#minho oneshot

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Gods and Monsters

Symphony Smut Series Day 1: Lana del Rey's God's and Monsters

Lyric: In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel, looking to get fucked hard.

Pairings: Cupid!Minho × fem!angel of heaven, includes Yuna from Itzy in a scene

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), loss of virginity (reader), overstimulation, p in v, slight breeding kink, corruption kink, possesion kink, hair pulling, use of kitten and angel, Minho cumming in reader

A/N: alright, first day! I am saur excited for this series so we're starting off strong with my husba- I mean my bias Minho! This was heavily inspired by his WKorea photoshoot.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Gods existed. And so did monsters. But monsters didn't have a particular description, in Minho's opinion.

There he was, an angel, with the brightest wings of them all, holding metal tipped arrows in his hand, shooting all those who he believed deserved love, or worse, rejected love.

And yet, sometimes Cupid falls in love too. High angel of God never mattered to him much. Why would it? When beautiful angels roam the gardens of Eden, stroking their frocks and picking berries and flowers all day.

You were one such beautiful angel.

The prettiest of them all, according to Minho.

"Minho has his eyes on you again Y/N." Yuna nudged your shoulder gently, accidentally making you drop the berries you had in your hand. You rolled your eyes and picked them up again, quickly throwing them into your basket.

"Let him. Why should I care?"

"He's a high ranking angel Y/n." Yuna mumbled, adjusting her skirt, "They say he serves God directly."

"Nobody has seen God Yuna." You smiled gently at her. Even though she was older than you, by a few years or so, she was always the more mischevious one, always keeping an eye out for spotting your admirers.

"He is handsome, but we all know I have probably zero chances with an angel like that."

"Suit yourself then." She huffed, her mystical eyes scouring the dirt below your feet for more berries.

"Why are we picking so many berries anyway?" You questioned, adjusting the basket on your hip. Yuna shrugged her shoulders and made a face which clearly screamed confusion.

"I've hear a rumour though." Yuna whispered excitedly to you, toying with a mulberry leaf she has accidentally plucked, "Apparently Minho needs them for his monthly ritual tonight."

"The ritual?" You asked, "The one where he..."

"Takes an angel for his own, yes." Yuna completed your sentence, removing a thorn stuck in her wickerwork basket, "Apparently if he falls in love with any of them, he shall be promoted to a higher position, one where he can actually see God."

"But that hasn't happened yet has it?" You chuckled, the scent of honeydew plantations tickling your nose, as you saw some angels tending to them with their bare hands all pricked with thorns, "He's a Cupid. Cupids can't fall in love. Even though, I admit, he is dashing."

"Angels, may I have a moment of your time?"

A cold voice sounded like a gong behind your ear drums as you spun around (your skirt spinning with you), to face a cat-like face with bunny teeth.

"Minho." Yuna perked up, brushing her hair out of her face. Gosh, she really did like him. Like you, and every other angel in Heaven and Hell.

"How are you today?" " Fine as ever, Yuna." His tone was condescending, a weird one to use for a casual conversation such as this one.

"Y/N." He bowed to you, the eclipses of his soft hair falling onto his face as he did. "Minho." You answered, the neckline of your frock falling down as you bowed, revealing your cleavage, which Minho tried hard not to stare at.

"You look beautiful today." He complemented, his white teeth on full display, "as always." His addition at the end made you blush.

Was he this nice to every pretty angel?

"I assume you ladies are picking these beautiful berries for my ritual tonight?" He bent over your basket, examining all the black and red berries stuffed into it.

"We are." You cleared your throat, noticing how close Minho was to your bosom, "aren't they delicious looking?"

"We'll see tonight." Minho toyed with a blackberry, "When I drink them up."

Something about his tone scared you, as Yuna bowed him out of the garden, leaving you, tucking your skirt in a little more secure, and looking at the berries all arranged neatly in your basket.

Unexpected things always happen to humans, as you had heard. But sometimes they can happen to angels too. They can happen to anyone really. They just need time.

"Y/N." Minho caressed your cheek gently. The smell of crushed blackberries filled the room, as a bowl of red berries lay beside you.

Being chosen by Minho, hearing your name fall from his lips like an ill forgotten name of a God was shocking, as Yuna nudged you forward to the stand. All the angels looked at you with pity, as if you were a lamb going off for slaughter.

But you hadn't expected him to treat you so kindly.

"My angel...." Minho whispered, tucking a stray hair back behind your ear. "Why me?" You whispered back, as he kissed your knuckles gently, his wings fluttering gently behind him, as he folded them into his back.

"Why not you?" He chuckled, looking at you with bedroom eyes. Reaching his hand behind you, he picked up a berry from the wooden bowl and held it in front of your mouth.

"Be a good angel and open for me." He imitated an opening mouth with his own, "ah there you go, good girl."

The cherry was sweet, running with juices as you tasted it in your mouth, it's bitterness not bothering you. Spitting the seed out quickly, you looked up meekly as Minho's naked figure.

His jaw, lined with heavy lust, his eyes darkened as the night, and his muscles throbbing into your skin. You were wearing a loose robe of reds and whites, a show of the corruption of the pure.

"Oh don't worry darling." Minho caressed your cheek again, his thighs rubbing against yours as he laid you back on the silk ridden bed, "You'll feel nothing but pleasure tonight." "Minho I-Im scared." You whimpered, unsure of what to do. What if he didn't fall in love with you? What if you became another wasted angel?

"Don't be." Minho chuckled, "A pretty angel like you shouldn't be."

You sunk back into the mattress, his body over yours, a hand cupping your cheek while the other rested on your waist, stroking the skin there, exposed from your ridden up robe. your hands were in his curls, and you revelled in the way that you could shamelessly touch them now. He paused for a second, nose brushing yours, breathless and grinning down at you, a knowing smile that was so beautiful that it rendered you speechless.

You leaned in to kiss him again, slower this time, relishing in the moment. you were lost in him, thinking back to the very first time you’d locked eyes and how you never thought it would come to this. this, the way he was holding you, was the best surprise.

"May I?" Minho asked gently, toying with your robe. You nodded your head in a weak attempt of saying yes. His face, mere inches from yours rendered you speechless again.

And with that, the air changed, charged with a different kind of tension. Minho pulled you on top of him, hands firm on your body, the action itself gentle. you steadied yourself, hands on his shoulders, his resting on your waist.

he smiled softly, slowly peeling the material off of your body, up over your head and tossed carelessly onto the floor. he kept his eyes on yours, despite the fact you were now left bare, aside from the white cotton panties that separated you both. he pawed at your sides, kneading gently at your soft hips.

“we’re gonna start slow, okay? gonna take my time with you.” he muttered, eyes on yours before they trailed slowly down, across your face, neck, collarbone, further and further until he was taking all of you in. he began to stroke the underside of your breast with his thumb, watching the way your body tensed under his feather-like touch.

His kiss trailed further down your body, peppered in the valley of your breasts, and then you stopped breathing, the air caught in your throat because he was looking at you, really, truly looking at you, as his tongue found your nipple. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, not when he was looking at you like that, not when he was making you feel this good already.

“oh, kitten, you want me so badly, don’t you? should’ve asked me sooner. m’gonna make you feel so good.” His hands were on your hips, guiding you backwards and forwards on him.

“it feels so- oh, god.” you whimpered, fingers tangling in his curls, back arching further into him as your thighs clenched around his. He licked over your collarbone oh so slowly, a shiver running down your taut spine.

“i want you to come for me like this first, okay? can you do that for me, kitten?” he cooed, bouncing his leg ever so slightly. “look at me.” And you did, somehow mustering the strength to pull yourself back up and find his darkened eyes.

You were a mess of curses when you let go, your body convulsing, collapsing into him as you came. You were throbbing on his thigh, one glance down at where you were grinding against him displaying your slick. His arms went around your body, flipping you onto your back so that you were resting against the mattress.

“you did so well, angel.” Minho crooned, resting over you on his forearms. you stared up at him in awe, blinking away the haze. “do you want more?”

Minho's hand slid down your body, searching for the band of your underwear. when he reached his destination, he toyed with the lacy edges, letting them snap against the pudge of your belly, teasing you. you bucked your hips, frustrated, and he used the opportunity to cup your pussy, feeling where you’d soaked through the cotton. the groan he let out was carnal, animalistic, almost needy. he could feel all of you, how you ached and dripped, how you needed the everything that you’d requested.

“you’re so fucking good for me, God.” Minho almost slurred his words, voice lower than you’d ever heard it. you keened at the sound, pushing your hips further into him.

“you still want all of me?” he breathed, his shaky breath fanning your face. Minho was obsessed with hearing you say it, obsessed with how you wanted him as much as he needed you.

“You’re so fucking tight.” lando groaned, an edge of excitement in his voice, and then he unleashed everything that he’d held back.

“ahh,” you moaned, trying to tilt your hips so he stopped rutting against your clit, but he was too heavy for you to move beneath him. You could feel another orgasm brewing and you squeezed your eyes shut, your brain fogged. “M-minho” you cried, not knowing if you could keep going like this.

Minho's erratic hips never faulted, “shh,” he cooed unsteadily. “you can take it.” 

You shook your head back and forth and mewled in your throat. Minho tried to reassure you, “m’almost finished, kitten.”

As wild and deadly as he was in the battles of Heaven , he was just as primal in the bedroom. Thee softness of your skin felt heavenly against Minho's sore body and against his calloused hands. he slid a hand into your hair, his fist grasping tightly. “this is the last time. i promise.” His deep baritone sent you over the edge. you cried out loud, your legs squeezing against Minho's body, your body shaking as he pummeled you through another orgasm. 

You could barely hear the way he was grunting and moaning as you clenched down impossibly hard around him. “gah, fuck,” he groaned.

Minho spilled inside you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt him fill you once more that night. You weren’t even sure how he still had more to give at this point.

His thrusts turned slow but remained powerful when he bottomed out, hitting you as far back as he could. you gasped with every rut of his hips hitting yours. 

His seed leaked out around his cock as he rode out his orgasm. you weren’t sure you could go for another round, hoping Minho was true to his word and this actually was the last time.

His hand aimlessly stroked your hair. he pulled back to look at you, smiling at the sight of your flushed face and disheveled hair. “see. knew you could take it.” he kissed the tip of your nose, regretfully pulling out of you. you whined at the loss—you had got so used to the feeling of him inside you, it was almost painful for him to leave. he marveled at you as he sat back on his haunches, looking between your legs and watching his seed gush out of you. 

"You're mine now." Minho whispered into your ear, looking at your cum ridden tummy, "all mine for the eternity of heaven."

As if to seal a charm, Minho kissed you on your neck, wrapping your weak figure into his arms, and running his fingers through your hair to cradle you to sleep.

"My angel."

[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── enchanted..

pairing ||  minho x reader summary || when a change in his usual routine meant meeting you, minho couldn't help but be enchanted to meet you. genre/s || love trope. fluff. romance. angst. trope || love at first sight masterlist || stray kids as love tropes mina’s notes ||  sorry for the delay! life was hectic and writers block sucks. please enjoy ♡ 

Routine was something Minho thrived in. Something about the consistency of his day in the mornings caused the inner calm to be brought to the surface before the hectic schedule of his afternoons and evenings made his peace disappear. It’s why he loved the short walk to the same coffee shop with Seungmin where they ordered their usuals, before heading off to the company building.

Until the day he walked into the café with Seungmin in toe, that his life changed without him knowing it. The sound of an unfamiliar voice filled his ears, what can I get started for you? it asked. So quickly did his attention snap to you, someone new to the place he made a part of his life. When his eyes finally landed on you, your smile took his breath away. It melted away something in his chest that he didn’t know existed. You were like a ray of light in the darkroom that he’d been stuck in for some time. Excuse me? your voice rang out again, softer this time. Seungmin nudged him with a knowing smile before placing their usual order and pulling his older brother away from the forming line.

When schedules pulled them out of their usual routine, Minho couldn’t stop the small frown that kept appearing on his face in between the different activities. Why wouldn’t he stop his mind from drifting back to you? The encounter with you didn’t last more than a few minutes, yet he thought back to your smile and soft voice. The color of your hair and how it framed your face. Minho wanted to know more about you. What were your hobbies? Did you listen to their music? Catching the eyes of Seungmin in the mirror, he only grew more frustrated at himself knowing that once this small break was over, the same conversation with his younger brother would be brought back up.

On the next flight, he couldn’t stop kicking himself once he realized that he never caught your name either. How could something he deemed so small be the only thing that consumed his mind outside of lyrics and choreography? What was it about you that kept him in this state? The lingering questions kept him up. Did you recognize them? Was there someone else in your life that you care for? What else did you do? Minho would ponder these questions while he finally got to lay in his own bed wide awake, cursing himself because he knew that the schedule would continue to take him away from you.

Why wouldn’t he bring himself to stop thinking about you? All he could dream about was showing up at your door, flowers in hand, confessing to you all the thoughts that occupied his mind since that moment he laid eyes on you. Maybe it was for the better, this, longing love for someone he didn’t even know, but that didn’t stop him from imagining what your lives would be like together. Tossing and turning, he pulled out his phone to see their schedule for the next few days, only signing when he realized how much they had going on. What if the small opening at the end of the week allowed him for a fast stop at the café just to see you for a second. Yeah, he was out of his mind.

Opening the door, the next morning, he felt the bubble in his chest seconds before your voice rang out into the quiet space. He knew it was early when he dragged Seungmin out the door, but he didn’t want to miss the chance to see you. You should ask for their name, Seungmin had suggested on the walkover. When Minho saw the same smile as before etched on your face as you greeted them asking again what you could get started, he melted a little bit. Without answering your question he instead replied with, What’s your name?, leaving Seungmin to scoff in disbelief. The soft giggle you let leave your lips made Minho’s knees grow weak as you answered, y/n, bowing slightly to him.

While Minho monitored the member's dance practice, he couldn’t focus as all that possessed his mind was you. y/n he thought. A pretty name to match the pretty face. He was going crazy. His mind wouldn’t let him do anything besides daydreaming about what a future with you looks like. Yet, he knew that Chan was about three seconds away from smacking him or kicking him out of practice until he could be fully invested. Why did you have this effect on him?

Minho’s new routine was getting to the café a little earlier than he did before to ask you one new question a day as a way to get to know you. It was obvious to everyone that he was putty in your hands while you pondered his questions every day, indulging him in making sure that no answer was a one-word answer even though you could have easily replied that way. Was this feeling mutual? What was he feeling? When you smiled at him, all he wanted to do was gift you the world. When you giggled at something he said, all he wanted to do was kiss you.

When an off day finally arrived, Minho followed his usual schedule of going to the café to see you, only to find that you weren’t there, which was the first time since he’d met you that you were there. You had become such a constant part of his days that it felt like everything in this day would go wrong. Making it back to the dorm, he watched as the others shuffled around, filling a picnic basket with food and collecting blankets. We wanted to hang out by the river today, Felix said as he ushered Minho back out the door. The other members are going to meet us there, Felix happily provided more information as he continued to push Minho down the street.

As they approached, Minho couldn’t help but think this would be a great place to take you on dates. Lounging with you, head cuddled into his lap while he plays with your hair, enjoying the weather and the company of each other. So badly did he realize that if he wanted all of these moments, he kept dreaming to come true, he needed to find time to confess to you.

A soft giggle floated across the open space between the rest of the boys and him, bringing his attention back from his daydreams to, well you who was sitting with Seungmin. His feet stopped working as he stared at you. The way you seemed to be glowing under the sun as your laugh caused your eyes to close while you tipped your head back. Gods you were breathtaking. An angel on this earth was placed into his life to bring joy back into it. Seungmin invited them, Hyunjin said as he appeared out of nowhere to grab a few things from Felix. Said something about not wanting to get up so early anymore. Felix just laughed as he continued walking past the stunned Minho. Truly he didn’t know if he wanted to smack his younger member or thank him a million times over again for this.

Then your smile turned towards him as you waved over his way, causing his feet to move without thinking about it. His hand extending down to you before asking, walk with me for a minute? A shy smile pulled at his lips when your hand slipped into his and didn’t let go once you were standing and walking with him. Hope bloomed in his chest that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way too. Stopping near the edge of the river, he finally turned to face you. The person he was so madly head over heels for. I’m glad Seungmin invited me out, you said looking out over the water, I haven’t made a lot of friends since moving here, so it feels nice to be included. Oh, how his heart ached. He couldn’t understand how someone like you hadn’t made friends yet, but he was practically glad for this little selfish moment of getting you.

I’m more than happy you could come, Minho started, pausing when you looked at him, a smile spread on your face. He felt weak in the knees just looking at you. How had you already made him this crazy over you when he hadn’t even confessed yet. I like you, he blurted out, I have since the moment I met you.

It felt like he no longer had control of his tongue or thoughts. The first day we went into the café, I was so enchanted by you. You are all I can think about in every moment. The words kept coming out of him with no sign of slowing down. Only becoming easier when the look in your eyes seemed to encourage him to continue. I just kept hoping that our story didn’t end there, Minho said before whispering, I just hope you feel the same. Slowly your fingers laced with his, tugging him slightly close to where you stood. I was over the moon when Seungmin invited me because it meant I got to spend time with you outside of the café, you said quietly, I’ve liked you since the moment you walked through the café doors.

The hope that was blooming in his chest burst, forcing him to smile while ducking his head. There it was. The words he so desperately wanted to hear. You like him, he thought before looking back to your face and gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Can I kiss you?

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ tag list || @orchid-mantis-petals; @i-dontevenknowman; @deadcrow-donteat; @turtledove824; @hhwangsmoon; @kidrauhlschik; @jazziwritesthings

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hey babes!!! Ive been LOOVING your minho fics a lot since im back in my tmr phase 😘 if you still write for maze runner, could you do a minho x f!reader where theyre both runners and they have this kind of unspoken rivalry between each other and one day they arrive late to the maze’s gates, and theyre about to close when the reader manages to push minho to the gates so that he escapes but the reader doesnt?? and like the next day he sees the reader run to the gates when they open and he like finally admits his feelings for them? im so sorry if this was too specific!! 😘😘😘😘

anon i love this. anything for minho

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Minho is causing problems. Again.

It’s not even that bad this time. He’s bored, that’s what this really boils down to, he’s bored as hell and there’s nothing left to do in this place until sunrise tomorrow. He likes being a Runner, he’s not sure what he could possibly do that would feel half as right as this, but once he comes out of the Maze for the afternoon, he’s left with nothing to do at all.

Technically, that isn’t true. He could definitely go help one of his friends with their daily chores, but let’s be real, that was never an option. When you chip in one too many times, people start expecting that you’ll be there every time, and Minho doesn’t want to have another reason to let the Gladers down, so he stays by himself.

Right now, he’s by himself in the Map Room, the product of finishing the day’s run early yet again. Minho has already recorded all the twists and turns of today’s venture through the Maze, and his partner, Ben, is long gone. 

The guy probably found an empty corner of the Glade and disappeared for a nap, where he can emerge hours later, shaking his head like he’s forgotten where he is. Minho is deeply envious of his friend’s ability to sleep so easily. There are few things he wouldn’t do for a good night’s rest for once.

Ben’s absence also means that Minho is completely unsupervised, which should be a red flag to anyone else. Luckily, no one has noticed yet, which means that Minho has time to set up the perfect prank. It’s fantastic, and no one will have any idea it was him. 

A voice from behind Minho makes him startle. Looks like he isn’t the criminal mastermind he thought he was.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?”

Minho turns around slowly to face Newt, another one of his good friends. The blond second in command has his arms folded across his chest, the picture of weary disappointment.

Minho grins as innocently as he can. “What? Nothing. Just another day in the Map Room, you know. As a Runner, I can do whatever I want in here, and–”

Newt cuts him off irritably. “You mean that you’re not trying to hide all the writing supplies so Y/N can’t find them?”

Minho glances conspicuously at the door to the Map Room supply closet, which refuses to close. That might be because he’s stuffed every box he can find in there, but who knows, really?

“Oh, this? That’s just, uh, some spring cleaning. It gets really dusty in here, have you ever noticed that?”

Newt rolls his eyes. “Can I ask what Y/N’s done to deserve this, at least?”

Minho chuckles. “Nothing in particular, but you know that. Listen, this is going to be fantastic. The second she opens the door tomorrow afternoon, every box on this side of the Glade is going to come sliding out like a supply avalanche. It’ll be hilarious.”

Newt groans. “You do realize that being Keeper of the Runners means that you’re actually supposed to be responsible, right? Not doing whatever this is?”

Newt gestures vaguely at the pile of stuff behind Minho. He’s not wrong, obviously, Minho knows that he’s just being a slinthead, but at least doing ‘whatever this is’ keeps him distracted. 

Already, though, the thrill of doing something wrong is wearing away, leaving him twitchy and prickly with guilt. His stomach feels hot, like he’s some kid who’s gotten caught trying to skip school. If he knew what school was like, that is. Regardless, it’s probably better than here.

Minho sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You can skip the lecture, I already know it’s dumb. Just need to do something, I guess. At least this’ll make someone laugh.”

Newt arches a brow, although he’s starting to smile. “Yeah, you and me. Not Y/N so much, though. Really, why is it that you two are at each other’s throats all the time? I would have thought that you’d get along.”

Minho steps away from the supply closet at last, leaning up against a nearby wall. “We do most of the time, it’s just more fun to squabble. We try to see who finishes their daily run faster, who’s more accurate, that sort of thing. Fills the time, I guess.”

Newt shrugs. “Whatever keeps you two on track. Just make sure that your cascade of boxes doesn’t mess up any of the maps, or you’ll have to do some spring cleaning there, too.”

Minho shudders. “Trust me, I didn’t touch the maps. I’m not completely out of my mind.”

Newt smirks. “Only a little bit, then?”

Minho chuckles at last. “Only a little bit.”

He leaves the Map Room soon after that, Newt having done his job of convincing Minho not to start anything else. The rest of the day passes in a blur, as it always does; the Gladers stick with their respective jobs, the sun is hot, the night is cool. The Doors slide shut and everyone pretends it isn’t completely terrifying to be stuck in here week after week. The last Greenie day was far enough away that the newest arrival has stopped crying at last. It’s frustratingly repetitive, but at least they aren’t dead. That’s all Minho has going for him at the moment.

Minho rises at dawn like usual, but this time Newt does too. Minho shoots his friend a questioning glance, especially when the second in command gestures for Y/N and Minho to follow him a few paces away.

Newt speaks at first, voice low to make sure he doesn’t wake up the rest of the Gladers. “I need you two to run together today. The next section we need keeps getting switched up by other Runners, and you two are the best we’ve got. Alby figures that if both of you run together, you’re less likely to mess up.”

Minho shoots a suspicious glance at Y/N, but she seems fine with it, so he nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “We’ll see you this afternoon. If we get everything right, can we get a day off?”

Newt laughs. “Not a chance. Get running, you useless shanks.”

Minho grins and heads towards the Doors, Y/N at his side. She looks at him just before they enter the Maze, expression somewhat bemused.

“I don’t think I’ve actually run with you in forever. Scared you won’t be able to keep up?” She says, grinning so brightly Minho thinks she might be able to outshine the sun.

If Minho had any misgivings about why today’s section is so difficult to run that he’d need to go with Y/N, they’re banished by the sound of his own surprised laugh.

“Not a chance. I’d be worried about you, though. I’m rumored to be the fastest guy around.”

Y/N laughs too, and they take off into the twisting stone corridors. As they pass tangles of ivy and progress further into the Maze, Minho finds himself secretly grateful that he’s here with Y/N. At least now he can deflect his own paranoia by making jokes, although he’d never admit that to her face.

Truth be told, the longer the day wears on, the more thankful he is for Y/N’s presence. Their ever present rivalry lets him hide behind a familiar shield of sharp tongues and false criticisms, their painted veneers thick as ever. He’s never said a word that wasn’t a lie. He’s never been more true in his life, but man, who even knows that when you’ve been forced to forget all but the last year?

Even beyond his favored coping mechanism, Minho still feels himself getting nervous when they reach their halfway point far past noon. They should have had their lunch break here about an hour earlier, they should have turned back by now. It’s not that the road is difficult, it’s that it’s impossible. The creators of this godless Maze have a new hitter with this section, it’s somehow different from every other segment Minho has run.

He’s used to thinking that he owns the place like he runs it, that he could find his way inside and out, blindfolded, in the dead of night. Today is making Minho doubt himself like he never has before. When at last they reach the turning back point, Y/N and Minho lock eyes and decide not to eat their lunch. There’s no time for a break, not when they’re so late already. He pushes aside the dull ache in his stomach and keeps going.

It’s harder and harder to keep his spirits up. Even though he’s already been down most of the section this morning, it’s no easier to find his way back. His already existing stress just builds and builds until Minho second guesses himself at every turn. Y/N’s no better, he can tell that, but at least the two of them are halfway decent at doing this together. They can keep each other in check long enough to make it out, Minho is certain of it. Or, he’d like to be certain of it. He’s not sure what he believes in anymore, nothing really matters in this face of the Maze.

Truth be told, he’s getting really worried. The sky is darkening at a far too rapid rate, and although Minho would like nothing more than to thrust his hands up and beg the time to stop long enough for them to just get out, it’s far too late in the afternoon. They should have been out of the Maze for at least half an hour by now, yet they’re still running. It’s not good, to say the least.

At last, they make the final turn and spot the Doors up ahead. Minho glances towards Y/N, sparing enough time to flash her a quick grin before picking up his pace even despite his screaming lungs and legs. They’ve barely turned the corner, though, when the ground starts shaking beneath his feet.

It takes Minho a couple of moments to realize what’s going on, why it sounds like thunder even without a drop of rain. He should know this sound from hearing it twice per day, yet for some reason being on this side of the Maze when the Doors start to close makes it completely, utterly foreign.

That’s what’s happening, after all, the Doors are closing and Minho is about to be locked out. His breath surges in his chest, absolutely terrified. He can’t be dying now, not after everything. He sprints with everything he has, Y/N right beside him. They have to get out, but they can’t. They’re too far away.

Still, he tries. They both do. The gap is already shrinking, just out of reach. Minho’s steps start to slow for just a second as he realizes that this is impossible, that there’s no way he can actually make it in time. Just before the Doors shut fully, though, something slams into him from behind and he’s pushed through.

A half second later, Minho is standing on the other side of the Doors. He doesn’t know how it happened until he turns back and sees Y/N still in the Maze, and then he knows. She must have shoved him through just in time, but she won’t make it now. Minho has just enough time to lock eyes with her before the Doors slam together, and then she’s gone, gone forever.

Minho stalks towards the Doors as if expecting them to open again, but there’s nothing, no movement from the solid stone. He raises a hand to them tentatively, then slams his fist into the Doors, again and again until it comes back bloody. There’s a hand on his arm, Newt maybe, trying to guide him away, but Minho shakes him loose as if the boy were a fly. 

Minho shouts until his voice is hoarse, begging for any sign that Y/N is somewhere on the other side, but his screams go unanswered. At last, he’s exhausted, and barely manages to drag himself to the Map Room. He has to get this down so Y/N’s sacrifice won’t be in vain.

He walks into the Map Room and stares at the model in the middle of the room, scarcely able to concentrate long enough to register that he’s in the right place. Minho reaches for the door to the supply closet to grab a pencil and paper, and stares uncomprehendingly as stacks of boxes slide out at him, puddling around his feet like a cardboard sea.

It hits him then, that this was his doing, his supposed prank on Y/N from yesterday. It feels like he set it up centuries ago, and the weight of everything he’s just lost comes crashing back down on his shoulders. Minho slumps to the ground, sitting in the mess he’s made. He can’t believe that Y/N would do that, save him when it meant damning herself. 

Truth be told, he’s not sure if he would have made the same choice as easily as her. When it comes down to it, would Minho have saved Y/N, or would he have been content that at least he wouldn’t have died alone? Would he have even realized that was a possibility in the first place? He’d like to say that he would have done it every time, but he won’t know for sure until he’s in a position like that again.

Everyone is treading carefully around Minho, he can see that. The second he sits down at a table to pretend to eat his dinner, everyone either flashes him brief sympathetic glances or just looks away completely, as if by not meeting his gaze they won’t have to deal with what just happened.

Minho kind of wants to do something to force them to think about it, like clamber up onto a table and start shouting about how they’re all being useless shanks by sitting around and pretending nothing ever happened. It’s not like any of them could possibly do anything, not really, but at least he’d feel better than this constant guiltiness.

He can’t sleep at all that night, too caught up in the fact that Y/N is out there somewhere, absolutely terrified, if she hasn’t already died. That, too, is almost unmentionable. What will he do if he’s out running the next day and finds her, broken and bloody, no longer able to laugh with him or even draw a single breath? It might kill him too.

The sky brightens eventually, although Minho has yet to be convinced that the day has actually begun. Maybe it’s just one endless night forever, again and again until there is no end to any of this. Minho sees a couple of Gladers starting to get up and stares at them, confused, until he realizes that they’re Runners, which means that he has to get up too.

That’s the worst part about all of this, how he’s expected to go about his day and head into the Maze once more as if he didn’t just lose Y/N. He doesn’t know if he can do this. Frypan asks if he wants to sit the day out, but Minho’s already up, so he just shrugs and says that he has nothing else to do. It’s true, but not a good excuse, and both boys know it.

Minho finds himself standing outside the Doors with a small crowd of Gladers. Most of the others are still asleep, having assumed that today will play out the way every other day does, in which those who stay in the Maze overnight will be dead. That’s the way it’s always been, but Minho still finds himself silently praying that Y/N might be the exception.

Newt walks over to Minho just before the time comes. “You going to be alright?”

Minho lifts a shoulder, voice dull. “I don’t think I have a choice.”

A rumbling sound emanates throughout the Glade, and Minho turns his fragmented attention back towards the Doors. Despite the odds, he still feels his spirits fall when he notices that nobody is there waiting for him. He didn’t realize how much hope he was still holding out that Y/N would survive until he’s faced with this empty corridor.

Minho stands there a moment longer, just staring and watching his very soul bleed away from him, and then he sees it. A flicker of movement, just at the end of the hallway stretching out before him. Minho doesn’t know for certain until he’s already moving, and then he’s running as fast as he can towards Y/N.

Y/N, who is by some miracle still alive, who’s limping towards him around the corner. Minho runs faster than he ever has before until he’s before her. He wraps his arms around her before he knows what he’s doing, pulling her so close that they might become one and the same. His eyes flicker shut, at last dropping off the last bit of his stress.

“You’re alright,” he says, barely able to manage the syllables.

“Mostly,” Y/N mumbles against his shoulder. He holds her closer anyway.

At last, Minho reluctantly lets her go, immediately starting to scan her for injuries. Her ankle looks bad, maybe twisted, but other than a few scrapes and gashes on her arms, she’s mostly unharmed. It’s a miracle.

Y/N arches a brow as if she can tell what he’s thinking. “Surprised to see me?”

Minho laughs quietly. “Something like that. Mainly relieved that you made it out.”

She smirks. “Of course I made it out. Did you really think I’d ever let you stay the fastest Runner forever?”

“Not a chance,” Minho breathes, “I need you more than anyone else here.” 

Her smile widens into something genuine. She’s not gone, he’s alright. Nothing could ever be better.

maze runner tag list: @rogueanschel, @ellobruv, @retvenkos, @neewtmas, @hiya-its-amber, @thatfangirl42, @gods-fools-heroes

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Different Sides

Summary:After Thomas comes to the Glade and everyone picks sides you and Minho discover how different you actually are.

Pairing:Minho x female reader

The Glade was split on what to do. Half of us thought we should trust Thomas and try to get out. The other half thought Greenie was insane and didn't know a single thing about being here.

Minho was on the side of trusting Greenie. I was on the side that he was out of his shucking mind.

"Oh come on Newt. One night in the pit, you really think that's going to stop him from going in the maze again?"Gally pointed out.

"No, and we can't just have non-runners go into the Maze whenever they feel like it,"He shrugged.

"Then, punish him harsher. If we let one person slide soon there will be no order here,"I spoke up.

"Exactly. See? She gets it,"Gally said, seeming relieved I agreed and irritated nobody else was on our side.

"Hold on. I was going to say that starting tomorrow Thomas is a Runner,"He finished.

"Excuse me? Is this some kind of joke?"I asked, dumbfounded why anyone thought this was okay.

"No, no, no, no. Let's reward him for breaking our rules. That won't lead to a rebellion at all,"Gally added, throwing his arms in the air out of frustration. I was right there with him. In three seconds I was going to pull my hair out.

"Like it or not Thomas found a clue, and-"

"No. We don't like it. Listen. The Glade isn't perfect, but it gives us everything we need to survive. The walls protect us. We have food and water. We get supplies. We've built a life here. For all we know these walls could be saving our lives. We need to take advantage of that,"I ranted.

"Y/N, we have spent years trying to escape this place. We have the chance, and you want to stay behind because you're scared of what's out there,"Minho asked.

"It's not just that. Something worse could be waiting for us. We know what's going to happen here. We're safe. Why would we want to leave?"I asked.

"Maybe because we're trapped behind these walls all day? I'm not sure if you've noticed, but we've kind of been stuck here our entire lives,"He shot back.

"I've noticed, but I'm fine with it. What I'm not fine with is the way you are all too blind to see that something is up with Greenie. He's out of his shucking mind. He was too fearless when he ran out there. He knows something,"I snapped, turning around and pointing at him. He looked lost as to what was going on. That'll sure be helpful in a maze.

"Yeah. I'm talking about you. You're up to something. You've just come up and screwed everything up. We were all doing fine before you came along,"I scowled.

"Let's take a minute, and calm down,"Newt tried to direct, but by now chaos was innetevable.

"If anybody else would have done that nobody would have hesitated to throw them in the pit. Now we're having and entire debate about it,"Gally pointed out.

"It's different so everyone-"

"No! I will not calm down!"I yelled.

"Screaming isn't going to help us,"He calmly stated.

"Why is nobody listening? We have lived here for years. He hasn't. We know what this place has. Come on guys. The bonfires at Greenie nights, the times it rains, the way we're always adding to it. Does that mean nothing?"I listed. There as still silence.

"Come on. Just think about it. Why would we want to risk our lives because of some stranger. He just showed up, and we're all we know. Doesn't that mean anything?"I pleaded.

"We can have more out there in the world,"Minho tried to convince me.

"But-"

"They're not on our side Y/N. They're never going to be,"Gally interrupted. Deep down I knew he was right. "If you guys want to keep throwing the Greenie a parade that's fine, but we don't want any part of it,"He added before storming out.

"Doesn't the Glade mean anything to you guys? Isn't the fact that this is our home reason enough to stay where we are?"I repeated. The dead silence told me everything I needed to know.

"Fine. If you guys want to take a strangers side over ours then I am done with you. That especially means you,"I scowled, glaring at Minho. His expression was as cold as before.

Leaving them with that final message I left too. It's clear we weren't meant to stick together. There are two options. Stay loyal to the Glade or try and escape. So it wasn't just dramatics in there, and I truly meant my words.

Minho chose his side, and I chose mine. They were just different ones.

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Feline Fatale ~ *Lee Minho*

Summary: Everyone knows how much Minho loves his cats. That’s why you’re so anxious to meet them. Hopefully they like you. Minho thinks you have nothing to worry about, but you never know…

Pairing: Lee Minho X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1149

Warning: Jealousy and cats (said cats might be OOC and misgendered. I apologize to Minho if I offend).

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

This was a big deal for Minho. You were the first person he has ever brought back home. He wanted to make sure you were special before he took such a big step. But he knew now was the perfect time. It was the perfect time to finally introduce you to his special friends: his cats.

You’ve heard a great deal about the famous Soonie, Doongie and Dori. You were actually kind of excited to meet them. Every time he mentioned his cats, he would always light up and go on and on and on about them. Honestly, you thought it was pretty endearing how much he loved his cats. It was a sign to you that he was a good person.

However, despite your excitement to meet them, you were a little nervous. Sometimes cats liked you and other times they did not. You hoped they would like you or at least tolerate you. Considering how important they were to him, you wouldn’t be surprised if Minho were to break off the relationship if they didn’t like you. So yes, it wasn’t crazy for you to want them to like you.

“Anything I should know before I meet them?” You asked Minho as you were about to go inside.

He simply chuckled. “Don’t worry. They’re going to love you, I’m sure!”

“Sure, sure.” You nodded, trying to sound more confident than you felt. You hoped they liked him as much as Minho thought they would.

Upon entering the domicile, Soonie was the first to greet you. Giving you a once over, he started to rub himself against your legs. You smiled sweetly and gently pet him after letting him sniff your hand first. Sitting down on the ground, Soonie instantly crawled into your lap to receive more pets. Well, that assuages your anxiety a little bit.

“I’m glad Soonie likes you.” Minho cooed, sitting next to you to stroke his ears.

Dori arrived next and she was less timid than Soonie was. Upon seeing you, she placed her front paws on your thigh and looked you deep in the eyes. It was almost like she was looking into your soul. Sensing there could be trouble, Minho gently picked her up and placed her in his lap. However, she seemed to be begging for pets from you.

“See? Dori likes you too.”

Finally, Doongie arrived. He circled around you slowly and methodically, testing to see if you were worth it. You held out your hand for him to sniff and even Soonie got off your lap to comfort his brother as he took a tentative sniff. All it took was one check and he had taken Soonie’s place in your lap. You couldn’t help but laugh as Soonie cuddled up next to you and Dori tried to climb up your shoulders.

“They seem to really like you.” Minho said flatly. Standing up, he added, “Are you hungry? I can make us some snacks if you’d like.”

You nodded with a chuckle. “Sure, that would be amazing! I’ll be here, covered in cats!”

He gave a weird noise before stalking off into the kitchen. You frowned. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn he wasn’t happy. But what was there to be unhappy about? His cats adored you and couldn’t seem to get enough of you! This was a good thing! It meant that not only did Stray Kids like you, but so did the most important thing in his life. So why wasn’t he happy?

Determined to find out, you gently eased Doongie off your lap and pried Dori from your shoulders. Once you had been de-cat-ed, you made your way to the kitchen to see Minho muttering to himself as he stared blankly into the refrigerator. If you weren’t so worried, you would have laughed at the sight in front of you. Instead, you gently touched his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly.

Minho sighed. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“Yep, just me. No cats with me.” You tried to assure him until you heard a rather loud meow coming from beside you. There was Soonie and Dori, and Doongie plodding up behind the two.

“Traitors.” You could just barely hear him mumble under his breath.

This time you did laugh. You couldn’t help it. The whole situation became a whole lot more funny now that you understood. He wasn’t upset with you; he was merely jealous of his cats! It was honestly kind of adorable. You never thought THE Lee Minho would get so jealous of some fluffy felines. If anything, it made you love him more.

“Don’t patronize me.” He whined and didn’t accept, nor reject, your hug.

“I’m sorry,” You choked out between laughs. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just, it’s so funny and cute that you’re jealous of your cats.”

“I AM NOT!”

You laughed even harder. “YES YOU SO ARE!”

He growled before backing out of the hug. “Ugh, so what if I am? What does it matter? I mean Dori is always like that since she’s young and curious. But it doesn’t matter that Soonie prefers to cling to me more than anyone else? And it’s not like I’m frustrated because I’m always trying to get Doongie’s attention and yet he has no problem giving it to you! None of it matters so it’s fine if I’m jealous.”

Gently, you cupped his face and gave him a sincere, albeit small, smile. “Minho, my love, you have nothing to be jealous of. Cats are temperamental. You of all people should know that. Besides, I was worried they would hate me, so this is a good thing that they like me. And no matter what, you’ll always have my heart, okay? I’m not saying I can replace them, because heaven knows you love them too much, but I just want you to know that your cats aren’t trying to steal me away and I’m not trying to steal them away from you either.”

Blowing his hair out of his face, he sighed. “I suppose you’re right. I’m just a little annoyed, that’s all. But I’ll get over it, I’m sure.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I know you will. Besides, I can always teach you my cat-whispering ways.”

“Okay now you’re just being mean!”

Giving a guilty giggle, you answered, “Sorry! I had to!”

He picked up Dori, who was closest to him. Holding her protectively to his chest, he pouted, “No more kitty time for you. You’re being mean to me.”

“Aww, I’m sorry!”

“Sorry ain’t going to cut it!” He huffed.

“Well, it’s too bad since Doongie likes me more!” You shot back, picking up said cat.

“NO FAIR! CHEATER!”

You giggled before adding, “I guess it’s up to Soonie on who’s the favorite now.”

Giving you a competitive yet playful glare, he said, “You’re on.”

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what a drag to love you like I do...

L. Minho

Genre: angst without comfort. Lee Minho x reader.

Warnings: heavy angst, abandonment, neglect,underlying theme of family issues, vague mentions of self harm in the beginning(just once), reader experiencing long term emotional detachment with themselves and their surroundings. Let me know if I have missed any ♡

Word count: 2.9k~ words.

A/n: the world's biggest shout out to @operation-steal-chans-laptop for being the nicest bubby and reassuring me about this fic, they're the bestttt ♡♡♡♡

The usual comfort of Minho’s arms wrapped around yours felt suffocating in the few moments that followed after you’d step in your house. It was routine for you by then to come back to an empty house, so Minho’s sudden appearance almost felt foreign and out of place as he had practically stuffed his head in the crook of your neck. Minho’s kisses had been your favorite thing on the face of the planet, but you weren’t as sure of that statement anymore. His hold felt like a memory your brain purposefully erased without even ever telling you. Your body gravitated to it as it would have because that’s what you had started to identify and remember as home, but your brain saw it as the supermarket where your family had abandoned their 6 year-old daughter once, and hadn’t comeback till hours had passed and you were done bawling your eyes out and nothing but sniffles escaped your trembling lips. It was where you were abandoned and would be forgotten at again, and it was dangerous. Danger would usually send young little you into overdrive, making you fight for survival, but it made you feel numb now. The sirens would still blare, the headlights would still flash you in the eyes till they became unbearable and you had to close them inevitably, but now your hands didn’t raise up to protect your head from the damage anymore. Neither did you move, you just waited for it to come, run you over, and to render you lifeless again, but well the bleeding was never strong enough, the scars littered all over your body gave testimony for that. They bled, they bled often, reopening every now and then, but the bleeding was never strong enough, the cut wasn’t deep enough. Shallow cuts, shallow breathing, dizzy spells, and multiple pills, it didn’t bother you anymore.  

The art of numbing yourself to a majority portion of your life came with practice and well, consequences. While the consequences on the surface looked like zoning out in the middle of a conversation and a constant need for some sort of stimulation, they spread their ends deeper into your being and grasped their roots strongly into your entire existence. Chunks from your earlier years just literally gone like they never happened, emotions never lasting longer than a few fleeting moments, and most of it was fine. Sure, you didn’t feel as crazed and as deeply in love with your boyfriend as he was, you knew you loved him with everything that you could, but your everything felt so small against Minho’s smallest gestures of affection. It had never felt out of place for you to feel like the smaller person in all your personal relationship dynamics, of course you were made to believe and brought up that way. Breaking out of that habit with academics and your work had been easy, but personal relationships? That’s what the norm was. Everything the other person did was completely fine and you? Well, you weren’t even human enough so how dare you make a mistake?

But this time, it wasn’t.

You realized how you’d been up in your head for the past 5 minutes and Minho was still attached to your form while your hands laid limp by your side, body unmoving but your boyfriend of 3 years was yet to take a hint. Your hands reach up to wrap around his shoulders to give him a light pat on the back to acknowledge his presence, but his presence in itself had shaken you enough that your ability to process things had already boiled down to a quarter and maybe your brain was back at what it did best, numbing you so you couldn’t feel. 

“I didn’t expect you to be home, I’m sorry you had to clean up after me. Why didn’t you tell me earlier you were coming?” the silence had been too loud for the past 25 minutes. The same silence earlier would have been comfortable. Hums and nods with no words spoken till you both eased into the night was the norm, and probably one of the most possibly liberating experiences of your life but this, this what you were stuck in right now felt like ropes served to you on a silver platter that didn’t take your consent before wrapping itself around your throat and chest, constricting your airflow just enough to let you barely breathe. Your question brought Minho’s attention to yours again, his steps slow and calculated across the living room. Minho felt his heart feel as constricted as yours did when he realized you hadn’t picked a shirt of his to wear to bed how you usually did. He didn’t blame it on you, they probably didn’t smell like him anymore anyways.

Lee Know from Stray Kids was a busy busy man and that was the first obstacle one had to deal with when it came to dating him. Weeks spent with no physical trace of him other than being on your phones to keep up with each other. Texts unanswered for hours, calls going straight to the answering machine much more often than the average person’s ability to handle, a partner that was mostly exhausted and often not as emotionally available as the regular person would be but of course that was fine. You weren’t much of a texter anyway, and would rather deal with your problems on your own, and going out? Pfffft who wants to do that, when you could just stay in and order food to your doorstep, right...?

Things were great with Minho; sure it was also your first time seriously dating anyone after high school and maybe you didn’t really have much personal experience to compare your relationship with Minho to, but nothing had ever felt particularly wrong in your time with him. Minho steps up to you finally, hands restless against his sides so he just chooses to ruffle his hair instead, though he wishes he could just hold yours into his instead. He answers your questions when you prompt him to it with a raise of your eyebrows.

“yeah, I took a few days off, it’d been a while since I stayed home”

Home. You almost chuckled when he said that, but chose to acknowledge it with a light nod another hum in response. Your steps make way to the kitchen to search through for what you could whip up for your usual excuse of a dinner. Dinner with Minho was different though. Dinner with Minho when you both worked in the kitchen after a long week to make something hearty for the both of you, when you acted like his own sous-chef, finally sitting down to eat meals that spoke the most amount of love you could have possibly experienced. Maybe you didn’t experience love like Minho did, where he’d take fragments of memories and store them away as small trinkets of joy into his showcase of love that had your face all over it and he would just have to pick one memory from it to put a smile on his face on a bad or gloomy day. But you were sure you experienced love because he tried to give you his love and you would try your absolute hardest to not let go of his smile after he’d been pleasantly surprised with something new that he tried to make. You hoped your brain won’t let go of the memory of Minho’s smiles, so you’d made sure you smiled like him when you wore his earrings, the gentle weight feeling like his nose that would nudge your cheek on days he had off and you sadly didn’t . Even if your brain was loopy with things every now and then, your muscle memory would definitely do its job, Minho’s smiles weren’t just things you’d let your squeaky machine of a brain let go of so easily, they were your trinkets. 

Taking out leftovers of the previous night from the refrigerator, you pull out the saucepans to heat them up, of course for one. Minho hadn’t eaten at home in a while, well Minho hadn’t been home in a while. But even before that, Minho had almost stopped eating at home altogether for a good bunch of weeks to make you realise there wasn’t a point to cooking for 2 anymore. Dance practice would stretch late into the night, he had to work for the comeback, he was out with the boys so he ate with them, he was too exhausted so he crashed onto the bed the moment he was home, he was spending the weekend at the dorms because Music Core had been exhausting and Monday schedules looked too dreadful, Minho hadn’t simply eaten at home for almost 2 months till it was time and he left for tour again. Presuming he already ate wasn’t a bad presumption and Minho understood where all of that came from. He sighs as he notices the barely put together dinner you were now serving in your plate, movements sluggish and automated as you looked like you didn’t have a single thought in mind. 

Minho would be lying if he said he didn’t saw it coming and it definitely wasn’t his first time witnessing this. Every time the two of you ended up in a rough patch, you’d usually just say its fine, apologise to him for your mistakes, even if there weren’t any, and just grow distant for a few days till you eventually came back. And you did, you always did. But he couldn’t deny the creepy feeling that had his insides feel like they were all jumbled up and placed wrong. Like the elevator he was standing in had suddenly stopped and nobody had been answering the help bell. He knew the elevator would be back up and running in no time but he couldn’t avoid the ‘what if’s that had started to slowly creep up his body like vine. You play around with the food in your plate as the elephant in the room stares judgingly at the both of you, wondering when you’ll finally address it. 

“Baby I’m really sorry for what I did, I know it was really horrible on my end to do that, love…..” Minho reaches for your free hand, which lays limp in his hand for a few seconds, and then grabs his hand to give it a gentle squeeze. Your hand leaves his to busy itself with your plate of food again, head slowly nodding in response to his words. Minho was quick to realize that talking to you about what had happened would be the best approach rather than beating around the bush. Minho waits, and waits some more till you finished your meal and pushed your chair back to get up, the loud noise disrupting the eery silence that had settled over your house. Minho gets up as well, following behind you as you start on the dishes, because the thought of him doing the dishes like he once used to felt so strange and foreign, your brain had pushed you to finish them before he could even get to it. 

“y/n can you at least say something, get mad at me, shout just give me something hm?” he pleaded as he stood to your side. You were unresponsive again for a few seconds, and before Minho could say anything again, you finally address him,

“What am I even supposed to say Minho? What do you expect me to say to you?” you’re calm, surprisingly calm, too calm for his liking even. Minho’s face falls again, dejected as he looks at you eyes pleading as he’s at a loss of words again.

“y/n…”

“Minho can I ask you something?” you dry your hands on the kitchen towel as you face him again. His head hangs low again as he nods silently.

“this was probably one of the very few times I really needed you to be there for me Min. You’ve cancelled on dates, heck even forgotten and stood me up so many times, you’ve forgotten anniversaries, I never got mad or objected. This was the one time I needed you to be there for me.”

“y/n I know I fucked up-“ Minho looked up at you to see you teary-eyed again.

“Let me finish please, okay?” you’re still calm, your voice was watery as it was, breaking a bit too, but you were still, eerily calm.

“My parents were in the country for 4 days. I’ve dated you for 3 years, and all I asked for was maybe 3 hours at max for you to have dinner with them. What did you do? Ghost me completely? Avoid me after reassuring me that you were going to be there? Barely 2 hours in the span of 4 days, that’s all I asked for ... unbelievable”

“I know… I’m so so sorry what I did, I have no idea of even how to make it up to you” his tears had started to gather at the corner of his eyes while he blinked furiously to keep them at bay. He wasn’t the one who had been hurt in this entire situation and knew he needed to hear you first. His strong-willed composure almost breaks down when he hears your breath being caught in your throat as you heaved a bit.

“You know- “you sniffle again as your voice betrays you, breaking and causing you to cough, but you continue nevertheless. “You know what the worst part is? You’re one of the few parts of my life that I’m most proud of. I was so proud of you, of us, of what we have, I wanted to show you off to the people that have doubted me the most my whole fucking life. And you know what you did?” your composure starts cracking like a layer of ice frozen on top of a lake, the water underneath beginning to escape on to the surface, your index finger pointing at the centre of his chest,

“You. Fucking. Abandoned. Me.” Each word punctuated with a poke of your finger to his chest and Minho probably wanted to touch his chest to check for any bleeding because it as much as daggers to his chest would have. His uneasiness from earlier that had started at his gut, started to now feel like a cinder block that had been hung off of his heart with a rope and was dragging it down into a bottomless pit of nothingness. To hear and realise he’d done the same thing you’d been subjected to continuously over the years, especially by the ones you’d mentioned earlier, he was sure he couldn’t actually be able to process how big of a problem it had really been. To imagine you sitting in a restaurant, waiting for him to show up while having to deal with your parents and to defend your relationship all alone with zero trace of him, which he was sure, was probably the best case scenario, hurt him in ways he didn’t realise he could have felt hurt. 

“I don’t think either of us has anything else to say anymore.” You say with a sense of finality to your tone after a few minutes, you couldn’t take more of you both sobbing with a few feet between you, each too proudful to go hug the other and let go of everything. In your course of being with him, this was probably the most sure about anything that you’d been, it wasn’t your fault. It had been a week since he’d been back from tour, accompanied with him showing zero signs or intentions to stop by your shared place for more than a few hours. Even though this plan had been discussed over multiple times and he’d promised you he’d be there, he chickened out. No contact, no response, just complete silence till he just randomly decided to show up at your house again and you’d been too close to your breaking point. You knew you’d let go of this overtime too like you’d always done, but the ‘maybe’ and ‘what if’ questions had been too loud in your brain for you to just ignore them how you’d always do. 

Minho probably sensed that, his fear escalating exponentially. His steps are hesitant as he tries to follow you to your bedroom, your shared bedroom though it hadn’t been shared off late. All you could really think of was to just slip under the covers and cry yourself to sleep, even though you didn’t have coherent memory of when was the last time you’d actually had a good cry. The sound of his footsteps following up right behind yours on the hardwood floor, couldn’t sound louder than the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You turn around in your steps to face him again,

“I need some time. Can you not sleep next to me today please?” you ask him with your hardly regained composure, the last thing Minho wanted was to let you fall asleep that upset,

“its our bed, please just let me try and fix this kitten, hm?” his hands grab onto your forearms with a light hold, form bending down to look into your eyes again, but what you say next, leaves Minho speechless and absolutely heartbroken from how fucking stupid he’d been,

“you haven’t slept in our bed in ages. The last time I checked, it was just on your side of the mattress.”

A/n pt.2 : i am extremely thankful for you to have reached the end, and i hope you enjoyed reading through this. While it was very self-indulgent, i hope it was enjoyable nonetheless. Your comments, reblogs, feedbacks, likes, mean a lot!!!

[euphroseia]

Never Convinced

Minho x fem!reader

Word count: 255

Genre: non-idol!au, angst

Warnings: mentions of self-deprivation (food), implied living together

If you liked my writing, please give me a reblog. I’d appreciate it and it will help me a lot! You can also let me know your thoughts about the story here. Thank youuuu! 💗

Growing up, or passing through teenage life, society has always wanted you to believe that a relationship will only work out if the guy loves the girl more than she loves him—you never believed in that; but, you also didn’t think it would work if it was the other way around. You believed that a relationship is a two-way communication between partners and that one must love as greatly as the other does; not until you met Minho, the only man you’ve loved this way.

He cooked your favorite meal when you feel like you don’t even deserve to eat something, listened to your cries and worries because he knew all you just want is to be heard. That was how things used to be. Now, he cooks for himself only, hell, he doesn’t even come home anymore so you don’t really know if he’s actually eating—you never fail in reminding him to eat proper meals in time tho. Now, he’s the man behind your cries and worries, you don’t want to be heard anymore, you just want the old loving Minho back.

You were never convinced by the society when they wanted you to believe that a relationship will only last if the guy loves you more than you love him. You still don’t believe in it, but God knows how many times you had begged him and wished that even just for a little bit, Minho would love you more than you love him; hoping that this relationship would last a while longer.

[gamerwoo]

[SKZ Imprinted] Minho: One-Eighty (Part Three)

Anonymous asked: Queen, give the people what they want, and that would be minho’s imprinted part. 3! Make it dramatic, make it life changing, give our boy some peace. Thank you for all the amazing writing 💕

Characters: Minho x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, werewolf hunter au, hurt/comfort, lots of angst, violence, guns, shooting, blood, mentions of possible death and one mention of possible suicide but nothing happens, fluff at the end i swear!!!! (it’s about time huh lmao)

Word count: 4,698

Summary: You’ve done everything you possibly can to try to make it up to Minho and his pack, but at this point, you’re not sure if you can come back from what you’ve done.

a/n: things in bold are in english. also i hope this was very dramatic and life changing <3

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You were on the couch when Elsie got home. She trudged in and kicked off her boots at the door like always before going to the couch and flopping down beside you with a long sigh.

“You were gone for a while,” you noted. “What’s wrong?”

Elsie just shook her head as it laid on the back of the couch, closing her eyes, “You don’t wanna know.”

“Well now I really want to know,” you scoffed.

“Look, _____, I love you, but I know you’ll wanna do some stupid shit when I tell you so it’s better--”

“If you’re keeping something about Minho from me--”

“It’s not about Minho, dude! Drop it,” she insisted, rubbing her face with her hands.

You stood from the couch, hands balling at your sides as you demanded, “It either has to do with Minho or Jungkook, and I wanna know what, so tell me right now, Elsie!”

Elsie cracked her eyes open and looked at you. She considered her options, unsure what you might do if she kept this from you, so she asked, “What if I don’t?”

“I’ll go find out alone,” you stated lowly, “and you can’t stop me.”

It was hard for Elsie to admit she wasn’t at least a little bit concerned for the pack when she left Seungcheol’s. But your sister was more concerned about keeping you safe over anyone else -- including the younger wolf she’d gotten not admittedly fond of, or her ‘mate’ who she was still trying to figure out. However, she knew you’d be hellbent on escaping the apartment to figure out what was wrong, and even though she was older and more experienced than you, she wasn’t sure if she could keep you trapped in the apartment all night. Plus, if anything did happen to Minho and you found out that you could’ve done something if Elsie had warned you, she knew you’d never forgive her.

With a groan, she put a hand to her forehead like she had a headache, “Tae got Chan.”

Your eyes widened as your heart sank, “What?!”

“I guess Tae was dating Aeri but she dumped him for Chan, and--”

“That’s why he skipped town?!” you realized. “Oh my god...he was dating Chan’s mate?! Holy shit--!”

“Alright, you wanted to know so bad, so can you focus?” Elsie interrupted, lifting her hand and looking up at you. “Chan’s pack is going after him, and they went to Bomi for help, but all she’s doing is helping them get in. They’re on their own after that.”

“Elsie, they’re going to die!” you cried.

“I don’t think Kookie’s with them, so maybe--”

“It doesn’t matter, you know how Namjoon and them are! Half of them are literal demons, they’ll--! ...Els...”

When you stopped panicking suddenly, Elsie got nervous. She stood and looked at you with concern, “_____...?”

Your eyes had focused elsewhere while you thought, but then they met your sister’s with a very slight grin, “Didn’t you get that angel blade off the market?”

Her eyes narrowed, “How’d you know about my angel blade...?”

Your smirk grew wider, “You’re either going to give it to me, or you’re going to bring it with us.”

“What does that mean?”

“Either you’re coming with me or I’m going alone.”

“_____, that’s literally insane. That’ll be the second time I’ve broken a treaty, and we’ll get double hell for it because it’s both of us. No way we’re making it out alive, and I--”

You gripped your sister’s arms tightly, “Will you stop trying to protect me?! I’m a big girl, I can handle myself, okay? And I already almost got Minho and his pack killed once. Els, I have to make it up to them. I need him to forgive me!”

Elsie studied you silently for what felt like forever, and you felt like time was ticking faster and faster with each passing moment. You stared into each others eyes, you waiting for her to respond, and her wondering what to do. Did she try to keep you safe, or did she let you try to redeem yourself but probably die trying?

-

Jeongin shifted, and that was when all hell really broke loose. As second in command while the alpha was subdued, Minho was doing his best to keep it together while also protecting the rest of his pack, but there was so much going on. Despite having less members than the pack, the hunters were just too strong and had too many weapons to use against them. Still Minho kept fighting until--

Bang!

The gunshot that boomed through the room took everyone by surprise, and all eyes turned to see what had happened.

“Chan!” Aeri cried as the alpha’s eyes widened and he sunk to the ground despite his mate’s best efforts.

Jeongin let out a howl and a growl ripped through Minho’s chest as his eyes zeroed in on the hunter with the gun. He yelled as he ran as fast as his legs would carrying him, throwing all his weight into the hunter, and they rolled to the ground together. Maybe this was a losing battle, but they would absolutely die trying to either get their alpha out to get the help he needed, or avenge him.

But suddenly, the lights turned off, and emergency red lights turned on. An alarm blared that made Minho flinch from the noise level hurting his ears. The hunters were clearly panicked, the one Minho had tackled scrambling to his feet as he asked their leader what to do next.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Minho turned to look, and--

‘_____.’

He just knew it was you under that helmet as you aimed your gun and fired at the first hunter you saw. The other figure -- he could tell was your sister now that he was focusing on you and not fighting the hunters -- pulled out a shiny blade from her holster and lunged at one of the hunters, who disappeared and reappeared elsewhere in a puff of smoke.

“Joon, they’ve got an angel blade!” they shouted.

‘Angel blade? Aren’t those for demon hunters?’ he thought to himself.

But knowing it was Elsie, he somehow was surprised she owned one.

Another gunshot went off, and his focus went back to you and never left you. You had aimed at someone else, and judging from the cry of pain, you didn’t miss. He hardly noticed the hunters deciding to retreat, and doing so by teleporting away. All he could focus on was you, his mate, who he hadn’t seen for way too long.

His brothers cowered in fear at the two strangers, but Minho stared like you were an angel coming to rescue them. Despite feeling indifferent toward you, now that you were in front of him after so long, he’d get down on his knees in front of you if you told him to.

“Demon hunters,” Changbin explained when Jisung had asked just who the hell these people were. “They’re the only people to have angel blades.”

Minho shook his head, barely letting out a, “N-no... That’s... No...”

Seungmin narrowed his eyes slightly as he took a step forward, recognizing his mate as well, “Elsie?”

Elsie lifted her helmet and tossed it to the side before letting down her hair, but Minho’s eyes were stuck on you. And even though he couldn’t see your eyes behind the shield, you had finally noticed his gaze. You were beyond nervous, but he could tell. He heard the quick thud of your heart as the two of you just stared at each other wordlessly, ignoring your sister and Seungmin going back and forth.

When Elsie tried explaining that it wasn’t her idea to show up, and Hyunjin wondered what exactly happened then, Minho finally got up and moved forward. His eyes stayed on you as he stopped in front of you and placed his hands on either side of your helmet. Slowly, he lifted it and met your eyes. His heart melted then and there, though he didn’t show any emotion other than awe like he had been. You, however, definitely looked nervous, but you still couldn’t peel your eyes away from him. It was like the two of you were in a trance.

You barely heard Felix breathe out, “Holy shit...”

“Can we focus here?!” Changbin demanded.

And then the pack was in full-on panic mode as they rushed to their alpha.

“_____...” Minho said your name as a breathy whisper, gently brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Minho,” your voice was soft but full of relief, feeling this must be a good sign. You reached up for his face, “Minho, I--”

With his hand that touched your face, he quickly grabbed your hand -- his grip with soft, but the speed almost startled you -- and held it so you couldn’t touch him. His eyes closed as he told you, “You need to go home.”

Your eyes that shimmered with hope were dull again as your heart sank, “But Min--”

“Go,” he said more forcefully, but his voice was still soft. “Please.”

Then he dropped your hand, turned away from you, and strode over to his alpha.

-

“Hey,” Hansol rushed through the door with Kira helping Jamie in behind him, “is everyone okay? Did they make it back?”

“Everyone’s safe,” Seungcheol reassured him.

“Chan almost died,” Soonyoung stated like he was telling Hansol the weather outside.

Hansol gave him a weird look before looking to the younger pack on the couch, “Are you guys okay?”

“Shaken up, but...” as Felix trailed off, he looked at Minho who was sulking on the floor at the end of the couch, “...mostly okay.”

Hansol nodded his head toward the upset wolf, “What happened?”

“Elsie and _____ showed up,” Seungmin sighed. “I don’t think it helped him mentally all that much.”

Hansol’s eyes widened, “Are they okay?”

“They went home,” Seungmin nodded. “I hate to admit it but they did basically save us.”

“They posed as demon hunters,” Changbin explained as Jamie situated herself by his side. “They pulled their alarm and Elsie brought an angel blade -- no fucking idea how she got her hands on one, but can’t say I’m surprised.”

Jisung looked at Seungmin, commenting, “She’s scary.”

“No she isn’t,” Jeongin scoffed.

“Where’s Chris and Aeri?” Kira wondered.

“Upstairs in Josh’s room,” Wonwoo replied. “Him and Jaehee are staying in the spare room tonight.”

“Is he healing alright?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine,” Aya assured her.

“So...we’re good?” Hansol checked.

Hyunjin nodded his head toward Minho who still wouldn’t look at anything other than the floor, “Not quite.”

Jeonghan sighed, “I still don’t really understand what the deal is. Doesn’t _____ still wanna be with him? So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is,” Minho snapped suddenly, his hard gaze landing on the older wolf, “that she almost killed my brothers. How am I supposed to just forgive that?”

“I’ll be honest, I’d be kind of insulted if you did forgive her that quickly,” Seungmin admitted with a shrug.

“His mate at least changed her mindset, meanwhile your mate still wants to kill us,” Jeongin stated with an almost disgusted look. “You can’t talk.”

“You’re the one that’s buddy-buddy with her. How can you say she wants to kill us?”

“I think they’re both pretty okay...” Felix shrugged.

“They’re both scary,” Jisung admitted quietly.

“I hate both of ‘em,” Hyunjin stated emotionlessly.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up?!” Minho burst.

“Okay, okay,” Changbin stepped in, holding his hands up to both parties calmly. “I don’t think the bickering is helping Minho’s mood. He’s clearly upset.”

“If you don’t want her to be your mate, why are you so upset that you saw her, anyway?” Hyunjin questioned.

Minho gave his brother a look like he was stupid -- which he kind of was, “I imprinted on her, I can’t un-imprint. I can’t help but love her, but...what she did...”

“I mean, if I could give my two cents on the matter,” Mingyu spoke up shyly. He cleared his throat and moved forward on the couch to speak to Minho. “When I first imprinted on Bomi, she was trying to kill Chan. She was sent to kill him or capture him or something, but she saw me and she felt the pull, and she shot me straight in the shoulder.”

“Yeah, just tell everyone we know, why don’t ya?” she mumbled from the doorway, arms crossing over her chest as she looked away.

“Oh, he’s already told everyone the story,” Seungcheol chuckled.

“I don’t hate you, do I?” Mingyu asked her. “Neither does Chan, right?”

“I kinda did for a while...” Chan muttered.

“But I still accepted you,” Mingyu stated. Then he turned to Minho again, whose expression was starting to soften as he took in the tall wolf’s words. “I knew she felt remorse as soon as she shot me. I saw the look on her face when she saw Chan cry, and I knew she wasn’t bad. Yeah, her intentions were, but she changed. And I knew maybe total change would be hard, but I knew there was hope. For you, you changed her before you were even put in that situation. And honestly, if her going in to face the hunters she worked with just to save you and your brothers doesn’t prove her to you, I don’t know what will.”

“She really did put her life on the line for your guys,” Bomi agreed. “I’ve worked with all of them long enough to know they take their deals seriously. Honestly, the fact they let Elsie off when she broke hers to rescue _____ and you guys is shocking. If they find out that they were the ‘demon hunters’ they retreated from...”

“One problem at a time, please,” Changbin said from where he was sitting beside Jamie again, sounding a little tired.

“Point is, she knows she fucked up, and she’s clearly trying to make it up to you -- all of you,” Mingyu continued. “And, no offense to your pack, but if you love her, you shouldn’t let their feelings stop you from being with her. Chan and everyone eventually came around; your brothers will, too.”

Minho’s eyes went from Mingyu to Bomi, “What were you saying about her brother’s crew?”

“Minho, that’s--”

He held his hand up to Changbin to silence him as he got up from the floor and strode over to Bomi, “How soon do you think they’d figure it out?”

Bomi shrugged, “I-I’m not really sure. I mean, we’ve all been so stressed about Bang Chan that I kinda overlooked that they could get caught... I-I’m sorry, Minho--”

Minho hardly turned to address the room as he said, “I’m going to find her.”

Felix stood, “Minho--”

Seungcheol put his arm out to stop Felix, “Let him go.”

“I’ll go with him,” Seungmin stated as Minho was already out the door. He stood and jogged to catch up.

“What, why?” Jisung exclaimed. “That’s just more of you to get into a bad situation!”

“Well he can’t do it alone,” Seungmin shrugged, turning and continuing to walk backwards so he could talk to the pack. “Besides, wherever _____ is, I’m sure my pain in the ass isn’t far behind.”

Then he turned around and jogged out of the house.

-

Elsie answered the knock, but she already knew who it was. She was in a t-shirt and some shorts, ready for the night despite the fact she knew she wouldn’t sleep at all that night.

When she opened the door, she saw a panicked Minho with Seungmin over his shoulder.

“Where’s _____?” Minho demanded as he pushed passed your sister.

She raised her eyebrows and slowly turned, “Alright, first of all, that’s fucking rude. I know you’re a werewolf but I didn’t think you were actually raised in a cave.

“Second, _____’s not here.”

Minho suddenly whipped around, “What? Where is she? Is she okay?”

Elsie just shrugged, “She said she had to go. She didn’t say how long or what for, and she didn’t say if she’d be back. I can’t stop her from leaving if she doesn’t wanna stick around with me.”

“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t stop her?!” he growled. “What if the hunters find her?!”

Elsie didn’t seem amused by his tone, but she just rolled her eyes and said, “They may seem tough, but those demons shit bricks when there’s even a sign of a demon hunter. They’re not gonna go back to their HQ for a while so they’ll never know it was us -- at least for a few days.”

“What if she does something stupid?!” he continued.

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “Then that’s on you, mutt. You’re the one who’s been avoiding her.”

Minho opened his mouth, but nothing came out. She was right. What could he say to that?

“I’ve done my fucking best to try to make her happy again,” she continued, “but all she can think about is you. She cries every. Fucking. Night over you. Her and I risked our lives for your dumb asses, and what does she get? ‘Go home,’ or whatever bullshit. I’m so tired of having to pick up the pieces of my sister’s broken heart that you just keep smashing to smaller and smaller pieces. I’m the one who’s been trying to clean up the mess you made, so don’t you dare blame me if something happens to her. Yes I let her leave, but what am I gonna do? Keep her a prisoner here and try to force-feed her every fucking day? None of this would even be a fucking issue if you just accepted her when she tried to make it up to you. Fuck you, Minho.”

“Okay, alright, he gets it,” Seungmin finally butted in, putting himself between his mate and his brother now that she was standing right in his face and pointing her finger into his chest.

Elsie’s eyes were filling with tears, unsure of what was going on with you now, but she knew that she’d already tried everything. You said you needed to go think, but who knew what you were going to do. Maybe you were going to leave and never come back. Nobody knew, but she couldn’t just keep you in a place you were still unhappy in. She felt utterly helpless and she 100% blamed Minho for it.

Minho looked away from Elsie’s eyes for a moment, staring at the floor.

“I have to find her,” he mumbled.

“Oh, now you want to make it right with her?” she let out a sharp laugh and shook her head. “Where the fuck do you get the audacity--”

“Alright, you need to calm down,” Seungmin said as he had to stop the older girl from trying to get by him to get to Minho. “I know you’re mad at him, but obviously what your sister wants is for Minho to just accept her. You need to let him go after her.”

“I don’t give a shit if he goes after her!” she burst. Her glare was back on Minho, and if looks could kill, he’d have been stabbed 37 times and then lit on fire. “But I swear to god, if you hurt her more, I’ll make damn sure you don’t make it to see sunlight.”

Ignoring his mate, Seungmin turned his head to Minho, “Go. I’ll stay here with her.”

As Minho quickly left the apartment, all he heard was Elsie saying, “I don’t need a babysitter!”

-

Tracking you down wasn’t the hard part. Minho could easily follow the imprinting pull and be led straight to you. The hard part was getting to you. You’d gone so far away already, and he wasn’t sure where you were headed or what the reason was. Thankfully, he didn’t sense that you were in any danger, but he knew that could change at a moment’s notice.

At some point, he began to recognize where he was going. You’d taken some long road trip that ended up circling back to the city he lived in. He recognized the streets, the signs, the buildings, until he got to his own shitty apartment complex. Your car was parked outside, so he went up to the building. He followed the pull all the way up to his apartment, where the door was closed but unlocked. He opened it, only to find the apartment completely in the dark. The blinds were closed, only small slivers of moonlight escaping. But with his perfect eyesight, he could still make you out, sitting curled up on the couch.

He walked over to the couch silently and stood there, waiting. He knew you knew he was there, but you didn’t say anything. All he heard was your breathing as your face was hidden in your knees that were up to your chest.

“_____,” he murmured, “what’re you doing here?”

Finally, you lifted your head. He could tell you had been crying for a while -- and hard, at that.

“What do you want me to do, Minho?” you sobbed.

The way his heart shattered was a physical pain in his chest. He had to grip the arm of the couch just to stay standing as he watched you fall apart at the other end.

“I just wanna take it back!” you blubbered, covering your mouth because you knew your hiccupped sobs that wracked your body were loud, but even muffling them didn’t seem to decrease the volume and only made the severity worse.

You wanted to go back in time and be honest from the start. You wished you knew then what you know now. You wanted to take everything back but nothing you seemed to do to try to make it right worked. And you just had to accept it. But how were you supposed to? How could you just move on from Minho? And what was he supposed to do? Just die without you? Honestly, you’d rather die before he did.

You crawled over to the other side of the couch and looked up into Minho’s golden eyes as he just stared, looking at you with his mouth agape and pity in his eyes.

“Just tell me what to do to fix it,” you begged. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, Minho, I can’t--”

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around you, burying your head in his shoulder. You held onto him with every ounce of strength you had left, your cries being muffled by his shirt. You hadn’t cried this hard since the first few nights but you couldn’t stop yourself. You were crying so hard you thought you might throw up.

“You’re okay,” he said softly, choking back tears himself. He squeezed his eyes closed and buried his face in your hair, just letting you cry. “You’re okay, _____. I won’t let you go.”

Minho managed to climb over the arm and sit against it on the couch, cradling you in his lap while you continued to cry against him. He rocked you from side to side slowly, quietly shushing your cries but letting you get everything out. You still weren’t sure if he was just doing all of this to tell you there wasn’t a chance, so you clung to him like your life depended on it.

Over time, your cries got quieter, but the tears still kept coming.

“Tell me how to fix this,” you begged in a whisper. “I’ll do anything.”

“You’ve done more than enough, _____,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry I did this to you; I shouldn’t have done this to you.”

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have any reason to be sorry, but you could only reply with more tears. You felt so stupid for crying so much but you still couldn’t stop. You were scared this was some sort of delusion from crying too hard.

At some point, you felt yourself shift as Minho got his arms under you and moved to stand. He lifted you with him and carried you to the bedroom Changbin and Jamie shared, but he knew they wouldn’t be home, anyway. He laid you down in bed and got right in beside you, tucking both of you under the covers. 

You weren’t sure when the crying stopped or when sleep finally came, but you remembered feeling Minho’s warm lips against your head and forehead every now and then, and soft whispers that reassured you he wasn’t going anywhere.

However, you awoke only a couple hours later to Minho’s soft voice as he murmured to...someone. You assumed he was on the phone because as you came to, your ears started to pick up a quiet voice that was replying but you couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Yeah, she’s-- Well, she was asleep,” he chuckled softly, and then one of his hands started running through your hair. 

As you laid there slowly waking up and remembering what had happened, you realized you weren’t in his arms anymore, but one was still draped over you. He was also flush with your back so you still had contact with him. But you figured you would’ve noticed if he moved you. You must’ve been exhausted.

“Are you staying there tonight?” Minho asked the person on the phone. “...Is she mad? ...Well, if I die, I die, I guess. ...I will. ...Yeah, let them know we’re good. ...Thanks, Seungmin. ...Bye.

“Sorry for waking you up,” he said softly before pressing a kiss to your temple. He was propped up on his other arm while he was on the phone, but he stayed like that while he talked to you. “Your sister wanted to know if you were okay.”

“I pro--” you stopped to clear your throat, realizing you sounded like shit. “I probably freaked her out.”

“You should’ve seen how pissed she was at me,” he chuckled. “I don’t blame her, but...yeah.”

You rolled over to face him. You couldn’t see the way Minho looked at you, but you kind of hated knowing he could see you. You knew you probably looked like a train wreck.

“What happened?” you asked.

“How do you mean?” he wondered as he brushed hair away from your face.

“With you,” you clarified. “Why’d you...change your mind?”

He let out a chuckle, but it sounded sad. Then he sighed deeply and said, “I never stopped feeling my feelings for you, _____. They never stopped being so intense, either. I just... Did you know about Bomi and Mingyu?”

You snorted, “Of course I do. We thought she got caught but Yoongi found out what really happened. He was pissed but Namjoon said it was a lost cause considering how many there were -- and now plus Bomi.”

“Well, talking with them helped,” he told you, continuing to move his fingers through your hair. “And then I was reminded that your brother might be an issue, and I realized I could lose you...”

“Jungkook wouldn’t hurt me.”

“But when they find out you and Elsie tricked them?”

You shrugged, “I could take him.”

He laughed softly and leaned his head down to press a kiss to the center of your forehead, “Get some sleep. Lord knows neither of us have gotten much of it in a while.”

“Yeah, so you should be sleeping too,” you pointed out.

“I’m keeping watch.”

“I told you, Jungkook won’t--”

“No, I’m more scared of Elsie,” he admitted with another chuckle. “There’s no way Seungmin can control her.”

“You’d be surprised,” you muttered before pulling Minho to finally lay his head down. “Close your eyes.”

“Fine, alright,” he sighed. He moved around a bit with you to get comfortable before he settled and closed his eyes, listening to the beating of your heart. 

The room was silent for a while, and you were almost asleep before you heard him murmur, “I love you, _____. I never stopped and I never will.”

“Cheesy,” you mumbled, but after a pause you replied, “I love you, too.”

[catiuskaa]

POOKIE!!!! I have the best idea for the most fluffy fanfic eveerrrr!!!!

So it’s a Lee Know x reader kinda fic ( cause i feel like it would make it 10000 times better considering that Minho isnt the most emotional person, or at least he doesn’t show it) and they are like chilling or whatever you decide… AND at some point he says to the reader “ I have a feeling that, over the course of our lives together, i will re-fall in love with you as many times as there are stars in the sky” (I saw this line in a reel or something and it was the cutest most romantic thing ever)….

You can decide the plot and everything but I need Minho to say as much as I need oxygen 😭😭😭

I beg you pookie😭😭😭 Please write this for me😭😭😭

OMG ONLY FOR YOU POOKIE ANONNIE YESSS AND IT MATCHES WITH SMTH I’VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE SO WELL

LIKE JUST GOTTA SAY IT'S NOT A CHILL SETTING AT ALL BUT I HAD TO DO IT CAUSE IT'S SO SBAHGDJASD

here you go my love

ILYSM MWAH MWAH (SO CUTE -melts-)

[yawnzzznnn]

happy holidays!! could you do a yang minho x fem reader with prompt 9??

✦Sinful - Minho✦

✦Special Thanks Too: anon, 8turn, Minho

✦Note: I finally got a new phone, which means I can write again!!!

✦CW: cursing : burning pizza rolls : falling

✦Taglist: @bunnie-stay-p1ece - @mxlly143 - @soul-is-a-strange-kid

✦Prompt: 9.)um....I burnt the pizza rolls-

You and minho somehow woke up at the same time in the middle of the night, craving the same food he had bought earlier that day, getting out of your shared bed you silently tip toed to the door. "You too?" Minho said in a sleepy tone, his sudden voice caused you to jump, accidentally slipping on a loose shirt of his. "Jesus min!" You said calming your heart and soothing your butt, Minho couldn't help but burst into giggles, although he could barely see you in the dark. He had a clear view of how you fell.

"it's not funny" you groaned standing back up, "it was to me, anyway why you up?" He asked making his way through the dark room, trying his best to not have the same fate as you, "I wanted pizza rolls" you mumbled, Minho sighed mumbling a small "same". Eventually you both made it out of the dark room, squinting at a light in the hallway one of his members left on.

Minho gently guided you to the living room, making you sit on the couch "I'll risk my sleepiness you keep yours" he said in a hushed tone as to not wake the others, you nodded happy you don't have to do anything. Once Minho made sure you were comfortable on the couch, he walked into the kitchen not bothering to turn the lights on. He silently made his way through the kitchen trying to find things in the dark.

"Just turn the light on" you said from the couch, Minho responded with a small "no" choosing to struggle in the dark. Your not sure how much time has passed, you jump out of your half asleep state as you hear what sounded like a tower of pans falling. "Oh fuck" you heard Minho whisper as you made your way into the dark kitchen. Flipping on the light you see, your boyfriend laying on the floor with pans surrounding him.

"Why were you even in the pans" you commented, Minho glared at you "I thought it was the plates who even puts pans in a top cabinet" he complained standing up from the ground dusting his butt off. Helping Minho put away the mess, he let's out a gasp "the food!" He said grabbing oven mitts. Looking at him weirdly he opened the oven revealing charcoaled pizza rolls...or what used to be pizza rolls...

"Why did you use the oven..." You whispered staring at the cookie sheet of sin, "isn't that how you cook them?" He whispered "you could've used the microwave..." You whispered back. Minho looked as tho you unlocked a hidden memory "I forgot..." He said in a low tone, "let's just go back to bed and forget this ever happened it smells so bad in here" you said a bit louder this time, walking out the kitchen, Minho nodded dumbing the charcoaled pizza rolls in the trash and setting the pan in the sink before following after you.

[jaehunnyy]

A/N: this idea popped in my mind and i thought that the concept would suit Stray Kids' Minho perfectly 🥰

@sungbeam, lovely, thank you very much for all the support and help you offered me regarding this fic; your patience is a blessing. I will forever be thankful! 💕

Baby, there's nothing holding me back

Genre: strangers-to-lovers!au, angst with happy ending, fluff

Word count: 1.8k

Pairing: Lee Minho × fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of toxic household, some curse words, a fight, Haechan is Minho's rude brother, Minho's a softie. This work contains mentions of Nct Dream as "villains" (mostly Haechan). However, it doesn't reflect their true personalities, it's just a work of fiction, i love them a lot myself. Thus, please don't hate on the boys! 🧡

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The big, transparent water droplets brought by the rain hit your window like pebbles, blending with the pain in your heart and the tears on your face. It looked like the weather was crying for your loss too. After four hours of searching, you gave up, guided back in your room by the storm outside. Your little baby, a three month-old Scottish Fold cat, disappeared from the yard she was playing in, without a trace. With a bit of hope still, you had wandered around your little neighbourhood, but returned with nothing but emptiness and a broken heart.

You'd decided that you would start searching for the little soul again, after the rain stopped. You couldn't even bring yourself to think about her once gray, fluffy fur, being wet and flattened, leaving your little ball of sunshine with nothing but cold. Completely wallowing in your pity, you lost the track of time, only being brought back to reality by the doorbell ringing loudly. Roaming into the darkness of your own world, you didn't bother to grab something in case you needed to hit someone, opening the door without a second thought; and God, you didn't regret a single thing.

A few hours ago, Minho got a chance to escape his evil little brother's demands, his coping mechanism being a walk with his cats. He was sick of the life he had been living since Donghyuck moved with him, having to deal daily with not only him, but also his friends, the seven of them being well known as the 'Dreamies': "Minho, bring us this", "Minho, go clean that", and other demands he grew tired of.

The rain had calmed by now and his lips curled into an innocent, soft smile; which only seemed to grow bigger when he heard a soft "meow" behind him, turning almost immediately to see the little creature standing in front of him, drenched. It was a cute, gray cat, peering up at him for some kind of affection.

The boy went to her straight away, hugging her softly and looking for any sign of a potential owner. A shiny, golden collar caught his attention, and it looked like that was exactly what he was searching for. "Nyx; if lost, please return to Willow Alley 21." He was proud, silently praising the owner for being mindful and thinking about such situations. He grabbed the little kitten, sneaking her in his hoodie and zipping it up, her little head peeking at his other cats through the soft fabric.

Minho walked slowly to your house, noting the familiar scenery, since he lived in the same neighbourhood. He found himself standing in front of a welcoming, white door, then reached out to ring the doorbell. He waited patiently for someone to answer it, petting the lost kitten's head, before being interrupted by a little creak; and then, after you showed up, he felt like he was standing before an angel.

You, on the other side, were startled by the handsome stranger's presence, until you spotted the thing that made your heart fill with happiness again.

"Nyx!" You gasped, voice still hoarse after all the crying, but still pleasing to Minho's ears.

"I hope she's alright. I tried to keep her warm, like I would have done with my own." He smiled, his soft voice making you look at him, face adorned with admiration and joy.

Holding your beloved cat, you couldn't help but scan his face, his features secretly making you feel butterflies.

"My name is Y/N. What can I do for you in return? You're such an amazing human being, I should reward you somehow." The slight desperation in your voice took him off guard; you didn't have to do anything for him!

"I'm Minho, and I'm really glad that I could help, but there's nothing you have to do for me, I couldn't let her suffer there." He tried comforting you, but you weren't ready to let him go so fast.

"I insist! Whatever you want, whenever you need. Just please, let me return the favor to you somehow, Minho."

He loved the way your lips moved and said his name so beautifully. And then, an idea popped into his mind, boldness overwhelming him.

"Then let me take you out—on a date. Sounds like a win-win situation for both of us, don't you think?"

His sheepish way of flirting surprised you, though you had to admit that it amused you. His appearance, along with his charming looks and soft heart blended so well together, making you one of the luckiest people on Earth right then. How could you say no? It wasn't just the fact that a handsome boy showed up in front of your door, it was that he showed up in front of your door—with your lost cat cradled in his arms.

"If that's what you would like in return, who am I to deny you?"

He smirked, satisfied with your answer. "See you tomorrow, 7 pm, at Café Quinn, then. Don't be late, Y/N." He winked, then slowly made his way out of your yard.

You watched him leave, then hurried inside your house, leaning on the door with Nyx in your arms, smiling to yourself at the memory of the stranger with the cats. That was how your night passed.

Though, the beauty of the story had begun to fade the next day, 7:30 pm catching you still waiting for the mysterious boy.

"Don't be late, Y/N," you quoted his words from last night, a wave of anger taking over you. "How could you be such a fool? He was probably joking, stupid girl. What made you think he'll show up now?" You silently argued with your consciousness, letting out a tired sigh. You couldn't comprehend why you were bothering to wait anymore—you didn't even know him, so you did what you thought was the best: grabbed your purse and left the place.

Little did you know that Minho was in danger right now. He was on his way to the cafeteria, when he felt someone drag him to a different direction than the one he was planning to follow. He whimpered in pain when he felt his back making contact with the cold wall, seeing Haechan and his friends stand in front of him, evil grimaces adorning their faces.

"What the hell do you want?" he spat, the words followed by the venomous arrows his eyes threw at the younger boys.

"Why aren't you home right now? I already told you that my friends are coming over." Haechan's sarcastic tone resonated in the emptiness of the street.

"I'm not your personal servant, Donghyuck. I did enough, but I can't anymore. I have my own life."

The first to laugh at his brave remark was Mark, followed by six other mocking tones. Haechan signaled them to shut up, then approached his brother.

"Okay, I understand. You're free. You can leave now."

Minho waited for any sort of protest coming from the others, but nothing occurred. He shot them a last angry stare, before preparing to leave, but what had stopped him was a stinging pain on his face.

"But not before you take this, dear brother." He laughed along with the others, leaving Minho there, all alone, flabbergasted, and hurt. He knew he'd disappointed you, and all he wanted was to give you a proper excuse, though he knew you deserved better. His legs made their way to your house, the look on his face resembling a defeated puppy.

He couldn't help but almost tear up when he got the sweet deja-vu of yesterday, when everything was happy and normal. He also didn't know why he felt so guilty, but he blamed it on his stupid conception about love at first sight, one that he'd started to believe after meeting you. He repeated the actions from the other day, ringing your doorbell in search of you. And when you opened the door, with disappointment on your face, he couldn't hold it anymore. Clear, watery pearls gathered at the corners of his eyes and free-fell down the bruised slopes of his cheeks.

Your dress hugged your figure perfectly, your face wearing the natural make-up you put on perfectly; while he probably looked like an idiot, his cheek bruised, a little scratch visible, too, in the dim lights of the street.

"Minho…? What—what happened to you?" You asked, anger long gone at the sight of your date, the worry in your voice tensing him even more.

"I… was planning to tell you about my life today, but I guess some stories are meant to remain untold." His words pierced through your chest like needles, an unfamiliar pain bothering you.

"I… guess it's not that late, yet. Please, come in. We should take care of you first."

He got in, closing the door behind him, going to where you pointed at the couch. As he sat, his mouth let some words slip again, his trembling voice making you shiver. "I… don't deserve your attention right now. You don't have to do anything for me, please. It was terrible of me for letting you wait."

You approached him, gently grabbing his cheek and applied a piece of cotton drenched in iodine to the scratch on his face. He sighed, looking straight in your eyes.

"It's not your fault, Minho. I didn't react well myself, I judged you too early. But I'm not mad anymore, I'm glad that you came to me."

Nyx seemed to sense the sad tension in the house, crawling into the boy's lap, engulfing him in her welcoming warmth. A tear threatened to escape the boy's eyes, but you wiped it swiftly.

"Look at me, Minho. If we are meant to be, there won't be anything to hold the two of us back. We can always meet another time. Plus, the day isn't even over. We can still do something like teach a movie, right here."

If he had any tears in his eyes right now, they would surely be happy ones. His dark orbs held stars in them, lit up by the comfort of your words. He was happy that you felt the bond between the two of you as well, and he didn't want to have it other way. He would do anything, just to be able to call you his sometime. Holding your waist softly, his lips pressed to your blush powdered cheek, leaving a soft kiss there, a promise that the two of you would be fine.

Later on, you would have never thought that the guy who brought your lost kitten back would also be the guy who would light your boring life up with happiness and love, carrying true feelings that led you to start a pure-hearted relationship after a few more dates, leaving no untold stories behind.

[taeminsung]

close to you..

pairing: minho x reader

summary: airports were hard for minho and so was the lack of planning for their trip to paris.

mina’s notes: this is slightly off from the ask and i took this in an extreme comfort direction. please enjoy ♡

trigger warning: anxiety

anon request: Can I request y/n taking care of Minho when he gets air sick on the plane to Paris 💌

Airports were already hard enough for Minho, but throwing you into the mix made it all the more difficult. It was the first time that you were traveling with the boys, rather than meeting them at their destination and the added level of stress for Minho was rising with each step he took. Minho didn’t mean to beg Chan to let you travel with them but he heard Paris and all logical sense went out the window, as his mind started to show images of how he could spend his down time off with you by his side exploring the city of love. If he had more time to plan, he would have found a way to make it even more special, but instead he settled on at least having the memories with you there. Currently, each step he took filled him with dread and uncertainty.

I’m going to be sick he thought, fingers stretching out to find purchase of whoever was in front of him.

Minho’s fingers tangled in the bottom of the jacket of whoever was slightly to the side of him, hoping that the feeling of someone familiar would calm his racing heart. His eyes stayed glued to the ground as he tracked the shoes of Han, making sure to not deviate too far from him. Feeling fingers wrap around his wrist, he felt the panic bubble even more in his chest as the comfort of the jacket was slowly pulled from him, daring himself to look up just a little, he noticed the familiar sweater paws you had from earlier and watched the way you intertwined his fingers with yours. With a small tug, he felt himself being pulled closer into your side at the same time he felt someone else hover close to his other side. Fear crept up his spine at the thought of someone getting not only this close to him but also to you, since he knew he probably couldn’t protect you in his current state.

It’s just Changbin on your other side, love. We have you, he heard your muffled whisper while your free hand rested on his forearm to continue to guild him.

In that moment, he feels himself relaxing just a little bit from the sound of your voice to the way you somehow knew he needed multiple points of contact in order to ground himself. A tiny muscle pulled at the corner of his lips knowing that you either silently or outwardly asked Changbin to step up to his other side as well, trying to make him feel protected in the madness that was unfolding around them. Some part of him wished that this wasn’t how he acted but some other part of him was telling him it’ll never be better. As if you could read his darkest thoughts, he felt you make quick work in releasing his hand to only have it replaced with your other hand and feel as your newly freed hand found itself on his back, rubbing small circles in comfort.

Minho wanted nothing more than to be closer to you than he currently was.

Finally, after escaping the crowds, making it through security and finding a place to sit, did Minho find himself sighing in relief. Not once did you leave his side, sometimes having to switch sides depending on where more people were walking, and always making sure that there was a member on the vacant side. He really wanted nothing more, as he sat there, than to pull you into his lap and kiss the breath out of you. It was hard for him to explain how safe you made him feel. Sitting silently, he watched as you played with his fingers and talked animatedly with Hyunjin about the museums in Paris and which ones he had to take you with on their days off. That was the other thing he found hard to explain, how you not only made him feel loved by all the little things you did for him, but also for his members. You found a way to connect with all of the members, not just because you were dating Minho but because you genuinely wanted to be friends with them, and when you found interests that you shared with them, you made that into your thing. It never bothered him to know that you were out at museums with Hyunjin or shopping with Jeongin, because he knew at the end of the day you were his and that showed in the times you brought something home for him or shared pictures of your day out with boys.

Watching you now, he really wished that he listened more to when the schedule in Paris would be so that he could have had more time to plan to ask you to be his forever. For now, he settled into the lounge chair more content with the fact you hadn’t left him side or stopped physical contact with him. Too busy in his own head, he didn’t realize that you had turned to face him, conversation with Hyunjin long over, until your reached your hand to run your fingers through your hair did he come back to reality. You ok? You hummed, nails slightly scratching his scalp, which only caused him to melt into your touch even more, eyes fluttering shut. I’m better with you around, he mused adjusting in his seat to rest his head on your shoulder.

What felt like hours seemed to pass before you were gently shaking him to wake up since the flight was boarding. Clinging to you, he couldn’t help the soft smile that formed on his lips as you indulged his clinginess by pulling him tighter to you or holding his hand a bit more firmly than usual. Quickly, he grabbed your bag placing it overhead before sneaking into the window seat, giving you puppy dog eyes as you slid into the middle seat. Glancing past you, he watched as Felix took the seat next to you, whispering something that caused his favorite sound to escape your lips. The melody of your giggle instantly calmed Minho down as he adjusted in his seat, settling in for the long flight, hoping to sleep a bit more after what felt like the longest morning ever.

As always, his dreams were filled with you.

They ranged from memories to future plans to all the small moments in between. It wasn’t until they turned from happy moments to those that weren’t his shining moments with you, the ones that he wished he could take back because of the tears that stained your cheeks. Minho’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped for air, searching for you in the dim light of the cabin. Latching onto your arm, he looked at you with panic in his heart. A million thoughts were running through his head as he felt the back of your hand connect to his forehead. Minho heard the hushed voices of you and Felix as he struggled to focus on anything other than the feeling of your hand on his head, wishing that there were more parts of you touching him. Gripping your wrist, he tugged your hand back to him as you slowly tried to pull it away. Watching as you turned to again speak with Felix before turning your attention fully back on him with a water in your free hand.

Drink, you commanded peeling his finger from your wrist and replacing it with the cold water that seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Minho’s mind raced back to why he didn’t plan this trip out more. Maybe he could find the time to run a jewelry store with Hyunjin to find something that would be acceptable to show the love he has for you. Deep down he knew that he could probably propose with nothing, and you’d say yes, but in truth, he wanted to give you something that showed not only you but everyone around just how much he loved you. He swore, as you continued to rub his back, to give you not only the world but the entire universe. Minho loved you with his entire being and he was so incredibly thankful for you on this day.

Taking a long drink of water, he placed his forehead on the seat back in front of him, suddenly feeling like his entire world was spinning with the motion and the clouds passing by out of the window. Gulping down as much air as he could without feeling like he would throw up; he hoped that this feeling would pass quickly. Only did his body slightly relax as he felt the slight pressure of your hand resting on his back before rubbing up and down the full length, humming quietly close to his ears. Slowly, he reached out his now free hand to rest on your knee, needing the contact with you to fight off the sick feeling that was taking over his body. Faintly, Minho heard more whispers from those around him, but focused solely on your voice saying, take deep breaths love.

You. He grounded himself in your voice, in your presence, in the way that your hand moved up and down his back slightly applying pressure on the upper parts but being gentler on his lower back. You. He focused on your voice saying things to his members and probably the staff and the way you never for the second left his side. You. His rock, his person, his home. You. The person who would never judge him for his anxiety in airports or the way that he sometimes got sick on planes. You. The one who loved him so unconditionally with no fear of anything. You. His forever love that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with no matter what it took or what people said.

You are doing great, your voice broke through his thoughts, sounding closer than moments before. Carefully, he peaked up at you through his hair, seeing your smiling face caused the remaining sickness to slowly but surely melt away. Minho truly had no idea how much time had passed before he finally leaned back in his seat, not far enough for you to remove your roaming hand, but just enough to look up and see the rest of the members with concern lacing their faces. He’ll be ok, I got him, he heard you say turning back to them causing them all to go back to whatever it was they were doing before the sickness took over him. He would forever be grateful for you and the way you not only could calm him down but also his members, and somehow Chan enough to not be a fussing mom. Pulling you into his side, he took another deep breath, taking in the perfume you applied this morning and the linger scent of your shampoo.

♡ ── thank you for reading! requests are open.    

[heliads]

Heyyy I would like to make a request. So let's say there is a small pond in the glade and Minho and the reader are friends with hidden feelings and one day the reader finds out about that pond on the Deadheads so she takes Minho there and they swim in there, all playing and stuff and then somehow they confess?

aren't we all called to the small pond in the glade

masterlist

It is not easy to make do in the Glade. No one said it would be. No one said much of anything, not when you first came up in the Box. At that point, they were still grappling with the issues of what to do when left to their own devices in the middle of a massive Maze. Talking to newcomers and easing their fears was never the top priority.

You’ve been here about six months now, the fifth arrival. There are some who’ve been here before you:  Nick, Alby, Minho, Newt, and then those who came after you. No one knows how long kids will keep showing up, if you’ll ever get to a point in which things stop and everything is over. At least now, with the Glade still growing, you can entertain the hope that the outside world hasn’t given up on you. At least now, you can still harbor the illusion that someone out there is in control, even if it isn’t you.

Such hope for prolonged life or even rescue will continue being pushed off for the time being, though. If there are people out there, they refuse to do anything but send up newcomers and supplies in the Box about once a month. You were one of the first Gladers to arrive, and, if the consistent time schedules are to be believed, certainly far from the last. You assumed that meant more girls were coming. You’re starting to be proven wrong.

That’ll get to you at some point, you think, when survival stops being all you think about and you can finally let your guard down a little more. Some of the earlier arrivals have already started. They recognize the patterns in how life in the Glade works and stick to them. That way, there aren't any unfortunate surprises. That way, you can give up your fear and pretend it never haunted you in the first place.

When that day comes and you learn to relax at last, you’ll hate the Creators for making you what seems to be the only girl in this whole place. Maybe more will come, but it doesn’t seem likely, and the chances shrink with each Box that rattles up carrying yet another scared boy. If you ever get out, you think you’ll treat your makers to a thorough screaming match.

The thought makes you smile, even if it’s not the pinnacle of optimism. That involves you getting out of here, a future which also seems less likely by the month. The Runners are tearing themselves to pieces trying to find a solution to the Maze, bless their exhausted hearts, but you can tell by the strain of their faces and the weariness in their eyes that their prolonged dry spells of answers aren’t doing them any favors.

Still, life in the Glade will continue on the way it’s always been. The sun will rise in the morning, then set at night. Food will be rustled up out of ill-conceived places. Idle chatter will replace stressful murmurings, and one day you’ll look up and realize that this is your home, whether you like it or not. That truth is easier to bear on certain days rather than others.

You have plenty of time for such philosophical musings; it’s your off day, a rarity that only started coming around once first-in-command Nick decided there were enough Gladers that everyone could stop working at the typical helter skelter pace. He says it’s better for community morale. You’re not about to argue with him, so you accept your rest days with reckless abandon and do your best to abuse those blessed hours as much as possible.

Today seems to be shaping up to be as good as any. There’s one boy out there who’s off day coincides with yours; he planned it that way, always has. He’s the one you’d consider your best friend, although it’s not as if there are a ton of competitors for that title. Even still, you think you’d rather have Minho by your side as opposed to anyone else.

There’s just something about him that makes you feel better, regardless of a terrible day or unreasonably awful work shift. You could go to bed wishing you were dead, but so long as his was the first face you saw in the morning, you’d open your eyes and know you were alright within moments. Minho makes you laugh when you’re storming through your worst hours. Minho is the one you look for in a crowd, or when you’re all alone, or wherever you go, and that means far more than you’d ever care to admit.

You would never say it to his face, at least, but you can whisper it to yourself. Of course there is a reason you prefer his company over the others by a long shot, even though you met all of them at the same time on your first day. With every old friend and new arrival to the Glade, no one manages to have half the sway on your heart as him. You love Minho, how could you not? 

As if there was any world in which you did not care for him. As if there was any world in which such a thing would be possible. You are trapped in the purgatory of survival and certain death, where each day could be your last and each night could bring you closer to escape. This is not a place for sweethearts, nor chosen lovers, nor giddy fools. If you’re lucky, both of you will manage to stay alive at least a few months more, and you’ll be able to admire Minho from afar just like you always do.

So, you keep your mouth shut, and let the simple action of spending time with him be enough to settle your restless heart. It is never enough for you, how could it be; but you have to accept it. You will never bring up the matter of your heart to Minho, he will never bring it up to you, and the two of you will continue dancing around the issue until the end of time. A painful scenario, to be sure, but the only feasible one.

He’s here now, testing your patience once again. You might break at some point and let the confession flow from your throat like a blessing or a curse, but hopefully, that won’t be today. Minho shades his eyes from the scorching sun, raising a hand in greeting. Before you know it, he’s by your side, absentmindedly slinging an arm around your shoulders just like he always does.

“Y/N, I have a feeling that today is going to be an excellent day,” Minho pronounces.

You arch a brow, fighting a wild grin. “Why’s that? Are you hallucinating from heatstroke?”

Minho snorts. “No, but it’s hot enough that I’m still holding out hope for that to happen at last. I’m just happy because you’re the one coming up with the plan for our joint day off and not me for once.”

You chuckle. “I was wondering if you forgot about that.”

Minho throws his free hand in the air. “How could I possibly? Rest days are a sacred tradition, Y/N. I won’t have you breaking routine for nothing.”

You roll your eyes, unable to keep your laughter at bay. Minho isn’t wrong, the two of you have been keeping careful schedules for every one of your shared days off. They don’t come all that frequently, so each one has to be properly appreciated. Usually, that means you’ll alternate coming up with ideas of what to do with your copious free time. The last time this happened, Minho had the brilliant plan to steal fruit from the garden and eat it before falling asleep somewhere Nick couldn’t find you. It was fun, but the two hours’ penance in the Slammer was less good. At least he let the two of you relax in the same cell.

It’s your turn now, but luckily for Minho, your plots won’t involve any time spent behind bars. Always one to let your friends suffer whenever possible, you decide to torment Minho by withholding details of the day’s expeditions for a little longer.

“Oh, right, can’t believe I forgot about that. Yes, rest day. I’m aware.”

Minho’s face drops. “That can’t be right. Y/N, I know you didn’t forget. I know you wouldn’t do that to me.”

You hold your stoic expression for a few more moments, then crack at last. “Alright, I’m just messing with you. Yes, I have a plan. Now follow me.”

Minho mumbles something about how you’d better not try to trick him again before jogging after you into the shade of the Deadheads. Few people like to linger around the woods, which makes it perfect for avoiding extra work and curious eyes as much as possible.

Minho takes an uneasy glance around the further you walk into the scraggly forest. “Don’t tell me visiting the graveyard is your idea of a good time.”

“Don’t worry,” you assure him, “I’m not here for the headstones. Far from it.”

Minho looks like he wants some answers, but you’ve always favored a bit of mystery, so you keep walking until you stop once more by the edge of a clearing. Minho, the hero, the intrepid voyager, keeps going. He is used to mapping out the unknown, making sense of the blank unknown, so you let him go first. It also makes for a better view when you see his face twist with joy when he realizes what you’ve found.

“No way,” he breathes out slowly, “there’s a pond?”

You grin. “Stumbled upon it just the other day, no one else knows. Figured we could lay claim first. You know, since we’re the ones with the break day.”

Minho turns back to you, grin unable to leave his cheeks. “You’re amazing. Fantastic. Forget I ever doubted you for a second.”

“You doubted me?” You ask, feigning hurt.

Minho swats you on the shoulder before reaching down and grabbing your hand to pull you forward towards the glimmering water. “Never.”

You laugh as you plunge through the tall grass surrounding the banks. The pond itself isn’t too large, just big enough for five or so people to sit comfortably in its sparkling depths. For you and Minho, though, it’s nothing short of paradise. You never thought you’d be this happy in the Glade unless someone found a way out, but here, this pocket of joy is enough to completely change your day around.

Minho lingers on the banks, staring into the depths of the small lake. “You know this means we have to go swimming. There’s no way we couldn’t.”

You nod solemnly. “That’s why you’re going in first.”

Minho starts to frown, but before he can form his question, you’re shoving him in the side. Minho seems to hang in the air for a moment before he hits the water with a loud splash. He comes up almost immediately, shaking droplets from his dark hair. 

“You pushed me in?” He asks, absolutely shocked by your act of betrayal.

“Of course I did,” you say gleefully, “someone had to see if the water was cold, didn’t they?”

Minho’s jaw drops in outrage, and seconds later he’s grabbed your ankles, pulling you in as well. Although you know you probably rose back to the surface within moments, it feels like you spend an eternity there, looking at him through the tinted water, the weight of the liquid pulling you down and towards him all at once.

Then your head is breaking through the surface and you’re gasping for air through incredulous laughter. “You pulled me in?”

“Hey, you pushed me,” Minho defends himself, “I felt it was only fair.”

Unable to think of a fitting retort to this admittedly true accusation, you settle for the classic answer of splashing him. Minho blinks the water out of his eyes for a moment, stock still, then fixes you with his most devastating stare yet.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he begins.

“I can,” you answer him proudly.

“Oh yeah?” Minho says, pushing through the water to stand even closer to you, “that means it’s so on.”

You raise an incredulous brow. “And what are you going to do, splash me back? There’s nothing you could do to actually make this even.”

Minho leans towards you, his breath hot on your cheek. “Actually,” he says slowly, “you have no idea what I would do.”

It is silent for a moment then, still and silent. The wind presses against your skin, cooling you until you think you could be frozen in place. Slowly, carefully, Minho brings you back to life. You don’t know exactly how long you’ve been waiting for him to kiss you, only that it has been far, far too long.

The kiss ends far too early in your opinion; Minho stays there still, forehead pressed against yours. You breathe in time with him, then listen to him as he says, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You smile in spite of yourself. “I didn’t think you would want to hear it.”

“Of course I’d want to hear it,” Minho says simply, “it’s you, I’d want to hear anything.”

“What if I said I hated you?” You ask, ever the pessimist.

Minho laughs quietly. “Impossible.”

He’s right, and both of you know it. For once, that difficult task of someone knowing your deepest secrets is not the worst burden in the world to bear. It never will be.

requested by @toomuchofafungirl, i hope you enjoy!

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[nomoreusername]

Better

⚠️ Eating Disorders ⚠️

Let's get one thing straight. I don't have a problem. I simply noticed that I seem to have been slower whenever I go running lately. So I decided to fix the problem by putting myself on a strict diet. Thankfully, I know people in the Glade. I switch around who I give my dinner to, and nobody ever has a second thought about it.

From there things kind of escalated. I became obsessed with seeing myself grow thinner. Each time my clothes felt baggier there was this sense of pride. It got to the point where if something did fit me I'd feel shame. Then, there became the point where the clothes not fitting wasn't good enough for me. I would look at my body and see nothing but flaws. Suddenly, I was thankful we didn't own mirrors so I couldn't see any others.

Things somehow managed to get worse. What was once a simple diet so I could run faster seemed to be slowing me down. Except, it could be something else. What if I was actually gaining weight?

That's when another idea came to mind. Every time my time slowed I would punish myself by running extra hard. When everyone was in bed I'd be running laps around the Glade. Yesterday it was so bad I made myself stay up all night sprinting, doing pushups, and basically any accessible exercise.

I really wish I would have thought of how that might slow me down in the maze itself. I knew I was doing terrible because my partner today was Minho who was doing this like it was nothing. I used to run like this before what was supposed to be a diet took over my life.

"Uh, you okay?"He asked. "Mhm,"I lied, my legs threatening to give out from under me. "You're breathing pretty heavy. You look five seconds away from passing out."

"I'm fine,"I repeated as the stitch in my side grew. I really wanted water, but I wasn't doing good enough to earn any.

"Okay. Hey, we should probably stop for lunch,"He suggested, looking at his watch. I felt a thousand nerves run through my body. I don't know how many times I can use the 'I forgot it' excuse.

"Sure,"I pretended to agree, sitting against the wall. Then, I faked looking in my bag before putting it up.

"Are you not going to eat?"He asked skeptically. "I forget it,"I shrugged, being way too used to lying for my comfort. I had to though. They wouldn't understand and would just blow it out of proportion.

"I thought you'd say that,"He sighed, before reaching for something. Before I could ask what he was doing he pulled out a bag. To be more specific it was my lunch bag with my name. He shook his head as he tossed the empty bag at me.

"You haven't asked for a lunch,"He accused. It was true, but I still shook my head no. "You give away your dinner,"He kept going. I stared at the ground wondering how to get out of this. "You didn't eat anything for breakfast,"He listed. "You've lost so much weight you have to wear a belt with every outfit,"He continued. "And you've been the one running around the Glade at night,"He finished. I couldn't make myself look at him as I kept staring at the ground. I could feel his eyes burning into my soul.

"Those are all true, aren't they?"He asked. "It's sort of an exaggeration,"I said quietly. "When's the last time you've eaten?"

"Last ni-"

"Nice try. Winston had an extra. Try again."

"Yesterd-"

"You left your lunch as you ran, and you left before breakfast. Try again. When's the last time you've eaten?"

"Three days ago,"I muttered, my voice almost a whisper. "When?"He asked again, not having heard me the first time.

"Three days ago,"I admitted loud enough for him to hear. By now I closed my eyes because even the ground seemed to be judging me.

"Why?"He questioned. There were a lot of reasons, but I didn't say anything. I wasn't planning on doing so anytime soon.

"You're going to kill yourself if you keep on going. Not metaphorically. You are literally going to make yourself shut down. Even worse, you're a Runner. What happens if one day you pass out or don't make it out of these walls in time?"

"I'm a Runner,"I repeated. "Yeah. That's what I said."

"I'm a Runner, and Runners are fast. They're strong. They don't get tired. I wasn't doing that so I tried a diet,"I confessed.

"A diet? Last time I checked a diet doesn't mean starving yourself. It's not staying up all night so you can collapse from exhaustion the next day. It's not punishing yourself because you don't think you're doing something good enough. If it was a diet you wouldn't have sat there and lied to me."

"I said I tried a diet. It got a little out of hand, and now I can't go back."

"What do you mean you can't go back?"

"I can't just go back to eating normally. I'll just be disgusted with myself. I don't want to feel gross when I look at myself."

"Y/N, you are going to die if you keep this up. Do you understand? You are killing yourself. If you pass out here someone may not be with you that day to get you out. Then, you're stuck here all night with the Greivers. The Greivers are going to kill you, and everyone's going to be asking 'Where's Y/N? Why isn't she back?' The doors are going to close, and it's over. Because if someone notices too late to run in here you are screwed. You're totally shucked. You're going to be dead or you're going to get stung, and we'll have to banish you, and I don't want to banish you. I don't want to have to push you through these doors, and I don't want to run across a pool of your blood,"He said in one breath.

I looked over and for only the second time in my life saw Minho cry. That had been when he pulled Newt out of the maze. Crying wasn't something he did, at least in front of others. Now he was sitting beside me with a tear streaked face, and I didn't know what to do.

"I don't know how to stop. I want to, but I don't know how. I've been doing this for so long that it seems impossible to go back to how I was,"I admitted, my own silent tears falling down my face. I hadn't realized I even wanted to until I said it out loud. I didn't even realize how much of a problem it was.

"I think we should head back for today. Drink up,"He directed. "Alby's going to be pissed,"I pointed out. "It's not safe for you to be here right now. I'm sure he'd understand."

"I don't want to tell Alby,"I mumbled. "Then, don't, but you're not running anymore today. You need to eat and catch up on sleep."

"This is going to be hard to do,"I uttered. "It is, but you won't be doing it alone. I'm going to be right beside you,"He promised. "Even if it takes a while?"

"Even if it takes forever. Come on. Are you ready to go?"He asked, holding his hand out. I looked at him before taking it.

"Yeah. I'm ready to get some help."

[hanjisick]

Orders.

genre. mafia au. bodyguard!lee know x fem!reader

desc. your father is an elite, high ranking official in a mafia family. after your first kidnapping, a bodyguard was hired to ensure your safety.

warnings. nsfw. fingering & sex. torture. kidnapping. murder. violence.

wc. 10k

✉️ : this is my first writing after a 9 month hiatus. i apologize for the unannounced break and i will be answering and writing again shortly. enjoy! :)

You sit in a wooden chair, wheezing and thrashing from days of sleep deprivation and torment. Your body aches, wrists bruised and bloody from the ropes, and you almost feel like giving in and spilling Daddy’s secrets— allowing them to kill you and the family.

But you knew better than that. You knew that you'd be saved.

The gunshots and cries for help weren't unexpected from above the dark bunker.

With an ear-piercing creak, the door swings open and the shadow of a man emerges through the doorstep, shoes squeaking with fresh blood underneath.

He doesn’t let out a single word as he kneels to grab your face and examine it. Your attention follows the ring on his finger. An insignia that he is part of the family. You can depend on him.

But still, you wince, sharply inhaling as his fingers aggravate your wounds.

“Don’t get their blood in my wounds, I don’t know what kind of freaks they are,” You grumble, voice husky from days of screaming.

You let him turn your head, retaining eye contact with the floor as you grit your teeth.

“Relax,” he mumbles, “I don’t bite.”

He leans closer to examine your wounds. “You took a lot of hits. How many people are here?”

He draws back as you reply, “Can’t tell you exactly.”

“About four of them grabbed me while I was leaving the house— stupid on their part, no wonder you were here so shortly,” You trail off before catching yourself back on topic.

“But I’ve only seen three different men since I’ve been here. Only to beat me and interrogate me. Don’t worry, I didn’t say anything to put Daddy at risk.”

“I heard two other unrecognizable voices. That would make nine people in the building that I know of. Of course, there could always be more. How many did you shoot?”

“Six,” he responds before looking down at your scrapes and wounds again.

You feel him caress your cheek once more, his cold skin sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re in bad shape.”

“If there’s more here, we need to get out as soon as possible. We can worry about my wounds as soon as these people aren’t on our ass.”

You struggle in your bounds, the ropes burning your already bloody wrists, “Could you untie me, first?”

“Don’t move.”

You obey his command, halting as he unties the ropes, uncovering the painful burn marks and blisters.

“That fucking hurt,” you rotate your wrists, “I could’ve gotten out without your help eventually, though.” Your voice is rough, breath coming out in harsh, sharp drags.

“Sure, you would’ve.”

You stumble to your feet as he pulls you into him for safety. He reeks of gunpowder and high-dollar cologne— presumably something that Daddy has made sure that he has the money for.

“Stay close to me, when we get to the front, you go out first and then I’ll leave right after.”

You follow the unfamiliar man out of the maze, almost slipping on the floor blanketed in blood.

You adjust to the bright sunlight— and it feels gentle against your damaged skin. It seems like time has stood still while you were captured. “Did Daddy order you a car?”

“Yes,” he answers, “Some men are waiting out front to take us to the closest hospital— which isn’t too far.”

“I’m being hospitalized?” You follow him into the backseat, finally slacking for a moment ontop of the fresh leather.

“It’s not my choice to have you taken to the hospital, it’s the orders.”

“Do I have a statement to tell the nurse?” You look at him in concern.

“Am I supposed to say, ‘Oh, I was kidnapped by Daddy’s enemies! By the way, he’s in the mafia! Who wants to arrest Daddy?’”

“Tell them you fell down the stairs.” His flat tone contrasts your own, remaining unfazed.

“How would that cover up my wrists' burn marks?” You hold up the bloody and bruised dents, “Nobody gets these from falling down the stairs. There's way too much blood— and some of it isn’t even mine.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking over to the burn marks on your wrist and then back to you.

“Then tell them you accidentally burnt yourself while cooking.”

“Are you even listening to me? Are you stupid?”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, not seeming to care about the situation.

“It’s not hard to pay them to be silent.”

“How about I tell them that I was heavily bullied at school and a couple of classmates did this to me? I think that could work.”

You two arrive at the front entrance of the emergency room, he follows behind you, strolling through the automatic door.

“I’m fine, really, I was just beaten by classmates,” You lie through your teeth to the front desk, “My boyfriend took me here to get it checked out.”

He raises an eyebrow.

You comply with the nurses as they check your weight and interview you.

“I don’t have any stab wounds, at least I don’t think so— I don’t remember what they did to me. I was held captive for a few,” Your voice trails off as you wince at a sudden pang.

You glance down at your bleeding side and are unexpectedly whacked with all of the distress that you had been repressing at once.

Your vision starts to fade, face pale as a ghost.

The man rushes over as they carry you to a bed, and he kneels beside you to review your condition. Your body is pale and cold, breathing jagged and rapid.

You hear the whispers of the staff panicking. One nurse checks your pulse, and another elevates your legs.

“I need my blood sugar up,” the first words that come out of your mouth sound weak and painful.

You look over at the man beside you.

You need to lie. But you don’t even know his name.

“Boyfriend,” you determine, “please get me a sugary drink from the vending machine.”

A subtle smirk forms upon his lips, but it vanishes as soon as it appears.

“Fine,” he rises to his feet.

You hiss as the nurses sterilize your wounds, shrieking and thrashing on the mattress at the sting. You try to stay still, but the pain is intolerable.

Footsteps echo and you find the man returning with a chocolate bar, which he holds out to you. He brings it close to your lips and holds the chocolate against your mouth for you to take a bite, “Slowly.”

“I told you to get me a drink,” You disregard his command, biting the chocolate quickly, almost aggressively.

His lips turn up, amused by your action.

The nurses finish stitching up your deep gashes and bandaging your wounds, recommending that you stay the night.

“Pay for the bill with Daddy’s cash and let’s get out of here,” you state coldly, “I need to shower and get all of this blood out of my hair. I don’t want to stay here.”

“As long as you can walk by yourself, we can leave right away.” He replies. The man takes out a wad of bills quickly counts the money and pays for the bill.

You stay speechless until entering the car.

“Who are you?”

“I’m your bodyguard. Your father hired me to look out for you after the kidnapping.”

You nod in acknowledgment. “Will you be staying at the estate with me? Or is it a ‘only when I leave the house’ kind of deal?”

“My primary duty is to protect you from anyone or anything that could harm you, whether that be outside or inside the house. I could go wherever you wish me to follow you, and I will be there.”

“You won’t sleep in bed with me though, right?”

He stays silent for a moment.

“You are correct, I am here to protect, nothing more. I will not sleep next to you. I am merely your bodyguard and take your orders.”

“Good boy,” you grin, “I bet Daddy will pay you very nicely. Why else would you take this job? How much does he give you? Either way, I’m sure you have enough to buy a mansion.”

The bodyguard holds back an eye roll. “I will have more than enough money. Not only that but he also provides me with a home.” He adds with a smirk.

“Good.” You reply.

You fall silent, allowing him to drive, taking in the past few days.

You were never worried about surviving, You understood that Daddy would handle it. But you didn’t expect to be as hurt as you were.

He could’ve saved you sooner.

“When we get home, order the chef to make me something sweet, I deserve a treat,” you state, “I’m going to shower and you are not allowed to enter my bathroom under any circumstance. Even if I’m dying.”

“You would die before letting me enter your bathroom? I get it.” He retorts.

Once you both arrive at the estate, you stumble out of the car. You don’t linger for him.

You’re welcomed by a handful of workers as you enter the home, but ignore them as you make a beeline up the stairs and towards the bedroom.

The door locks behind you and the room is silent. You feel the weariness creep on as your wounds sting. You lean against the door, sliding down.

After a moment of peace, you head towards the shower to comb the dried blood out of your hair.

You scrub your face carefully, avoiding the stitches above your eyebrows.

You wash your body entirely, removing the blood stains with soap, water, and a wash rag. Then you comb out the dried blood.

Once you finish, you dry yourself off and dress in a plain, silk nightdress.

Leaving your bedroom, you turn to look for your guard. He is at the doorway of your room when you walk out. His eyes roam around your body for a brief moment, examining the nightgown.

“Do you require assistance?”

“Did you place an order for something sweet, like I asked?” You peer at his suit, moving in to adjust his tie.

He follows your hand as it moves, eyeing you for a few moments before he utters, “I did, the chef will be bringing it to your room once it’s prepared.”

“Good boy.”

You look up at his face once you are pleased with the positioning. You grimace at his sharp, cold face. The blood was dried, brown, and unpleasing. The man’s hand relaxes on the gun holstered on his hip.

“I order you to come into my bedroom.”

His eyebrows crease. He understands his role as your bodyguard— nonetheless, he doesn’t get a kick out of being ordered around in this tone.

He takes a deep breath. “Your wish is my command.”

The room is massive, a silk-covered canopy bed sits in the center of it. He pays no mind to looking around, concentrating on the job at hand.

“Sit down on my bed,” you demand, steering towards the bathroom and pushing open the double doors.

He obeys your orders without question, crossing his legs, and keeping his hand resting beside his gun.

The bodyguard keeps a close, attentive eye on the doors, supervising the way that you soak a washrag with warm water, squeezing out the excess.

You sit beside him, grabbing his chin and leaning into his face. He tenses.

“Relax, I don’t bite,” you smirk, reiterating his first words from the moment he met you back to him, massaging the dried blood off of his face, “No guard of mine will have a messy appearance.”

You can tell that he feels uneasy, but he can’t reject you. If you wish for him to relax, he will make an effort to relax.

You can’t help but notice his complexion when he isn’t scowling. The apathy melts away as you wipe the dried blood, giving you a new perspective on his appearance.

“You’re handsome,” you state bluntly, “Especially without blood covering your face.”

You toss the rag into the laundry basket carelessly, waiting for a maid to take care of it.

“Thank you.”

“What is your name? You never told me.”

His eyebrows arch slightly at the question.“It’s Minho.”

“I am Y/N,” You reply, holding out your hand to shake his own. His grip is firm and warm.

He keeps a stoic face as he glances at your face and back at your hand, as if he is searching for an ulterior motive behind this handshake.

The food.

The bell rings and the sound of it shatters the stillness of the room. Minho’s head jolts towards the door, hand back on his gun.

He rises instantly, opening it to reveal the maid with a tray of sweet snacks.

He takes it from her. “I will bring it in.”

“What a good boy, Minho,” you praise, clapping your hands together as he sets the tray on your lap.

“I don’t take you for a man who enjoys sweet food much. Do you like sweets?”

“Sometimes.”

You unwrap a piece of high-dollar chocolate, “I command you to open your mouth.”

Minho can’t deny you, it would be disobeying your orders.

He opens his mouth as the chocolate is positioned between his lips.

You relish in the chocolates with Minho and once finished, you set the tray on the floor for a maid to pick up at sunrise.

“I don’t think I mind you being around all that much, Daddy makes good decisions.” You lay down on the mattress.

“Your father does make good decisions.”

His gaze wavered on your face until you drifted off to sleep. Only then did they slowly trail down to your body.

The way your body was built captivated him. Minho was glued to your sleeping form.

He stayed in the room, taking a seat on a chair in the corner to watch you.

He didn’t know how long it had been since you had dozed off, but by the way that the room was now pitch black and noiseless aside from your figure rising and falling, he would imagine that it had been a couple of hours.

“How long are you going to sit there?” Your sleep-filled voice questions him, causing him to snap out of his daze, hand reaching for his gun out of instinct.

“Do you sleep? Are you allowed to sleep?”

“I will only remain in the room as long as you order me to. I do sleep,” He replies, “Now is there anything else you need my assistance with? Or can I return to my duties?”

“So you’re only staying in the room because I ordered you two hours ago?” There’s a tinge of dismay in your voice, but it was masked by sleep, “You can leave if you want, I don’t mind.”

Minho felt a sudden pit in his stomach. You sounded disappointed by his statement.

Your words are perplexing him, and he can’t conclude what you want from him. To stay or to go?

“Should I stay for a bit longer?”

You were already asleep again once he had responded.

You and Minho both wake to a maid opening the blinds and ringing a bell. You groan, stretching your body.

“Miss, let’s get you dressed for today.”

She pulls your nightgown up above your head as Minho’s eyes wander toward your laced underwear.

“What’s on my schedule for today?”

He quickly forces his gaze to look away and stares back at the maid.

“We want you to heal from your injuries, miss,” she answers, “we will start with a nutritious breakfast to encourage recovery, and attend to your injuries, and then you will speak with Daddy about your incident.”

The maid buttons your fitted dress, glancing in Minho’s direction, “Your bodyguard will need to be there for your conversation with Daddy.”

“He will?”

“He needs to tell Daddy what he witnessed from the facility.”

You nod, following her lead down the stairs and towards the breakfast table.

Minho follows suit, remaining at your side the entire time and he watches you eat, staying observant and cautious.

“Are you hungry?”

This question catches Minho off guard.

“No.” He adds in a dull tone— but in actuality, he is starving. He was entrusted to watch over you. He shouldn’t eat on the clock.

“Maid, go order,” You look Minho up and down, “A side of crepes. Blueberry crepes. And two cups of coffee.”

The maid hurries to the kitchen to place the order, and it is brought out a couple of minutes later.

He stares at the crepes being placed on the table, and his belly grumbles. “Thank you.”

The maid carries the mugs of coffee to the table. But it doesn’t take Minho long to catch sight of her cunning smile and the perplexing liquid that the maid slipped into the mugs of coffee.

He stares quietly, calculating his next action.

“Don’t drink it.”

“Why not?”

Minho’s sight narrows as you bring the cup of coffee to your lips.

This time, his tone is warning and direct. “It’s better that you don’t.”

You halt your sip at his harsh command.

The maid pulls out a handgun swiftly after realizing that she has been caught, aiming it at you.

A switch swiftly flips inside of him.

He lunges forward, grabbing the woman’s wrist and twisting the gun to the right, snapping a couple of fingers in the process.

It’s a rapid movement, and he had little time to think before shooting her in the head, watching the life leave her body. His face is apathetic and almost casual.

The maid’s blood spilled onto the floor as the others ran to clean it up.

“He passed the test, we can keep him. A promising guard so far,” Daddy compliments from behind you, “Urgently acting to protect. He knew that she was mindless and weak. He comprehends crises well.”

The older man slips a wad of cash into the breast pocket of Minho’s suit. “Good on protecting her. That was a setup with a stupid maid who was just aching to betray us. You will have the same fate if you are wavered by another team.”

“I think he’s a good boy. He won’t betray me.”

“Y/N, meet me at my office. Guard, follow her.” He swiftly turns away to lead the two of you as you eye Minho.

“You can relax now. No more tests.”

He nods in understanding, heeding silently towards the office.

“Tell me about what you saw at the facility.”

You nod. “Four men had taken me from our garden entrance and used Chloroform to knock me unconscious. I woke up in their van, where my hands and legs were tied. I heard them talking about what they planned to get out of me. They had intentions of murdering me if they got to a week of no answers.”

Minho listens to your explanation with hawk-like eyes, paying close attention to all the details and descriptions.

You clear your throat, running your fingers across your bruised wrist, “I was tied to a chair in their questioning room, and they used forms of torture for me to open up.”

“I was deprived of sleep and beaten if they caught me closing my eyes— trying to get my lack of sleep to cause me to open up about your activities.”

Daddy nodded solemnly, leaning into his chair.

“Waterboarding was their favorite method, but they enjoyed beating me. I assume that was mainly for fun.”

You continued, “Minho appeared and killed a couple of them and saved me, but most are still alive.”

“Still alive? You didn’t find and kill them, bodyguard, why?” Daddy’s intense eyes moved toward Minho, who appeared unbothered.

The fact that he missed a few guys is enough to drive him crazy.

“I had to get her to safety as soon as possible.”

Daddy merely nods. “I will send my men after them. Y/N, did you get any names?”

“They wouldn’t tell me anything about themselves, but I saw a couple of signs of their rival gang.”

“Guard,” he veered towards Minho, “Describe the faces that you saw. I need as much information as possible.”

“They look to be between the ages of 20 to 30, their faces covered in scars. One man had dark skin, and his facial scars were faded. His most notable feature was a slit across his brow. He wore a dark suit. I left him alive but with a bullet in his arm. The other man had a lighter skin tone and his scars were similar to knife wounds. He had gotten away.”

The boss nods.

“Good. I can work with that. Never let my little girl get into trouble like that again, alright?”

The second the words ‘my little girl’ leave his mouth, Minho can’t help but gaze at you. He observes your reactions and motions.

His heart beats by hearing his boss call you that, and his attention is now focused on every single twitch that you make.

“The nurses will be waiting in her bedroom shortly. Be good and do as they say.” He adds, snapping Minho back to him.

“Guard, do not let her go against any of the nurses' rules. She can be convincing. Do not give into it.”

“Yes Sir.”

You roll your eyes, turning away to leave the room.

“Stay safe.” That is the last utterance of the boss before you drag Minho out of the room and towards the bedroom.

“Sit on the bed,” a nurse commands you, and you quickly obey.

She dabs at your abdomen stitches with antiseptic soap and your eyebrows furrow.

“You can’t move around much, got it? No exercising for three weeks until we get these stitches out.”

You agree as she moves on to your wrists, rubbing cream into them, “You’re going to visit us twice a day for six days until the healing is almost complete.”

She yanks a bandage off of your face, causing you to groan in pain. She rubs another ointment on it before substituting it with fresh dressing.

Minho supervises each step that the nurse takes, noticing how she takes care of your body as if it’s her most precious gift.

She turns to Minho, “I need you to make sure that she’s well rested, drinking enough water, and not doing many straining activities. Take her back here once again in the evening, and then we will see her again this time tomorrow morning, got it?”

“Yes, I will take care of her.”

“What about him, nurse?” You eye the small cuts across his face and hands.

She smiles and leans over to you. “He is well trained. Trust me, he’ll survive a few scratches.”

Your eyes narrow. “I order you to treat his wounds to the best of your abilities.”

She sighs. “Yes ma’am.”

She moves towards Minho and checks his wounds, patching the ones that were newly caused. She brushes his face softly with an ointment.

“I don’t like it when my guards don’t keep up a good appearance,” you try to explain away your worry for him, “and being injured will only slow you down when protecting me.”

The man stares straight ahead, listening carefully. “I’m fine. I’ll recover just fine. I don’t need much care as you do.”

“Let her rest now,” the nurse tells Minho, “order the maids to bring her a glass of water and have her sip on it until lunchtime.”

Once she leaves, Minho turns towards you, “I’ll make sure the maids bring you water. You need to stay hydrated”

Once water is on your table, your gaze returns to Minho

“Now, I order you to sit down on my bed with me.”

He examines you with a neutral expression and waits for you to say what you mean, not wishing to assume or take anything wrongly.

“Sit down with me,” you demand again, patting the spot beside you, waiting for him to follow suit.

As soon as you ask him to, Minho does not waver. He sits down beside you, body brushing your own.

You turn to meet his cold expression with intensity. “Do you like your job so far?

Minho is taken off guard by your switch of topic. He stays where he is sitting, but turns his body as well and faces you.

“I enjoy my duties.”

“Good. Because I’m fond of you. You’re handsome, and you are good at your job.”

He stares at you with slight surprise. “Thank you.”

Your hands grab for his, playing with the ring on his finger.

Then, you reach your hands higher, tugging his sleeve up to reveal a cluster of scars littered across his forearm.

“How long have you been in the business?”

“Since I was fourteen. I was trained from a very young age.”

“Have you always been in Daddy’s family?”

“I was loyal to your Daddy from the moment I knew what this life was like. I haven’t had a moment of doubt.”

“Good. That means you won’t leave us, right?”

“I will serve your family until my last breath. You have nothing to fear about that.”

“What a good boy,” you reach to ruffle his hair, landing a swift kiss on his sliced cheek. “That’s exactly what I like to hear.”

Minho stiffens.

“I order you to take off your jacket. I want to see your body. To see if you’re strong enough to be a good guard.”

Your words are sharp as a knife and they cut deep through his defense system. His jaw clamps and his breathing accelerates.

Minho swallows his breath, nodding his head. His movements are rigid, starting to cautiously peel off his jacket. It takes him a moment to unbutton it, but once his jacket is off, he stays there, waiting.

You slide his jacket to the floor, touching the muscles of his bicep through his button-down. “You’re fit. That’s good.”

Minho yearns for you to keep feeling him. To keep praising him. He swallows. Your words sound like a honey trap to him, and it’s working as intended.

“I order you to take off your tie.”

“Yes.”

That is all that he says, slowly slipping his tie from underneath his collar and tossing it aside.

Unexpectedly, you’re climbing on top of his body. “Take off your button-down.”

He unbuttons his shirt as your eyes sear into his chest. He is now only wearing a black undershirt.

“So many clothes,” you sigh out, groping his bare arms. You run your hands across his biceps, listening to him shudder underneath the touch.

“Take off your undershirt now. I want to see your chest.”

You can feel the heat radiating off him as he shivers. His body is now sensitive, and your hands are making it worse for him.

Your orders are evident, and he hastily lifts off his undershirt, waiting for what is next.

You can see his whole chest with all of its blemishes, with every muscle covered in sweat, exposed for you.

Your hands travel down his chest and abdomen, feeling each ragged scar with your bruised fingers. The delicate contact causes his breath to catch and a soft groan leaves him, fighting to not show that he relishes in your touch.

“Let me kiss you.”

He stares at you for a moment before his eyebrows slightly shift— his way of showing you that he approves of that request.

Minho leans in slightly and closes his eyes, gently placing a timid kiss on your lips.

You smirk against him, pushing him to lie against the bed frame and deepening the kiss. Your hands reach for his dark hair, clasping a handful in your grip.

He kisses you deeply and wraps his arms around you to pull you in closer, offering full control to you. His breath speeds up.

You pull away after a moment, lips brushing against his as you catch your breath, but only for an instant before moving towards his jaw, sucking marks onto his skin.

Minho quivers at your touch, his breathing speeding up once more as you leave red and purple blemishes on his skin. He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning.

Your mouth moves from his jaw to his neck, leaving kisses and hickeys all across him, making sure that he is covered in them.

Your hips grind against him, breathing heavily with anticipation as you make your way to his chest.

Your hands and mouth are touching all of him, and each sensation triggers a reaction that he tries to conceal.

Your lips hover back to his lips, staring at him longingly. “Do I have to command you for you to do anything to me? You don’t have to ask. You have my permission. Do whatever you want.”

You can see his gaze shifting from your eyes to your mouth, to your neck, and then towards your chest.

You swiftly lift yourself off of him to let him remove your dress, leaving your body as bare as his own.

You grasp onto his neck, bringing him in for another deep kiss. Minho remains silent as he kisses you, allowing you to leave him as many marks as you desire.

“What are you thinking, Minho? Speak to me.”

He takes a moment, letting out an unstable breath. “I’m thinking of what you are doing to me. I,” he stammers, “I want to make you feel good.”

“Then do it. Please.”

“I don’t want to harm you,” he breathes out, “you’re injured.”

“The nurses said to not do,” Minho presses his eyes shut as you bring your hips up to meet his, “fuck, anything straining.”

“Remember what Daddy said? I can be convincing.” You sneer as your bodyguard fails to keep his cool composure, but the aching cock pressing into you is giving his true desires away.

You eye his internal struggle between following your orders and his cravings, or the nurse and his boss.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I can go relieve myself in the bathroom.”

“I like being hurt.”

You notice his lip twitch at the comment, and you decide to provoke him further, grinding into him, and set a steady rhythm with your hips.

He groans as his head drops back, tugging onto your hair and trying desperately to control his breath, “Please, Y/N, I just want to take care of you.”

“You can take care of me in another way.”

“I need to follow orders.”

“Then I order you to fuck me.”

His eyes pinch shut as he tries to clear his head and reason with himself.

Perhaps if he were gentle, it would be alright.

But how long could he remain gentle when you were splayed out in front of him, willing to take anything that he gave to you?

He made his decision, gripping your shoulders gently and flipping you, pinning you to the bed, and surveying your face for any discomfort.

When he finds none, he impatiently unclasps his belt, throwing it to the floor along with his dress pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

You hold yourself up by your elbows, thighs pressed together and mouth watering at the man in front of you.

His hands were delicate, although they could easily snap you in half, as he unclasped your bra, leaving your top half bare.

Minho stopped to take in the view for a moment before grabbing at one of your breasts, his mouth attaching to the other.

Your whines were like music to him— something that he wanted to hear more of.

Your back arched in pleasure as he moved one hand down to your thigh, caressing it for a moment before slowly slipping his hand into your panties.

“Try to stay quiet, darling, I don’t want any staff checking on us,” He hushed you with his lips attaching to your own once again, feeling your wetness all over his calloused hands.

His thumb brushed against your clit and you whimpered into his mouth, clenching around nothing.

Minho then plunged two fingers deep inside of you and curled them. He was becoming lost in pleasing you, overlooking his own ache between his legs.

Your thighs shook beneath him, feeling him brush against your g-spot brutally. “Minho please, please just fuck me. I want you inside of me so bad.”

At your request, he slipped his fingers out, feeling your cries against his lips from the loss of friction.

“Yes ma’am.” He pulled away from your lips, replacing them with his now dripping fingers, lapping it up with his tongue.

Next, your ruined panties were yanked off of you, with his boxers soon to come after.

One hand gently relaxes on your hips, cautious to avoid aggravating your injuries as he uses the other to guide himself inside of you, a deep groan followed by your whines.

He gives you a moment to handle the stretch, but you hardly need it, already begging for him to move.

Minho cautiously thrusts, taking in a deep breath and furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. 
This is the ultimate test of patience for him. He needs to be as gentle as possible with you.

Ultimately, he sets a slow pace, hands locating themselves on either side of you, letting out uneven breaths as he tries to control himself from how good you feel around him.

“You really do care, don’t you?” Your hand reaches to cup his face, gazing into his eyes that are hazy with pleasure.

He keeps his response short, too concentrated on the waves of bliss through each thrust, “I do care.”

“Is it because you’re my bodyguard or something more?”

You study him, watching his adam’s apple move as he swallows deeply, inhaling sharply. He halts his thrusts for a brief instant.

“Both, maybe. I can’t tell.”

That was enough for you to continue, grabbing another handful of his hair and bringing him in for another hungry, deep kiss.

With each deep thrust, Minho’s mind got hazier and hazier, losing himself to pleasure bit by bit. You could feel it by the way his rhythm became rough and desperate, and his pace picked up.

One of his hands left your side, creeping towards your throbbing clit, causing you to let out sobs, all of which he ate up with his mouth against your own.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He coos, knowing that you’re too lost in bliss to respond.

He takes your whines as a ‘yes’, his thumb rubbing circles faster, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing your eyes closed and letting out a lengthy, drawn-out moan as his pace picked up even further.

“Just like that. You’re so good for me, so, so good, fuck,” he talked you through your orgasm between his thrusts, chasing his own high.

His brows crease, hips stuttering at how good it felt to have you gripping so tightly onto his cock. Finally, he let go, his load spilling inside of you and seeping out.

Both of you took an instant to catch your breath, coming down from your highs.

His hands slowly traced your curves in contentment, paying attention to the way your chest rose and fell.

Finally, he has a justification to gape at your body up close.

From your jawline to your hickey-covered chest, down to your bruised sides and stitches near your abdomen, and— Oh fuck.

Your wounds.

Minho slowly pulls away, feeling a sense of post-nut clarity and fright.

His hand slides away from your body, staring at you with concern.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, your own anxiety suddenly displayed on your face, “Do you regret it?”

“No! No,” He panics, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?“

Back in reality now, your wounds ache and your head pounds with exhaustion and overexertion.

His mind calculates the solutions to the situation— ways to explain to the nurses, to fix you, to help you feel better.

It was his shortcoming, after all. He let his urges get to him.

“Let’s run you a bath.” He pulls himself up, tugging on his boxers and heading towards the bathroom.

You hear the tap turn on, lying in bed trying to catch your breath. Your breath is harsh from both adrenaline and pain, but you can’t help but feel as though the latter is more of the cause.

You had slept with a small handful of men, primarily Daddy’s men, but none of them were quite like Minho.

He was tough but breakable. He was still kindhearted at his core— something that wasn’t all that common in the business.

You could tell from the way that he ran the bath, bare muscles glistening from sweat, running his hand through the water to make sure that it was the ideal temperature. How concerned he was about your protection, even through his pleasure.

Not many other men that you’ve met throughout your life have been the same way.

You’re quite fond of the man that you have just met.

You hear the water shut off and footsteps coming towards the room. He holds a faint smile as his steps come towards the bed. Your gaze slowly wanders to his physique.

“It’s ready for you.” He says in a slight whisper.

“I order you to pick me up and bring me to the bath.”

He nods at your order, hooking his arms underneath your thighs and back, his strong grip securing you.

You inhale the powerful stench of gunpowder stuck to his skin, finding comfort in your bodyguard’s presence.

“Will you wash my hair?”

Studying his expression, it’s hard to read, but you let him carry you and place you into the water.

‘I do care,’ you recall his words.

‘Is it because you’re my bodyguard or something more?’ ‘Both, maybe. I can’t tell.’

Perhaps you had feelings for the man, especially while he massaged shampoo into your scalp with tough hands, making sure to rub your temples.

“Have you ever been a bodyguard before?”

When Minho hears your question, he hums while he proceeds to wash you, working on scrubbing the areas where he touched you earlier. “No, you’re the first one I’ve been a bodyguard for.”

“I did things for your father before this. Not as a bodyguard, a more, I guess, dangerous role,” he dismisses the question.

“Is that so?” You fall to silence as he continues to wash you, taking his time and guaranteeing that he gets every part. He hesitates when he washes around your injuries— every stroke and movement of his hands is smooth and temperate.

“Let me relax for a minute alone,” you murmur, “You should put your clothes back on, the maids should be here any moment to take my order for lunch. They won’t find it suspicious that I’m bathing, but they will question why you’re with me.”

Minho nods and pulls away from your body.

He stands up and his feet splash on the wet floor. He takes a double take at your closed eyes.

The way your body floats in the bath is something that catches his attention. You look very pleasing in such a vulnerable position.

He leaves the room, cracking the door to make sure that you are safe.

Minho buttons up his wrinkled shirt, pulling the jacket over it and smoothing it out to ensure that nobody suspects anything.

Minho’s eyes turn to the maid who enters the room with the ring of a bell.

His demeanor is unfazed, a hand on the gun in his pocket once more. He holds eye contact, his stare intense.

He would make sure that there wasn’t another incident.

“Where is Miss Y/N?”

“She is bathing at the moment.”

She nods, walking towards the bathroom and knocking on the door.

You hum, allowing her to enter.

“What would you like for lunch, ma’am?”

“I don’t know, surprise me.”

A few seconds go by as you immerse yourself entirely in the water before rising back to the surface.

“Minho,” you call out, “What would you like?”

You hear the faint sigh that Minho gives as a response back to your question.

“I’ll just have a sandwich or something, whatever you have is fine.” He replies to both you and the maid as she exits the bathroom, fulfilling her duty of reporting your lunch choice.

The bedroom door shuts behind her.

“Minho!” You call out once again, “I order you to take me out of the bath.”

A few seconds pass before you hear Minho’s footsteps come near the bathroom once again. He grabs a towel as you stand, body bare and dripping with water.

His eyes have an intense focus as he reaches out his hand.

Minho pulls you up from the bath wraps the towel around you, making sure to cover all of you, and begins to dry off your hair.

“Minho,” you begin, “Daddy can’t know about what happened. He’d shoot you dead on the spot.”

Minho pauses for a moment, his eyes darting across the floor.

He is silent for a moment. “I won’t reveal anything to him.”

“Good boy,” you cling to the towel covering your body, “Go fetch a maid to dress me. While she does so, I want you to change out of that suit and shower before lunch.”

“Then I’ll go shower now. I’ll be back.”

You hum in agreement, stepping towards your bedroom as a maid rings the bell.

You drop your towel, letting her sift through your drawers to find decent clothing.

She eyes a hickey on your breast, along with the other injuries across your body from the kidnapping.

“Your injuries look agitated, Miss Y/N, are you sure that a bath was the best idea for you?”

“Don’t question me,” you grumble, “I took a bath because I wanted to.”

“Yes, miss.” She pulls the dress above your head smoothes it out, and clasps a necklace behind your neck.

“You’re all set for lunch.”

The moment that you come out of your room, you can feel his presence. He is leaning against the front door of the room with an unreadable expression.

He has another suit on, a fresh one. Minho’s previously muskier, dark scent has been replaced by a new, sweeter fragrance.

“First shower at the estate?” You question, “Our soaps are quite lovely and mild on the skin. You smell wonderful.”

Minho’s lips curl at the compliment, looking you up and down, “Seems that we both are putting our best foot forward.”

You look around to see if anyone is watching before leaning to ruffle his damp hair and leave a kiss on his cheek, taking the man by complete surprise. He makes an effort to regain his composure, but you can see that his cheeks are blushed from the touch.

As soon as you lean in to lock arms, you feel him lean over to you to whisper something.

“I would love to do that with you again.”

You froze in your spot, heat rushing to your thighs.

You must regain your composure, caught off guard by his blunt words, something unlike the ordinary nature of Minho.

He takes a seat across from you, watching every move that the maid makes to be sure that she doesn’t try anything— he has learned his lesson.

“Pressed Italian Picnic Sandwiches and tea,” The maid states, setting the plates on the table.

You scrunch my nose up. “What’s in it?”

“Artisanal prosciutto, aged provolone, and sun-dried tomatoes inside of a crusty ciabatta,” She doesn’t hesitate to list the ingredients, “and a fragrant blend of rare loose-leaf teas with fresh cream and sugar cubes.”

She sets the teapot and cups out, along with a carton of cream and a bowl of sugar cubes.

Minho’s hand rests on his gun, waiting for her to leave before taking a sip of tea.

You follow his action, dumping a couple of cubes into your tea and bringing it to your lips.

I finish my lunch with Minho.

“Let’s go back to my room now. I'm exhausted.”

Minho nods his head and you both finish up the meals quickly.

You both leave the dining area and stroll back to your bedroom.

As soon as you get back into the room, you feel Minho close the door behind you.

You don’t hesitate to climb into bed and lie down.

The guard looks over at you, observing the way that your chest rises and falls as you breathe. He notices every movement that your body is making.

“I command you to lay down with me.” You lean back against the bed, your body still and eyes focused on his unmoving body.

He slips off his shoes silently, slipping into the canopy bed.

You grin, curling at his side, pressing against his body.

His breathing is deep and steady as he struggles to get into a more comfortable position.

Your mind began racing with questions about the mysterious man that you were slowly falling for, burying yourself further into the sheets.

“Minho,” you start slowly, “How did you become tangled with our family?”

Minho stays silent for a few moments and you feel his body shift a little against yours.

“I didn’t have a lot of money or family growing up,” he kept his answer short and simply, “the moment that this job came my way, I took it. The people connected to this business have always stayed on the down low, so this is an easy job to keep."

“Daddy seems to like you,” you grit your teeth.

Minho turns to you on the bed and sits up a little. He looks at you from top to bottom, reading the worry on your face with ease.

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

“He will kill you on the spot if he finds out. He’s done that to almost every man who has flirted or slept with me.”

You pause for a moment. “God forbid the one he hired as my bodyguard.”

“I am not so easily killed.” The words leave his mouth with a tinge of arrogance.

“I trust you.”

“Good.”

There is stillness between you both for a time, but he breaks it by grabbing your chin and leaning in to kiss you. You soothe into his touch, smiling against his lips briefly before he pulls away.

“I order you to stay here. Like this.”

It’s not difficult for you to drift off to sleep beside him, and as always, Minho pursues your request, keeping a close eye on you. You relax, your breathing slow, and he notes all of the occasional twitches and movements that you make in your sleep.

A couple of hours later, the door is knocked on by a maid.

“Dinner order?”

Minho jolts awake from the knock on the door, a hand swiftly placed on your shoulder to protect you from any threats before turning his head towards the noise.

His voice is full of sleep. “Repeat that?”

As she opens the door, there is a look of inquiry on her face, one that she won’t ask to ensure her job and health.

“Is she asleep?” She questions instead, glancing over at your peaceful figure.

He turns his head towards you to double-check, observing your napping body.

“Yes.”

“Alright. I’ll advise the chef to prepare her dinner later tonight.”

She gives a sharp nod to the guard and scurries out of the room, quietly shutting the door to not disturb the girl.

Minho’s eyes rest on the door for a moment, fully alert now with a hand resting on his gun.

Eventually, he turns over to you. He has his eyes on you for a few seconds before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, letting out a small sigh.

You stir at the warm touch, scrunching your face up and stretching your body.

“What time is it?” You ask groggily before burying your head into his neck.

“Dinner is in about half an hour. You hungry?”

“Not really,” you pull yourself up and rub your sleep-filled eyes.

He notices your body shiver as you pull yourself up. Minho lets out a short exhale.

“Did you sleep?”

“A bit.” He doesn’t look away or turn his head as he admires the way you stand and stretch your body, smoothing your dress of its wrinkles.

You walk towards your vanity mirror, plopping down in the chair to readjust your necklace to the center. A few marks on your collarbone catch your eye.

“The nurses will be in shortly.” You grit your teeth. “I hope they don’t notice.”

“They won’t notice.”

His figure can be seen from behind you in the reflection of the mirror. His lips are turned upwards as he watches you fix your appearance.

You pull out a couple of foundations and concealers, working on concealing the marks left from earlier.

“The maids wouldn’t, but the nurses will tell the difference between a hickey and a bruise. Especially since these are fresh.”

Even though you are busy with your makeup and covering up the bruises, Minho’s eyes are never off of you. It is a feeling that you will have to get used to— always having a watchful eye on you.

Once you were satisfied with the coverage, you rose from your seat quickly.

“Get up, we’re going to dinner.”

“So bossy.” He retorts. “What will you have?”

“I want to go out, let’s go somewhere fancy. Daddy will pay.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You want to go out when you have had a beating just two days ago?”

He asks it like he thinks it’s an absurd idea, almost condescendingly, yet his tone of voice is soft and full of concern for you, causing your stomach to flip inside out.

“I’m tired of staying inside already. This estate is suffocating,” you pull on your slip-on shoes.

“That’s how I got myself into this mess in the first place. I left the house and got kidnapped. That won’t happen with you here.”

“I guess you’re right. We’ll go somewhere nice.”

“Good. I’ll go tell Daddy.” You leave the door open for Minho to come after but don’t wait for him, yet you can tell that he follows behind silently, attending to the way your body moves in the dress as you make your way down the halls.

The door is slightly ajar, so when you knock, it pushes open with a creak, revealing your father inside.

Minho stands behind you like a shadow, his lips pressed into a straight line, gaze locked on your father, keeping his distance from the both of you.

“Come inside,” the older man invites both of them with a welcoming grin, “sit.”

You can sense that your father has something on his mind, which is never a good sign.

“I was going to call you to my office shortly, anyway.” Instantly you assume the worst.

You sit down, taking a seat in front of him. Minho is still standing in the back, his priority on you and your father.

The man looks over at Minho. Their eyes lock for a moment. “Guard, go lock the door. There is a conversation that needs to be had.”

Minho nods and he turns his head, locking the door behind him.

He turns his attention back to you, who is frozen in your seat, breath hitching.

The elite man fiddles with a pen at his desk, clicking it to drown out the tense silence.

The silence in the room seems so heavy that you wonder how neither you nor Minho is feeling sick. Judging by the thick atmosphere between the three of you, it is easy to tell that he isn’t pleased right now.

He fidgets with the pen and you wait for him to finally speak.

“Do you find my daughter to be precious, Guard?” He addresses Minho with a stern voice, finally setting the pen down at his wooden desk with a smack.

“Yes sir,” Minho replies flatly.

“Are you willing to protect her at all costs, even at your life?”

After moments of silence, he answers back confidently. “Yes sir. I am.”

A hand comes to rest at his side, toying loudly with a handgun, which he eventually pulls out of his pocket.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes, yet Minho stays concentrated. There isn’t a single sign of fear on his face. He is unshaken, calm, and collected as if he had been foreseeing this exact scenario.

“Do you know why you were assigned to guard my daughter, Minho?”

“I know the reasons.”

“There was a leak to the rivals from a previous staff member that I had a precious daughter in my life,” He turns towards you, “the one that I had climbed to the top of my career to protect and assure her safety and security.”

He cleared his throat before darting back to Minho, “It took less than a day for her to be taken from my hands and placed in the hands of one of my greatest enemies.”

Minho pays attention to every word that he speaks and clears his throat, waiting for your father to continue.

“I care for my daughter more than anything in the world. Which is why I had appointed the most valuable, honest, and competent man in the family to ensure her protection.”

Minho nods.

“Please don’t kill him, Daddy.”

The boss meets you with cold eyes, disregarding your words to proceed with his lecture. “You are my most prized possession. I would hurt anyone or anything to make sure that not a single person touches you. The men who kidnapped you are all taken care of, wiped out by my command.”

He continues. “I know everything that goes on in your life. Every meal, every kiss, every injury, the staff must report every minor thing that occurs in your day. I have eyes on you at all times, and you’re more than aware of that.”

Your shoulders stiffen. He knew.

“Minho,” his stare is burning into the other man, “I’ll get to the point. Did you sleep with my daughter?”

He doesn’t blink. His body tenses up and his voice remains neutral.

“Yes.”

The boss turns the safety off of his firearm and you dig your head into your hands, unable to observe the scene that is about to unfold.

The gunshot is fired, but the man deliberately aims to the left of Minho, grazing his cheek with the bullet before standing up instantly from his seat. The guard doesn’t react with more than a blink as the blood pools at the cut.

“I trust you, Minho. You are a good man. If there is a single person who I would choose to give my daughter to, it would be you.”

Finally, Minho takes this as a sign to let his guard down for a moment as his shoulders drop, lip quivering slightly. It was evident that there was more emotion that the guard was holding back, especially when he took a moment to look away.

“You have my approval.”

Your eyes widen.

“Take care of my daughter. If you break her heart, I’ll feed your own heart to her for supper.”

“Understood.”

“Take her to dinner,” a wad of cash is pulled out from one of the drawers, “buy her flowers and anything else that she asks for.”

“Yes sir.” He responds, “I’ll make sure that she gets the treatment that she deserves.”

You run to embrace your father, to which he places an arm around you, rubbing your back before pulling away.

“Get yourself dressed more sufficiently, I will have a car ready for you soon.”

Minho follows you out of his office, letting out a breath that he had been holding in once the door was closed.

“Did you hear that?” Do you know what this means?” You beam at the man before grabbing at his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

He lets out a surprised noise, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing back.

When you break the kiss, he stares back at you with the first big smile that you’ve seen from him displayed on his face.

“Let’s get you ready.”