfect. God, you can never get enough of this cock, can you? Just have to have it all the time.”

“Yes, always!” you agree even though you aren’t entirely sure he’s expecting an answer.

“That’s my fucking girl.”

You cum unexpectedly, shocking both yourself and your boyfriend. It’s all Minho’s fault, really. He can’t say shit like that and expect you not to gush everywhere.

He tries to make the most of it by thrusting deep as he fucks you through the orgasm. You clutch him to you, digging your nails into his back as your thighs tighten around his waist.

The cries of his name and the pulsing of your cunt drive Minho right to the edge and he’s suddenly frantic, whimpering and grunting in your ear as he desperately begs you to say the things he needs to hear.

“Tell me you love me,” he whines. “Please, baby tell me you’re mine.”

“I love you! I love you, baby. I’m yours, I’m yours. ”

It hits him hard- body going tense, eyebrows knitting together, mouth falling open as he cums inside of you. He looks so pretty like that, it’s a view you’ll never get tired of. It’s almost enough to make you cum again. You can feel it, feel his cock throbbing as he fills you up. You hadn’t used condoms with Minho for a long time now, didn’t need to when you were taking twice the typical dose of birth control for your awful periods. And you had been dating for long enough that you could trust each other with something as intimate as this.

Minho gives you and himself a moment to recover before he’s pulling out and rolling off of you. He feels around for one of the washcloths you always kept on the nightstand and finds one, cleaning himself and your thighs off.

“I’ll wet go wet another one with warm water for the actual mess,” he assures you. “Don’t want to use a dry washcloth on that. Your PH balance is already fucked up enough after what we just did.”

You wrinkle your nose at him. “Can you not say stuff like that until at least twenty minutes after we fuck?”

“You don’t think it’s sexy that your boyfriend cares and is knowledgeable about vaginal health?”

“I do, but I don’t think I would classify the subject as bedroom talk.”

“Agree to disagree.”

It isn’t until you’ve both showered and are laying in bed together that you bring the bet back up. Minho still has about an hour before he needs to be at the JYPE building and he’s trying to spend as much of that time with you as humanly possible.

“Min, the bet,” you sigh.

“What about it?”

“You lost. You guys shook on it like... a few hours ago.”

Minho shrugs. “Oh well.”

You sit up, detaching yourself from him to give him a look.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re the most competitive person I know..”

He grins. “Thank you.”

“That wasn’t necessarily a compliment, but you’re welcome, I guess. I just mean you’re not even a little upset about being the first out?”

Another shrug. “Meh. You win some, you lose some.”

“Have you told them yet? What did they say?”

“I’m just gonna let them figure it out on their own,” he says.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.”

You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend as it dawns on you. “You were never going to play, were you?”

Minho smirks. “Oh, I’m playing. I’m just playing a different game.”

“I’m not lying to our friends!”

“It’s not lying! It’s just not telling them.”

“It’s called a lie of omission for a reason, Minho. Because it’s a lie. And what if they straight up ask me about it? What am I supposed to say then?”

“Just change the subject.” “Yeah, because that’ll work fine and not be suspicious at all.”

“Babe, please,” he pleads.

“It seems mean!”

“It is mean,” he agrees. “But it’s funny.”

“What if they all hate you after this?”

“They contractually can’t hate me. They still have to be in a group with me for the next two years and if we renew then even longer. Besides, this is me getting back at them for volunteering me to MC for Music Core. I was sick the day the representative came around to the company and they all recommended me knowing I wouldn’t want to do it because they thought it would be funny. Next thing I know, I’m in the audition room and they’re telling me I have to wear stupid hats and do aegyo every Saturday-”

“I thought you liked the hats.”

“They’re okay sometimes,” he huffs, refusing to admit what you both know to be true. “But it’s the principle of the thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, Mr. Drama King. What do I get in return for participating in your little revenge plot?”

“What do you want?”

“The rest of the SKZOOs.”

Minho purses his lips, holding back a scoff. The only SKZOO you owned was Leebit, obviously. You actually had a couple of Leebits around your apartment but Minho had jokingly banned you from getting any of the others because, in his words, he was supposed to be your favorite member.

“Having the others doesn’t mean you’re not my favorite,” you’d argued. “Do you want Leebit to be lonely?”

“Leebit doesn’t need friends,” Minho had insisted. “He’s happier by himself.”

You weren’t convinced but you also didn’t feel like arguing with your very stubborn boyfriend on the subject. You were content with Leebit for the time being- until now, that was.

“That’s really what you want?” Minho asks.

“Mhm.”

He sighs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Fine. Deal.”

You grin triumphantly and kiss him on the cheek. “Pleasure doing business.”

“You’re a menace.”

“And that’s why you love me. We’re made for each other.”

Your plan was to simply avoid the members and their partners for the entire month. If you didn’t run into them, you wouldn’t have to lie to them. Easy peasy. Right?

“Jisung did what?” you gasp, standing dumbfounded in the middle of your bedroom as your boyfriend gets dressed.

“Planned a surprise birthday party for me,” Minho repeats.

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s my best friend?”

“But... your birthday was last month. And how is it a surprise party if you already know about it?”

“You know he’s not good at keeping secrets. Or planning ahead.”

You sigh and put your hands on your hips as you watch Minho button his nice dress shirt.

“Do I have to go?”

He pauses to look up at you. “What do you mean do you have to go? You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that,” you explain, “I’m just worried about someone bringing up your stupid bet and having to lie to them.”

“I’ll do most of the talking,” he assures you. “Just stick by my side.”

Thankfully, the party Jisung had planned was on the smaller side. Only Minho’s closest friends were in attendance which meant that you knew almost everyone there. Han had admittedly outdone himself with the setup, too. You couldn’t even recognize the JYPE ballroom with all of the decorations and lights strung up everywhere. You told him as much when you saw him.

“If only the guy was actually surprised,” he grumbled to himself, “but thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

The ‘sticking by Minho’s side’ method only worked when he was actually by your side. Midway through the party, he excuses himself to go talk to one of his friends, leaving you to fend for yourself until he returns.

“Oh my god, I feel like it’s been forever!” a familiar voice echoes from behind you.

You turn to see Hyunjin’s girlfriend holding her arms out to you for a hug, and quickly reciprocate, briefly wrapping your arms around her in greeting.

“It’s been too long,” you agree.

“Where have you been?” she asks. “The other girls have been asking for you.”

“Oh, you know,” you mumble, “work has really picked up lately so I’ve just been swamped.”

It’s not technically a lie, you have been swamped, but you’ve also been actively avoiding your friends at the same time.

“Ugh, that sucks. It must be so stressful,” she sympathizes, then lowers her voice. “How have you been doing with... you know?”

Fuck.

You take a deep breath and swallow the guilt that threatens to claw its way up your throat as you scramble to come up with a bullshit answer. “About as well as any of us, I figure.”

“Fucking tell me about it,” she groans. “I nearly killed Hyunjin when he told me about it. I still might.”

You laugh. “If he goes missing, I won’t say anything.”

Suddenly, Minho’s back by your side, his hand resting on the small of your back. He greets Hyunjin’s girlfriend warmly. She wishes Minho a happy birthday and then excuses herself to go find her own boyfriend.

“What were you two talking about?”

“Who’s asking?” you ask in response.

“The birthday boy.”

“He has no authority here, sorry.”

Minho’s jaw drops in faux shock. “You’re really not going to tell me?”

“She just asked me how I was holding up through all of this No Nut November bullshit,” you admit.

“Wait, she actually asked you about it?”

“Yes, she actually asked me about it. Girls talk about this stuff.”

He winces and rocks back on his heels. “Damn, I’m sorry, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t fucking leave me again. What was so important you had to ditch me for in the first place?”

“I went to go say hey to that girl Jeongin likes,” Minho explains, nodding in her direction.

You look over to where she was now sitting with Jeongin and nod in understanding. “That’s her?”

She was one of the guests you didn’t know super well. You had only seen her at a few group functions and she mostly kept to Jeongin and some of the other younger members.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“What did you say to her?”

“I just thought she might be interested to know that her crush on Innie is mutual.”

“What?”

“She likes Jeongin back.”

“No, I know she does.” One of the other girls had told you about Jeongin’s little crush and how the two were practically shooting heart eyes at the other all the time but were completely oblivious. You just hadn’t been able to put a face to the name until now. “How do you know that?”

“It wasn’t hard to figure out,” Minho mutters defensively.

“But why would you try to meddle in their business? Shouldn’t you let them figure it out for themselves?”

“If I didn’t interfere they’d never act on their feelings,” he argues.

“And why did you decide to ‘interfere’ now of all times?” you push.

Minho smirks, knowing you’re on to him. “I think you already know the answer to that.”

You roll your eyes and shove him lightly. “Why are you trying to make him lose? You’re already out so why does it matter?”

“I’m just trying to keep it interesting!”

“You’re being an asshole, is what you’re doing!”

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

“Don’t change the subject!”

“What do you say we get out of here?” he suggests, completely ignoring what you’d just said.

“You can’t leave your own birthday party early!”

“Says who?”

“It would be rude, Minho.”

“Fine, then let’s find a closet or something.”

“You really want to fuck like twenty feet away from everyone you’re up against for No Nut November?”

He shrugs. “Who doesn’t like a little challenge?”

Jeongin loses next, then Hyunjin. Changbin follows not long after, then Chan, then Felix. All the while, you continue to have sex with Minho. He comes over a lot more often, fucking you in every room of your apartment and then falling asleep in your bed just to go again in the morning.

You can’t risk being at the dorms because neither of you are very good at keeping your hands off of each other, but you don’t want to raise suspicion by not being around so you drop by a couple of times throughout the month under the guise of bringing Minho dinner or picking him up for date night.

When the boys ask about you, Minho gives them the same excuse you’d told Hyunjin’s girlfriend about work. They don’t pry, thankfully, probably too intimidated by your boyfriend to invoke your name more than once every three to five business days. Minho could be a little possessive at times, even around the friends he’d known longer than he had known you, and that was working in your favor this month.

The other six having lost meant that Seungmin was the only one left standing. Technically, he had already won. But he doesn’t know that. Only you and Minho know that.

You expect Minho to tell him the good news as soon as Felix announces his failure, but he doesn’t.

“November isn’t over yet,” he points out.

“You’re just going to let Minnie suffer?”

“He’ll be fine.”

“He’s going to kill you.”

“Probably.”

Minho feels a little bad about having you lie on his behalf, but not bad enough to stop you from doing it. You’re just as much of a little jerk as he is, which is why he knew you’d agree in the first place. Sure, your moral compass is a bit more aligned than his, but that’s what makes you such a great pair. You’re there to reign him in when he goes too far, and he’s there to push your boundaries.

“You’re having fun, aren’t you?” he asks when you come back from a girls brunch all giddy and breathless.

You hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place to save yourself from lying to them all morning but Seungmin’s girlfriend had begged you to, seeing as you were the only two whose boyfriend’s hadn’t caved and therefore weren’t getting laid like the other girls were.

You didn’t want to leave her hanging like that, so you went. And now, you’re practically glowing with adrenaline as you recount the last two hours to Minho.

“I said that you won’t even touch me,” you exclaim, making Minho’s smile falter. “And that you’ve resorted to sleeping on the couch when you stay over so you don’t accidentally get too close to me in your sleep.”

He scoffs. “Did you have to make me sound like a total fucking loser?”

“Would you rather I have told the truth?”

“Okay, okay, you’re right. Thank you for doing that.”

You take a seat on Minho’s lap and hum happily. “You’re welcome.”

When the clock strikes midnight on December first, Minho’s surprised by the radio silence from Seungmin’s end.

“Do you think he’s asleep?” he asks you.

“Maybe he’s fucking his girlfriend into oblivion,” you suggest with a shrug. “I hope he is for her sake. Poor girl was desperate for dick.”

Minho isn’t really sure how to respond to that so he doesn’t. He just hums in acknowledgment and turns the lamp by your bedside off so that your room is doused in darkness. You pat his thigh comfortingly under the blankets.

“We’ll find out tomorrow, babe.”

“I guess we will.”

Seungmin doesn’t text the groupchat until the afternoon, hours after Chan’s texted asking who won. Minho shows you the texts and you read over his shoulder as the messages roll in.

Kim Seungmin SKZ: lost an hour or two before midnight. congrats minho.

Lee Felix SKZ: minho won??? Why am i not surprised at all lol

Hwang Hyunjin SKZ: I think we all saw this coming.

Hwang Hyunjin SKZ: pun intended.

Bang Chan SKZ: so where are you going to take your gf?

Minho: actually, you all should congratulate Seungmin.

Bang Chan SKZ: what?

Hannie: what? did you lose yesterday afternoon or something?

Seo Changbin SKZ: ???

Minho: I was the first to lose.

The groupchat is silent for a single beat before it starts blowing up with messages from all of the members furiously cursing Minho out. He laughs as he scrolls through them.

Bang Chan SKZ: all in favor of voting lee know out of the group?

Kim Seungmin SKZ: i think it’s unanimous.

Minho: Relax, Minnie. You won. You’re getting the trip.

Kim Seungmin SKZ: RELAX? YOU’RE GOING TO TELL ME TO FUCKING RELAX??? I COULD HAVE BEEN FUCKING MY GIRLFRIEND THREE DAYS AGO AFTER FELIX LOST BUT NOOO YOU THINK YOU’RE SO FUNNY MAKING THE REST OF US LOOK LIKE IDIOTS

Yang Jeongin SKZ: i mean it is kind of funny

Hannie: you’re not mad innie?

Yang Jeongin SKZ: i was out second... or i guess technically third so i was never going to win anyway. minho got me a girlfriend out of this so i can’t really complain too much

Minho: Listen, I’m happy to be the sole contributor to Minnie’s vacation since I was the one to orchestrate all this. The rest of you can donate to that nonprofit we talked about at the beginning of the month. I’ll make a donation too obviously but don’t worry about the trip.

Kim Seungmin SKZ: I don’t want your pity money

Minho: it’s not pity money, it’s sorry for being an asshole money

Seo Changbin SKZ: if he doesn’t want it, i’ll take it

Kim Seungmin: don’t you fucking dare

Minho: anyway, if you guys are done bitching I’m going to go spend some time with my girlfriend now. I hope you’ve all learned your lesson.

Hwang Hyunjin SKZ: our lesson???

Lee Felix SKZ: wym?

Bang Chan SKZ: oh don’t tell us you’re still mad about that

Minho: not anymore. we’re even now.

Minho puts his phone down on the counter as soon as it starts to ring with a call from Seungmin. He swipes the decline icon and turns his attention to you.

“Was it worth it?” you ask.

He opens his mouth to answer but his phone rings again, cutting him off. It’s a call from Chan this time. He declines it and turns the phone off completely so that no one else can bother the two of you.

He leans forward and kisses you hard, taking your bottom lip between his teeth as his hands settle on your ass.

“Was it worth it?” he repeats, smirking. “I’d do it again in a fucking heartbeat.”

sorry again for the wait- as you all know i've been going through a lot lol

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 2 days

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Fiance!skz vs your wedding dress 🤍✨

Tw:pregnancy

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

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Look at my cat (he might bite (if he feels like it))!

Random Minho gifsets [1/∞]

#bystay #createskz #stray kids #lee know #minho #*m.gif #analook #kpopccc #malegroupsnet #*minho #yes I'm starting a random minho sets series on here cause I need it

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agendratum · 4 months

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lee know's underappreciated dad jokes collection (1/?)

translation and joke explanation credit to straykidscrumbs

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sanakimohara · 3 months

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Minho coded relationship:

“You’re so mean you know that right?” Gf 🤝 “Then why are you blushing and getting so wet for me?” Bf

A very dynamic duo if you ask me…

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Lee Minho Fic Recs (2020)

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P.S.: Please let me know if any of the links aren’t working

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

♡ - personal favourite

* - newly added

Stories by Year:

2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024

Oneshots:

⇢ A Promise Well Broken (6.2k) - (a, f) » best friends to lovers

⇢ All I Want For Christmas (5.4k) - (f) » enemies to lovers

⇢ And They Were Roommates (11k) - (f, s) » best friends to lovers

⇢ Apologies in Advance (6.4k) - (f) » enemies to lovers, secret agent!au

⇢ Coffee, Tea or Me? (1.8k) - (f) » barista!minho

⇢ Countless Skies Upon Me (16.5k) - (f) » fantasy, action, swordsman!minho

⇢ Danse Macabre (26.6k) - (a, f) ♡ » arabian mythology, action, royal!au, fantasy!au

⇢ Dripping (2.6k) - (s) » devil!au

⇢ Equilibrium (6.3k) - (f) » racer!minho

⇢ Expectorate (1.7k) - (s) » established relationship, mafia!au

⇢ Kinktober Day 4: Spit Kink (1.3k) - (s)

⇢ Liar, Truther (7.2k) - (f) » secret admirer

⇢ Too Early, but Not Enough (11.6k) - (a, f) » grim reaper!au, soulmate!au?

⇢ Untitled (9.4k) - (a, f, s) ♡ » friends with benefits, friends to lovers

⇢ Winner (6.6k) - (f) » brother’s best friend, racer!minho

Series:

⇢ The Songless Bird (7.9k) - (f) ✔ » mafia!au, royal!au

Main Story, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (Final)

⇢ What if We + Give It a Chance (13.7k) – (f) ✔ » friends to lovers

Part 1, Part 2 (Final)

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 11 months

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Sugar and Spice : Epilogue

Word Count : 1.6k

Warnings : swearing, food mention, mentions of cheating, mentions of divorce, mention of sex, pregnancy

A/N : And that's a wrap! Thank you everyone who stuck around for this wild ride. I hope you enjoyed it! Also! Keep a look out because within the next few days, there will be an epilogue part 2. It will be an optional read as it will be a smut piece written by the lovely @maeleelee. The masterlist for my next series will be out shortly!

“Would you do it again?”

“With no hesitation.” It was the easiest question she answered. Of course she would. Even with all the knowledge she has now, knowing the guy she was slowly falling in love with was married. Knowing that Seungcheol would go off the rails. Knowing that her hopeless crush on her best friend was reciprocated. She would jump head first into the relationship with Minho.

If at the end of it all she ends up exactly where she is, married with a son and a daughter on the way, she would do it all again. Exactly as she did it before so she doesn’t risk losing the future she so helplessly fell in love with.

She would fall in love with Minho exactly as she did before. She would allow herself to pretend he wasn’t married, like she was the only woman in his life. She would make him jealous with Joshua and Seungcheol just as she did before. From start to finish she would do it again, as many times as it takes to live out this future.

Minho felt the exact same way. He would do anything to end up right here, Y/n by his side, his son in his arms, his daughter on the way. This life was a dream come true, something he thought was so far out of reach, but how it’s in his grasp.

Guilt of what he did set in the night before the wedding, but it was the same woman he felt guilty for hurting to talk him out of his head. Mi-sun reassured him that everything was okay, told him that he worked hard to get Y/n, he shouldn’t let her go. She reminded him that she found happiness, she was in love, and she couldn’t wait to watch Y/n and Minho get married.

He said the only regret he has is not ending things with Mi-sun sooner. Leading her on for months before leaving her for someone else. If it meant still ending up with Y/n, Minho would change that. He’d let Mi-sun go so she could find someone that loves her the way Minho loves Y/n.

Mi-sun too would do it all over again if it meant she met Joshua. She would go through the pain of knowing her husband fell in love with someone else. She would go through the months of Minho drifting away from her. The divorce, watching Minho love Y/n in ways he never loved her, the revenge plot, mending Y/n’s relationship with Minho, she would do it all again. If it meant she would meet and fall in love with Joshua, the pain and hurt she went through is nothing.

“You know, we never had a honeymoon after we got married because our son was too young.” Minho softly spoke in her ear, wrapping his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss on her cheeks as he swayed them side to side.

“I’m aware. Why are you bringing that up now?” She giggled, leaning back in his hold. He tightened his grip as to not let her fall.

“Our first wedding anniversary is coming up. And now that Jungwoo is a year old, my parents said they have no problem watching him for a week or so. So I was thinking we could have our honeymoon for our anniversary.”

“Are you serious?” Y/n asked, turning around in his arms to look at his face. He stopped swaying and looked at her with a smile.

“I’m serious. I’ve been planning it with my parents since his first birthday.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. “I’m guessing you like the plan?” He chuckled, brushing the hair out of her face, smiling at the way she looked up at him with stars in her eyes, the same look he looks at her with.

“I love it.”

“Listen I know it was my choice to stay here after Seungmin moved in with Felix, but can we please leave the PDA to a minimum.” Jeongin said as he walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.

“I always forget about our oldest baby.” Minho jokes, going over to Jeongin to ruffle his hair. Jeongin used to duck away, but after so many times of Minho doing it, he’s grown used to it. Accepting it with a roll of his eyes and a heavy sigh.

“You’ll have the house to yourself for a week next month.” Y/n tells Jeongin who snaps his head towards her.

“Where the fuck are you two going without me?” He asked, his actions completely frozen as he stared at the couple.

“On our honeymoon.” Minho answered with a chuckle. Jeongin placed the stuff in his hands onto the counter before crossing his arms and staring at them. “My parents will be taking Jungwoo so you don’t have to worry about babysitting.”

“You’re taking my brother away from me?!”

“Did you really want to babysit for an entire week?” Y/n asked, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. He pouted as he said no. She walked over to him, holding his face in her hands and making him look at her. “We’ll only be gone a week and then we’ll be home.”

“Is it because you’re sick of me? I’ll move out!”

“Oh baby boy, we could never be sick of you. This is as much your home as it is ours, okay?” She wrapped her arms around him, reassuring him that their trip had nothing to do with him, promising him they’ll bring back gifts for him. And just like that, everything was falling back into place.

It was a wild ride to get to where they are. Months of mistakes and lies all leading up to everyone’s happily ever after.

Minho and Y/n are happily married, their family already started with another child on the way. She never thought she’d get to be the wife, prepared herself to always be the side piece, hidden in the shadows. But Minho proved her wrong, proved to her that he’s just as in love with her as she is with him. A dream come true kind of love.

Jisung came clean to Nari, spilling all his dirty secrets, laying everything out on the table, apologies spilling from his mouth as he cried. He didn’t want to lose her, he really did love her, but the guilt was eating at him. Every time she mentioned how all his friends found true love by cheating on their wives and Jisung stayed loyal, he died a little inside. But Nari just laughed, telling him she already knew. She was just waiting for the day he’d come clean. She was angry at first, hurt, heartbroken. But she saw the effort Jisung made and decided to forgive him just this once, forget it ever happened, and continue living happily. A forgiving type of love.

Mi-sun and Joshua fell in love faster than they ever imagined. It was like one second they were getting to know each other, and the next they were planning their future. She finally understood what Minho meant when he said he had never felt like this before. The difference between loving someone and being in love with someone looks very small but feels huge. He never thought he’d move on from Y/n, accepted that he’d always be wrapped around her finger, but meeting Mi-sun changed everything for him. He learned the different between being in love and being obsessed. A second chance kind of love.

Hyunjin and Changbin got engaged. Their wedding invitations were just as extra as they were, and no one expected differently. Hyunjin honestly never imagined himself in a committed relationship, ready to live the rest of his life as a sugar baby with Y/n by his side. He’s not sure when he fell in love with Changbin, but he did. Changbin on the other hand, knew exactly when he fell in love with Hyunjin. He’ll tell the story at their wedding. Long before their first date when Hyunjin was nothing more than a sugar baby, Changbin looked at him and he just knew. A knowing type of love.

Felix and Seungmin moved in together. Seungmin was ready to move into Felix’s house he once shared with his wife, but Felix refused. He told Seungmin that house was full of lies from his straight persona. He wanted to start new somewhere else, be his true authentic self. Seungmin honestly didn’t care where they lived, he was just happy to be with Felix. And Felix’s parents eventually got over the fact that he left his wife for a man, both coming to absolutely adore Seungmin. An authentic kind of love.

Chan and Jeongin continued living as the only single ones in their group, happy that they didn’t need to go through the emotional rollercoaster all of their friends did. They know love will find them when it’s time. For now, they’ll continue to have fun.

As for the ex wives of Felix and Changbin, they went on to find their happy ending as well. Hei eloped with her boyfriend in Vegas, and Areum came to terms with the fact that she didn’t like men. Watching her ex husband be his true self with his boyfriend made her realize that she can find love being herself as well. True love is worth the risk.

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rile you up | lee Minho (xo kitty)

You’re Minho’s latest form of entertainment and he cannot just get enough of riling you up.

Genre: romcom, slice of life, school!au, minho is a little dick

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“Fuck you, Minho.”

“What a ray of sunshine you are on this fine day.”

You grit your teeth together, almost grind them to nothing, and repeat the words with even more conviction, “I said fuck you.”

”Watch that tongue sunshine, might fall out if you’re not careful,” Minho’s grin just widens at the way your eyes have narrowed into slights. If looks could kill, he would’ve been shot int he head twice, revived, and shot once again. But thankfully for him, your narrow-eyed stare is nothing scarier than a cute kitten ready to take her claws out.

It’s a boring, rainy and muddy Wednesday afternoon and you really don’t want to be here, in English Lit, listening to professor Lau drone on and on about love and friendship in the verses of Lord Byron’s poems and how, if you read in-between the lines and analyze the intonations, the words, the onomatopieas, you’ll find a much deeper definition of Lord Byron’s feelings.

And Minho sitting right beside you is not making it much easier.

“You’ve got a pimple growing on your left cheek,” Minho squints at your face as you turn away, cupping your face with your hands as your eyes find the lock tick, tick, ticking at the far end of the classroom. Thirty more minutes of this torture.

“Can you just stop hyper-analyzing me like I’m some kind of lab rat?I’m really not in the mood for this right now.” You snap back.

“Woah,” Minho sighs before he shakes his head, “you really did wake up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

“And you, my friend, need to mind your own business.”

“Minho and Y/N.”

Professor Lau’s voice causes both of them to wince, physically, before looking up to see the said old man with bespectacled glasses, the book of poems in his hand and his eyebrows raised as though he expected better.

If you’re being honest, you really do enjoy Professor Lau’s classes, normally. Normally.

But not today. Today, you’re having a completely off day. You woke up late, you couldn’t sleep at all last night, and all the coffee had run out by the time you’d made it to campus. Your grades are suffering and you’re currently trying to ploughing through all the assignments without drowning.

And the worst of it all, you miss home.

You miss your mom. You miss your family, your brother with whom you would fight with at every occasion and play Mario kart with. You missed your grandma, your aunts, the food they cooked, the shared laughter, the smiles…

You’re in so deep in your thought process that you haven’t even registered that Professor Lau is telling you off until he calls for your name that brings you back to attention.

“—yes?” Your eyes flit up to Professor Lau’s and a wave of emotion suddenly takes its toll on you. You try hard to blink back the sudden burn of tears at the corner of your eyes, crawling up your throat.

“I was expecting better of your behaviour, miss Y/N,” he says, pointedly looking between you and Minho with pursed lips, “in my office after class. You’re up for cleaning duty.”

Great. That’s exactly what you need. After everything.

Fucking. Great.

———

“These pretty hands cannot clean,” these are Minho’s first words as the rest of the class files out to leave you two alone on cleaning duty and as you had predicted, there are papers all over the place, test papers and pens and pencils, “I’ve taken care of my hands all these years. I am not ruining it just to clean a classroom.”

“You are so freaking dramatic,” you roll your eyes, standing up to find the cleaning supplies that are stacked at the back of the class, in the storage closet, “let’s just get this over with and we can both move on with our lives and I won’t have to see you again for the rest of this week.”

“What’s up your arse, dude?” Minho follows you, one hand leaning on the doorframe as you start pulling out the duster, the cleaning rags and the shiny new broom that Professor Lau is currently obsessed with, “you’ve been acting really weird.”

“What?” You scoff, proceeding to hand him the broom because you know he’s never going to be the one on his hands and knees cleaning the floors, “I’m not. I’m just tired.”

“No, you’ve been acting off all week. You’re all snappy, your dark circles are so prominent you look like a walking zombie and you keep asking me to go fuck myself,” Minho rolls his eyes, “also, how do you use this?”

“Jesus chri—“ you make a move towards him, grabbing the hand holding the broom while struggling to circle his back and grabbing the other, “you keep that thing steady, then you brush the dirt from this one—“ you grip his hand and shuffle it over the floor in a sweeping motion, “until it goes into the pan. Got it?”

It's only then you realize the warmth emanating from Minho's back. If you move a little closer, you could press your cheek against him. He smells like something citrus and fresh mint and man.

Somehow, it makes goosebumps explode all over your skin. You step back abruptly, noting the heat searing through your palms where you had touched him just as he turns to face you, "you seem to be a natural at this. Why don't you do it?"

"I'm gonna take care of the floors," you're glad for the distraction that comes in the form of the rag, for there's a knot of heat in the middle of your chest and you're not quite sure how to deal with it, "let's just get this over with."

There's a long moment of silence as both of you focus on your tasks, which helps to calm down your nerves. Somehow, the sound of Minho's brush is conforting to hear.

Until he speaks up, "so you're gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Why should I tell you, of all people?"

"Because there's nobody else around and seeing you all mopey makes me actually feel bad for you."

You wipe off the dusty corner by the teacher's desk, "Do you have any ounce of decency in you somewhere?"

"Not when you're involved," Minho snickers.

You whip around, throw the balled-up rag at him and smirk in satiafaction when it hits him square in the head, "ow--what the fuck, Y/N?!"

Glad that you managed to piss him off, you turn and continue, "oops sorry. My hand slipped."

It's not ultimately Minho's fault that you're more anxious, more easily irritated than usual. So you can't really take it out on him. But he doesn't make it any easier either.

Thankfully, the rest of the cleanup goes smoothly as butter and he parts ways with the excuse that he needs to go find his aupposed lunch date, to which you merely rolles your eyes and headed for the dining hall alone.

It doesn't normally bother you to be alone. On the contrary, you relish in those silent moments of freedom without having to hear an earful from Kitty and Q, or having Yuri complain about yet another one of her life's family miseries.

But as you find a vacant seat by the door, you can't help but suddenly feel a little small in a room full of people who seem to be right where they should be. And something in your heart constricts and clenches so hard it causes a soft sob to die at the back of your throat.

You grip your spoon a little tighter and bite down so hard on your lip that you feel the tangy taste of blood.

It feels lonely.

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You're kind of sick.

Not physically sick.

Just sick of hearing christmas carols ringing all over campus. Sick of smelling hot chocolate in the air, sick of seeing luggages being dragged on vacation.

Sick of being here.

For an international student, returning home for Christmas was never an option. The airplane ticket is too expensive for your familt to afford, and you wouldn't ever impose that on them. But if you had to admit to that selfish part of you; you wished you were privileged enough to get to fly out at every chance you got.

Alas, that is not the kind of life that you live.

So when the doorbell rings at seven-thirty in the morning on Christmas Eve, you're more than surprised to find none other than Minho standing by your door with his hands in his pockets.

"Wh--Yeah? What do you want?" You frown upon noticing the lack of luggage behind him. Knowing Minho, he packed like a diva.

He hums and peeks inside your flat, causing you to shuffle into his peripheral vision, "what do you want Minho?"

"You're not packed."

"Wise observation, smartass."

He brushes past you and strides inside, taking his shoes off casually by the door, "why not?"

"None of your business."

He throws you an exasperated look, "you gonna keep being like this?"

"I don't know, are you gonna keep annoying the hell out of me?"

He can't help the grin that spreads over his face at that, "you're fun to mess around with."

"Well for your information, it's not fun. Not for me," you don't hesitate to walk over before grabbing onto his arm and tugging over to the door, "really. I'm fine. Now leave."

"I'm surprised you're not going home for Christmas," he continues as you're pushing him out of the door.

It stings, "why?"

"International kids usually do," he folds his arms, proceeds to lean into the open doorway and you got another whiff of his scent, "what? Daddy didn't want to pay for you this time?"

"My dad died. Two years ago."

There's surprise first, that flashes through his eyes. Then realization slowly dawns.

There’s some kind of weight in your chest. Like your heart has just broke.

"What?" You laugh but it's dry and twisted, "cat got your tongue? Too shocked to speak? Poor little Y/N, who doesn't have a father to pay off her credit card bills, right?"

"I didn't know--"

"Of course you didn't. You never asked."

"I'm--" he swallows, looks away, "—sorry."

You scoff, "don't. It's okay. I've been over it for the past two years."

It's not what he says but rather the way he looks at you that makes your insides shrivel up with dread and fear and the idea that he'll never look at you the same way ever again.

Because the thing is, no matter how much Mjnjo teases you, bullies you into oblivion, you do enjoy the attention, the banter. It's almost as if it's better than just being ignored altogether.

And amidst all his teasing and his annoying personaity, there are bite and smidges of Minho's kindness smattered in-between, flecks of tenderness that makes your heart soar, your brrath

To have such a man look down at you, pity you, makes you want to be sick.

"Y/N--" you cut him off before he can even try to make it up to you, "it's fine, Minho. Just drop it--"

"Wha--I said I was sorry, don't give me that look--"

"I said drop it!" You swerve around on him, anger bubbling from deep within your chest as blood pulses through, rushes through you, "for one goddamn second, can you just leave me alone?! I don’t need this—this constant bullying of your part! It’s tiring and it’s just so goddamn frustrating and humiliating so will you just stop?!”

The shocked silence that follows your sudden outburst is heavy. If the tension had been thick before, it’s now so hard you can barely cut it with a knife. You try to regulate your staccato breaths, try not to let your body take over your mind as you focus on breathing in, breathing out, breathing in. Breathing out. Just like that.

Calm. Like water. Like you’re a river that never stops.

“Just go, Minho,” your words are bitter. You can barely look his way, an overwhelming surge of irritation, guilt and hurt swimming through you.

Thankfully, the young man seems just as surprised as you are and leaves without even a backward glance. That’s when you finally cave in and allow your legs to crumble to your floor. Pressing your head against the door, your body instantly gives into the sadness that crumbles through you like used up tissue, soaking in all the tears that are suddenly cascading down your cheeks without restraint.

You cry yourself to sleep that night.

———

“Minho, I’m really sorry about my behaviour.”

You stare.

Your reflection stares back.

Shit. This doesn’t feel right. You close your eyes, exhale a soft breath, and open them once more only to find a set of familiar brown eyes gazing back at you.

It’s just the day after Christmas and though the majority of your friends were still off campus, you’re well aware that a certain Korean young man has decidedly stayed back because of his mother’s offshoot shooting commercial.

However, you still hadn’t gotten the guts to go back and ask him for a formal apology yet. Did you even need one when he’d been the one prodding you with a stick like he would with a nest of aggressive bees?

Oh well. You decided you’d be the bigger person and make the first move. As always.

So you look back to your reflection with renewed determination, take a deep breath before forcing the words out, “I am really sorry for my shitty behaviour, Minho, I should’ve—no,” you shake your head, start again and clasp your hands together for good measure, “I’m really sorry if I offended you in any way, I was hurt—no. God. I sound so pathetic.” You can’t help but curse at the mirror.

Inhale. Exhale. Deep breath. And you try once more, this time adding a small smile.

“I’m really sorry for everything that I said. I was being a bit insensitive and wasn’t in the right headspace—“ you break off with a frustrated snarl, “god! Why is it so hard to apologize to the dude?!”

“The dude’s standing right here.”

Shocked, you swivel around only to find none other than the said question in person leaning against your doorway, eyebrows raised and a semblance of a smirk lining his lips.

“M—Minho,” you feel like slapping yourself for sounding like a stuttering goldfish. Quickly, your hands smooth down your sweater, hiding them in the big bell sleeves as your eyes find everything — anything, to get off his face, “what—what are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you, actually.”

“Why?”

You’re still not looking, deciding that the faint crack in your dorm room is much more interesting.

Minho’s footsteps approach as he strides close, close enough that you get a whiff of his expensive cologne and restrain yourself from sighing out loud.

The bastard smells too good, you feel like crying.

“Why?” He scoffs, “isn’t it obvious?”

“Not really.”

“Alright. Fine,” you’re still not looking at him, which is why you almost jump out of your skin the moment you feel the gentlest graze of his fingertips at your jaw.

“Wha—“ you stutter, eyes flashing up to his on instinct.

Dark brown meets swirls of maroon. You almost lose your breath.

In the mid-morning light with sunshine falling over half of his face, Minho looks like he’d just walked out of some fashion magazine.

“What are you…doing?” You manage to murmur out. Barely.

It’s hard to concentrate when he’s right there, in your personal space, looking a little too dashing for his own good.

“You’re right. I was being a selfish dick to you two days ago,” his grip on your chin is firm, his dark eyes even firmer, “so I’m sorry if you took it the wrong way.”

You laugh, “wait—is Minho actually apologizing? To me?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“But this is a legendary moment,” you fake a mocking gasp at him, “I should record this right now.”

“Don’t make me regret it, Y/N.”

Chuckling, your eyes crinkle up as you allow yourself to roam over his features, “okay okay, I’ll stop.”

Minho fidgets and doesn’t say anything back. Weird, considering that he has a comeback for everything. You feel his hand drop from your chin as he takes a step back, lips pressed together and face looking like he’s uncomfortable being here.

Do you make him uncomfortable? It’s not a sight you’re used to seeing. Something tugs at your heartstrings but you try and ignore it.

“What is it?” You ask instead.

“There is…” his eyes dart away, “something I need to tell you.”

“About?”

His hand drops. Instantly, cold swoops in.

“About me. And you.”

You squint, “Minho I swear, if this is one of your stupid jokes again—“

“I like you.”

You blink.

He gazes back. His eyes. They’re gazing straight at you. Focused. Intense. Hot.

So hot it causes a flame to burst in your chest.

Wait…your mind backtracks, what?

“You—“ your mouth opens. Closes. Opens once more, "I'm sorry--what?"

His eyes answer in his stead. Dark orbs swirling with a depth that makes your skin explode in goosebumps. You realize, all too soon, how close you are, how -- if you want -- you can diminish the space between just with one single step forward.

"I like you," he says it honestly. Somehow, you relish in the way he says it. Clear and transparent. No inside games, no beating around the bush, "maybe more than a little."

You sense a but. "And?"

He rolls his eyes, "and maybe I just don't know how to show it."

"You mean, acting like a five year old boy who bullies his crush for fun because he likes her?"

"Something like that."

"Okay," you drag out the word in hopes that it will hide the way your heart suddenly skips a beat, the way your legs feel weaker at the knees, "so what--what now?"

"Well, that's the part where you tell me you like me back--" Minho catches himself upon seeing you raise a brow at him, "--or not. Your choice, your rules, doll."

Doll? You can feel the flame bursting through your chest and squeezing your heart. It aches so much it hurts, though it seems that your smile can't help tugging at the corners of your lips as you watch him and despite his seeming nonchalance about the whole matter, there's the slightest sheen of pink that gives him away.

Cute. Your brain chants.

"Well," you tilt your chin up in what you hope is a confident manner, "you normally take a girl out to dinner first."

"Is that a yes?" Minho smirks.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, yes I heard alright. Fine," he sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, "tomorrow night. Dinner. Be ready by six. I'll pick you up."

"Tomorrow? But wait I--"

"You better be there, doll."

And with that, he swivels on his feet and walk away while whistling a soft tune, leaving your heart flooded with a tide of mixed emotions that erupt through your chest and butterflies running along your skin.

---

Minho: I'll come pick you up by six. Be ready then. Wear something cute but casual. Nothing fancy.

Y/N: i like how you're telling me how to dress up when you're the one who's supposes to be wooing me.

Minho: oh you don't have to worry about that.

The way he replies so smoothly has goosebumps running along the back of your neck and you squeeze your hands into fists. You're still sitting on your bed, trying to digest all this new information as another flurry of messages burst through your phone, probably fron Kitty's latest reaction your news.

Kitty: what?! Minho?! And you?! He asked you out?!!! Omg how did I not see this coming!!!

Y/N: i thought you were a matchmaker.

Kitty: well YEAH before he went and ruined it!!! Anyway, what are you WEARING?!

Y/N: i have absolutely no idea. He said something cute but casual, so I'm guessing there's not gonna be any fancy dinners or anything.

Kitty: omg!! Minho and casual doesn't sound right. Maybe he really is trying to woo you!!

Y/N: should I wear shorts? Pants? A skirt?

Kitty: definitely no pants. Maybe that cute skater skirt you wore to Yuri's party last semester?

So you do. The skirt's baby blue colour contrasts well with the simple white tshirt you decided to wear with it, and throwing on a beige cardigan and some white sneakers complete the look. You add a small blue bow into your hair to match, and take one last look at yourself in hopes that you're looking exactly how Minho wants you to--

No. That's the wrong way to go about it. Minho likes you. Yes. You. Not the girls he's always so uses to seeing. You don't have to impress him.

That’s how you meet him right outside your door, with your newly-found resolve as you catch the simple white tee and ripped jeans, hair styled just the way he likes it, just enough to make every woman’s heart swoon.

His eyes do a once-over, “not bad, Y/N. You clean up nice.”

“Not bad?” You scoff, “I’m sure there are much better adjectives to use.”

He grins, “we’ll see.”

Minho brings you over to the Han river by electric scooter, with you standing in front and holding on to the handlebars as he guides you across the street even though it’s technically illegal for people to do such a thing. But with the wind in your hair and Minho’s warmth at your back, you don’t find yourself complaining.

“Han river?” You raise a brow at him as he parks and pays for his e-scooter ride, “really? So cliche.”

“The Han River is a classic,” he looks at you pointedly, “and I’ll have you know, I’ve never brought anyone here before.”

“Ooh, does that mean anything?” You wriggle your brows and he scoffs, looks away, “shut up.”

You weren’t expecting him, of all people, to be a fan of romantic gestures such as this. But when he parks his scooter in favor of walking alongside you by the trail — even with his multiple complaints about the dirt being too dirty and people needing to revisit their wardrobe fashion — you can’t help but wonder how much effort he’s putting into just being with you. Because knowing Minho, walking on crushed grass and having his shoes in dirt is quite a big deal.

“Look, do you want to be swooned or not?” He replies when you ask him the question, even looks offended that you’d dared ask such a thing, “I thought girls loved it when boys brought them here.”

“Yes I know that,” your grin is so wide that you’re surprised it hasn’t broken your face in two yet, “and don’t get me wrong. I love it, but I never thought you—of all people — would bring me here, of all places. It’s just not…”

“Not what?” He scowls.

“Just not you,” you confess, and then, seeing that his frown seems to take a permanent fixture on his face, you quickly add, “so the fact that you’re doing it…thanks. It means…something. You know?”

Heat springs through your cheeks at the sudden confession and you quickly look away, anywhere, but not before glancing at Minho to see that he has a faint smile dancing across his lips.

As the evening wears on, you get to talk about everything and anything; from worries about your future and the rigorous routine of adult life, about which game box is better and which restaurant serves the best korean noodles, which Minho argues does not exist, considering that every single noodle joint in Seoul is a pro in making them.

"We're the city of noodles and gimbap, obviously there's more than one good noodle stop."

"You speak like someone who hasn't tasted Uncle Cha's food yet. You know, the snack from across the road to campus."

Minho's nose wrinkles, "nah I'm good--"

"Oh no you don't," you grab onto his arm before he has a chance to run away, "nu-uh. Let's go get them right now, actually."

Surprisingly awed by Cha's cuisine, Minho has no other choice than to grumble out a faint agreement. It's no secret that it makes your day.

"But the environment--" Minho shudders, "I think I saw a cockcroach scuttling about in there."

“Oh yeah,” you let your eyes follow the wall and trail back up to him, pointing at his face, “there’s one.”

Shoving you playfully, he pulls out his tongue in such a childish manner you can’t help but burst out laughing.

You decide to take the walk back along the Han River even if it makes a detour, stopping by a coffee shop to grab some hot chocolate. The city lights now illuminate the city like stars scraping the earth’s surface and you can’t help but feel amazed by how beautiful the scenery is, with the wind trickling through your hair and soft music from busking sessions in the background.

“I’ve never actually walked along the Han River before,” you confess to him as you gaze down at the black waters sloshing against the river edge, “thanks, Minho.”

He has the look of a satisfied five year old child who got a gold star for his best behaviour, “you’re welcome.”

“Who knew you’d be the one to bring me here?” You jostle his shoulder playfully before taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

“What’s that you’re implying?” He frowns.

“That you’ve surprised me and my expectations.”

“And that’s supposed to be a compliment?” He looks horrified and dramatic, “you’re harsh, Y/N. I’ll have you know, I haven’t—“ he stops himself just in time for you to swoop in and push, “yeah? You haven’t what?”

“Nevermind,” he sips his own drink and you notice the way his ears have turned red.

You giggle, “tell me, have you gone on dates before?”

“Wha—of course I have! What kind of question is that?!” You keep on laughing and laughing at his face, shaking your head as you try and muffle your chuckles the best you can, “oh god—oh my god, you never have. It’s written all over your face—“

“You talk too much,” he mutters into his drink and turns away from you, ears as red as a fire engine.

You nudge him, smiling, loving that side of him that he’s never really shown anyone before. Because you all know the cool, confident Minho. But this, this side of Minho is uncharted territory.

And you’re all here for it.

“Why not, though?”

His eyes narrow as he looks back at you, “what?”

“Why haven’t you brought anyone out before?’ You fidget with your cup, glad that it’s warming your hands so you can busy yourself with something, “because I’ve seen you, with different types of girls. All the time—“

“Yeah that didn’t mean anything.”

“But you still went out with them.”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?”

“What?” Heat flushes through you, “no, I just—“

That’s when you feel it. His hand, fluttering up to yours. He pries your hold from your cup gently before bringing it down between you, fingers entangling with yours like they’re meant to be there in the first place.

And when your eyes flutter to lock onto his, there’s liquid warmth in those pools of brown, a tenderness you’ve seldom seen before.

“This is new too,” he murmurs then, “all of this.”

Your heart skips a beat. There are no words to be said.

You swallow thickly, look away, and don’t miss the soft chuckle that falls from his lips as he keeps swinging your hands back and forth between you, his smile a permanent fixture on his face. One that your lips mirror faintly as you keep walking back towards your dorms in comforting silence.

———

“Was that romantic enough for you?”

Minho’s question is met with a chuckle from your part as you finally reach your dormitory. A few stray students are still studying deep into the night, some already asleep on the deep blue couches in the common room as you make your way through, hands still entertained from earlier.

Your heart has been skipping and rollerblading into ecstasy ever since.

“Hmm,” you hum, even tilting your head in thought, “guess so. Though if I had any complaints—“

“You wouldn’t tell me, because there aren’t any,” Minho finishes for you, “right?”

“Oh i have plenty, but I’ll keep it for another time,” you flash him a mischievous smile. You’ve reached your corridor by that time, your words causing Minho to shoot you a suggestive look.

“another time?” He repeats with a cock of his brow.

You bite your lip and look away to avoid the fact that there’s a faint, yet growing smile on your face, “yeah. Maybe.”

The said young man’s lips pulls into a small smile, “I can work with that.” He murmurs, and something warm pools in the middle of your chest.

It’s hard to control yourself around Minho especially when he’s not being a little shit. Because the fact is; he’s very enticingly charming and likable.

“Well, that’s me,” you’ve reached your door then, glad that for once your dorm room is free of activity since both your roommates have gone home for the Christmas season, and turn towards Minho.

“Thanks you, for tonight,” your cheeks are warm with heat but you can’t resist grinning up at him, “I had more fun than expected.”

Minho sucks in a dramatic breath, “wow. I think i finally got a compliment out of your mouth.”

“Trust me, that’s me being nice.”

“I know,” he flashes a grin at you and before you know it, his arm has gone up to press against the doorway, caging you in and suddenly making you feel smaller than you are already. His body heat rolls into you in waves, the scent of his boyish cologne making you dizzy as your body leans into him unconsciously.

“So,” he breathes. He’s so close, so close that if you move just a little, your noses would brush, “since I’ve taken you out on a date, do I get to kiss you now?”

Air stills in your lungs. Your teeth find your lower lip.

“It depends,” your whisper is so soft he barely catches it, too enthralled by the way your mouth curves and moves with the words, “will you take me out again?”

“If her highness wishes,” Minho chuckles, tilting his head so that your noses brush. Electricity zaps through your body, goosebumps raising at the back of your neck, “I’ll take you wherever you want.”

Your eyes lock. There’s warmth, want. Desire swimming through his own pools of brown.

“Sounds like a promise,” you breathe, “so when will that—“

“Y/N.”

The way he says your name has a knot tightening in your stomach. Your body tenses in anticipation.

He’s gazing at you as if he’s only just seeing you. His lips are so close, you can feel his breaths on your lips. Hot against cold. He smells divine.

You’re so lost in your own daydream that you respond a few seconds late, “y-yeah?”

“Do me a favor?”

One hand cradles your cheek. You freeze.

“Hm?”

“Stop talking.”

And before you can do anything else, his mouth presses against yours.

Fireworks explode. Behind your eyelids. Through your body. Blood races and your brain goes fuzzy with want and desire as Minho’s other hand wraps around your waist to tug you in, his other hand clasping your jaw firmly as he kisses you. Once. Twice. He’s a good kisser, yet so gentle and tentative.

You’re taken by surprise for a few seconds, before you finally melt into him and kiss him back. A sigh escapes you as your hands go up to wrap around his neck, and the groan of satisfaction he lets out makes your entire nerves buzz with delight.

Tilting his head to the side to kiss you deeper, longer, you let out a gasp against his mouth as he pulls you even closer still, as if he can’t get enough of you. You haven’t realized you’re pressed to the door until your back meets the hard wood underneath and you yelp softly at the way his tongue swipes over your bottom lip to ask for entrance.

He kisses you softly, yet so firmly as if you’re the only thing keeping him alive, satiated. His hand at your hip moves up, tracing the back of your spine, the side of your rib cage before brushing against the corner of your bra and making you squirm while your hands curl into his hair. You tug, causing a grumble to echo out of Minho’s chest. His tongue darts in and you part for him like melted butter so that he can kiss you and ravage you without restraint.

Everything falls away, with only Minho being your anchor. You smell him, feel him against you, and want nothing else other than the dizzying rush that makes your stomach erupt with fireflies.

Your mouths part with a pop and he takes this chance to nip at your jaw, littering kisses down your neck before suckling on a soft patch of skin. Your body reacts instantly, curving into him as your lips part in a soft, minuscule moan. That’s enough to snap him back to attention.

He gazes up at you, chest heaving and all heavy breaths. His lips are swollen and red and just so beautiful. Hair tousled like he’s just tumbled out of bed and you quickly decide that’s the look you love best on him.

The curfew bell sounds and he curses.

“Minho,” you murmur when he leans in, noses brushing to capture your lips into his once more. You sigh, eyes falling shut as he takes your next set of words away.

It’s almost as if he’s drunk on you, as if he just can’t get enough.

The thought makes you shiver. Your heart swells with emotion.

“Minho,” you murmur once more against his lips. He groans, pulls away onto to bury his face into your neck and humming, “yeah?”

“Curfew’s in two minutes.”

“I know,” he’s pressing open-mouthed kisses over your collarbone and you can’t help but whimper and cradling his head closer to you despite trying to make sense of your thoughts.

“Y—You should go,” you stutter out but it’s almost like you’re talking to yourself. He’s clearly in his own world, suckling onto your skin and leaving purple marks to claim you as his. He pulls away, groaning appreciatively at the sight you make.

“Do I really have to go?” His dark eyes — darker than you’ve ever seen them — flickers over your features. There’s a kind of hunger to them that makes you shiver.

“Yes,” you stammer out, heart almost bursting out of your chest when the boy merely tugs you close before he rests his head atop yours. He holds you, breaths you in, and your eyes close on their own accord, taking in the moment like it’s the last.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” his whisper grazes the shell of your ear and you shiver. He pulls back and there’s the kind of crooked smile that makes your heart tighten, “goodnight, Y/N.”

“Good night, Minho,” you murmur and dropping a last kiss atop your temple, you watch him walk away, raising a salute with his hand as he does so.

———

A/N: GAHHH IDK WHAT I WROTE AND I GAVE UP AT THE END I HOPE IT’S ALRIGHT BUT ANYWAY I’VE BEEN OBSSESSED WITH MINHO THESE DAYS.

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