#lee minho x male reader

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Stray Kids as Yanderes

Request: "You have yandere on your event and masterlist so would you do skz as yanderes? I know you only do soft yandere and thats fine"

WARNINGS: Obsessive behavior, Murder, Mention of suicide, Toxic relationship, Drugging, Manipulation, Humiliation, Claustrophobic issues, basements, blood, tied to a ceiling (not the reader), mention of kidnapping, delusional mindset, mental abuse, self-harm, cussing, suggestive? talking about kissing, Stalking, I think that's it

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO READ! You DO NOT have my permission to repost my work anywhere.

A/N: I wanted to expand on their jealousy, but this is already long enough. I struggled with Jisung so much! >:[ I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM WITH NOTHING BUT DORITOS AND COUGH MEDICINE IN MY SYSTEM!

Master list

*.·:·BANG CHAN

Type: Manipulative Violence: 50-100% Possessive: 86% Jealousy: 65%

Punishments: Manipulation

The relationship looks normal at first glance. Chan takes care of you, but not so much that it feels like you're dependent on him. He lets you talk to people and leave the house. He waited until you were ready before moving you into his home, and he still waited.

You were cozy in the Venus flytrap, and its jaws were slowly closing.

He'd pick your friends off one by one. Chan starts with the acquaintances. They're not close to you, so it shouldn't hurt that much for them to leave you. He puts wedges between you and anyone trying to separate you. Your friend who had a crush on you is gone.

Chan is a dangerous yandere because of his awareness. He knows what he's doing is unhealthy and probably immoral, but he wants you. Chan needs you.

I don't think Chan would really have a punishment for you.

He'd just be doing the same thing he's been doing. He'll guilt trip you into feeling bad for lashing out. You think Chan is too possessive? You're right, but can you blame him? Anyone who looks at you would want to eat you like a snack and take you home with them for leftovers. He's just being cautious.

The jaws are shut, but something is stopping you from panicking.

*.·:·LEE MINHO

Type: Possessive Controlling Violence: 56-97% Possessive: 100% Jealousy: 100%

Punishments: Isolation and Drugging Humiliation

Minho is yours out of courtesy. You are Minho's because he wants you. There is a difference. As soon as you learn it, everything will be easier for Minho for you.

As seen in this post, Minho likes to play with you. It doesn't matter if you don't want to play, he wants to play, and you will. If he can see the exhaustion in your eyes, then Minho will let you rest. Hope that he can see it. Hope, pray, do whatever.

The more "tired" you act, the less likely Minho is to give you a break. In a way, he wants you to break. How else will Minho know what not to do?

You're moving sluggish? Then we're moving around. You're about to fall asleep? Have this melatonin gummy that's actually an energy booster. Minho wants you to break so he can fix you.

If you start lashing out, Minho will make you more compliant. He'll slip it into your drink or your food. Depending on how exhausted you are, will depict how much he gives you. Minho doesn't want to kill you. He'd not let anyone else have you, not even death.

If you go, Minho goes. You are his, and you can't leave.

When you're delirious, he locks you in a room. Not your bedroom, of course. Minho wants that room to be a safe space for you. He'll lock you in the hallway closet if you're claustrophobic. Or he'll stick you in the basement with the lights off. Of course, you're in a concealed room, so nothing can get you, but you can't see that.

I'm a firm believer that Minho would humiliate you as punishment. He'll finally take you out of the house. He'll pick your outfit himself, and when you come downstairs and question his outfit, he waves you off. "I want the attention to be on you."

And it will be. What were you thinking about wearing colors to an all-black event? Why are you off the theme?

*.·:·SEO CHANGBIN

Type: Protective Violence: 75-95% (Never to you) Possessive: 100% Jealousy: 12%

Punishments: Isolation

Sure, your happiness is important, but your safety is Changbin's top priority. You need to be healthy and protected. If this means killing someone disturbing your peace, then that's okay. If Changbin is causing you distress, he'll isolate the both of you for a break. Then it's back to being stuck together.

If you let him, Changbin will take care of you. He'll feed you, he'll bathe you, and he'll dress you. He will do everything for you until you tell him to stop, and even then, Changbin will push those limits.

Changbin's possessiveness is laced in his need to keep you safe. He would love for you to live your life. But why can't you live your life in the safety of his arms?

You think he's harming you? Well, imagine everyone else. What if he wasn't there? They're worse than him. They have no regard for your being, and Changbin knows this.

He's certain of it.

Your punishment is Changbin's dream. He'll lock you up in a room where you can't be hurt. Where you're safe. Where else is better for you?

Changbin who hides the number of lives he's taking to "keep you safe." He's certain your mind won't be able to handle it. You can barely look at the news about their deaths. So imagine finding out they're tied to you?

*.·:·HWANG HYUNJIN

Type: Delusional Violence: 5% (Unintentional) Possessive: 98% Jealousy: 79-100%

Punishments: Isolation

You need him, and Hyunjin needs you. It's a fact, and you can't go against a fact. Well, you can, but you would be wrong. You and Hyunjin were meant to be. You were together in past lives. You will be together in future lives. In all timelines, you are together.

But Hyunjin is in this timeline, in the present, and he wants you now.

Hyunjin doesn't just love you. Hyunjin knows he is in love with you. He needs you like his lungs need air, how his heart needs blood. How the trees need our breath. But you don't want him? No, you're just confused.

And if not? Hyunjin will wait for the next life.

But in this life? Hyunjin doesn't mind ending it early. His body will be in the ground, his soul in the stars, and his breath in the sky. You have no choice but to be with him.

When you walk, your feet touch the ground Hyunjin's body is in. When you breathe, you inhale his air. When you cherish the stars in the sky, they sparkle and shine for you. They are his soul and past lives shining on you.

Hyunjin would never hurt you on purpose. He has no issues with locking you up if it means keeping you in check and him from lashing out at you.

"I will never hurt you. People don't harm who they love," Hyunjin tells you. He tells you this as he locks you in a room with a see-through door. Ironic coming from him, but at least you don't have to worry about him hurting you.

Hyunjin has no issues with giving you time. Time with him, but still time to realize that you are meant to be.

Hyunjin who is overjoyed when you finally return his feelings. Who is overjoyed when the Stockholm syndrome hits.

*.·:·HAN JISUNG

(I had to let him marinate cause this was pissing me off ;-;)

Type: Quiet One Violence: 76-100% Possessive: Jealousy:

Punishments: Murder (not you)

Jisung is the type with earbuds on and scrolling on his phone to make the act believable. He's not listening to anything, but no one knows that. Jisung is eavesdropping on your conversation.

Jisung watches from the shadows. He leans against walls, tucks himself into corners, and hides in plain sight. Jisung needs to know everything about you.

Jisung takes your lost pencils, favorite candy wrapper, and anything you thought you "lost." Jisung who puts your things on the shrine in his basement.

Jisung finds everything about your family and friends. He finds out their habits and their tales. What makes them tick? How can he get them to put in a good word for him? Jisung, who fakes a smile for your love.

Jisung trains himself to be around you. He sneaks into your room and stands as close to you as he can without becoming a mess. He walks a little ways away from you and shortens the distance as he progresses. Jisung who hides his obsession out of fear of losing you.

Jisung who wouldn't hurt a fly, repeatedly stabs the person stealing you. His heart is steady, his face his blank, and his body doesn't tremble. Jisung who kills those who harm you, even those you don't know.

*.·:·LEE FELIX

Type: Clingy Violence: 0% Possessive: 79-100% Jealousy: I don't know

Punishments: Manipulation

This relationship starts normal, but the longer you stay with Felix, the more his obsession progresses. It's a little hard for him to breathe without you, like running for miles with asthma and no inhaler.

Felix would never hurt anyone. You don't know that, though. Felix doesn't like death, and Felix doesn't want to hurt you in any way. Not truly, so Felix gives threats. Behave, or he'll kill *blank*. Stop acting out, or he'll take *blank* out.

If you ever call his bluff, he'll get fake blood and a dead body. Felix will stage the act. You come home, and it's peaceful until you hear noise from the basement. What's that red stuff on the counter?

When you get downstairs, there's blood everywhere, and your best friend hangs by their wrists from their ceiling. When you try to run, Felix, covered in blood, is in the doorway. He knocks you out, and you wake up in your bed.

Felix is scared out of his sleep by your panicked breaths. When you tell him of your "nightmare," his eyes will dull, and he'll look near lifeless. Your phone rings before you can question him, and it's your best friend. As you're talking to them, you glance at Felix, but he's back to normal.

Felix who kisses your cheek and wishes you a good morning before taking a shower. While he's in the bathroom, you check the kitchen and the basement, but everything is normal. When you get back upstairs, Felix is plaiting the table with your favorite breakfast food.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Felix's face is concerned, but his tone is knowing.

*.·:·KIM SEUNGMIN

Type: Laidback Violence: 26% Possessive: Discreetly at 75% Jealousy: I'm conflicted

Punishment: Taking things from you

Seungmin doesn't want you stressing at all. If you have a problem, he'll fix it. Kidnapping you is too much work, so you won't have to worry about that. Seungmin will let you see your friends and family, and let you go out without him.

He knows you would never leave him.

As an idol, Seungmin can get people to watch you when he's not with you. As a person with "normal" status, he finds a way to convince your friends that you have a stalker and he just wants updates on your safety.

They'll send discreet pictures of you so you aren't panicking. They're trying to keep you safe. What if your stalker is watching you now? Seungmin wouldn't lie about your safety. He loves you, and they know it.

You're starting to sneak around? He'll find out why you're sneaking. If it isn't a surprise for him then you have no business creeping around. He should know everything. You should willingly tell Seungmin everything, or at least make it easy for him to find out himself.

Seungmin's punishments start small. It starts with your passions. You like art? Your pencils are snapped, and your paints have been left with the caps off. You make music? Your instruments are locked away or smashed to pieces. Seungmin won't break something of sentimental value. Your studio is locked with everything inside it.

Maybe you like books? If he has to, Seungmin will go through your favorite book and fold the corners. He'll crease the spines of your books and lock them away so that when you get them back, they're messed up.

You read online? You have a Kindle or an app on your phone? That's fine. Your library is cleared out, and he'll start a new book just to make sure there isn't a "Start where you left off" option.

Seungmin isn't evil. He'll make a list of all the books in your library, online or on a shelf, and keep perfect copies. He'll buy you new paints or get you new instruments.

Seungmin who will send a picture of you with your family if you run away. "I hope nothing bad happens to them while you're gone."

*.·:·YANG JEONGIN

Type: Obsessive Violence: Depends Possessive: 50-95% Jealousy: 76%

Punishment: Isolation, self-harm,

You're all he can think about. Jeongin depends on you. He can't eat, his sleep schedule is nonexistent, and he hasn't been outside unless you bring him.

Tell him to give you space, and Jeongin will hand it to you. He'll be fucking miserable, but he'll give you all the space and time you need. When you finally come back to him, kiss him long and slow or fast and intense.

Jeongin doesn't care. He wants you to be stuck to him like glue until you get sick of him and need a break.

Jeongin is fragile. His world revolves around you. You are the sun that brightens his day and the moon that guides him in the night. Lashing out at him about anything is a direct blow to his heart and soul.

You yelling at Jeongin. = You hate Jeongin.

He can't live while you hate him. He lives to please you. If you hate him, then Jeongin has failed you. Failing you means he failed himself, and life is too good for failure as bad as this.

Jeongin who tells you with a blank face but love-filled eyes that he would die for your love. Jeongin who will proudly show you each scar as punishment for making you "hate" him.

©️DEANAMEANTAE2024

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Lee know x male reader. Mreader wants to ride lee know's cock so he seduces him and the mreader gives lee know a lap dance

Paring: Lino x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: smut

requested:

More: Masterlist

A/n: Omg, I'm so sorry for the delay in posting. School has been overwhelming lately.

Minho and M/n had been dating for a few months now, and despite Minho's hectic schedule as a Korean idol, they managed to make time for each other. Today, Minho was exhausted from a particularly grueling practice and all he wanted to do was rest. M/n, on the other hand, was feeling touch starved and yearned for some affection from his boyfriend. He pouted as he watched Minho collapse onto the couch, his chest heaving with each breath.

With a sigh, M/n decided to take matters into his own hands. He walked over to the stereo and turned on a slow, seductive song. Then, he began to dance for Minho, slowly at first but then with more and more passion as the music took hold of him. He gyrated his hips, rolled his shoulders, and arched his back, deliberately thrusting his ass towards Minho's face.

Minho's eyes widened in surprise as he watched M/n dance. He couldn't help but be impressed by M/n's movements and the way his body seemed to melt into the music. It was clear that M/n was trying to get his attention, but Minho was still feeling too tired to reciprocate. Instead, he gently pushed M/n away, telling him to stop.

M/n's face fell, and he looked hurt for a moment before a mischievous smile spread across his lips. He climbed onto the coffee table and lowered himself onto his knees, then slowly began to grind his hips against Minho's crotch. "Come on, baby," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I know you're not tired… down there."

Minho groaned, unable to resist the feel of M/n's body against him. He placed a hand on the back of M/n's head, guiding him as he began to stroke his hardening cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and Minho couldn't help but lose control. With a growl, he scooped M/n up into his arms, lifting him off the ground. M/n let out a squeak of surprise before wrapping his legs around Minho's waist.

Carrying M/n like this, Minho stumbled toward their bedroom, the sounds of their heavy breathing filling the air. He kicked the door open and deposited M/n on the bed, his hands immediately moving to yank down M/n's pants. He tossed them aside before roughly pushing M/n onto his hands and knees.

"Take it," Minho growled, his voice thick with lust. He felt the familiar ache in his balls as he positioned himself behind M/n. With one strong thrust, he buried his cock deep inside M/n's aching asshole. M/n cried out in pleasure, his body tensing and relaxing with each powerful stroke.

Minho began to move faster, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he took his boyfriend roughly. He gripped M/n's hair, pulling him back slightly so he could watch his face as he fucked him. The sight of M/n's expression, a mix of pain and ecstasy, only served to fuel Minho's lust. He bit down gently on M/n's shoulder, leaving a bruise as a reminder of their passion.

M/n arched his back, moaning loudly as Minho's thrusts grew deeper and harder. He reached back between them, teasing and rubbing Minho's sensitive skin where their bodies were pressed together. Minho growled, his hips moving even faster as he lost control. He slammed into M/n over and over again, feeling the familiar tightness begin to give way as M/n's body adjusted to his size.

The room was filled with the sounds of their rough sex, their gasps and moans mingling together in a chorus of desire. Minho could feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building inside him like a runaway train. He pulled M/n's hair harder, watching as tears welled up in his boyfriend's eyes. It was a heady mix of pain and pleasure that drove Minho wild.

M/n felt the familiar tightness in his lower abdomen, knew that Minho was close. He increased the pace of his movements, rubbing his own cock as he did so. With a loud cry, Minho slammed into him one last time, his hips snapping forward as he came, filling M/n's ass with his hot seed. M/n arched his back, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over him as he came as well, his cum spurting out and coating their stomachs.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, their chests heaving. Minho rolled to the side, pulling M/n into his arms and nuzzling his neck. He kissed him gently, tasting sweat and desire. "I love you," he whispered, his voice raspy with exhaustion.

[star-suh]

One Jerk Off A Day Do Not Keep The Doctor Away

Lee Minho x Male Reader

cw: top doctor minho, bttm m! reader, fingering, rimjob, reader is kinda dumb idk, blowjob, public sex, underwear gagging, breeding, minho is a horny freak.

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"so tell me mr. y/n, what brought you here?" asked minho.

"you see mr. lee i'm feeling some pain down there" answered y/n shyly.

"where exactly?" said minho while typing on his computer.

"umm… in.. in my balls…" answered y/n blushing, his face looked like a tomato. minho just looked at him straight to his eyes and smirked.

"okay mr. y/n, no need to be shy. hop on and lay on the bed, but first, take off your pants and underwear please" minho told y/n while putting on his gloves, y/n complied but he was so shy that he covered his crotch with his hands.

"no need to do that, y/n, it's not the first dick i've seen" the older said and started to touch y/n's dick part by part until he reaches y/n's balls and squeeze them. "hng" y/n moaned. "what was that? does it hurts here?" asked minho and y/n nodded. "tell me mr. y/n what was the last time you masturbated?". y/n eyes were wide open and his face was now like if he just ate the spiciest food on earth, he covered his face with his hands and answered in embarrasment "i don't masturbate mr. doctor". minho looked at him in disbelief "what do you mean y/n? don't you know masturbating is a normal thing for people?", y/n nodded and answered "yes… b-but i never felt the need to do it…".

"woah y/n you really surprised me" laughed minho "luckily i have a perfect method to help you with your blue balls. we just have to milk them until you're dry". "and how do you do that?" asked y/n, minho didn't say a word just showed y/n the big bulge in his pants, he unzipped it and left his cock sprung free out of it "with this tool here" he says slapping his big heavy fat cock in his hand "so i can reach your prostate and free all that cum inside you, so it can stop hurting. what do you think mr. y/n?". "yes doctor, you know better than me how to relieve this pain" answered y/n quickly.

"ok, then let's get to work"

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"spread them wide open for me, please?" demanded minho while burying his face between y/n's ass cheeks "i have to prep this pretty hole so it won't hurt when i introduce my cock to you okay?" y/n nodded containing his moans so the patients outside the doctor's consulting room won't hear him. minho's tongue went as deep as it could inside y/n's ass leaving it dilated and slippery, then he slapped his clenching hole and introduced his fingers inside of it "dam you taste so good y/n, i might become addicted to this flavor" said minho while kissing y/n's thighs.

"t-thank you s-sir… i might become addicted to this too". minho smirked "glad to know that" he then put another finger and then another and thrust them inside until all three of them were knuckles deep inside y/n, he later pulls them out.

"now i need you to put that pretty mouth of yours to work, take my cock and make it nice and wet to introduce it inside you, okay mr. y/n?" the latter nodded and started to kiss minho's cock head licking the pre-cum of the slip "it takes so good mr. lee" said y/n "open wide and relax your throat, i'm gonna help you" told minho to y/n who complied, then the doctor started to mouthfuck his patient. "so fucking tight damn" he says while y/n was gagging, threads of thick saliva spilling out of y/n's mouth corners and coating minho's shaft with it, some minutes passed and minho pulls out "why did you stopped doctor?" y/n asked, "because i don't want to cum yet, and remember, i still have to slip it inside your asshole. now be a good boy, lay on the bed and open your legs wide". y/n did as the doctor said and started to feel how the doctor's cock stretched his hole, a burning sensation that sends him to heaven and back. "i can feel you like it by how much you're tightening around me fuck" minho murmured remembering that there's still patients outside, he also picked up his underwear and put it on y/n's mouth to muffle his moans. y/n's warm and slippery hole feels like heaven for minho and his cock, he loves how it grips his cock and y/n loves how he can feel every vein and twitch of minho's cock inside him, how it brushes his prostate, it is like he was in paradise.

y/n's cock was rock hard so minho take advantage of it and started stroking it to help y/n to release his cum. "i'm gonna thrust harder so bare with me y/n. be quiet we don't want someone watching how your naughty hole swallows my cock, right?" y/n nodded. dirty squelching sounds can be heard, coming from y/n's sinful hole being stretched by minho's fat cock. y/n starts to feel weird signaling he's about to cum, he spit the underwear "i feel weird mr. doctor". "that's okay y/n" he keeps thrusting harder and harder "that means you're gonna release soon" and as soon as minho says that y/n moaned loudly but thankfully minho was fast to cover his mouth, ropes of white thick cum spill out if y/n's slit painting his abdomen, chest and part of his face in white, while minho came inside him.

"fuck that was the best fuck of my life y/n" says minho "let me keep fucking my cum deep inside you so it won't spill out of it when you're walking home"...

"thanks for today mr. doctor" said y/n already dressed and shaking minho's hand, suddenly a loud bang can be heard making bith yelp in surprise, it was a nurse, everyone outside heard y/n's "scream" so they tought he needed help.

"it's everything ok mr. y/n, we heard a scream" asked the nurse worried, "oh yes yes everything it's ok don't need to worry" answered minho "he's just a silly boy scared of needles nothing more" minho laughed squeezing y/n's ass, "yeah yeah, i'm sorry for worrying you miss nurse" smiled y/n "so see you in the next appointment mr. doctor" winked y/n at minho who smiled at him, then the patient just walks out of the office.

"i think i became addicted to that ass" murmured minho fixing his glasses "next patient please" he yells while he goes back to his desk and fixes his coat.

[kaciidubs]

(mxm) built subtop! nerd minho w his big glasses and hair sticking to his forehead, brows pulled up, eyes half open, red cheeks and chest heaving mouth dropped open and fat wet cock out

happy thanksgiving 😋😋

I don't know what I did to deserve this gift, but thank you, Nonnie 🫠 [Note; mxm is Male x Male for those unaware! We don't discriminate in this house ❣️]

You stared at him with glee, taking in the debauched appearance that was otherwise your usually composed, nerdy boyfriend.

He was a mess, thanks to you, and it didn't even take much of an effort; messy, rushed kisses that put him off guard, a scramble of hands trying to get clothes off in record time - you'd demanded that the cute, round glasses he wore stayed on tonight, just for this sight alone.

"You look ruined already, Min," you drawled leisurely, making a show of licking your bototm lip, "we barely even started, honey."

You didn't miss the way his cock twitched, fat, heavy, and utterly glistening in a mixture of your saliva and his precum.

He was always weak to your mouth, much like other things.

"Y-You fucking edged me for the past fifteen minutes, of course I'm ruined." Even if he tried to sound angry, sound 'in charge', you could still hear the whine lingering in his voice. "I need you, kitten - fuck, I need you so bad."

His words went straight to your dick, precum streaming down the length from the neglect you've put yourself through; focusing so much on your beefy boy that you didn't even bother touching yourself.

His whines of pleasure was more than enough anyways.

Laying yourself back on the bed, you trailed a hand down your body, dancing your fingers lower, lower, and lower until you got to your cock; dipping the tips of your fingers into your arousal before wrapping your hand around it tauntingly.

"You need me bad, hm?"

Minho nodded frantically, his frames sliding down the bridge of that glorious nose of his as his eyes remained focused on the lackluster strokes of your fist.

"Come show me then." You sucked in a shivering breath as you brushed against the flare of the tip, smirking when he licked his lips wantonly. "Show me how bad you need me, baby."

✧. ┊ I think this is my first time writing and posting a genuine MxM drabble (that isn't MxMxF of course) - so congrats to you Nonnie!

[kevcanwait]

My child (not actually, she’s an old school mate and I love her so much as if she’s my own child, I’m too young) posted something on her insta and I loved it and this is the inspiration.

Deciding to do Hyung line and Maknae line for once. This is also my first, I think, time doing a quick shot like this with all the members separate. Also, before I decided to write the two separate groups, I almost forgot to write Changbin’s 😅 Also…Have a reader post for once…since I only post inserts (sorry bout that)

“Hey, Chan, do you want an apple slice?” Mn asked, slicing said apple as Chan walked into the kitchen. “Sure.” He sat at the kitchen island and expected to have one placed on his palm but instead Mn grabbed his jaw, turning Chan to face him. The apple slice in between Mn’s teeth was moments away from just jamming against Chan’s lips with how quick he appeared before Chan opened his mouth and took the other part of the apple.

His eyes widened, staring at Mn whose eyes remained on Chan’s mouth. He realized Chan hadn’t bitten yet and smirked, biting the slice himself before pulling back and walking back over to the rest of his apple while chewing. After he finished cutting his apple, he looked back to Chan, he was chewing the apple but slowly, seemingly still trying to process what just happened.

“M-Mn?” Chan said softly before the male walked out of the kitchen, he turns around, hand stilling mid air as he went to take another bite of his snack. “Yes?” He smiled, taking a bite from the slice in his hand. “C-Can I have another slice?” Mn chuckles and walks back over to Chan, smiling as he took Chan’s jaw into his hand again and leaned in.

He never grabbed another slice and he ended up having to throw the rest of his apple away as it turned brown.

Lee Know is sassy, Mn knows this. He was simply wanting to share his snack.

“Min, you want a slice?” He asked, chewing on the bite he just took and reaching a slice up to the dancer who stood next to him in front of the couch in the dressing room. “Sure.”

He took the slice but then looked at it and smirked. “It’s your last one though, we can share it.” He said when he saw the male ball up the trash the slices were in and throw it away in a nearby bin. “Oh, sure.” Mn thought Lee Know would just break it in half but shock took over his features when Lee Know leaned over him, left hand holding himself up next to Mn’s head on the back of the couch as his right hand brought the slice up to his mouth and he leaned forward.

Mn panicked but ultimately took the other half between his teeth. He suspected Minho purposely left him a small half as their lips just barely touched as he took a bite, still staring at the slice before he looks up to Minho’s eyes which were full of mischief. “You’re welcome.” He said and walked off chewing the apple.

“Damn it, Min…” Mn muttered to himself, his hands flying to his burning face as he hides his flustered grin and his soft giggles.

“Mn, can i have some of your fruit?” “Why?” “Please?” Mn honestly could never resist Changbin’s aegyo, the male pulling his cute voice, asking for the fruit again and just being his goofy self.

“Oh my goodness.” Mn cringes but he can’t help but laugh at his antics. They were sitting on the couch in the practice room, other members either relaxing on the floor, getting drinks, or using the restroom.

“But Bin, it’s not my fault you don’t prepare your own snacks before leaving.” The rapper pouts, slouching into the couch slightly as he crosses his arms. “I’m sorry, Bin. That came out ruder than I intended. Would you like a slice as an apology?” Changbin couldn’t resist the small smile on his face as he nods.

Mn took an apple slice out of the snack baggy he put them in and Changbin held out his hand but Mn slapped it away, confusing him before he said a quick “Just open your mouth.” and Changbin thought he was just gonna feed him. He was…but not in the way Changbin thought.

He did what Mn said before he let out a noise of shock when Mn put the slice in his own mouth before leaning forward. Although shocked and slow to react, Changbin took a bite from the apple then Mn pulled away smiling at his shocked expression.

“Yah! Why’d you do that?!” He yelled around the apple and Mn laughed. “Cause you’re cute when you’re flustered.” The male smirked and took another bite from a slice he took out of the bag before putting the remainder away in his duffle, deciding to be extra cheeky and tilt Changbin’s head up by his chin and confidently stealing a chaste kiss from him as he walked by him over to the members that have returned.

Changbin’s face had a tint of red as his eyes followed Mn’s figure. “Hyung, why is your face so red?” Felix asked him as Mn smirked behind the boy. “Yah! Don’t worry about it!” He shied away but was still his boisterous self. Mn laughed and shook his head.

Maybe he’ll share more slices with him later…

Hyunjin is a drama queen. (This has nothing to do with his part, he’s just dramatic)

Mn had been the only one awake in his dorm, or so he thought. He got a text from Hyunjin while he was getting a late night snack, asking him why he was making so much noise. Mn replied back asking why the dancer was still awake and he sent a photo of him sketching something. Mn shook his head, he thinks Hyunjin should be asleep and not drawing but he just shrugs and asked if he could join him, which he said yes and to bring him a snack too.

He was almost done slicing his mango when he asked if the male wanted some of his mango cause he didn’t want to make another and he said it was fine.

After washing his hands and grabbing the plate and a fork, he walked to Hyunjin’s room, not knocking and just walking in while quietly closing the door behind him. Hyunjin was curled up in his chair in a way that looks uncomfortable for anyone else, one leg hanging off the chair and the other pulled up so his knee was at his chest as he leaned closely to the sketchbook on his desk, left hand on his raised knee with his chin resting on the back of it. He was very squished on himself and Mn found it kind of amusing.

Hyunjin hadn’t noticed him walk in, Mn now noticing the headset on his head. He smiles, picking up a slice and walking over to Hyunjin. He sets the plate down, seeing Hyunjin glance over but not look at him, before moving his left hand to almost place his palm on his throat but his thumb and finger grab his jaw, tilting his head up to look at him. Hyunjin’s eyes widen as he looked at his eyes, then the slice in between his lips before Mn leans down, Hyunjin taking the slice last minute and slowly takes a bite, his thoughts still trying to catch up with him.

Mn went to pull back when Hyunjin stopped him. He tried to speak after chewing the rest of the bite but no words came out. “Want another?” Hyunjin hesitantly nods and Mn grabs another piece. He went to do it again but Hyunjin stopped him, grabbing his hand to put it back under his jaw and Mn huffs a laugh before getting close enough for Hyunjin to take another bite but he got closer, taking his half before fully kissing Mn.

Hyunjin forgot about his sketch and Mn’s snack was well shared.

[sprdmywings]

sprdmywings ; [ dates ]

🍓 ; ot8 x m reader - track three

🍓 ; (established relationship) where they take you on a date

🍓 ; back

chan spoils you 🍓

he is a busy man, constantly cooped up in the studio working. but! that doesn't mean he doesn't have time for you or taking you out. he could have piles over piles of work to do, but would still make time to take you out for a nice fancy dinner if you need it. that being said, chan would take you to an expensive restaurant. the amount of love in his eyes as he watches you go to town on good food is sickening.

# "You like it here?" Chan smiled at you fondly, wiping crumbs from the corner of your mouth. "Yeah! The food is so good," you giggled and took another bite, "but it seems a little expensive.." He tutted and shook his head. "No, don't worry about the bill. I'll get it. Enjoy your food, baby."

expect more overpriced restaurant dates.

minho likes quality time 🍓

if you think that he would bring you to a restaurant, you are partially wrong. of course, he would take you out occasionally, but he prefers to make dinner with you. as soon as you get home his hand is around yours and leading you to a grocery store. tons of messes are ensured, but that doesn't stop you from having fun.

# "Wait, y/n, you have to pour that in h—" Minho sighed as you poured the ingredient into the wrong bowl. "God, you're such a dumbass. Set the table, I'll finish this up."

at least you did a good job preparing the table! you earned a forehead kiss and a delicious meal cooked by yours truly.

changbin enjoys gym dates 🍓

this man has so much muscle and you best believe he loves getting more. he would definitely want to work out with you, too. maybe he'll take you out to dinner afterwards, takeout or something. he just wants to be with his two favorite things: gyms and you.

# "Bin," you whined, "it hurts!" Changbin rushed over, worry in his eyes. "Let me help you.." He gently fixed your posture, strong hands easing the uncomfort away. "There you go! You're doing great, babe. We'll get you some muscles in no time!"

bonus points if you have like, really low stamina. he will practically drag you for a workout date.

hyunjin is such a prince 🍓

hyunjin is so boyfriend material its unreal. dont expect anything less than fancy restaurants or star gazing in a beautiful field that looks almost enchanted. he makes sure that you have the best time of your life and feel like the prince that you are.

# You gazed up at the stars, a soft smile playing on your lips. "The stars are so beautiful, Hyune." You turned your head towards Hyunjin, not expecting him to be looking at you rather than the stars in the sky. "Not as beautiful as you, my love. Your beauty outdoes any galaxy easily. My precious boyfriend." He smiled and intertwined your fingers together. Nothing beats seeing you all flustered over his smooth words.

he makes me so sick (affectionately)

jisung is all over the place 🍓

you never know with han jisung. he's so stupid that you would think he doesn't know how to plan a date. spoiler alert! he doesn't. he wants you to be happy so bad that he ran around asking people what things people like on dates. he just wants you have a good time :( after a while, though, he gathered up your interests and decided on a movie date at home. he figured watching your favorite movies while cuddling into your side is the best way to go.

# You stepped out into the living room, shocked to see the cutest little setup with snacks and blankets. "I,, I know it's not much, but.. I hope you like it!" Pouncing onto him, you lathering him in kisses. "Jisung! This is so nice, I love you!"

show your upmost gratitude. poor baby wandered everywhere just to make you, the love of his life, happy.

felix brings you to cafés 🍓

he just adores the idea of bringing you to a café. especially cat ones!! he loves watching you play with all the kittens; you look so cute with balls of fluff curled up in your lap. he can't help taking a picture and cooing at you.

# "Hey, darling! Look over here!" You turned your head to the voice, smiling at the camera while petting the white cat next to you. "Oh my gosh, you're so sweet!" Felix giggled and ran to show you the picture, "I can't tell who's cuter, the cats or you!"

just,, be aware of an angry minho sending you texts.

seungmin keeps it classy 🍓

seungmin would choose something not too fancy. a restaurant that has all your favorite foods and a comforting atmosphere. he did his best trying to find the perfect restaurant for you. and, though he would never admit it, spent hours in doing so.

# "Oh, Seungmin!" You squeezed his hand, glee filling your senses. "This is perfect!" He squeezed back, "I know. I pick the best places."

he always gets so happy to see you happy.

jeongin prepares picnics for you 🍓

he is always exploring new ideas for dates. however, picnics are by far his favorite. the thought of seeing the sun shine down onto your form, praising the sandwiches he made makes him giddy with love. it didnt take too long to prepare it, but he enjoys how you still manage to find it romantic.

# You bit into a chip, looking around the outstandingly beautiful area Jeongin has picked for the date. "You're so pretty, y/n." He doesn't miss the way you stutter and get all red. "That was so random, but thanks. For the compliment and taking me on this cute date."

— this was supposed to be a skz anniversary thing but its already april so uhm 😓

@sprdmywings # do not copy/steal or translate any works

[kpopblurblog]

[5:53 pm] a heavy sigh slips past lee know’s lips as he borderline glares at your bedroom door. you haven’t left your bed in days despite your mutual friends’ pleas. despite his pleas. he really didn’t want to have to do this, but you were making this difficult. minho’s long legs moved towards your bedroom door. nimble fingers wrapped around the doorknob and began turning it while minho mentally prepared himself for the state you and your room would be in.

you had clothes everywhere along the floor. beside those was a graveyard of forgotten projects and hyperfixations. your desk had half eaten bowls of food from days ago that minho was certain had mold growing in them. but those were trivial compared to how you were curled up beneath the two weighted blankets you owned, back to the door in an attempt to look asleep so he wouldn’t bother you. but minho didn’t buy it. he knew you and, even with your erratic sleep schedule, he knew you were always awake around this time. with a final sigh, minho made his way across your room with careful footsteps, eyebrows knit together in determination.

once he reached your side, he called out to you in a soft voice, “c’mon, bub, lets get you something to eat.” you gave no response. the panicked thought that you had finally decided enough was enough crossed minho’s mind before he heard a heavy sigh make its way from where you lay.

“alright,” minho shook his head, “you leave me no choice then.”

you let out a gasp when cold air suddenly hit your bare skin. a yelp followed when you were suddenly being lifted in the air and thrown over your roommate’s shoudler.

“minho!” you gasped as once again traversed the graveyard of old clothes and hobbies on your floor with you still over his shoulder. despite the fact that you knew minho would never drop you, your fingers dug into his shirt on instinct and a whimper escaped your throat. once out of your room, minho quickly made his way to the couch with you. he gingerly set you in your spot on the couch, quick to cover you in one of your favorite blankets. he moved over to the cat tree in the corner and retrieved his three feline children, bringing an armful of cat floof for you to cuddle. though doongie was the only one to stay in your lap for cuddles since you were his favorite human.

“wait here,” minho told you, voice barely above a whisper. he was acting as if you were a wild animal, ready to fight or flee at too loud of a sound or too sketchy of movement. a voice at the back of your head hissed at you while minho darted off into the kitchen, whispering in your ear about how your roommate was probably sick of you already and how he probably thought you were a waste of space.

minho ploppped down a variety of various bowls on the coffee table in front of you, the smells of them making your stomach twist with hunger. “i’m-,” you began only for minho to shove a spoonful of kimchi soup into your mouth. you stared at your roommate wide eyed for a moment and he began to worry he’d crossed a line. but once he saw you chewing, tears beginning to fall from the corners of your eyes while you shakily asked for another bite of food, he knew this was a good decision.

[1leeknower]

"I hate the rain, but if the rain was love, i'd be standing in it ti'll i'm soaking wet"

⏤͟͟͞͞ Lee know x Male reader

angst!

part 2 here

Drabble cause i just cant bring myself to write a full oneshot! 😀 (i might end up doing a part two of this) Not proofread!

Two knocks on minho's door, "weird" He thought since he wasnt waiting for anybody; Once he opened the door, in the pouring rain stood a man, crying, soaked, with a pout on his lips, the first thing Lino did was pull the other guy inside, it was his "friend", Y/n.

Lino goes to get some towels for Y/n, while said man was left on the living room, waiting for the smaller male to come back.

The fact is, Y/n is very, very, very insecure, and is always seeking approval from others, which leads to him thinking he's not enough, making him drink more and more, It broke Minho's heart seeing him like this. Lino loved Y/n, but said boy just couldnt see it, too busy chasing people who just aren't worth a penny, much less all that admiration.

Today was one of those midnights where sadness would take over, leading Y/n to the closest bar, when he just couldn't take it anymore he would just drag his feet to Minho's place, crying himself to sleep, The next day he would leave by the morning, before minho woke up; It was a vicious cycle, repeating over and, over again.

It Hurt minho maybe just the same amount as It Hurt Y/n, whenever the L/n got drunk, he did things that he would regret later, one of those times he kissed minho, Y/n still didnt know that, lino knew that if Y/n found out things would get weird between them and since L/n would always talk about how he regrets everything once he's sober, lee know thought that Y/n would regret the kiss, Lino also felt guilty, because he got too carried away and kissed his friend back, even though he knew you weren't in your right state of mind, he spent many nights wide awake thinking about how stupid he had been.

Bangchan and Jisung already had told him that he shouldn't keep on taking care of you and being so mean to himself, he was trying his best, and in this moment he was the only one actually caring for you, but he just couldn't help it, he loved you so much to just leave you hanging like that, even if that shattered his heart into tiny little pieces.

Taking a deep breath, he took the towels and left to go back to the other male in the living room, Y/n was standing, holding into the hem of his shirt, eyes red and puffy, tears still dripping on his face, Lino handed L/n the towel, but just as he thought the taller male was reaching for the towel, Y/n pulled Lino by his wrists soon holding him into a tight hug:— Im sorry, I love you – Y/n said, muffled by Lee Know's covered shoulder, no response, Minho wanted to tell L/n everything, but he just didn't have the confidence, he felt pathetic.

—I don't wanna hurt you, I just don't know what to do, everything right now is just a mess and I don't know how to handle it, but you make everything seem perfect, like problems didn't even exist with you – Y/n's words stung, Hard to tell who was hurt the most; Lino couldn't bring himself to form a full sentence, all he did was give in into Y/n's touch, holding back the tears, the confessions, holding back the entire world he had going on his mind, he was hurt too, but no one could see it, he thought that it was because he just wouldn't let people get closer to him, but then he noticed it's in reality because people just don't care about anyone else; Once again Y/n spoke, even tho he wasn't getting replies, he felt comfortable enough to open up, even if Lino wasn't listening:— do you think im useless? – "do you think im mean?"

[oddent]

[6:45 PM] lee minho x gn!latin@!reader [idol au]

when the two of you find gaps between your schedules and manage to hang out, it’s not as peaceful as you’d normally like. you and minho are complete opposites, while he is indeed quiet and reserved, just like you, his energy is a lot more abundant than yours. both of you are pretty energetic people once you get comfortable with someone, but even then, minho has more energy than you.

so, today you just planned to be with his presence and go over the lyrics your producer handed over the day before. you haven’t gotten time to look at them, so now that you were sitting on the floor next to minho, with the table full of take out, you were truly in your own world.

you shouldn’t blame minho for his impulsiveness nor his energy. it’s been well over a month since the two of you had hung out and even so, you’re submerged in work.

he leans into you, peeking at the lyrics but not really reading them. he glances at you and he sees your pinched brows and slight pout. you asked for forty minutes to revise, he doesn’t think he could do that. he maxed out his video game time on his phone and he doesn’t necessarily have important work to revise or do.

he takes a deep breath before yelling out an, “AH.” which startles you and makes you groan.

“minho, not now,” you mumble softly, going back what you were doing.

he takes that differently. he begins to literally slump himself over your shoulder, you didn’t mind until his weight practically made you slump onto the floor. still, persistent in your reading, you lay down in a nice position and lift the papers to where you could see them.

minho crawls over you and practically rolls around, like a cat, while still on top of you. you grunt softy, doing your best to ignore him, but he’s very persistent. eventually, he stays still, plopped over you and you would have been happy with that if it weren’t for your almost full bladder.

it was a bit painful so you hissed, slapping his arm to get him off. “ai! quitate! quitate!” you grunt and he actually obeys.

“yah!” you yell, glaring at him once you sat up.

he’s grinning at you, not really caring how annoyed you are.

“encerio,” you grumble, getting up to use the bathroom.

he watches you with those pretty eyes, but you go do your business before returning. you kinda feel bad now, though, because you had promised no work involved. you simply forgot about the lyrics until heading over. you never breaked your promises before.

“sorry,” he says softly, messing with the papers you had been looking at.

you sit down next to him again, sighing. “i’m sorry too, i said no work involved and that’s the first thing i do.” you lean into him, causing him go look over at you. “forgive me?”

he nods, and he just looks so adorable you couldn’t help peck him on the lips.

[btsxmalereaders]

When it rains in your heart, I'll take you with me.

♡ pairing — lee minho x male reader

> genre — fluff | angst

> word count — 708

> summary — it's been a bad day and it starts to rain, but fortunately minho is there for you.

> a/n — hi. it's been a while but i'll hopefully keep up the next weeks and my writer's block will end. i miss tumblr and you guys a lot. hope you like this :-)

☆ Masterlist

"Hey, wait, you're walking too fast!" Minho manages to say in one last breath before taking a big gulp of air and resting a bit, his hands resting on his knees and his back hunched over, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that you follow at a hurried pace, oblivious to his request.

When you are a few meters away, he sighs and hurries to keep up with you, noticing that the sky is a little grayer than it was a few minutes ago and feeling a slight breeze on his face. "Come on, ____, could you calm down a bit? You look so upset that you look like you're walking around with a gray cloud over your head, do your emotions control the weather, perchance?" Minho tries to joke to at least get a smile out of you, but since you're still scowling and your hands forming fists, that's when he feels worried.

"____, honey, what's going on?" He pleads, grabbing you by your wrist, in an attempt to stop you. He, at first, thought you were just tired and desperate to get home, but he now notices the tears and your eyes and reddened cheeks. "Prince, please tell me something, why are you crying?"

You finally stop walking and take a deep breath, wanting to feel calm and stop you from crying, but your breath is shaky and it only provokes you to cry out even more. Minho doesn't hesitate to give you a hug, his left hand on your back and his right hand over your head as he holds you close to his body, your head resting on his shoulder. The breeze now has become a light rain.

Minho is careful, he caresses your back and lets you cry, feeling confused but not asking questions until you're ready to talk it out, even when he's worried sick. His mind starts imagining scenarios of what could've happened while you were taking your classes, but he has no idea, he just wants you to feel comfortable and safe.

The rain starts pouring hard as the minutes pass by, so he immediately grabs his backpack and places it over your heads, "Baby, let's go home, okay? I don't want you to get sick."

You nod and start walking right next to him, almost running to the crowded bus stop, but he makes sure you are feeling okay. He kisses the top of your head occasionally and once you're finally on the bus, he takes out a small towel from his backpack and helps you get your hair and face dry.

After a few minutes, you both arrive home, so he grabs your hand and run to the entrance, getting even more soaked, so the minute he gets to open the door he looks up for towels, wrapping you with them and not even caring he's soaked and dripping.

"Take off your shoes and let's go to our bedroom." He softly says as he sees you trembling. His heart aches when he sees your red eyes and a small pout on your face. "Come on, baby, I'll get you dry clothes."

Once you're in the room, you both slyly take off your clothes. Minho immediately takes your favorite pajamas from the closet and places them on the edge of the bed. You dry with the towel he just gave you and put on your clothes as Minho does the same afterwards.

It starts thundering and he knows it scares you a bit, so he doesn't hesitate to give you a tight hug and whisper sweet things to your ear.

"Wanna get into bed?" He asks as your breath and body is becoming heavier.

"Yes, please." You whisper and lay down, grabbing the blankets to cover you both.

"Alright, do you want to talk? Wanna watch something?" He asks, staring into your glazy eyes.

"No, I just... wanna sleep a bit. Is that okay?" You mumble, making him smile.

Minho presses a kiss on your forehead, "Of course, my prince. Let's sleep."

You close your eyes, not hearing anything but your boyfriend's heartbeat and calm breath, feeling safe in his warm embrace, feeling loved and happy to know there's not a thing he wouldn't do for you.

[lgbtkpopreaders]

lucidity

bang chan and his group of friends are well known for being your university’s heart throb bad boys. most of them are even well known for leaving broken hearts wherever they step. you, on the other hand, have thrown yourself too far into your studies to care about human contact outside your two friends and your study buddy. that is until you discover your soulmate is mixed in with chan’s group of friends.

status: ongoing

pairing: badboy!lee know x transman!reader

genre: college au, soulmate au, sns/social media au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, romance, humor, slice of life

warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes (18+ minors dni), food mention, arguments, depictions of mental illness, needle mention, smoking (cigarettes), alcohol consumption (more to be added as fic progresses)

playlist

profiles

study buddies

bad boys

am i dreaming?

chapters

betrayed

cheating cherry

dream journaling

[ l o a d i n g . . . ]

posted 8/17/2022 | masterlist | updated 8/17/2022

[dean-a-mean-tae]

7 11 12 14 soft yandere chan or minho

He Wouldn’t, Right? | 100 Followers Event

Soft Yandere Minho x Reader

PROMPTS:

7. "Don't look at them. Look at me. You're doing amazing." 11. "You're so mean!" "I'm not, but I can show you mean." 12. "Are we ignoring the hole in the wall?" 14. "Where do you think you're going?" "Away?" "Away where?" "To a faraway land-" "Answer the question." "I'm going to piss! Can I go to the bathroom?!"

WARNINGS: Idk… Suspicious vibes? Toxic Relationship obvi

100 Followers Event | 359 Words

“Are we ignoring the hole in the wall?”

An argument gone wrong. Extremely wrong. Minho apologized for it immediately. He even gave you some space. Well, as much space as an obsessive person can give.

“Someone is here to fix it. That’s why I wanted you to stay in our room,” Minho said, guiding you away from the hallway. Before you stepped into the living room, someone called out to him.

The both of you turn, and the worker is there. “You wouldn’t happen to know the paint color, would you?”

“Don’t look at him. Look at me,” Minho demanded as he stood in front of you. He turned around, facing the man and putting his back to you.

“I don’t know. Eggshell? We’re planning on redoing it anyway,” Minho explained, waving his hand dismissively. The guy nods in understanding as he tries looking around Minho at you.

You hide your face by pressing against Minho’s back. You can feel his back rumble as he speaks, “You’re doing amazing, my love.”

The man stares at Minho with a weird expression before walking back into the kitchen. You take that as your cue to leave, too.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Maybe not.

“Away?” You say. Though the way your voice rises in pitch sounds like a question.

“Away where?”

You spin, waving your arms around with a blissful smile. “To a faraway land!”

“Answer the question,” Minho glared as he crossed his arms.

“I'm going to piss!” You groan, throwing your arms up in exasperation. “Can I go to the bathroom?!”

“No, I don’t think so,” He hummed.

“What?”

“I said no. I don’t want to risk that guy seeing you,” He scoffed, guiding you into the living room and away from the bathroom.

“But I have to use the bathroom?” You huffed.

“Okay?”

"You're so mean!" You flop onto the couch and away from his arms. He follows you.

"I'm not, but I can show you mean." He smiles, but there’s no light in his eyes. It’s a little unnerving. His eyes are so dark they look black.

“I’m sure I can hold it,” You whisper, and this time his smile is real. The spark his back, but that feeling is still there. He wouldn’t hurt you.

Right?

©️DEANAMEANTAE2023 | 100 Followers Event

[nobodyeverasked]

the other side; lee minho

(7,941 words) -  large

summary ➣  Y/N’s harboured feelings for his close friend, Minho for as long as he could remember being by his side. As they head to college together, it only becomes more difficult for Y/N to keep those feelings inside as Minho begins to muse about a crush he may have on one of their new friends.

genre ➣ fluff ( + angst )

requested - 👍 by @blandtako​

.・゜-: ✧ :- .・゜-: ✧ :-   -: ✧ :-゜・. -: ✧ :-゜・．​

Y/N sifted through the books stuffed into the top shelf of his locker, soaking in the feeling of the school day’s tedium with a long, overly strangled sigh. Even the air was as welcoming as ever, choking him on cheap drugstore perfume, the aftershock of the opening of the gym’s locker rooms and everything and anything other students were able to trek in from the outside. Plucking out a few of his textbooks for his first slew of classes, he shuffled through them, choosing his battles between which ones to bring in order to give his shoulders and his poor, poor backpack straps a break for once.

He was simply waiting for the bell to ring, waiting for the hallway’s traffic to sweep him up into their tides of chatter and cacophonous footsteps and drop him off where every weekday stuck in the exposed brick walls of this high school led him off; the chemistry block, a place of wonders and wondering that was the cesspool and breeding ground for all of Y/N’s social misfortunes and blessings in disguise.

One of those misfortunes in particular is his very recent friendship with Lee Minho, a passerby-turned-rival after they discovered that their GPA’s in the classes they sat across from each other in were far too close for comfort. The guiding force of their confidence was the fact that they were just an inch above the rest, that they could be seen and heard through ticks on a test-paper and a smattering of ‘excellent’s on research papers and theses. 

When Y/N and Minho noticed that they tread upon each other’s territory, they stopped at nothing to turn everything they did into what they called ‘friendly’ competition. However, something they didn’t account for in all their prolonged stares across classrooms, snide remarks that made literally no sense, and smiles that lost their sharpness the longer they shone them, was that the universe stopped at nothing as well.

No matter what happened and no matter how hard they tried, they could never avoid being lab partners, they could never avoid making eye contact with their teachers at the exact same time to be put together for assignments and projects they needed to do well on in order to be considered for scholarships and awards. They were practically tied together by strings of the sunlight that fell against them on the first day they met.

‘Victims of circumstance’ they would call themselves, but cynical, defeatist terms like that as they assessed them being stuck together at every opportunity soon fizzled out. What became a rivalry built out of stress, pressure, necessity, survival, became something else, something more profound than they could’ve ever perceived. Suddenly, his drive that stirred in them to avoid one another faded away as if it were never there, a trick of the early morning light they’d meet halfway between them and their textbooks in the library around the corner. They wanted to be paired together, they wanted to see each other succeed - these flowers grew in between them, that of which they never thought they had the time for anymore; a blooming friendship.

“Need help carrying those?” Y/N knew better now not to flinch as an arm stretched over his shoulder and gently shoved his locker door closed. Minho always had his particular methods of greeting, all of which seeking a flush to creep into Y/N’s cheeks, that flustered heat leaving Y/N in a puddle of words as he’d turn around, startled, to meet Minho's face always mere inches away, from Y/N’s. Even though they considered themselves friends, close friends even, Minho still got so much enjoyment out of flustering Y/N, leaving him surprised and embarrassed and stumbling over his words. “I think they might have too much knowledge to carry, hand them over to someone smart.”

Y/N turned around and met Minho’s eyes, joyful eyes with those dashes of egotism that brought Y/N to his orbit in the first place, those glints of coyness that kept Y/N coming back to stare right into them and think about all the times he’s both fed into Minho’s ego and shot it down from hundreds of stories high.

“Because leaving your plastic fork with your ramen in the microwave definitely warrants ‘smarter than Y/N’ status.” Y/N rolled his eyes, tapping at Minho’s elbow and watching it buckle, leaving Minho to stumble a little bit closer and wrap his arms around Y/N’s waist in what he claimed was a ‘protective instinct’.

Y/N got in the uncommon retort or jab every now and then, poorly timed one-liners and comebacks that always left Minho rethinking his life decisions - or rethinking Y/N’s. But he’s been getting better at taking his own kind of fun out of pestering Minho, abusing his charm and Minho’s unfortunate ability to never say no to the lights in Y/N’s puppy eyes.

“I swear to God, that was one time!” Minho let go, shoving Y/N gently back into the lockers before thrusting an accusatory finger toward Y/N in defense. A couple people stared; they probably thought Y/N and Minho were fighting, and Minho couldn’t help but smile as he realized that at one point they were doing anything but - all the theatrics but none of the threats. “And you know what? The hints of the plastic fork in my ramen tasted fantastic!”

“I’m sure it was, plastic is always a part of a healthy balanced dinner.” Y/N couldn’t help but let a giggle fly free as he thought back to the night it all happened. Y/N over at Minho’s place to study for their upcoming test, and Minho, being the stellar host and reflection of hospitality that he was, brought ramen for them. However, with all the properties of physics and vectors he’s committed to memory, the one thing he couldn’t account for was the probability of there being a plastic fork in the noodles. They both ate it out of spite, and the fact that Minho’s ramen at eleven at night was pretty much their first meal of the day.

Minho had nothing to say for himself but a little snort that he let out into the hallway - Y/N always managed to make him smile, laugh, unwind his stress as if it were so simple to take a step back from all of it. He wasn't all too familiar with those things, satisfaction, ease, until they were lab partners one too many times to simply avoid talking to one another. Y/N didn’t know these things either, but going into uncharted territory with someone else who didn’t know a thing about relaxing made it feel a little less daunting.

Y/N didn’t know when this shift in his heartbeat happened, but somewhere in their journey of passersby to adversaries to unlikely close friends of questionable origin, Y/N felt himself feeling so differently as Minho would round the corner. It wasn’t Y/N preparing for the worst of Minho’s sass and ego, it wasn’t just this state of indifference as Y/N realized his competition became one of his closest friends, it was something else entirely, yet it was all of those things.

He would feel this annoyance bubbling inside him like normal, yet it was underlit by this fondness that left him burning up, more speechless than usual. He would catch himself staring at Minho before Minho would catch him and flash a devilishly narcissistic smile - and not even those made Y/N want to roll his eyes anymore, just chuckle softly and find Minho’s joy in them. These feelings for Minho were so difficult to hide and keep quiet, yet Y/N always found a way to cut himself off before he would get ahead and meet Minho halfway with any of his advances. 

Because of everything they’ve been though, everything they’ve become out of what they were and weren’t, Y/N didn’t know if Minho could ever help Y/N reclaim all that time he’s spent absently daydreaming about the things Minho’s going to say to him next. Liking, loving, they were never things that Y/N was ever good with, in tune with, whenever he got too far, whenever his feelings began to bubble over in his mind and cloud his thinking, he was always ready to cut through all of it with the assumption that things never worked out for him that way.

“Speaking of balancing…” Minho trailed off, his eyes expectant. He hooked his arm around Y/N’s, plucking a book from Y/N’s arms to ease the weight of them in Y/N’s hands. Things like this, those subconscious things that Minho did and didn’t seem to think twice about - pulling on Y/N’s hands, hovering over Y/N as he passes by his desk and resting his folded arms on his shoulders, flashing those obnoxiously self-indulgent smirks that were practically waiting for Y/N to either shoot them down or simply be left speechless - it only made these feelings fluttering about in Y/N’s stomach that much more difficult to contain. “Are you ready to balance some chemical equations for our test today?” Minho buried a groan in a mock enthusiasm that was almost satirical in its own right.

Y/N, however, couldn't hide his annoyance as Minho dragged him down the hall toward their inevitable success. As much as they could act annoyed, their endless nights of studying, of preparing themselves for anything that this school could throw at them, assured them that they could get a ninety-percent without so much as a glance at their notes. Balancing chemical equations, properties of equilibrium, bonding, reactions, none of the things their teacher relentlessly drilled into their heads were even on their minds - well, at least Y/N’s. 

All Y/N could think about was Minho, as per usual, how Minho fastened his grip on Y/N’s arm and brought him further toward the classroom where all of the things they never knew about each other blew up in their faces in the best possible way. It was the way Y/N felt everything in him begin to unravel and come back together with every skipped beat of his heart as he was kept on the edges of Minho’s words.

Y/N’s already been dangling on Minho’s ledges for so long, it’s just been a matter of how long Y/N’s willing to wait before he finally climbs up and turns all his untold, restrained feelings into words of his own.

*

“Do you think we could just skip today’s lecture?” Minho groaned, stretching his arms up and out before bending over his iced coffee with way too many shots of espresso to be safe for his system. Y/N fidgeted in his chair across from Minho, thinking about how far they’ve come since the time they first met, yet their need to defy authority and do anything in order to scrap by with their version of the bare minimum has remained as strong as it has ever been. They’ve been pushing themselves to unimaginable academic lengths for as long as they can remember, yet they still are able to find ways to pick and choose their battles, when to waste a few hours and get a ninety-five instead of a ninety.

It’s not like sharing a dorm room with Minho has been any good of an influence. Y/N hates to admit it, but some of Minho’s nonchalance has definitely rubbed off on him.

“Sometimes it still baffles me how we got here on full scholarship.” Y/N chuckled with a shake of his head, earning a sheepish, knowing smirk from across the table.

The entry tests and supplemental applications, the countless nights of Y/N and Minho being the last ones in any study space that could afford to have two burnt out carasses of high schoolers deplete their coffee supply. It all comes rushing back to Y/N every now and then, how hard they’ve worked to get here, and all the ways they don’t work at all and still scrape by on nothing but blind faith and a pinch of egotism. That realization always makes him smile over the latte that Minho buys for him as they sit at the exact same table at the exact same coffee shop on every day they feel productive enough to get out of bed by the time the sun’s still hanging tirelessly in the sky.

“Talent and raw skill, and maybe way too much determination for our own good.” Minho rested his chin on his head and stared out, his eyes catching on the way the corners of Y/N’s lips twitched up at the sarcastic, drowsy lilt in his voice. Y/N could barely hold it together as Minho let out a put after he took a swig from his coffee, and wondered how long he’s actually been silently loving it for. “Also, question.”

“Does it involve me actually having to answer? Or is this one of your long-winded diatribes that you force me into listening to?” Y/N fiddled with the straw of his drink as he watched Minho scrunch his nose up for only a moment before grasping at Y/N’s wrist, pulling his hand close. How Y/N was the only one who seemed to let the heat of a panicked flush slip past his defenses baffled him with all these slight moves Minho makes on him; the one test Y/N can’t seem to pass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely have one of those too.” Minho grinned at the way Y/N sighed in defeat and loosened up with his fingers in Minho’s grip. 

It was always so soft, indifferent, yet eager and lingering at the same time - it always got Y/N’s hopes up, but squeezing back might be too large of a leap for Y/N to take with all his feelings so ready to spill out at any moment. Holding them in for this long - so long - was already beginning to ache enough.

“But it’s about the semi-formal, the one that the sciences department is holding tomorrow,” Minho said in what Y/N felt like was half a breath - almost hesitant, unsure. But it was probably something to do with the road that wasn’t too far away from where they sat. And perhaps the light was playing tricks on Y/N, too, as the shimmer in Minho’s eyes flashed briefly with this expectant richness in them. “You’re coming, right? We rented out this lavish-looking ass venue and everything so it’s gonna be so much fun!”

“I don’t know yet, I’m guessing you’re already going.” Y/N said, biting his lip as his hum overtook the silence between them. He didn’t know what came over him, but his words spilled out before he could catch them in the space between him and his latte. “Are you going with anyone…?” Y/N knew it was stupid to ask that question, Minho wouldn’t have brought it up if he weren’t going with someone.

The silence, while only momentary and contemplative as Minho searched for an answer, was still deafening for Y/N. In the few months they’ve shared at university, Minho’s had his fair share of musings of people that caught his eye. He always managed, every single time and without fail, to describe Y/N to some degree, and it always got Y/N’s hopes up for that split second between when Minho would say their name. 

Moments before Y/N’s heart would plunge with a defeated sigh of his own with Minho’s comments on their eyes or their smirk or the way they can put him in his place - things he’s said to Y/N in a few throwaway compliments, left Y/N questioning. Questioning if holding onto these feelings, if restlessly clinging to them and hoping that one day, he could find the courage to set them free, was worth the exhaustion of needing to hold them back. It was almost meticulous, how Minho did it, allowing for Y/N to see the light on some sort of horizon before allowing Y/N to realize that there was never daylight in the first place.

Y/N supposed that he could subsist on Minho reaching out for his hands every now and then, resting his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder whenever a stressful day met them halfway, taking Y/N in his arms on a subconscious whim as they’d settle into sleep in one of the two beds in their dorm room - bot of them unwilling to dismantle their pride by unpacking the other bundle of sheets they packed for the other bed. He knew that this was how things needed to be until he could find it in himself to let his feelings be known, always so close, yet at such a distance.

“Yeah, I had my eye on someone. I just don’t know how to ask them just yet.”

Y/N couldn’t stop himself from diving deeper. “Do you need help with asking them or something?” It took everything Y/N had not to plaster a longing sigh, a hoarse breath on the end of his words and phrases. This was how it always was, Y/N giving in to the mystery of who received Minho’s attention. 

“Y/N, I’m not that pathetic.” Minho shook his head with a dismissive sigh, before catching the way it rang through the air and wincing at himself. “Okay, maybe just a little… Are you sure, though? It won't be like watching a train crash up close?”

“Shouldn’t be worse than any of the other ones.” Y/N trailed off, but didn’t realize how pointed it came off until it seemed as if he were the only one to recognize it. He couldn’t help it, though, being unable to fill in all the cracks where his feelings, his relentless optimism turned slightly bitter, began to leak out.

It felt as if the hope of Minho returning his feelings was slipping through his fingers yet again, and part of Y/N knew he was going to scramble to pick up as much as he could. His feelings for Minho meant something to him, to who they were and what this friendship became for Y/N - he couldn’t simply shrug all these moments off as if they were nothing, and it’s difficult to let go of a tether he’s tied so many times around his heart.

Y/N didn’t notice until after he recoiled from the one-sided sting of his words what exactly they were soaked and weighed down with. There was always a jealousy there, latent and dormant with every time Minho made himself just out of reach; however, Y/N has always sort of pushed away and never truly recognized it until moments like these, until his jealousy hung right in front of his face. As Minho spoke more of his prospective date, almost as if he already had them, Y/N began to feel it sting, prod at him, bubble up inside him.

“You’re right, you’re totally right.” Minho rolled his eyes as Y/N enjoyed hearing that just a little too much, but nothing about Y/N could keep a bright grin from staying stretched across Minho’s lips. He could only feign annoyance for so long until Y/N’s light seemed to burn it all down and leave him stripped to his fondness.

“I’ll help you pick out something to wear.” Y/N hovered over his latte, hoping that maybe the way his voice curved against the plastic cup could help hide the way his voice continued to waver with thought. “Maybe then if you go up in those metaphorical flames, you could do it in a cute two-piece or something.”

“Ah yes,” Minho chuckled, he could see something gathering behind Y/N’s eyes, heavy thought - too much - Y/N slipping up in his attempts to hide everything, as his chuckle faded into empty space between them. And as Minho kept his eyes on Y/N, finally catching Y/N’s gaze on his own, Y/N froze. Minho was daft and arrogant sometimes, Y/N’s faces his fair share of that side of him, but he was also sensitive and observant when they least expected it.

The way Minho’s eyes lingered on Y/N for that endless moment between them sitting and them standing up with half-finished drinks in their hands, it was almost as if Minho recognized something - or, at the very least, processed that there was something that Y/N was straining himself to let out. Minho didn’t say anything, at least not out loud as they made their way down the overgrown cobbles of their campus walkways whisking themselves off to Minho’s dorm room to probably sift through all his clothes and have Y/N wince and cringe at every single piece.

Minho wanted to feel a groan rising up in him, but he simply couldn’t mistake that look in Y/N’s eyes. However, Y/N, on the other hand, hoped that Minho didn’t dwell on the way Y/N froze, shocked that Minho spotted him slipping up, for too long. He still wanted Minho to have room to be happy, to be satisfied with having a date, going to semi-formal and dancing under scattered shimmers of chandelier light. 

Yet, as they were walking, Y/N still couldn’t help himself but imagine them spinning on the scuffed ballroom flooring instead, moonlight spilled against them, words and feelings and second thoughts drowned out by the soundless rhythm between them.

*

The sun was finally beginning to set on the day of the semi-formal, giving its final fiery kisses goodnight to the copper sky and its golden clouds. Y/N and Minho were pulling things together last minute, because no matter how much time they gave themselves to prepare for anything, tests, dances, even their totally not-scheduled meet-ups by the park just before sundown - so they could see all the colours converge and then burst into the blackness of night - it always came down to the last minute for them. 

Y/N was fixing up Minho’s clothes in front of a stand-up mirror tucked into a corner near their front entrance, prodding and pulling at the collar of Minho’s blazer, the one they spent the entire day prior scouring through their closets for. And as much as Minho wanted to pull away, shrink from YN’s touch as he fussed over stray locks of hair, slapping Minho’s fidgeting hands away, or murmured to himself as he looked at the way Minho stood, handsome and sharp, in his rebelliously loose-fitting grey suit pants and blazer, Minho knew he couldn’t. 

He never wanted to admit - at least to Y/N’s face - how much enjoyed the way Y/N scrunched his nose up and hovered over the smallest of things - how much of Minho’s black t-shirt was tucked into his pants, the rings that Minho ‘needed’ to wear. It made Minho want to let out a laugh as bright as the sunlight streaming in through their windows and just take Y/N into his arms.

All of Y/N’s little things, those finite details that kept Minho coming back and reeling all the same, made him unravel and melt in a way he never has before.

“Okay, Y/N, I think I look fine.” Minho tried to fiddle with his hair, attempting to push away a couple locks of hair that fell in waves over his forehead, but Y/N caught Minho’s hand in his own and pinned it to his side with a frown that only made it harder for Minho to hold back suppressed giggles. “Do you think they’ll like it?”

“Bro, you seriously look so fine.” Y/N caught up with his words but tried not to rest on them for too long. He looked up to see Minho shine a small knowing smile, as if he didn’t need Y/N to say anything to make the room believe it, and rolled his eyes, continuing on. “If they don’t go with you then I’m sure there’s something seriously wrong with the world.”

A little bit of Y/N was leaking out into every word, even his tone. Y/N felt as if this was the moment where things were finally out of his hands, lost to a force that he can’t control now. Even looking up at the way this sheepishness flooded Minho’s features as it always did whenever Y/N complimented him, Y/N couldn’t help but feel everything rushing back to him in one final effort to feel something, say something.

Y/N stayed silent, though, he couldn’t say anything. Not now, and not for a long time. But as long as Minho was happy, even if one of them were finding something they were looking for, then maybe Y/N could finally find happiness in it too.

All Y/N wants to be in situations like these is be happy for Minho - despite all he’s invested into his daydreams about Minho taking him in his arms, doing what they always do but take it that few steps further. Minho had feelings of his own, but they never seemed to be Y/N’s. Y/N needed to be okay with that sooner or later, as happy endings, smooth sailing, longings and wishes falling right into his lap never really came to him.

Every single time the name of another was brought into the conversation, it seemed as if Y/N and this seemingly baseless quest for Minho’s more-than-borderline affections were simply gluttons for punishment - for this reaffirmation of the fall that always came from the high of a glimpse of a possibility, of a space in between for Y/N to say something, anything.

“I- thanks, Y/N.” Minho said, his voice low and sincere, a pitch that always hit them whenever the sun set. “I appreciate it.”

Minho was never one to get like this very often, as he preferred to rely on the serrated edges of his wit and sarcasm to make his way through a conversation and deal with the compliments that Y/N always slid his way. Whenever he did, though, it reminded Y/N of how much of each other they held in them - all their secrets and cherished memories, broken walls long forgotten beneath them, emotions, inhibitions all let out into night skies and laughed off as if they were nothing. 

That weightlessness, Y/N supposed it to be so singular, an experience that only they seemed to share. He could be wrong, though, he’s been wrong about his hopes way too many times to count.

“Don’t mention it.” Y/N bit back all the things he’ll never be able to say, feeling it sting on the way down like a shot of shitty liquor. But he kept a smile on his face, ignited and still keeping its flame. As long as Minho was happy, then he was happy. That’s what friends were for.

But Y/N didn’t know if he just wanted to be friends.

“Now go knock them dead, please, or I’ll be severely disappointed in you, young man.”

“Yes sir, I shall not disappoint you.” Minho sent his words off with a laugh, but his eyes held this warmth in them. Before Y/N knew it, Minho was already pulling him into his embrace, a breathless hum of content - that wordless ‘thank you’ that Minho was always partial to - spilling down Y/N’s back. Y/N wanted to stay adrift in Minho’s arms for as long as the coral sunlight would stay submerging them, being pulled in by Minho’s gravity, feeling all the sharpness and facetiousness slip away from them as they unwound and tied themselves around each other, it was a feeling that Y/N never wanted to be rid of. “You sure you’re not coming…?”

“I’m sure, now go. You can only be so fashionably late.”

“Oh, Y/N. You know that anyone would stay around for this face.” Minho pulled back and soaked in the light of another one of Y/N’s little smirks, and knew that no matter how tired Y/N claimed to be of Minho’s overwhelmingly swollen self-esteem, it was something that Y/N could never get enough of.

“That is one of the many things I do know.” They shared a brief chuckle between them and stood in their silence for a little bit. Somehow, it felt a little bit more comfortable, more worn in, Y/N couldn't help but find the absences in it, though. “Now go, please, your cologne is stinking up the doorway.” Y/N shoved at Minho’s shoulders, turning him around and toward the door. Before he could completely force Minho out the doorway, however, Minho turned around in Y/N’s hands, tucking a lock of Y/N’s hair behind his ear with this generously bright, sincere smile that stopped Y/N in his tracks.

“I’ll be back soon, before midnight. The mental image of you sitting in this dorm alone doesn’t settle well.” Y/N snickered, supposing that this was Minho’s beautifully lopsided way of being compassionate.

“Yes, save me from myself.” 

Minho met Y/N’s words halfway with a chuckle of his own before finally heading through the door. No matter how many steps he took, though, he couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N - it was like he was dragging out their goodbye, reluctant to leave Y/N alone. “I’m gonna go now…” I was like Minho was convincing himself more than anyone else. 

“Okay, you do that.” Y/N kept a snarky smile up as he began to close the door, nudging Minho past the door’s threshold. “They grow up so fast.” Y/N cooed at Minho’s pouty frown before finally shutting the door, leaning against it feeling weightless and heavy at the same time. 

It was as if he could barely stand, and all he had holding him up was the willpower he had to shove everything in him aside. And it wasn't until Minho left that this indomitable wave of thoughts and feelings overcame him and every function in his body, feeling like less of a discovery, but more of a realization, a moment of clarity crashing into him and leaving him windless.

“We’ve grown up so fast…” Y/N murmured into the door, resting his forehead against it. He spent so long giving into this false and viciously resilient sense of hope, that he could barely feel how his heart broke and shattered and crumbled, piece by piece as he helped Minho get ready. This moment, the moment that Minho actually left, was the one that Y/N dreaded the most. “Fuck, now I’m talking to myself…”

He wanted to keep his hope, cling to it. He wants so badly to be ignorant to all the hurt and ache that’s crashing down on him with every dose of reality he’s been taking. He wants to go back to the ways he appreciated what was there and wanted more of what Minho was giving him, instead of being at this place where he started to find all the things that weren’t there, the things that Minho didn’t give to him or didn’t see in the same way as him. All the yearning and none of the disappointment that comes after, that’s what Y/N wanted to keep, but he was a fool to think that he could stay high without the crash landing that came after.

Y/N was tugged out of his trance, however, when a knock on the door sent him stumbling back. He just eyed the door for a moment, considering if the sound actually came from his door, until there was another one, just as eager. Hesitant, Y/N reached to open it, and his face, contorted in confusion, only twisted up even more when he found Minho on the other end with this satisfied smile on his lips.

“Hey, I’m looking for someone? I heard he lives here?”

For a moment that felt like so much longer, Y/N was frozen in his own perplexity, still unaware of the wildfire of cockiness and prideful light that ignited in Minho’s smile. It was crooked in the perfect way it always was, yet all Y/N could see was the fact that Minho was still here, at his front door.

Oh, wait… Minho’s still here at his front door.

He was never leaving, and there was nobody else. It was all sinking in now as Minho’s glee held itself between them and their shocked silence for longer and longer. Minho couldn’t help but grin even brighter; YN’s utter confusion was more than enough to satisfy him. He continued anyway, shuffling in, closing the space between them, resting his hands on Y/N’s hips, fingers draped from and tugging on the pelt loops of Y/N’s pants.

“Wait, what- Minho-” Y/N couldn’t gather himself, all his words falling from his tongue. Now matter how confused he was, how everything that happened in these last excruciatingly long moments of stammering completely knocked him off balance and sent his settled emotions and unwound hopes haywire, he could still find it in himself to lean into Minho’s touch, hands eclipsing each other.

“He’s about yay high,” Minho held his hand against Y/N’s forehead, letting a chuckle out as Y/N did no more than eye his movements with a pout so adorable, Minho didn’t know if he could keep his sheepish laughter at bay for long enough for his sarcasm to take charge of the situation. It was always Y/N who could ever even attempt to tug at the knots of Minho’s defences - sharp words and silver tongue, all the weapons he’s forged to make sure nobody ever got close. It was almost effortless, and it practically was, how Y/N could just smile, look him in the eye, lend Minho one of his absent and breathy laughs, and Minho could find his rough surfaces of high tide being cut in two. “And he’s got beautiful eyes like yours - but don’t tell him I said that.”

Y/N didn’t know what to think or how to feel. It felt as if everything in him was going off at the same time and out of order; relief, joy, confusion, doubt, a warped suspicion that this was still the lead-up to some sort of punchline. But as Minho brought Y/N even closer, pressed into him with that softening smile and that cocky, loveable flourish in his eyes, everything felt right in a way that Y/N never thought could be tangible, anything more than a flicker of sunlight playing twisted tricks on him.

He could feel it… It was him… It was Y/N all along.

“I-”

“He’s hard to miss, especially when he gets that little scowl going on whenever I get way too full of myself. It’s kinda cute, really cute, actually.” Minho’s words trailed off into relentlessly brilliant giggles as he gripped Y/N’s fingers, keeping their hands wrapped up in one another. Nodding off all the things that reminded Minho way too late of all the ways he loved Y/N, it was almost too easy - Minho was far from done. “Oh! And whenever we would rough-house in my room I’d always let him win because his ego was so fragile, and you know what? Sometimes I like helping a cause-”

“HEY!” Y/N threw a punch-like nudge to Minho’s chest, but Minho simply soaked it in, just like he did Y/N’s melody of a whine. Y/N was grinning now, too, overwhelmed by so much happiness, so much warmth and pure bliss, that he could barely feel what hung on the end of his fingertips. Minho was all Y/N wanted to feel, and he leaned closer, burying his deep breaths - quivering, barely able to stand on their own - into Minho’s shoulder as he prepared for Minho to say more, to say anything or everything.

“We could never fuck around at his house after that one time in junior year when we forgot to clean up the room and slept in the same bed for the first time ‘cause there was no way I was taking the floor.”

Minho took in Y/N’s chuckle, and it felt like they were reliving all their glory days, all the times where sparks lit up inside them, yet they didn’t know what to do with the fires inside them. Every single day, afternoon and night ‘reluctantly’ spent together was now taken into their embrace, dyed with the flush of late august sunsets where Minho could never keep his eyes off Y/N and knew every reason why no force in the world could never tear him away. All those times Minho should’ve known better, and all the times he could’ve cut short Y/N dance with time and taken its place.

“His parents came in to wake us up,” Minho paused and took a breath before widening his eyes and stretching his lips into a grimace. He felt Y/N shudder into his shoulder at the recollection of every piece Minho was sliding into place. “They were absolutely mortified at the fact that the sheets were now on the fucking windowsill, and we had this grating, humiliating and awkward conversation about protection and the importance of sex and how we were too young to understand what we were doing. We didn’t know when to tell them that the only head we were giving each other were headlocks and that’s it.” 

Minho twisted himself to try and wrangle Y/N into one, bringing his arm over Y/N’s neck. Y/N just let out a squeak and squirmed in his spot, his hands tugging softly at Minho’s fingers as they staggered and spun in the doorway. Minho knew he couldn’t keep like this for long, at least without Y/N tearing himself away and fighting back with twice as much fury, so he let go and held Y/N tenderly by his shoulders. He couldn’t help but let out another laugh of sheer delight; Y/N’s smile still has yet to fade, and Minho never wants to see it go, he never wants to revolve around another sun but the starlight that ignited in Y/N’s eyes and smile and voice.

They way Minho’s recounting every single thing, telling themselves the story of versions of them that will never know or understand or feel the things they’re feeling right now, it made Y/N feel something tangling up in his throat, in his breath. “We laughed about it the whole day afterward and went to school in each other’s clothes. I think that was the day when I realized my feelings for him - maybe it was sooner, I dunno - but the fact that I haven’t acted on them until now is practically a hate crime.”

“Minho… I…” Y/N still couldn’t find the words. It was as if Minho was stealing them right out from under him, leaving him breathless and tied up in Minho’s hands.

“It’s taken me quite a bit to finally find him, but sometimes, no matter how smart I know I am and how intellectual we pride ourselves on being, I can still be a dumb bitch sometimes and lose sight of the things that’re right in front of me.” Minho looked right into Y/N’s eyes, stars in their gazes aligning, colliding, bursting as the gravity that’s been holding them together collapsed at their feet. “I like you, Y/N… I like you so much… I didn’t really know how to ask you to the semi-formal, but I thought this would be fun and quirky, so…”

Minho trailed off with a pout, and left Minho to fill in the silence almost instantly with bright, colourful laughter as he brought his hands to Minho’s face, holding him, cradling him by his flushed cheeks. “I would be honoured to go, especially with a guy I’ve liked since high school.”

“God… I put you through so much pain, didn’t I?” For a minute, Y/N thought Minho was being apologetic, feeling his way through his words, but he was sorely mistaken. “I mean, being this irresistible? I mean, how could you not?” Minho shook his head, eyes widening and mouth twisted into a soft and sweet sneer - as soft and sweet as a sneer could be. But he didn’t dare, for a single moment, think to stray from this blissful feeling of Y/N holding him, bringing him in, burying laughter into his chest and shoulders, everything falling into place. “You were so jealous at the coffee shop, weren’t you?”

“No! Absolutely not!” Y/N jerked himself away, resisting the urge to fall right back into Minho’s orbit - and the way he leaned and melted so easily in his hands - throwing his hand out into a defensive point at Minho’s chest. “I wasn’t, I totally wasn’t.” Now it was Minho’s time to roll his eyes with a wide smile, the way that Y/N always did whenever Minho was way too over his head. 

He never quite traced that feeling, that warmth bubbling up in him, that overflowing fondness that ignited a flush under his skin and heat under his hands whenever Y/N did that with one of his gentle smirks; until now. He wished he noticed sooner how much he loved when Y/N did that, when he took all the things that Minho could usually get away with and threw them at his feet with nothing but a shrug.

“You can’t prove it!” Y/N realized the hole he was digging for himself, and how he was working to convince himself more than anybody else - even the lamp on their couch’s end-table didn’t seem to believe them, its warm amber light coating a lot more of their recent memories on the edge of confession, dangling by threads of shitty red wine and each other’s hands wandering over textbooks.

Minho practically cooed at Y/N, watching as he crossed his arms and huffed, turning his chin the other way. But with a single nudge, Minho brought Y/N’s face - and his adorable frown - back toward him. “I almost had you fooled, almost. I was scared you were catching on.”

“Uh- could you blame me for struggling to hold in my pent-up feelings for you?” The way Y/N put it, it made Minho scratch at the back of his head, with a sheepish grimace. He didn’t like thinking about all the ways he could’ve made Y/N feel hopeless, fueling the fires of that constant longing that he alone thought he had burning inside him. “Especially considering that you had a new crush every week and described them the same exact way?”

Minho put his hands up in surrender before letting them find their way back to Y/N’s waist. “Okay, okay. I’ll definitely take the heat for those. But you gotta admit that it’s kinda poetic; how I’ve been describing you in all the things I loved.”

“Or maybe just correct.” Y/N titled his head, scrunching his nose and grinning wildly. “I’m pretty loveable.”

“That you are.” Minho’s words were silken, smooth. They weren’t hiding behind layers of edges and corners, they weren’t cool to the touch, brimming with sarcasm or veiled by anything. They were effortless, a sigh of relief spilling out of him. “That you really are…”

“Aw, Minho…” Y/N hummed into Minho’s hands as he brought them up to absently play with Y/N’s shirt collar. Minho never usually lets this side of him out, the one whose voice settles beneath the moonlight, the one whose eyes don’t pierce through problems and preen for a solution. Only YN’s ever paid witness to Minho’s unsure ramblings and careless sighs. “I’m guessing you want me to get changed for the dance?”

“No- I mean- You look gorgeous the way you are…”

“Stop it, please~ you’re getting all soft on me!” Y/N clutched Minho’s hands, pouting at the way Minho’s voice took on such a sickly sweet melody.

“Would you rather me be hard instead?” They froze, the air around them shattered. Even Minho took a second to reel back his words as they simply looked at each other, mouths agape, stuck in this flicker of a moment where a mixture of shock and utter amazement flooded their features. “I-I don’t know… I… I’m- wow…”

“Honestly, that was kind of impressive.” Y/N kept Minho’s eyes to himself, a giggle trickling from the corners of his purse-lipped smile.

As Y/N considered Minho’s completely awe-stricken expression for a while, until it loosened into something more contemplative, thoughtful. Y/N could feel a proposition coming on.

“Hey… Maybe we shouldn’t go? Let’s just stay here, eat food and pretend to watch movies.” Minho kept one of Y/N’s hands in his own while gesturing around the room. Their worn in couch that’s been the victim of way too many five-in-the-morning study sessions and caffeine-riddled conversations about half-baked philosophies and terribly informed politics; the bags of barely unpacked things they’ve kept in the corner of their living space for the last couple months; the kitchen where they leaned over the countertops and tied their weathered, vacant stares together over their morning coffee’s dying breaths; the bed where they’ve held each other, making sure to both unironically and ironically whisper ‘no homo’ to each other before falling into each other’s arms under the weight of a stressful day. 

They’ve been each other’s comfort for so long, and now they get to be a new form of safe haven for each other, the kind that’s always been there between them since those early days when they couldn’t tear their eyes off each other, in the ways they’d brush against each other in the hallway, take each other in before mustering up a glare. They’ve always been more to one another than they could’ve ever conceived, but now they’re conceiving it, finally finding the stars in their night skies that constantly shone the brightest.

“But your ticket-”

“Fuck the ticket.” In one swift motion, Minho tore off his blazer and tossed it aside, fastening his hands onto Y/N’s hips and guiding him over the arm of the couch with a stagger and knots of laughter as they fell onto the couch’s seats behind them. He brought Y/N’s hands in his own and they collided with the cushions in a way that felt so smooth, but just rough enough that they could laugh about it in the morning. 

Tying their hands above Y/N’s head, Minho’s knees seizing his waist, how everything gave way under them and how Y/N looked up at Minho, kept him trapped in the gravity of his wondrous eyes. 

“I want you, and I don’t want to share you with anyone else tonight. Or ever…”

“Let’s stay here then, ‘cause I want you too.” Y/N squeezed Minho’s hands and felt his breath slip away from him as Minho leaned closer, even closer, their faces mere fractions of seconds apart. Their lips mere shadows of each other, their skin an alignment of stars, the air and the setting sunlight and all the colours taken in between them but a blur.

It felt like a beginning, a beginning of a story they’ll pray over decade-old textbooks will never end.

[star-suh]

★ here is the list of the groups/idols i write for and my fics:

GROUPS I WRITE FOR (until now):

NCT 127

ATEEZ

IDOLS I WRITE FOR:

(i'm not gonna write fics for all the members of a group, so here's gonna be the list of those idols)

Christopher Bang Chan

too strong to handle

hardcore

Lee Minho

one jerk off a day do not keep the doctor away

cops and robbers a short story

Jay Park (EN-)

welcum day!

good friends share

Park Sunghoon

enemies to fuckers

good friends share

Kim Mingyu

welcum day!

the phone call

y/n's sexual adventures a short story

blackmail

a new "friendship" has born

Wong Yukhei

happy anniversary!!!

not a birthday cake

ménàge a troi

Na Jaemin

not-so-opposites attract

jae-mean

Winwin

tasty

cruisin' for a fuckin'

Kim Jiwoong

the masseur

Seok Matthew

Choi Minho

Jung Sungchan

Yangyang

Jackson wang

Jeon Wonwoo

Lee Hoseok

Lee Minhyuk

Lee Jeno

Park Jisung

Park Jinyoung

Hong Seunghan

Lee Juyeon

Lee Sangyeon

[vkooksupremacy]

Missing You - L.MH

Missing You Masterlist

Does it feel good?

To leave me?

To tell me you never loved me straight to my face.

Say it was all a joke to you.

I'm watching you be all over her.

And I know that you'll never love me.

Because I'm not her. I'm not her who you are whipped for.

Heh. Whipped ass. I used to call you that.

I'm not mad, really. I'm just sad that you lied to me.

See you in the next life, Lee Minho.

[kevcanwait]

I got so happy see that I had one thing in my inbox only to check it and see no post or anything.

I've refreshed both the app and inbox itself but nothing is showing up.

oh well, since I'm posting this, I'm off my little smut break and have started this.

Little teaser. Should I finish it? Started it with the motivation that I don't see many bttm!Lee Know fics and he's been bias wrecking me lately.

Now the question that's been on my mind since writing this: If continued, what name kwink would fit Min? 😅 If it wasn't clear, I like writing Hyung kwink but was planning to have the kitten/kitty pet name sprinkled in so was thinking master as well...

Help I'm so awkward

I'm just indecisive, an example being should I post the fic or not 😅