#minhyuk fluff

[moonlightdreamzz]

QUICK STOP — MINHYUK

<3 You didn’t think Minhyuk was going to have a day off and not stop by and see you, did you?

THEMES ✰ Angst w/ glimpses of fluff. Reader and Minhyuk have a very confusing relationship.

NOTE ✰ Seeing Minhyuk literally made me feral…so I had to quickly write about how it made me feel, but me being so angsty it just took a turn.

9:00AM

“I have something to tell you. Don’t be mad at me.”

You take a deep breath, your mind already preparing for the worst to leave his lips. The facial expression he’s currently wearing isn’t angry though, or guilty, which is making everything even more confusing for you.

“Wait, I’m sorry.” His palm holds itself up to his screen; a signal for you to not freak out like you always do whenever he does anything unpredictable around you. “We talked about this.”

Your eyebrow raises in synchronization with the smile you can never keep hidden whenever he’s doing anything in your direction. Whether it be staring, speaking, breathing, whatever; you can’t help it.

“Mhm.” You encourage slyly.

He continues, “And I promised you I wouldn’t say ‘I have to tell you something’ without proceeding to immediately say what I have to tell you, because if not, it makes you, and I quote, ‘want to slam your head into a wall’. So I’m sorry.”

Your laughter escapes your throat so hard that it hurts a little. Minhyuk is cracking up just as hard as you, and it feels like as soon as one of you has caught your breath, the other snorts, and all progress goes to shit. Your phone is now on the floor even though you don’t know when it fell.

“When did you get that phone? Like in January?” Minhyuk wheezes. You find it difficult to recall the exact duration it takes for him to regain his composure because you are laughing more than he is now. “This is like the 200th time you’ve dropped it. Speaking of, have you taken that old ass screen protector off? It’s clearly been through enough.”

“How about you buy me one, since you got so much to say.” You scold as you hop off your bed to retrieve his virtual presence. The moment you step onto the floor, a sudden chill zaps through your body, causing your laughter to briefly freeze in mid-air. It's like the floor is playing a cruel prank on you, reminding you of its icy presence as a rude awakening to reality. If Minhyuk was here, he would have foreseen this frigid encounter and saved the day with his thoughtfulness.

He possesses an extraordinary talent for predicting where your tired, exposed feet would seek refuge in the morning. Your slippers would have been here. If only he were here in this chilly moment, you think, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Cold feet?” He teases, as always, knowing what you’re thinking without you having to say anything.

His smile is brighter than you've seen it in a long time as he gazes adoringly at you over the phone. You're curious what he's thinking and what he's been up to this week. He certainly has been eating well, which warms your heart because he was constantly anxious before enlisting, focusing on everything but himself. You've missed him in every way, but you can't bring yourself to tell him.

The saga of your relationship reads like a bestselling novel. It's a tale of tangled emotions and unspoken truths, a rollercoaster ride of passion and confusion. You both know there's something between you that defies any clear definition, something beyond the boundaries of conventional romance. A connection so intense that it keeps pulling you back together, no matter how hard you try to resist.

You're head over heels for him, and he claims to feel the same way. But there's always a lingering doubt, a whisper in the back of your mind questioning the authenticity of his words. Is this love or just a twisted game? Can two people who share such an undeniable chemistry remain in this perpetual state of limbo, reluctant to label their feelings?

You feel yourself drowning in his orbs. Those beautiful brown eyes of his that matches yours are your home. You often think to yourself though, who else has found refuge in his eyes when the two of you haven’t spoken in weeks?

“You have something to tell me?”

Did his phone freeze? His eyes are clearly on you, but he’s not responding.

“Minhyuk?” You chuckle with a pure expression of confusion resting on your features.

He appears to come out of a trance you weren't aware he was in, blinking repeatedly to test whether his unconscious heard what you said to him. "I apologize. What did you say?” He asks, embarrassedly touching the back of his neck. Was he blushing? "I'm looking at the most beautiful woman on the planet. I'm a little disoriented right now."

That was another thing that terrified you about your lover. Were you even allowed to call him that? No matter, he talked so damn good. He could sell you a beach house in Idaho if you wanted to. Regardless of the confusion between the two of you, you trusted him wholeheartedly. Your concerns and uncertainties were cut away by his smooth tongue like a bullet made of gold, leaving you captivated by his alluring charisma. He had an answer for every ask, a fix for every issue, and a promise for every aspiration.

“I’m off tomorrow.”

You immediately beam, hoping he's telling you this because he's going to spend the entire day with you doing everything you enjoy. You may make him his favorite depending on when he arrives, but if he arrives too early, the two of you can find somewhere to sneak off to, right? You can also order takeout. Sure, take out—

Mingyuk took a photo

“I’m sorry.” He apologies, his naughty tone showing that he is indeed not sorry at all. “You just looked so cute smiling at me like that. I’ll send it to you.”

Before you can even start scolding him for snapping terrible pictures of you, you remember the second part of what he started this entire conversation with.

Don’t be mad at me.

“Why would I be mad at you for having a day off?”

“Because…I’m not going to be able to see you.”

Confusion always has to be present, right? You can't possibly be angry. If you told this story to anyone else, they'd advise you to be grateful that he cares enough about your sentiments to tell you what he's doing. It didn't make the pain go away, either. You can't help but wonder if he would come see you if you were his girlfriend.

“Don’t do that, baby. It’s not like that.” He assures. “The concert is tomorrow, and I really want to see you, but I haven’t seen them in forever. If they weren’t performing I could split the time, but it’s been a while since I’ve been with Monbebes and the boys. I hope you understand.”

What we’re you going to say? No Minhyuk, don’t go and support the people who have had your back since before we even met. Spend time with me instead, the person who you haven’t seen in months, isn’t your girlfriend, and probably never will be? You damn sure wanted to, but you can’t.

If he were here right now, he'd be softly rubbing your back, looking for traces of rage or hurt in your eyes. He despised inflicting pain on you. He'd press his lips to yours, expecting you not to kiss him back but hoping you would. Of course, you'd never be so unhappy with him that you'd refuse him his treasured kisses.

"Thank you, babygirl. You’re so understanding." He always replies to your devotion, planting a sensual kiss to the side of your head before peppering kisses on your neck.

You put on a brave face. He knows it's a ruse, and you know it, but you're not feeling charitable enough right now to fake it to the point where he believes you're actually happy with it.

“It’s cool, shawty.” Is all you can muster in the moment.

What was once a vibrant phone call full with delightful laughing and admiration has suddenly turned cold—or so the aura feels for you. You haven't found the words to bring the vibe from earlier back, and you know him; he wants to move on from this subject now, but based on previous arguments, he doesn't want you to think he doesn't care about your feelings, because he does.

You haven't talked to him in a long time, so moping about it is worthless. Breaking the silence was in his best interest, and regrettably, satisfying him meant more to you than it should have given how un-defined the two of you are.

“You wanna hear about my week?”

His smile glows through your phone once more, exactly like it did when you answered it the first time. You can tell he's sighing with relief. He's not sure if you want to keep talking to avoid feeling guilty, or if it's sincere, but he doesn't care. You're well aware of it. He always says to you, “I just want us to be okay. Always.”

“Now you know I didn’t call just to talk about me. Tell me everything, and don’t leave anything out.”

8:00PM

Despite how childish it seems, you promised yourself that you wouldn't check Twitter today. Of course you failed. All day, your timeline has been filled with Minhyuk looking so damn good. You two stayed on FaceTime for hours yesterday, giving you plenty of opportunity to admire his unrivaled attributes, yet a phone conversation doesn't do him justice, and neither does a photograph. You wanted him right now.

His white sweater suited his tan skin beautifully, and you were drawn to the way his muscles, which you had no idea had expanded so much, were attempting to escape from it. He’s the only man that has to ability to make you quiver at a simple photo of him.

Had he been here, instead of there, the second he walked through your door you wouldn’t have hesitated to rip it off. He wouldn’t have questioned you for a moment, missing you just as much as you’ve missed him. The two of you would have made love all over the house, probably until the morning time, and it would fill the gap inside you from not being able to call him yours—temporarily of course.

With Minhyuk absent, the empty house lies before you, beckoning you to decide how you will occupy yourself in his absence. Now is the time to contemplate and plan your activities, to explore the rooms and corners, and to find solace or adventure within the walls that surround you.

But you'd rather sit on your couch and do nothing, which is the exact opposite of what Minhyuk would like. He used to make fun of you for lazing around the house all day.

You have no recollection of falling asleep. After an hour or two of scrolling through Tiktok, your vision went fuzzy, and your grasp on your phone became increasingly shaky before dropping to the floor, much like it did on the phone with him the day before.

12:00AM

He hasn't been here in what seems like an eternity. Despite the recent distance between you two, his heart feels warm as he looks at the wreath packed with red tulips that is still hanging on your door. He remembers it as if it were yesterday—you couldn't believe him when he said it was what he wanted you two to make one for anniversary of you two meeting, because you never believed that you genuinely mean something to him.

He types in your passcode, stepping into your cozy apartment. Instinctively he inhales the brisk air that smells of lavendar and another scent that he can’t quite put his finger on.

As he looks around your place, he giggles to himself in adoration. “This girl…she really thought I wasn’t coming.”

Minhyuk hasn't even begun looking for you yet. He figures you're in your room, knocked out cold, because he doesn't hear feet dashing into your closet, nor did you try to come out with a lousy excuse for a weapon—yet another thing he chastised you for on a daily basis. He confidently strides into your kitchen, his eyes scanning the room, immediately recognizing the disarray that has become all too familiar to him. He knows, without a doubt, that your seasonings need to be meticulously arranged in their designated spots, and there are a few dishes lingering in the sink, patiently waiting for attention.

It doesn’t take him long to tidy up in there. He walks further into your apartment, prepared to pick up your clothes he’s certain you stripped off earlier before you went to bed, that he hears your little snores. When he sees you, snuggled up to the soft, cozy blanket that he carefully picked out for you a few months ago, his heart practically leaps out of his chest. The sight of you wrapped in that warm embrace brings a flood of joy and contentment, knowing that he was able to provide you with comfort and happiness.

His knees, slightly bent, fall naturally to your side with a light thump as he quietly settles next to you. In this moment, he wrestles with a choice: should he wake you up, gently brushing his fingertips against your cheek to rouse you from slumber? Or should he carefully lift you up in his strong, comforting arms, carrying you to bed like a precious treasure? As he contemplates his decision, he can't help but smile at the thought of tomorrow, knowing he will capture the beauty of the present moment by snapping a photo of himself holding you tight in his chest, a symbol of love and protection. Then though, you’ll be upset that he didn’t wake you.

His hands move to your shoulder, gently shaking you. Not to his surprise, you don’t budge.

“Kisses it is, huh?”

His lips continue to press irritatingly wet kisses all over your face, causing your nose to wrinkle up and your eyes to clench up like an irritated teenager. You try to turn the other direction, but he holds you down and prevents you from moving. Minhyuk is relieved that it's him in here with you and not some stranger, because your survival abilities are pitiful.

“Y/N.” He says sternly, although his smile is as radiant as it always is when he’s looking at you.

Your eyes begin to flutter open unexpectedly. You're not sure whether to yell, cry, or both. Your eyesight isn't the best, but even in your waking disorientation, do you realize who's standing in front of you?

“Minhyuk?” Your voice is raspy and filled with utter confusion. “What are you doing here? What the fuc—

His kisses you instantly, and whatever the feeling is called when you feel like your body is exploding with every emotion at once, that’s how you feel. You want more, and you attempt to pull him on top of you, but he stays put. You whine into his mouth, causing him to chuckle at you before pulling away.

“Don’t do this to me right now.” You protest.

Minhyuk takes a deep breath. The kind he takes when he‘s in the midst of making a choice that’s for the greater good, but not exactly what he wants to do.

“I want to do that. So bad.” He begins. He adjusts his collar that you just a minute ago had a very seductive grip on, and when he touches it he swears he’s right back into that moment with you. “And we will, but I haven’t seen you in two months and I don’t have long. Isn’t it wrong for that to be the first thing we do?”

“If I wasn’t crazy, I would say you actually care about me.” You laugh, absolutely and thoroughly in love with the man in front of you right now. This is the man who has captured your heart. This is the person who knows just what to say and when to say it. His eyes are sparkling as they take you whole, swallowing any resentment you felt toward him when you thought he wouldn't stop by. You can’t help but to leap into his arms, squeezing tight as you still haven’t processed how real this moment is.

He laughs as well, but his tone his somber as well as his smile. “Why do you always say that?” He questions. “That I don’t care?”

Maybe this is the reason why you aren’t his girlfriend. All you ever did was question him and his feelings for you. Minhyuk always said to you that one of his favorite things about you is how outspoken you are. How you’re never afraid to say how you feel, or how other peoples actions make you feel. But in this moment, and every other doubting moment the two of you have shared does it feel like all you do is fuck things up even worse.

He’s looking at you, but you’re now looking through him. Minhyuk didn’t mean to send you inside your head, feeling embarrassed for saying what’s on your mind. He really just wants to understand.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I was just making a little joke.” You attempt to cover.

“No you weren’t. And that’s okay. I just want to know why you always say that.”

You two couldn’t be about to argue after not seeing eachother in two months, right?

You don’t want to say the wrong thing, but you know you have to say something. His eyes are becoming impatient with you. You know he’s wondering why say such a thing if you can’t tell me why you said it when asked.

“I don’t want to fight.” Is all you can muster, shooting your eyes to ceiling. Let it go, Minhyuk. Is all you can think to yourself. The tension is getting thick, practically suffocating you. You just want to have a beautiful night with him. You want him to make love to you, and you want to fall asleep in his arms. You want to wake up before him, watching him sleep soundly before getting up to make his favorite breakfast. You want to tell him how much you love him. Not this.

“Tired of doing that.”

So, he really wants to do this?

“What are we, Minhyuk?”

Now he’s the one unable to find the words.

He pretends to contemplate. You know it’s insincere, because he looks to the left of him while he thinks instead of the right—a tell sign of him pretending to do something. He often did this when he was trying to surprise you with a date, claiming the two of you were going one place, when in reality he was taking you to some expensive restaurant.

“I love you.” He says confidently. You don’t know why you were waiting for him to say more. You want to laugh out loud, but you can’t, because the laugh will turn into a pitiful cry.

“That’s it?”

“No. I just—we talked about this, baby. I love you, and you love me, and we’re figuring this out. You’ve been through a lot with love and so have I. I just wanna enjoy this, because this,” he places his thumb to your cheek, rubbing it softly before continuing, “this is a beautiful thing that I don’t ever want to ruin. Do you understand?”

You nod helplessly. He knows that anytime his hands are anywhere on you, that his word is law. Being embarrassed about how delusional you are when it comes to his confusing analogies wasn’t going to make you come to your senses. You can’t help how much you love him. He makes you feel; something you never thought you’d do again. And you like it—no, you absolutely love it. It’s better than being numb and emotionless.

“I love you.” He repeats, moving his lips to your neck now. “And I want you in my life forever. I’m yours. We don’t need a label for that. Let’s just be.”

“Let’s just be.” You repeat, giving him more access and moving his hands to your chest, letting him to love you anyway he wants.

Minhyuk is on top of you now, and as he attempts to continue with your night, his phone begins to vibrate in his pocket.

“Just ignore it.” He breathes out, taking his phone of out of his pocket and throwing it behind the couch.

It’s his world, so you do as he says.

1:00AM

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Candy Cane

Summary: A holiday party where everyone dresses up as a different holiday. The party where you meet your friend group’s old best friend from high school.

Oneshot

Fluff, Non-idol au, Strangers to lovers au

Word Count: 3,795

Minhyuk X Female! Reader

[Features! The rest of OT7]

Requested: Hiiiiii <3 Can I request A Holiday Dress Up Party with Minhyuk from Monsta X for a female reader? Thank you! ☃️

Prompt: 10. A Holiday Dress Up Party 

[A/n: It’s not mentioned but Hyungwon is wearing a flower costume.]

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You call Hoseok up and ask if everyone is dressed up for the party, not wanting to be the only one in a silly costume. And he told you everyone was, but to reassure you he sent a photo of himself dressed in a comically large four-leaf clover with a green undershirt. You laugh and happily walk the rest of the way in your pink and white candy cane costume. You stay on the phone with him and ask, “Is there anyone I don’t know?” He hums, “Only one, I think? You don’t know him cause he’s been out painting murals in France? I don’t know where; you’ll have to ask him. But we’ve been friends since high school. And we talk about him all the time.” You nod, “Oh, am I finally going to meet Minhyuk? What’s he dressed up like?” He hums, “Yeah! I think a Champagne Bottle? I haven’t seen him in a while. I’ve been by the hors d'oeuvres for a while now.” You laugh, “Any good ones?” He quickly answers, “You’re gonna love the spinach feta croissant! If I don’t eat them all first!” You shake your head, “Good thing I’m approaching the door now.” He giggles, “Good thing!” 

You ring the doorbell, and a red and green ornament, known as Hyunwoo, greets you. “Ah (Y/n). It’s good to see you.” You laugh, “It’s nice to see you too, Woo.” He smiles and lets you in, “How’s it looking?” “Good. Everyone managed to dress as a different holiday.” “Really?” He nods, “Yeah, I was surprised too!” You see a guy in a mask and immediately recognize, “Changkyun? Are you Guy Fox Day?” He groans, “I’m supposed to be anonymous.” You exchange a look with Hyunwoo before saying, “You’re doing a good job at it.” 

You shake your head and find Hoseok eating a croissant, “(Y/n)!” You cheer, “Hoseok!” And Hyunwoo leaves you after grabbing a plate of different hors d'oeuvres, mainly tomato bruschetta. And Hoseok hands you a croissant, “How many did you eat?” “Um… many.” You chuckle before eating it yourself, and your eyes widen as you bite into it before quickly finishing it and eating another. You both finish up that plate with ease. A vampire, Kihyun, comes around and goes, “I had a feeling those would be gone first. It’s why I prepared seconds for the ‘rest’ of the guests to eat.” He emphasizes the ‘rest’ to you guys, making you both pout as you move away. His sharp canines glinting as you move away. You both mutter, “Meanie,” loud enough for him to hear, which causes him to scoff. 

You both walk from it, and he goes, “When he leaves, I am stealing the plate until the pizza delivery comes.” You cackle, “Save me one.” He nods, “One.” You shake your head at him, and that’s when you spot the champagne bottle. “Is that him?” You ask softly, and he nods, “You want me to introduce you two?” You shrug, acting indifferent, even though the guy seemed quite handsome. “Minhyuk!” He looks up from his phone and smiles, “Hoseok! And who’s this?” He gestures to you, and you smile, “I’m (Y/n).” He puts his hand out to shake yours, “Minhyuk, it’s a pleasure to meet someone sweet like you.” He winks, and you laugh, “Are you just as bubbly as your costume?” You can hear Hoseok gulp as he makes his getaway. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?” You laugh, “I think we’re going to get along well.” 

“I heard you were a painter?” He grins, “I paint murals.” You nod, “Is that why I haven’t met you before?” He nods, “I’ve been busy painting buildings all over Europe. But I’ve heard a lot about you from the guys.” You smile, “I’ve heard a lot about you too.” “All good things?” You think back, “I wouldn’t say that.” He cackles, “Good.” 

He asks, “So, how did you meet them?” You grin, “I worked at the dinner on the corner near where Hoseok worked, and he brought Jooheon the first time they came in. And I slowly became each of their friends.” He smiles, “They’re a good bunch.” You grin happily thinking about all the times you’ve had with them, “Yeah.” You ask, “How did you meet them?” He smiles, “In art class, funnily enough. We each shared a class other than that one. And we became fast friends, but what sealed it was our shared lunch period. Which just led to major chaos.” You laugh, “Oh, I’ve heard you were the conspirator behind it all.” He grins, “Always.” You smile, and as he goes to ask you another question, you hear someone exclaim, “(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” You whip around from your conversation, “Yeah?!” 

You turn to see Jooheon in a cupid outfit. You hold back your giggle, and he goes, “Pair with me, please?!” “For what?” That’s when you feel someone grab your hand and glance to see Minhyuk holding it, “She’s already taken, Joo.” He pouts, “I have no chance of winning, do I?” And you smirk, “Probably not.” He huffs before he shouts, “Hoseok! Hoseok!” You look back at Minhyuk and ask, “I’m taken?” He winks, “By me.” You can’t help but blush, and he asks, “Are you as good at games as they claim?” Your blush fades as you tell him, “I’d say so.” He smirks, “We'll make the perfect pair then.” That’s when you notice you’re still holding hands. You turn red all over again but don’t say anything or let go as you try to get a grip on reality. You just met the guy, and he’s best friends with your friends. What if he doesn’t actually like you? What if he is being super friendly, and it just sounds like he’s flirting? But then him winking after saying, ‘By me’ wouldn’t add up then.

You shake your head of those thoughts and squeeze his hand, and he leads you to the coffee table, which Kihyun is now standing on. “Alright! This year will be different because we have enough for perfect pairs.” You see everyone standing beside someone. “There will be no rule keeper or host this year. It’s cutthroat. The losing team will have to clean the whole house!” You eye Minhyuk, and his eyes glint with mischief. And you can’t help but grin. You were so winning this. “There will be five games! And the only real rule is if someone catches you and your teammate cheating more than once. You are both cleaning the house, instant elimination.” Your eyes widen, “I’ve never heard that rule before.” Minhyuk shrugs, “They won’t catch us.” You smirk, “I forgot I’m working with a pro.” He smirks, mirroring your expression, “We’ll win.” Kihyun goes over the games, “There will be Holiday Charades.” A few grumbles at that, and he continues, “Valentine’s basket toss,” “Pumpkin Stuffing,” “A true guessing game.” Hoseok and you immediately make an ‘ew’ sound, and you both laugh. “And my favorite, running the package!” You look over at Minhyuk, and he smiles, “That’ll be my favorite this year.” You tilt your head and ask, “What, why?” He smiles, “You’ll see.” You let go of his hand as you both help to arrange the living room better for the first game. 

Hoseok claps his hands and goes, “Alright, charades!” “I’ll hold the poster until my team's turn, and… Candy Cane, you’ll hold it for us.” You look around for candy cane until you remember your costume, “Sounds fine, Clover.” You didn’t expect how good Hyungwon was at guessing what Changkyun was doing as he flew through them. Changkyun struggles a bit with guessing but does his best and finishes their papers. As Hyungwon high-fives Changkyun. He cheers, “Flower power!” You can hear Kihyun mutter, “Earth day kids…” Kihyun gets up, and Hyunwoo does pretty well, getting all but one. Kihyun does his best to guess what Hyunwoo is describing, so it takes him some time, but in the end, he gets them all with seconds to spare. You hold the sign and flip as fast as possible for Hoseok and Jooheon. But they weren’t going fast enough even though they were trying hard. They got all but two down before the timer ran out. 

As you get up and see Hoseok’s sign, and make a tree, Minhyuk shouts, “Christmas tree!” Hoseok flips the page, and you do your best to make a pumpkin with your hands by making two different motions, and he goes, “Apple! No! Pumpkin! Halloween!” Surprising you with how good he was at charades, but you continue and complete it in no time. When he gets up, you nearly blank out. Even with a champagne costume on, he looks pretty. But you focus on the task and do your best to guess the different holidays by the odd shapes he makes. He points at Hoseok, and you laugh as you shout, “St. Patrick’s Day!” He grins, “Yeah, that’s right, baby!” You blush as he calls you that but continue guessing the different shapes he makes. Kihyun scolds, “No talking!” You shrug yet smile up at Minhyuk as he makes the last motion of a candy cane, “Candy Cane! Me! Christmas!” He high-fives you. While you guys weren’t as fast as Earth Day and Guy Fox, you still did your best as fast as you could. They won by five seconds, and you took it in stride. There are four more games left, anyway.

The pizza comes, and you all stop to have some before heading outside to start the next game. You do your best at Valentine’s toss, which is throwing red balls into deep pink bowls. You do your best to throw it into the bowl, but you’re not that good. You quickly find out. “We can’t be good in every game.” He pats your shoulder, and you pout as you shoot it in again. And it makes it in, he gasps, “Hell yeah!” He high-fives you, and you grin, and he makes a perfect shot. As you miss again, you ask, “Can we blame it on the size of the bowls?” He laughs, “Yeah, I can for you.” You grin, do your best, and make four out of ten. And that was good enough for you. Minhyuk only misses two, but you end up in last place, while Hoseok and Jooheon end up in first. You bow your head and feel him ruffle your hair, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll get them in the next games.” You look up at him, “Promise?” And he holds out his pinky, “Promise.” 

You head back into the house, and Changkyun carries the guessing game out, “My mom made these. I didn't look, and she didn’t label them. So, I don't know which is which until I open this envelope. But she did say they are all food.” He lays them out on the kitchen island, and everyone takes a piece of paper. “Who’s brave enough to do it first?” You shrug, it's just food, “Nothing living, right?” He shrugs, “I hope not.” You sigh, part with your nerves, and act bravely, writing them down as you think of them. With seven foods to try, the only one that stumped you was the pasta and what shape it was. You nearly screamed as you reached your hand into the last one. You quickly took it out, “Oh gross.” You gulp as you put it back in to ensure you were right. 

And write, “soft-boiled eggs”, you return to Minhyuk, and Hyungwon asks, “One teammate, or can we both go and discuss?” You all agree to the latter, and Hyungwon easily tackles it even if he yells at everything he touches. You show him your answers, and he nods, and you point to the third, “I’m not positive about this one.” “Okay, I’ll figure it out.” After Hyunwoo goes, you spot Minhyuk looking squeamish about it and put your hand on his shoulder, “I promise it’ll be okay. It’s just food.” He nods and braves it, making faces the whole time, and you can’t help but giggle.

Jooheon goes, “Alright, everyone, put your names on the paper, and then Kyun can read the answers.” Changkyun goes, “Broccoli, Cucumber, Linguine, Asparagus, Soft-boiled eggs, Watermelon, and Strawberries.” He opens each bowl, “And the order should be…” He looks at everyone’s cards after writing the correct order down, “Hyunwoo and Kihyun won!” You pout, and Minhyuk goes, “We only missed it by one.” You nod, having guessed fettuccine instead of linguine. Hyungwon sighs, “I truly thought that was spaghetti.” Changkyun shrugs, “I didn’t even know my mom bought linguine.” And Hoseok goes, “That’s what those stalks are called?!” “We were at a loss for it.” 

Back in the living room, there are four pumpkin buckets. Jooheon announces, “Pumpkin game!” Kihyun goes, “Oh, and a little reminder! No food unless it’s packaged.” Minhyuk smirks, “I knew we’d be playing this game.” As everyone is running around finding things, he calmly leads you to an end table drawer. He tells you, “Paper clips and mini buttons.” Your smirk grows wide, “They said nothing about ‘em.” He nods, “Precisely.” You look over at the bucket and go, “We’re going to need something to dampen the sound.” You rush to the kitchen, grabbing two paper towels, before meeting him at the table. You put the towels in, and he starts dumping them in, which sounds like nothing compared to the chaos ensuing around the two of you. You hear Changkyun shout, “I swear I saw pipe cleaners here last year!” And another shouted, “I already grabbed them!” He stays by the bucket, guarding it, “On the bottom shelf under the sink, he has sos pads.” You nod, squeezing between Hoseok and Hyunwoo to get to the sink. You slide and grab the unopened box. 

You rush back and squeeze them around the sides. “They hurt a little.” He agrees as he puts the last one in, and you say, “I bought him a few packs of the jack games as a joke last year. And I know he didn’t use it cause I spotted them,” you whisper, “Middle cabinet, top shelf, hard to miss, very colorful.” He nods, and you giggle as you watch him put his hands up to avoid getting hit by pens thrown to Jooheon. You scrunch your nose, upset that you didn’t think of pens. But you let it slide when he pulls out not only the jacks and bouncy balls but also two boxes of packets of tea that Kihyun clearly didn’t like to drink. He comes over, and you open the boxes while he stuffs the bouncy balls and jacks into the bucket. He gasps, “I got another idea.” He runs off before he can say anything. You quickly dump the tea bags inside and finish fitting the other things in. 

“One minute left!” That’s when Minhyuk returns with a packet of cards, and you smirk as you both rush to line the cards along the side. You place the fifty-second card on top of the bucket as Hyungwon counts down, “Five… Four, Three, Two, One!” You both look at your competitions, seeing that they all have a menagerie of stuff coming out. “Alright! Everyone dump your buckets and count!” Hoseok proudly exclaims first, “Two hundred and fifty!” And you both keep calming counting: fifty sos pads, fifty-two cards, forty jacks, twenty tea bags, and four bouncy balls. Hyungwon exclaims happily, “Three hundred and fifteen!” Changkyun and him high-five. That’s not where the numbers were going to come from anyway.

It took forever to count all the buttons and paper clips, even organizing them into groups of ten. There were so many. You’re nearly out of buttons when Kihyun goes, “Five hundred and fourteen.” You gasp as you count the last few, and the rest watch as you do. Minhyuk whispers, “six, seven, eight.” You grin as he smirks at you, three hundred buttons and a hundred and fifty paper clips later. And two paper towels, you total to “Six hundred and eighteen!” Minhyuk shouts happily. And Kihyun gasps, “You planted those two items in my house!” Minhyuk shakes his head, “No, it was in your house before the party.” Kihyun gasps, “No! I would have remembered buying that.” Minhyuk goes, “I gave them to you when you were in college, but like the jacks and bouncy balls, you hid ‘em away.” You cross your arms over your chest and nod, even though you know he is lying through his teeth. As he told you, he put them there the last time he visited Kihyun. 

You see the gears turning in Kihyun’s head, but he lets it go, letting you guys have one round of winning. Minhyuk already had a plan before you got outside, “Do you trust me?” You nod, and he goes, “I’m going to sling you over my shoulder just before the race. Are you okay with that?” You look him in the eyes, asking, “Is it the easiest?” He holds your eye contact and says, “I run fast, but the safest decision, considering our costumes, is to do it this way. You’re going to have to hold on tight, okay?” You smile, “Okay. I trust you.” He nods, “Now all you’ll have to do is to reach over and grab a present from the bucket out there, okay?” You look back, “We’re running to that?” He nods, “I’ll have both my hands free then, huh?” He agrees, and you smirk, “Oh, we have this in the bag.” 

Hyungwon comes over, “Okay, I chose a short one-minute song. When it finishes, it’s go-time.” You all nod, and Minhyuk and you start internally counting. You watch Kihyun hop onto Hyunwoo’s back first. Jooheon wraps his arms around Hoseok’s neck, and Hoseok catches him in his arms. At forty-five, Changkyun grabs Hyungwon around the middle, and Hyungwon wraps himself around him as you whisper out fifty. Minhyuk goes, “Ready?” You nod, and right after you’re situated, holding onto the bottle's label with Minhyuk’s arm wrapped around your legs. 

The song ends, and he starts sprinting. You gasp, not expecting his speed. He wasn’t kidding, and you all reached the bucket simultaneously. You let go of the label, having faith in Minhyuk, and grab a present. You put it against his back and feel him hold you tighter as he runs to the tape line. Looking back, you catch Hyungwon swatting at Kihyun to grab the present first. However, you see the steam engine speed once Jooheon has the present in between his chest and Hoseok’s leaf costume. You gasp, “Don’t look back, but we got company.” You nearly scream as you feel him throw you up a bit to readjust your position to run faster. He rasps, “Almost there!” When you hear Jooheon exclaim, “Throw me!” You gasp, “Please don’t throw me!” Minhyuk whispers, out of breath, “I wouldn’t dream of it.” And just as Jooheon is thrown to the tape. You cross the finish line just a hair faster than him. 

As Hoseok collapses onto the ground near Jooheon, Minhyuk sets you down, “You, okay?” You nod, “I’m good.” He grins, “We won.” You mirror him, “We did!” You throw your present down, and as you happily jump up and down together, Hyunwoo’s and Changkyun’s team cross the line. Hyungwon groans and points his finger at Kihyun, “You fucker, we were going to win!” Kihyun gasps as he hops down from Hyunwoo, pointing at him, “Me!? What about you!” You whisper, “You know when you point fingers, three points back at you.” He snickers, “Sore losers.” 

They continue, and Hoseok and Jooheon get up and wipe their jeans off before coming over, and they say in unison, “Good game?” You both nod, “Good game.” As the two losing teams duke it out over a game of cards, the four of you move into the hallway. “So, who’s going to tell them that the vampire and the ornament are the real losers?” They all shake their heads, and you look back at them, “Nah, let’s not ruin their fun.” You four tell them to have fun and not to kill each other. “Only if Hyungwon doesn’t tempt me any further.” You raise your eyebrows and gulp, “Yikes. Have fun with that! Don’t end up on the news!” Jooheon goes, “Want to ride with me, Hoseok?” Hoseok agrees quickly, and Minhyuk asks, “Do you have enough time to go out with me tonight?” You look at the clock to see it’s well past 2 am. “Where to?” He smiles, “To the park?” You nod, “I’d love to.” 

He walks you there, “So what’s your favorite color?” You shake your head, “(F/c), you?” He smiles, “Red.” You ask, “What do you think of pets?” “I’m more of a dog person, but cats are nice too.” You smile, “Good.” He goes, “What’s your favorite genre?” You smile and tell him, and he says, “I like a lot, but ballads are my favorite to sing to.” “You sing?” He nods, “It’s not as strong as my painting, but I love doing it.” And he goes, “What about you?” You shrug, “Sometimes.” 

You sit on the bench and ask, “Why did you like that game the best this year?” He smiles, “I got to hold you.” You blush and look down, “It was fun. I enjoyed you carrying me and winning.” You hum, thinking of the perfect question to ask him. When he says, “What if I told you I wanted to kiss you?” You look at him and signal to your candy cane costume, “In this?” He gestures to his champagne costume, “It wouldn’t be perfect, but it’d be our own.” You whisper as you lean closer, “You like to be unique, huh?” He grins, “Always.” And you whisper, “Kiss me.” And he does. 

He walks you to your apartment, and you tell him, “What do you say to Mary’s at seven tomorrow night?” He grins, “I’ll be there.” He leaves you with one last kiss, and you couldn’t have had a better night dressed as a candy cane.

--- Bonus ---

Hoseok calls you up, “A little birdie told me you were dating?” You blink, “Did Min say something?” He gasps, “You’re calling him Min, now? Oh, yeah, you’re in deep. I didn’t think when you met him, you’d fall for him.” You laugh, “What did you think I’d do?” He says, “Honestly, I don’t know. But that was different. But I like it.” “Thanks.” He asks, “When’s your next date with him?” “Tonight.” “Two dates in a row? Oh, he really likes you.” You smile, “I hope so, 'cause I really like him.”

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“I have decided that today is not a good day for liking people—maybe I’ll try again tomorrow.” You announced as you walked through the front door, slamming it shut behind you. You pulled off your coat and boats after unceremoniously dumping your bag on the floor.

Minhyuk looked up from his phone, forgetting his spoonful of cereal that was oh so close to his mouth. “But it’s only nine in the morning. I thought you had appointments and clients to meet with today?”

You groaned and trudged over to him. “They canceled because of the rain and cold. Of course, one of them waited until I’d made it downtown to even tell me.” You tugged on his shirtsleeve with the best pout you could muster. “You know why I’m here. Please, Min. I need it right now.”

“But my cereal will get soggy!” To his credit, there was more than half a bowl left.

“You’re just doom-scrolling! Besides, you can just make another bowl.” You stuck out your lip a bit more. “Please? I feel like shit. And you promised you would if I ever asked.”

He dropped his spoon with a growl and pushed away from the counter. “You’re so lucky I love you. You and your stupid pout and your stupid cute puppy eyes.” The second he got to his feet, you were pushing over to his couch. “One day that won’t work on me. Then what will you do? Huh? Will you run to Jooheon or Hoseok and flutter your cute little eyelashes at them?”

“Nope.” You chirped with a smile as he flopped down on the couch with an arm out as he rolled his eyes. “Because you swore on your life that you’d never get tired of me!” You curled up in the spot he made for you and he pulled you close. You put your legs over his and snuggled him, immediately relaxing as his cologne and body wash overtook your senses. Without thinking, you clutched his shirt and sighed happily. “I’m really glad I have you, Min. Dunno what I’d do without you.”

For a second, he was silent before he gave you a squeeze and whispered, “I’ll do my best to make sure you never have to find out.”

@iibonniee​

[kpopjust4u]

Can’t be without you.

Post Date: 27th August 2022 Content: Fluff - BtoB Minhyuk x Reader WC: 0.9K TW?: Jealousy/ Slight Possessiveness/ Cute Stufff Request?: Yes Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Prompts: 1 - “I need you here” 163 - “I’m protective over what’s mine”

Minhyuk tried his absolute best not to get jealous over the fact that you were extremely close with Hyunsik, but of course, how could you be? You were best friends for years before you even met Minhyuk at a party and he should know that there would never be anything going on between the both of you, but he couldn’t help it. 

He’s stuck with the demons in his mind whilst he’s alone in the dance studio, to the point where they took over his every movement, failing to continue with the dance with each time he tried to re-do it. 

Knowing he wasn’t going to get through the day without seeing you, he couldn’t help but leave a single text on your phone in hopes you’d see it. “I need you here”, that’s all he put but his heart sinks when he hears something outside. 

Hearing laughter outside the studio, he’s briefly distracted by the awful things that race through his mind, The laugh was all so familiar, peeping his head through the door to see you and Hyunsik having a conversation, coffees in hand, an extra one in your other. 

“Oh hey man! I just walked Y/N to come see you, I’ll catch you both in a bit!” Hyunsik cheers, smiling at your boyfriend with a grin, before flashing you a smile and briefly kissing your cheek before wandering around the corner and out of sight. 

Noticing his face dropping at the sight, you race to the door as it almost shuts in your face, trying to squeeze through the gap. Once you’re through, you notice your boyfriend pressed up against the wall, legs up against his chest and head in his arms as they relaxed on his knees. 

“I brought you coffee,” you sing, taking a seat next to him as he briefly looks up, showing the smallest smile, mouthing a thank you as he takes the coffee out of your hand.

It was really getting to him today, he knew he could trust you. But he really didn’t like the way that your so-called best friend kissed your cheek. He wanted to be the only one to be able to kiss you, even if it was just a platonic friendly gesture. He hated it.

“What’s wrong babe?” you ask, noticing he’s not his cheery self like he typically is when you surprise him at work. 

Minhyuk couldn’t help but overthink the situation between you and Hyunsik, knowing he shouldn’t jump to conclusions and there was no way you could’ve seen the text by the time he sent it when you were outside. But it made his heart sink, trying to fight against the unnecessary thoughts in his mind. 

“Baby-” you try to speak but he couldn’t let you, he needed to get it off his mind when he interrupts you with a not-so-soft tone.

“Are you seeing Hyunsik behind my back? Has he tried to make moves on you? If so I would kill him”.

In disbelief at what you were hearing, you kneel right in front of him, taking the coffee out of his hands and replacing it with your own. 

Softly you say, “Of course not to both baby, I promise that. What made you think that?”.

He sighs in defeat, his thoughts have finally ruined a good thing for him, “I just... I guess I’m just jealous of you both and the friendship you have and how he treats you. I could do better, I promise”.

“Awh baby, you don’t need to do better. You treat me so well and I love you so much,” you let a tear fall from your eyes, breaking your heart to hear him talk like his, not realising how it eats away at him when you hang around with Hyunsik. 

“I guess... I guess I’m protective over what’s mine you know? Don’t want him to take you away from me,” his voice cracks, holding back tears of his own as the grip on your hand tightens a little.

“He’ll never take me away from you, understand? He’s never going to be you, and I want you,” you reply, wrapping your arms around him as you fall gently into his lap.

You stay like that for a little while, his arms around your waist, holding you close to him as he tries his best to let all of the bad feelings go. He believed you, he just wished he wasn’t so jealous and didn’t want to seem controlling. 

Kissing his cheek with little butterfly kisses, you cup them, kissing the tip of his nose before smiling at him, receiving a small one back before pulling him by the hand to get him up to his feet.

Rushing over to the computer, you put a random playlist on, taking him by the hand again to dance with him. Of course, you weren’t seriously trying to dance, but it was so worth making a fool of yourself whilst you tried to do so when he starts laughing. You could never want to hear another laugh if it wasn’t his. 

Cheering up a lot more, he picks you up and turns around with you in his arms, holding you up as you share a passionate kiss, licking your lips afterwards. Wondering where he got the energy from but you honestly couldn’t complain. 

All the worries went away, just the both of you enjoying your time together. 

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[un-love]

07:11

thought of: wonwoo, minhyuk, seungkwan

ﾟ⊹ ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

why are you looking at me like that?

like what?

like you haven't seen me before

i'm trying to.

to? see me?

yes. he traces a finger along your hairline, all the way down your jaw. all i want to do is see you. all i want is to love you. don't laugh. sometimes you get this distant look in your eyes when you're not working, not throwing yourself into paperwork or trying to make sure i eat three meals a day, you know? i'm not sure if you realize that you're doing it. you shift under the covers to look at him better. the first time i caught it, i thought it was something i did. i didn't want to say anything wrong so i kept quiet, and the next minute you started talking about seeing the colour white whenever you thought of me, so i let it go. you always came back, though, so i never asked. just now, you had that again. the urge to reach out and caress your face in that moment is...hard to resist. i try to spend those moments being as inconspicuous as i can, though i can't help but wonder what goes on in that silly little head of yours. and the light reflecting off your face distracts me sometimes. i think you have the most beautiful eyelashes i've seen on a person. i'm sorry, i started rambling.

don't apologise. are you worried that i think about you? or that i don't?

mm, i do. but you would tell me, right? when the time's right.

i would. it's 7:15 am. the sky is pink, the blinds half open. it's chilly, but you've never felt so warm before. what is your favourite thing to do on a day off?

oh? sleeping in. and catching up on our favourite shows with you sprawled across my lap. why?

i love doing laundry with you. to be honest, this is the thought that's caught me off guard lately, and might've been the reason for my wistful look.

i wouldn't call it wistful.

shut up, who enjoys doing laundry?

i do! it can be cathartic, especially if you hum along. you should try it sometime

you think you're cute. just let me say this. i realized last week that i like doing laundry with you. and buying detergent with you. and making breakfast for you. so not on brand for me.

are you sure that's not because i have never ruined your whites?

i can't deny that's not a factor. anyway, that's when i realized i love you. that seems to have caught him off guard. good. i have been in love with you for about seven months now, but this is different. i'm sure of this, i love you.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Best Boyfriend Status

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk (MX) x female reader

Genre: fluff / established relationship

Warnings: this is all about painful periods and the symptoms around it.

A/N: I wrote this for my fellow endo/PCOS warriors out there, and anyone who can relate to the sheer hell that it is when you’re on your period.

Word count: 2196

It had only been twenty-four hours.

A day since he had last seen you. And when Minhyuk had been in your company then, you had been laughing, bouncing around happily, and eager to do anything with him.

Today, however, you were still in bed.

And when he greeted you cheerily, you answered with a whine.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern sprouting instantly. Brushing your bed hair aside, he discovered your face scrunched up with discomfort.

Had the food you ate on your date made you unwell? He was perfectly fine, so surely it couldn’t be food poisoning. There was a sheen to your skin as well, and when he placed a hand over your forehead, you felt clammy.

“Are you sick?” he questioned, and you met him with another unintelligible groan. “Y/N, what do you need? I’ve nursed back my friends hundreds of times. Have you eaten? I could make you some soup and—”

“It’s not that,” you mumbled, and Minhyuk edged closer, leaning in so he could hear you better. “It’s just… it’s that time.”

“That time?” he echoed, brows knitting together. “Time for—ohhhh. That time.”

He smiled uneasily. He hadn’t quite looked after anyone during their period before. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. After all, it was a normal bodily experience for the opposite gender. And whilst he didn’t know exactly how it felt, he had a younger sister. He’d seen the changes in her during her cycle each month too.

Feeling reassured that he was still up for the job, Minhyuk brushed away the hair that had fallen back into your face again and cupped it gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel better in no time!”

“Min—”

“Chocolate. Do you want chocolate?” he suggested, knowing his sister has a stash for times such as now, and you peeked out of one eye at him.

“It’s not even ten in the morning. I haven’t eaten breakfast.”

“Of course! I’ll make you something. You love pancakes. I’ll make some.”

Before you could answer, he was up and moving into your kitchen, marvelling that he’d been dating you for four months now, and this was his first time seeing you like this. He stored that slice of information aside for later and set about making you both some breakfast. Admittedly, he wasn’t the most proficient in the kitchen, and although they weren’t perfectly round and fluffy pancakes like the ones his friend Kihyun made, they looked edible when he was done.

By then, you had managed to shift from the bed to the couch in your living room, albeit still curled up in a foetal position. Settling everything down on the small dining table in your flat, he then assisted you to a chair. You smiled weakly. “Thanks, Min.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he announced, hiding his nerves with a big smile. “I don’t know how good these will be.”

Watching as you ate a mouthful, your surprise was evident. You looked up at him. “You flavoured them with vanilla!”

“You once told me you loved vanilla,” he mentioned softly, watching as a smile graced your face. Your body was still tense, yet you reached for more food, and he silently gave himself a pat on the back.

By the end of the day, he’d be a pro at knowing how to be the best boyfriend during this time of the month for you.

However, Minhyuk’s elation soon wore off when you collapsed back into bed with a heating pad. Hovering, he watched as your breathing changed, your hand clutching the blankets in a fist.

“What is it?”

“I’ll be fine,” you panted, rolling your head haphazardly so you could stare up at him. “Go home. Today isn’t going to be a good day for us to spend together.”

“I can’t just leave you. I’m not sure if you care how you appear right now but you look dreadful. What type of boyfriend would I be if I just left you to endure this alone?”

A deep sigh left you, and your eyes watered with brewing tears. “I must have done something amazing in a past life to have met you in this one. But honestly, it’s better if I just ride this hell out by myself.”

“Will you be okay?” he worried, not sure about your statement at all. Minhyuk couldn’t remember seeing his sister this awful on her period at all. Once she’d taken some medication, she was able to continue her day with relative ease. If anything, she always milked the ailment to get out of things she didn’t want to do.

But you looked entirely miserable.

“I won’t die, no matter how much I curse for a swift ending,” you responded darkly, barking out a laugh before a bitter whine had you curling back up on yourself.

“That’s it. I can’t leave you,” he decided, rolling up his sleeves determinedly. “You need me.”

“I need drugs,” you added, easing yourself slowly to the edge of your bed, as if the wrong move would cause you grave pain. It confused him to see you this debilitated by cramps. Was it really this bad for women?

Standing up, you swayed dangerously, and Minhyuk lurched to steady you before you fell. You vaguely acknowledged his wide stare with a shallow nod. “Ah. I get super light-headed on my period. I faint too.”

“What?”

“But drugs will help. I keep them in the bathroom,” you said conversationally, as if the fact that fainting on your period was normal. Minhyuk helped you to your destination as he attempted to shelve the information you were feeding him into his logic bank. But nothing was adding up.

Watching as you reached past the normal paracetamol and ibuprofen in your medicine stack, he stopped your hand when you pulled out a medicine type that he’d once had when he pulled a muscle in his back. Alarmed, he shook his head. “Y/N, that’s a heavy drug.”

“I know. Maybe it’ll work today. I pray it will.”

“It’s going to knock you on your ass,” he commented, and you patted his hand softly with your other one, smiling wryly.

“Not likely. I’d gladly accept if it did that,” you told him before turning and slowly trudging back to bed. “But if it makes this just slightly more tolerable, I’ll take it.”

He watched you like a hawk when you took the medication with some water before slipping back down under the blankets. He presumed that in twenty minutes, you were going to be completely zonked out.

Instead, you seemed to be in a worse condition than before.

“Dammit,” you cursed, shifting around to find someplace more comfortable in the bedding.

Minhyuk’s hand glided over your forehead and came back wet from your perspiration. “Why are you sweating so much? Should you take away the heat pad?”

“Remove it and I’ll start swearing like a sailor,” you said through gritted teeth. “I just need this wave to pass.”

Holding your hand, he helplessly watched as you struggled for another twenty-five minutes. And then the knot of tension seemed to release from your body, and you slipped into a slumber.

Once he was certain you were asleep, Minhyuk pulled his phone out of his pocket and started to look up the symptoms you had. He was convinced after five minutes of Googling that he ought to get you to a doctor. What if it was something really crazy that needed medical attention?

He flinched when the phone started to ring in his hand and worried he’d disturb you after you’d just found some peace, he quickly answered it whilst slipping out into the living room of your flat. He let out a shaky exhale, relief flooding him when he saw who had rung him. “Mum! Thank God.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m with Y/N, and I think I need to take her to the hospital.”

“Why? Is she okay?” his mother enquired, and after Minhyuk rapidly fired off the signs he was concerned about, he was surprised when she chuckled. “My sweet boy. You really care about her, don’t you?”

“Of course. And I don’t like any of this.”

“You know what you described sounds a lot like your Aunt. Remember when she had to have surgery three years ago?”

“I think so. Why?”

“I had to look after her, and she told me then she had a condition that made things difficult for her to manage. Whilst I think you’re good to have concerns about this, maybe wait until Y/N wakes up and ask her about it. If there’s no known condition, then take her to see someone if it continues, okay?”

After thanking his mother for the sage advice, he went back to Google but looked up conditions that affected menstrual cycles. He was so invested in his research that he didn’t even realise you were up until you wrapped your arms around him over the back of the couch and nuzzled into his neck.

“You’re still here.”

“How are you feeling?”

“A little more alive. Wait. Are you reading about endometriosis?” you enquired, and Minhyuk nodded softly. “Oh, did I tell you I have it? I don’t think I have yet.”

He deflated like a bubble, only to spin and look at you, his eyes full of compassion. He’d been reading for quite some time about the condition, and the idea that anyone had to suffer that badly made his heart hurt. Knowing your painful moments this morning was caused by it, he just wanted to scoop you up and hold you until your body decided to stop causing you so much grief.

Sitting down beside him on the couch, you placed your head on his shoulder. “I have another condition too, called PCOS – well, that’s its abbreviation. I uh, don’t know how much information you want to hear, but it makes things challenging for me when I menstruate. Sometimes I can go months without, and then it’s a whole lot worse too. I’m sorry if today’s been horrible for you. I barely function on days like these until I’ve overcome the wave of pain. It’ll be back again, no doubt soon. It’s not going to be fun for the next few days here.”

“I…” Trailing off, he didn’t know what to say, and you smiled weakly. Someone as beautiful as you was also so incredibly strong. He had no idea how you faced half of what he’d read about. “I wish I could take it away.”

“Me too. Sometimes, there’s no reprieve. That’s why I don’t work a normal job too. Now and then, I can’t even focus enough to do simple things like eating and drinking, so it’s better that I do freelance work. But I’ve got a really good specialist that I see. Don’t worry too much, Minhyuk. I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

“No. I mean, it was scary,” he admitted, lowering his gaze to his lap. “And I feel helpless.”

“You’ve done more than I ever hoped for,” you told him, nestling into his side, and exhaling contentedly. “Most boyfriends have just left me to deal with it in the past. But you stayed. You made those pancakes. And you caught me before I fell earlier. You’re my hero.”

“Really?”

“Of course! I knew when I met you that you were going to be someone special. Today you’ve gone up the ranks to the best boyfriend ever.”

“That’s a big title.”

“Huge,” you agreed with a grin and then lightly winced.

He washed his eyes over you cautiously. “Another wave on its way?”

“Maybe if I don’t breathe, it’ll just hold off,” you wondered aloud, and he chuckled.

“You need to breathe through the pain.”

“That’s right.”

“And when it hits, I’ll rub your back and help you get into a comfortable position. How about that?”

“Can you make those pancakes again for dinner? I’m not hungry right now, but they were delicious.”

“If that’s what you want to eat,” he told you, and you nodded, slipping your arm around his waist and resting quietly on him for a moment.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Lee Minhyuk.”

“Why?” he asked, trying to ease the sudden racing of his heart with a lighter tone to his voice. “Because I didn’t leave you in your time of need?”  

“That, but also because you’re you. Today just showed me why I never want to let you go.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I don’t want to let you go either.”

You sighed again. “Do you really want to spend all day with me whilst I’m like this?”

“Of course,” he answered, turning to kiss your temple lightly. “If I can’t be here to wade through the tough times, I have no right being able to celebrate all the good moments with you.”

“I think I want to marry you someday,” you murmured before slipping into another snooze, Minhyuk’s smile curling up his mouth as he watched you for several minutes before he nodded.

He whispered into your hair, “I think I’d like that to be our future too.”

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Minhyuk - “It’s midnight, we’re not getting doughnuts.”

Pairing: Minhyuk/Reader

Genre: fluff, boyfriend!Minhyuk

Word count: 713

Prompt: “It’s midnight, we’re not getting doughnuts.”

The most amazing thing about Minhyuk must be how contradicting he was. He said he hated even touching cucumbers, let alone eat them, but he always washed, cut and put them in your salad when you were preparing meals together. Or he said he didn’t need a driver’s license because he had the group’s manager to drive him around, then one day he came home being sulky about failing the test for it. What was more surprising that he tried again and he passed.

And you praised, comforted or thanked him according to the situation, knowing that most of it was driven by you. He never told you beforehand when he was planning to do something he didn’t want to earlier, just did it silence and secret, and happily accepted your love as a gift for it.

His members loved to tease him about how his words always went against his actions when it came to you, but he just smiled and shrugged, saying what else could he do, when he was in love. Joking about how it was his job to take care of you, and you usually just smiled and stayed quiet, knowing very well that he was serious. He believed that he had to protect and take care of you. Jooheon and Changkyun laughed at that, but the older ones returned your smile. They knew that it was real and mutual.

You were the one holding his hand for hours while he got his tattoo, and creamed it for him without missing a day until it fully healed. And the one who painted a huge whale on the bedroom’s wall, because he simply loved them and felt better whenever he saw it. You took care of him just as much as he did it for you.

But you had to admit, him getting a drive’s license had its perks, especially on days like this one.

Dealing with insomnia was never easy for you. It was never consistent, only came when you were already having hard time because of work or family issues, making you unable to sleep no matter how tired you felt. It turned you into a zombie during daytime, and a lifeless owl at night.

Driving around the city helped, it made you sleepy, eventually falling asleep on the passenger’s seat of the car. Unfortunately, you couldn’t do it all the time. It didn’t work if you were the one driving for obvious reasons, so you felt thankful when he got his license. It meant he could do it for you from time to time.

Actually, you didn’t even have to ask him for it.

Today, fighting with insomnia once again, he just got dressed and told you to put on a sweater and shoes, then without saying anything else, he lead you to your car and drove you around the city. Even then, it was hard for you to fell asleep, you just tossed and turned on the passenger’s seat, sighing a little too dramatically.

Noticing a convenience store that was still open, you sat up, placing a hand on his knee.

“Can we go in and get some doughnuts?”

He frowned a little. Seeing the bags under his eyes, you felt bad and guilty for doing this to him. You already wanted to take back what you just said, and ask him to go home instead.

“It’s midnight, we’re not getting doughnuts,” he grumbled, but his tone was light, along with the quick glance he gave you. “Just lie back, and try to sleep. I have schedule tomorrow.”

“Fine. But can we have doughnuts for breakfast? I’ll get them before you get up.”

He hummed. The sharp edges of his face was softened by the dyed blonde locks of hair that fell onto his forehead, hiding his ears. As he blinked slowly, unevenly, you knew it was time for you to go home. Even if you weren’t sleepy at all.

“Yeah, that sounds good. And rice cake too.”

“And rice cake too.” Passing by Han River, you put your hand back on his thigh, squeezing it a little. He grabbed your hand and pressed a quick kiss on your fingers, his eyes locked on the road in front of you. Then you muttered: “Thank you, Minnie.”

[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND MONSTA X A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Minhyuk

A ⇴ ATTENTION

The sound of your laughter was something that captured Minhyuk’s attention without you even realising it. As soon as he heard you laugh, Minhyuk would be looking for you, wanting to be in on what was funny.

B ⇴ BICKER

You had quite the reputation between the two of you because of how badly you often bickered with one another. At times the other members had to step in to shut the two of you up because your bickering had gone completely off topic but the both of you were far too stubborn to be the one to give up first.

C ⇴ COMFORT

Nothing upset Minhyuk more than when he knew that you were having a difficult time, whether it was in person or over the phone he would stay with you for as long as you needed him to. If you wanted to vent, then he would listen, or if you wanted to chat about something, he’d talk your ear off with nonsense.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Whilst from time to time the two of you could disagree with each other, Minhyuk never let your disagreements last for too long. When he could tell that things were starting to get a little bit heated between the two of you then he would say something funny to ease the tension and remind you that it was pointless for the two of you to argue, especially as quite often you would start about pretty petty things.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

You found yourself warming to Minhyuk almost as soon as you met him because of how bright and endearing his personality was. He made you feel comfortable around him, just like you did with him, even though you had no idea that you were doing it. He loved spending time with you and found himself surprisingly missing you when he wasn’t able to spend time with you even at the start of your friendship.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Minhyuk’s family didn’t take long to fall in love with you at all, all they ever wanted was to see a smile on Minhyuk’s face, and they definitely saw that with him whenever he spent time with you. Because they saw how caring Minhyuk was around you, they did exactly the same and always made you feel as if you were welcome in their family home, and more importantly could rely on them if you ever needed help.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

You were just like any other pair of friends when the two of you hung out together, either catching a film or going to a concert and then getting some food at the end. Minhyuk loved doing all of that with you because it felt human, with no one there to tell him what to do and what not to do, just you there smiling with him.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of finishing each other’s sentences, knowing exactly how they other was thinking or how they felt. You hated it and loved it at the same time, never failing to be surprised by how well Minhyuk knew you, just how he was often taken aback when you managed to guess his thoughts perfectly.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

With someone as funny as Minhyuk for a best friend, inside jokes were very much inevitable between the two of you. No one tickled you as much as Minhyuk did, which led to many embarrassing moments, moments that you both agreed that you would never tell anyone else about too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He knew that he was your best friend and knew that no one else would ever be able to replace him as your number one either and so for Minhyuk, to get jealous was a pretty rare occasion. He tried his best to get along with your other friends and show you that he could be pleasant to the other people that were important to you, even if some of them had their moments when Minhyuk would be doubtful of them.

K ⇴ KICKS

Minhyuk got a kick out of making you laugh, that was the thing that he strived to do the most. He loved being the reason for your smile, especially when he knew that you had been going through a tough time, Minhyuk enjoyed being the one that you relied on to be able to cheer up and feel like yourself again.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved spending time with you as the two of you never failed to enjoy yourselves whenever you were together. Minhyuk especially loved the times when he would be able to reunite with you after having to spend a bit of time away because of work commitments. It felt like he had never been away when he got to spend time with you again, it always felt too like he was back home when he was with you.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were working at the company having been placed in charge of some of the trainees that had just started. Minhyuk was one of them, and soon managed to charm you with his funny personality and cheeky remarks which had you looking after him even after he debuted.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

You were the one that Minhyuk let go around, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was about you that made him feel so secure and safe, but when he was with you he just knew that nothing could go wrong.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Minhyuk was obsessed with your company, he loved being with you, even if the two of you were just doing nothing, knowing that you were there if he wanted to say something was all that he needed to relax.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Nothing meant more to Minhyuk than when you invited him out unexpectedly because you wanted to see him. Knowing that you had thought of him and wanted to spend time with him always touched him, even as your best friend, the feeling of being wanted never failed to put a smile on Minhyuk’s face.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

You were usually the person that he turned to for a little push in the right direction, if he was ever uncertain about something then he would turn to you and ask you what you would do if you were in his shoes.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Whenever he went away, Minhyuk would always make sure to bring you something back from tour and as many of the places that he travelled to as possible. He loved to buy you the most ridiculous souvenirs so that you wouldn’t know how to react when you got them, with him encouraging you to put them up at home too.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Everyone knew how much better Minhyuk performed whenever he had you there to support him, quite a lot of the time the members actively encouraged Minhyuk to invite you along to things that they were doing because they knew that it would help him out, which ended up helping the whole group out too.

T ⇴ TRIPS

When he knew you had some time off, Minhyuk would try his best to arrange his time off for the same time too so that the two of you could hang out properly and go somewhere without work getting in the way.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

He felt incredibly lucky to be able to call you his best friend, Minhyuk knew that no one else would ever be able to compare to you.

V ⇴ VISITS

As calm as he tried to act whenever you showed up at the studio to see what he was doing, deep down it always made Minhyuk incredibly happy to have you drop in and take an interest in the group’s work.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He loved to make you smile with his advice, trying his best to always put some sort of funny spin on what he had to say to you.

X ⇴ XXXX

The two of you pretty affectionate as best friends, you were never afraid to be physical with one another and often enjoyed embarrassing others around you with how childish you could be with each other.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his stability, you always reminded Minhyuk to stay grounded and remember home.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

When things felt like they were getting too much to him, he’d often shyly ask if he could stay at your place for the night just to escape for a little while and concentrate on something other than music for a while.

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[starlitmark]

Pairing: Minhyuk x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Rating: G

Warnings: bedsharing

Word Count: 827

Note: Yes I wrote it @ericssmile​ not a single word. To my whole audience, this doesn’t mean I’m bringing Monsta X into the groups I write for…that is up in the air, I might. But as of now this is a random fic and will be placed under a miscellaneous section in the masterlist.

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“Baby are you awake?” you hear your boyfriend gently call.

“Yeah, I am now.” you playfully whine.

“Sorry, you were tossing and turning so I thought you were already up.”

The both of you were still adjusting to living together. You and Minhyuk had gotten an apartment together not too long ago. Although you absolutely adore your boyfriend you hadn’t realized certain habits of his until you moved in together. One is that he wakes up at ungodly hours randomly and starts shuffling around the apartment trying to get rid of the random bursts of energy. It wakes you up sometimes, mostly because you feel the bed shift or that you no longer feel his body warmth against you. Even with his odd middle-of-the-night habits you still can’t stay upset at him, he made you happier than anyone else has. For your entire life you grew up hearing how you would one day find your “prince charming” in reality though, you didn’t. The fairy tales you were fed were nothing but that, tales, Minhyuk was nothing short of a perfect life companion. He supports you and loves you through all your stages and phases of life. That’s not a prince charming, or a dream. That’s what a real person, a genuine person does.

“I was going to go get the coffee started, do you want to go back to sleep?” he offers.

“It’s okay Minnie, I need to wake up sooner or later.” He doesn’t respond for a few moments, he just looks at you with a sweet smile on his face. “What are you looking at?” you laugh.

“You. You look really pretty right now.”

“I just woke up, my hair’s a mess, I probably have bad morning breath-”

“And you’re beautiful like this.” he interrupts you, “You’re always beautiful.”

You stammer for a few moments before responding, “You’re so cheesy.” you comment with a half-hearted smack to his chest.

“So, you ready to get some coffee?” he teases.

You nod and giggle when he bounces off the bed (grabbing his glasses in the process) suddenly filled with even more energy, though you didn’t know it was possible. You stretch and shuffle your way after him, grabbing a hoodie from a chair on your way out of the room. You’ve always loved his habits of being goofy and energetic first thing in the morning. You aren’t the type to be super active first thing when you wake up but it’s nice that your boyfriend is. You hear him singing a song while he gets the coffee maker ready. When you walk into your small kitchen you see him dancing a little as well, you smile at his behavior and walk into the small space. Wrapping your arms around his middle from behind, you bury your face into his shoulder blades. He still moves slightly but turns in your hold to hug you back.

“You’re particularly energetic today.” you comment.

“I have been, since we decided to move in together I’ve been excited to wake up every day.”

“Why’s that?” “Because I get to wake up beside you.” he flirts.

“You’re so cheesy this morning! Knock it off!” you say with a flushed face.

“I love you, baby.” he laughs.

“I love you too, Minnie.��� you smile against his chest.

He starts playing with your hair a moment later, that’s another habit of his. He once realized you were struggling to do a certain hairstyle on your own and immediately jumped into action ready to help you in any way he could. Since that day he always offers to do your hair for you, and generally just loves to play with it at any moment he can. Your hair is full of knots right now, you know it is, he doesn’t seem to mind though. He meticulously detangles it and repeatedly reminds you to tell him if he accidentally hurts you. You keep your head pillowed on his chest while he does so, your arms still wrapped around him. You can hear the coffee machine beep in the background alerting you that it was ready, you don’t pay it any mind though. You just peacefully enjoy the moment with Minhyuk taking care of you in the simplest way.

“Baby,” he calls gently again, “don’t fall asleep on me now.” he giggles.

“I’m not,” your voice is clearly starting to lace with sleep again, “I’m just enjoying the feeling.”

“If you say so dork.” he affectionately teases again, “Some coffee to wake you up now?” “Coffee sounds nice, which brew did you choose today?” “Your favorite, as always.” he smiles, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, “You go get comfy on the couch though, I’ll get you a mug.”

You smile up at him, “Thank you, Minhyuk, you’re the best.” “That simply isn’t possible when you’re the best.” You laugh again, “We aren’t doing that cringy love fighting.”

“Baby, we have been since day one.”

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Starlight in Seoul

Pairing: Shownu x undefined, Minhyuk x undefined Wordcount: 1875 Content notes: none! it's very wholesome Summary: Shownu takes his dog on a long evening walk and spots an old friend. Genre/themes: fluff, Monstas as parents/dogparents, Monstas in the future, tbh this is wish fulfillment because I want them to be so happy with whatever kind of family they want A/N: special thanks to @seungkwansphd for love and support <3

Shownu pushed the door open and heard Poppy scrambling toward him through the dark apartment. The overhead light turned on automatically as he stepped into the apartment, and he smiled as he prepared to greet the fluffy white puppy eager to shower him with affection. 

Poppy’s toenails clicked tap-tap-tap on the hardwood floors as she wove excitedly through Shownu’s feet and legs until the tall man squatted down. “Poppy! Annyeong!” He offered one hand to the puppy and reached back with the other to gently close the door behind him.

“I’m sorry I’m so late tonight, Poppy. We were both supposed to finish working early, but it doesn’t always turn out that way.” He scratched the puppy vigorously with all his fingers. She yipped and he laughed happily at her excitement.

Shownu stood up and slipped off his sneakers before entering the long hallway. “Let me change my clothes and we can go outside. I know you've been waiting all night for our walk. I’m sorry, it's only you and me tonight. But as soon as I get changed we can go outside.”

The puppy followed him as he rushed through the apartment, heading toward the bedroom. He opened the large wardrobe door and caught a flash of her blurry white reflection in the full length mirror attached inside. He smiled to himself. She had only been with them for a few weeks, but just as everyone had predicted she was already his shadow. 

Within a few minutes, Shownu was walking back to the front door dressed in black sweatpants and a plain white tee. Poppy ran past him and danced in place below the wall hook that held her leash. 

He took the leash off the hook and bent over to attach the harness around her warm little body. “Ok Poppy, it’s finally time for a walk! It’s your favorite time of the day, except meal time. You’re like me. Mealtime and walk-time are my favorite parts of the day, too.” He rubbed the top of her head with his thumb and she yipped.

Shownu slipped on his white sneakers and stood up, holding the leash in one hand. He patted his pocket for his phone and nodded to himself when he felt it through the sweatpants. He grabbed a plain black ballcap from another hook on the wall and placed it on his head, then he pulled the door open for the two of them. “Let’s go, Poppy!”

*

It was a clear, cool night. He only saw a few other people along the road as he and Poppy walked through the neighborhood. 

Usually, the three of them took a winding walk together in the evening, wandering down every quiet street and catching up on everything that had happened during the day. On some nights, it was a long quiet walk instead, holding hands in comfortable silence as Poppy explored scents and sounds of the night. 

Tonight it was just the two of them, and Shownu was in a contemplative mood. He found himself thinking about things he hadn’t thought about in a while. He decided to stay out a little longer than usual before turning back toward home.

Up ahead, he spotted a small park with a playground for young children. During the daytime it was full of kids chasing each other, their parents sipping iced coffees on the benches that lined the play area. After dark, the area was lit by street lamps and the benches often had couples chatting quietly close together or friends sharing a few beers after a long day.

Tonight, the benches were all empty, but there was one person on the swings. They were swaying gently, side to side, and their head was tilted up toward the night sky.

As he and Poppy drew closer to the playground, Shownu recognized the person on the swings and smiled. What a surprise that he would see this person here, of all the people he knew, moments after he had been reminiscing about their time together! He had even planned to call them tomorrow.

Shownu led Poppy in a wide arc toward the swingset, hoping they would see him walking in their direction. He didn’t want to disturb the silence by calling out toward them.

“Shownu!” Shownu smiled broadly when the man hissed his name into the night. He had a huge grin on his face as he looked at Shownu. The man motioned for him to sit on the other swing, and he waved eagerly toward Poppy as they came closer. He put one finger to his lips then pointed to his chest, where an infant was tucked into a sling that wrapped around his chest, back, and shoulders. 

Shownu sat down on the swing next to his friend. It curved low to carry his weight, and he chuckled quietly. He extended Poppy’s leash so she could explore the area past his feet, then he turned toward Minhyuk

It was better to whisper, just in case. “Is it ok to talk?” 

“Yes, yes! We don't have to whisper. He’s sleeping. I came outside to help him sleep. Sometimes the swing helps him. It’s such a nice evening that I wanted to spend some more time outside. I’m glad I did!”

“Me too.” They both watched Poppy as she walked back to Shownu and curled into a fluffy white ball beside his foot. He could feel her deep breaths against his sneaker. “Did you eat?”

“Yes, we both ate before he woke up again. And every time you message me a gift card we use it right away. You always have perfect timing! You always send one when we are both hungry but we both forget to order dinner.”

“Good, good. Is he waking up a lot?”

“I think it’s average. We’re not sleeping much, but we’re getting used to it. There is so much to do all the time and we are both tired. It’s like our rookie years! Hyungwon called me today and we were talking about this. I never knew I would have another time in my life with so little sleep.”

“That tiredness was so difficult. If that’s how it is for you, I hope you both can rest soon.”

“Me too!” He laughed and looked up at the sky again. “Me too.”

Shownu looked up, too. The night sky was filled with gray clouds, but there was no chance of rain. It was a typical overcast evening in the city. He glanced around the neighborhood. All the tall apartment buildings nearby had windows twinkling with light. He could see two people entering a convenience store across the street from the park. 

“What are you looking for?” Shownu asked.

“Oh! Nothing.” He turned to look at Shownu. “I wanted to see the stars, but you can’t always see stars in the night sky in Seoul. I was thinking about the last time I saw them. I think it’s been a long time. Since before him, definitely!”

He looked down at the baby and smiled softly. Shownu watched him and smiled, too. Suddenly, Minhyuk looked directly at Shownu and started speaking with urgency. He didn’t sound upset or scared. He almost sounded worried. Shownu narrowed his eyes and listened carefully.

“– and he’s so quiet when he is awake. He is always watching us! He listens to us carefully even though he has no idea what we are saying to him. He looks right at me when I ask him a question, even though I am the one who answers the question too. I can’t wait until I can hear him tell me what he is thinking –”

Showny relaxed, but kept his focus on Minhyuk’s face. This is how their conversations went sometimes. He was glad Minyuk still trusted him enough to share his deepest thoughts, the thoughts other people assumed Minhyuk wasn’t capable of having because of his outward personality. 

“– sometimes I wonder if he’s more like you than me,” Minhyuk finished quietly. He looked down at the baby again.

“Are you worried you won’t be able to connect with him?” Shownu thought this was unlikely, but it sounded to him like this was Minhuk’s real concern.

Minhyuk sighed, and it turned into a small laugh. “When you say it like that, I guess every parent probably shares these worries. I suppose we’ll see. No matter what happens, I'll keep trying.”

Minhyuk looked up at the cloudy night sky again, then he looked down at Poppy before speaking once more.

“I love everything about him, Shownu, but I worry about him. I’m worried that he won’t be able to speak up when his happiness is at stake. I worry about a million things, but sometimes I worry about this especially. I think it will continue to be my biggest worry.”

“That’s probably because you know how difficult it can be.”

“We both do. It’s the hardest thing.” 

He looked up at Shownu again, and he looked surprised to see that Shownu had been watching him. He rested one large hand on the tiny baby in the sling and took a deep breath. 

“Shownu, is there anything you wish you didn’t hold inside, back then?”

Shownu’s response was on the tip of his tongue because he didn’t have to wonder about an answer. He had been thinking about this during the walk to the park because of a conversation he had earlier today. In truth, he had been thinking about this most of the day.

“I wish I told you more often how proud I was. All six of you. You worked hard. Everyone was working hard.”

“You did tell us! You loved us a lot.” He paused, and it looked to Shownu like he was thinking carefully about his next words. “I think you told other people that, often.”

“Yes, I did. I did. I told everyone!” But did he tell them enough?

“I heard you telling the convenience store employee one night, the night before we finally moved into separate dorms. You told him you had a really good team at work and you were proud of how hard they worked. You said you were amazed how much they achieved together and individually. I stood to the side because I didn't want you to stop talking if you saw me. I wanted to hear everything you said. It made me feel safe, like ‘oh, Shownu will still love me in his way even if we live separately.’ I didn’t realize I was worried about it until that moment.” 

Shownu sat quietly for a moment after Minhyuk shared his memory. “I loved you a lot. I still love you, even though we live separately.”

Minhyuk laughed.

“You made it such a bright time of my life. The six bright stars in Seoul.”

Minhyuk laughed again and glanced up toward the starless sky. “You're not even the dad, but you make the most dad jokes!”

“It's who I am.”

“Shownu is Shownu.” They smiled at each other. “Thank you, Shownu.” 

Minhyuk looked down at his chest, still smiling, and he pressed his broad palm against the baby’s back

“I’m glad I saw you tonight,” Shownu said. “I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew because we began our walk so late.”

“Me too! I’m glad I stayed outside to see the stars.”

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I need minhyuk fic where he doesn't act like a brat but all mature bcs come onnn it must be so hawtt 😩👀

[just-come-baek]

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Pairing: Astro's Minhyuk x reader

Genre: 13+ | adorable fluff | drabble

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: After a long day at work, Rocky has a surprise for you.

Warnings: none

A/N 😇😇😇

It was a warm Friday evening, and your boyfriend told you to come over to his place after your shift ended. After all, Minhyuk knew your schedule like he did his own. He was way too invested in your work rant and corporate tea to ever zone out. Though he’d never audibly admit it, he was well aware of what was going on at your workplace – all details of Sarah’s love interest of the passing week, every single annoying customer you had to deal with, questionable fashion choices Sanha decided to try to discover his vibe, etc.

Just when you were to use your key, the doors opened.

Minhyuk was a bit of a mess. His hair was a birdnest instead of his usually silky locks, but he had a bunch of colorful hairpins, so you let it slide. He looked absolutely adorable in them, and you low-key loved this messy vibe he was giving off.

“I have a surprise,” Minhyuk casually said after he leaned in to give you a quick ‘hello’ peck.

“Oh, I know. What is it?” you asked in excitement. You had tried to persuade him all week to tell you all about it, but by some unknown forces, Minhyuk somehow managed to prevail and keep his mouth shut. Usually, he’d give in straight away, so you were on high alert now.

“You’ll find out when we get there,” he said with a playful wink at you. There’s no doubt you’d love his surprise; however, you’d much appreciate it if he decided to give you a little spoiler as curiosity was literally killing you.

“So we’re going somewhere?” You inquired, grabbing him and pulling him against you. You tried to be sneaky. If Minhyuk didn’t pay much attention, his tongue might’ve slipped. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out – much to your surprise, Minhyuk was unyielding.

Sighing in defeat, you followed him to his car, sliding right into the passenger seat. As per usual, Minhyuk drove to unspecified location, and you took it upon yourself to shuffle the playlist.

With Minhyuk’s hand resting on your thigh (thank god there was no traffic, or else it would make you really upset if he had to change the gear every thirty seconds or so) and delightful music in the background, you filled him in on today’s portion of work drama. He was focused on the road ahead, but he still nodded his head, hummed in acknowledgement, and, on several occasions, threw in a rather perplexed ‘she did what now?’

“Are we there yet?” You inquired, looking through the window. Your time spent in the vehicle could be counted in hours now. You had a few ideas in mind when you thought about his surprise (most of which were not-so-innocent), but having him drive you outside the city borders was not one of them.

“We’ll be there soon,” Minhyuk vaguely replied, but upon hearing your deep sigh, he quickly added, “give or take, twenty minutes.”

Shortly after Minhyuk gave you that piece of information, the right blinker went off as he exited the highway. You were now on a dirt road, maneuvering the car through a thick forest. To be completely honest, if you were inside the vehicle with anyone other than your boyfriend, it’d be your cue to start panicking.

The deeper into the woods you got, the clearer everything began to be.

“How did you find this place?” You asked, staring through the window in awe at the marvelous sights around you. The sky was of a pinkish shade as the sun was descending behind the tall crowns of coniferous trees. The still lake shone in sparkles, reflecting the rays of the sun.

“How did you find this place?” You knew this lake, but you had no idea there was part of it without people in sight. At this time of year it was usually overpopulated with families, water sports enthusiasts, and fishermen.

“Moonbin told me about this place,” Minhyuk replied with a shrug of his shoulders as he turned the engine off and got out of the car. You followed suit and watched him open the trunk. “He discovered it when jogging. Can you believe that?”

“His lifestyle sometimes worries me. Does he or Jinjin ever have a cheat day?” You chuckled, prompting a silly conversation about your friends’ fitness routines.

“Is that what I think it is?” You asked, seeing something that looked awfully like a picnic basket in the trunk of his car. You had been giving him dozens of not-so-subtle hints that you’d like him to take you out on a picnic, but you never thought he’d actually do it.

“You’ve wanted to have one since forever, so I had to make your wish come true,” Minhyuk stated matter-of-factly as he picked up the heavy basket.

“Do you need any help with that?”

“I’m fine. Just take the blanket, can you?”

“No problem.”

Carefully, Minhyuk put the picnic basket near the edge of the bank of the lake. With joint effort, you spread the blanket on the grass and sat down to enjoy the cozy atmosphere.

Minhyuk really outdid himself today. Not only did he provide you with the most romantic scenery, but he also thought about the right type of music softly playing in the background from his Bluetooth speaker and your favorite dishes. Moreover, despite a few Tupperware containers with delicious food, he also got you your favorite wine.

“You’re such a loser. I love you,” you confessed in between bites.

“Slow down; you have to make room for dessert,” Minhyuk giggled, showing you a container with two large meringue cake pieces.

“You’ve drunk wine! I think we’ve got enough time to finish all of it,” you pinpointed, knowing your picnic was a whole night type of event.

It was getting slightly chilly, but you were determined to survive the cold weather no matter what. Minhyuk had prepared all of this for you, and you chose not to complain about minor inconveniences. Instead, you’d kiss him and show him how much you appreciate that random romantic gesture.

“Let’s get married this autumn,” Minhyuk blurted out, making you choke on your wine. You had talked about the prospect of marriage before, and you always wanted to tie the knot during autumn. It was your favorite season, everything looked breathtakingly beautiful, and Minhyuk was that kind of boyfriend who would do anything to make you happy.

Exhibit A: this freaking picnic slash stargazing slash proposal.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course, I do. That’s what you’ve always wanted, and we still have more than enough time to organize it; friends and family only. And we could splurge on our honeymoon. What do you think?”

“I’d love that.”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Dancing Again

Summary: You return home, after years of being away from your friends. And while some things have grown and changed, your feelings never did. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Childhood Friends to Lovers au, Reminiscing, and Mutual Pining

Word Count: 2,818 Originally: 2,466

Minhyuk X Reader (Mentions the rest of OT7 + Marie)

Not Requested

Prompt: 11. “Would you be my date to the Christmas Ball?” 

A/n: Alright two things, first is Marie’s house is however big your heart desires. I could not imagine for the life of me how many rooms it had. And secondly, Marie and Sunny are whoever you want them to be btw-- I edited it and I hope it made it all better anyways- enjoy!

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The Christmas Ball is the most significant event in your hometown. Some places have Christmas markets, and others have Christmas tree lightings. But your town holds a ball, something everyone looks forward to here. When you were little, you'd dance with your parents. And then join the other kids for fun dances in stuffy outfits. While in high school, you went with your friends, doing group dances together. Now, you’re out of college, and it’s been quite a few years since you attended your last ball. But you assume it won’t be different from previous dances you went to in high school.

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You were happy to be back before Christmas because not only did that mean getting to relax, but it also meant seeing all of your old friends. You had fallen out of contact with a majority of them, but you’d get updates every so often. Like now, as you unpack your bags, Marie calls you up and tells you about the get-together being held at her house with the whole group. And now that you're back, you should be there too to catch up with everyone.

You immediately agreed. And that's when you remember that you still have to get something to wear to the said dance, you ask Marie what color everyone is going to wear this year, and she goes, “(Y/n), we all have dates, so we’re going as different colors this year.” Your jaw nearly hits the floor, “No.” That means this is the first year you’re the odd man out: everyone has a date to the ball except you. And you can’t believe your ears as you realize you’ll be attending alone. Maybe they’ll do a group dance or two with you, so it won’t be as lonely as sitting with your parents the whole night. Who definitely won’t be sitting but up and about dancing the night away. Your friend goes, “Well, there is always Minhyuk,” your high school crush, the guy you never got the courage to ask out all these years, is still single? You shake yourself back into the present, “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in years...” She replies, “Well, he’s going to be over this weekend for the gathering too. Why don’t you talk to him then?” You gulp, “You are going to make me either way, aren’t you?” She laughs and sarcastically says, “Oh, and why would I ever do that? Huh?” You roll your eyes, “Alright, alright! I will, but no guarantees that I’ll ask. I don’t even know if I still have feelings for him.” She agrees, “Okay, okay! If you say so. I’ll see you this weekend then!” 

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You knock on the door, and Marie immediately welcomes you in, “I haven’t seen you in forever! I know we talked over the phone. But it’s not the same! I’m so glad you’re back!” You grin and hug her, and she shuts the door behind you. “(N/n)!” You hear a yell from the kitchen. And you look over to find Jooheon, “Honey!” And within seconds of taking your coat off, you’re wrapped up in another hug. “I’ve missed you!” You both cheer at the same time as you hug him back. And it continues like that, exchanging greetings with old and new friends, getting reacquainted with them all until you're settled in the kitchen catching up with your friends. When there's a lull in the conversation, Hoseok asks, “Where’s Minhyuk?” 

And at that moment, there’s a knock on the door, and Kihyun says, “Speak of the devil.” You all laugh, and Marie gets the door again. “Sorry, I’m late!” He yells out to the rest of us in the kitchen. “It’s okay!” We cheer back, and that’s when he walks past the entrance. You count your lucky stars that you have your hand under your jaw, or you knew it would have dropped. Time did him well and too well; your inner teenager is going wild as he takes off his hat and runs his hand through his hair to fix it. Okay, maybe that high school crush didn’t fade. And you catch yourself falling all over again as he joins the rest of the group, exchanging hugs and greetings until he reaches you. And he gasps, “Oh my god! I didn’t expect to see you here!” And you grin, hoping your cheeks weren’t red, “Surprise!” And he wraps you up in a hug, “I’ve missed you! I’m so happy to see you again!” Thankfully you can hide your red cheeks into his chest as you hug him and tell him the same. 

He squints at Kihyun, “Scoot.” Kihyun scoffs, “I should have known you’d want to be next to (Y/n).” Which makes the rest of the group laugh, leaving you confused, but you shrug it off. It’s Kihyun being Kihyun as usual. You fall back into conversation with all of them, the group had not only grown with new people, like Hyunwoo, Changkyun, and Sunny, but you all had grown up too. And it warmed your heart to see everyone drinking and talking. Minhyuk pulls you out of your thoughts with, “How was college?” You grin, “It was amazing. I had so many fun experiences and learned a lot too.” He smiles and encourages you to go on, “But nothing beats this place. When I was younger, all I wanted to do was escape this, but missing these get-togethers? And the Christmas Ball?” You shake your head, “I’m glad I was able to land a job here. Well, I already know. But how’s your career?” He smirks, “You listen to us, then?” You nod, and he grins, “Well, after New Year’s, we’re having a comeback. And I’m excited about it, even if it’s a little exhausting.” You nod, “Yeah, that makes sense, but I’m so glad you achieved your dreams.” He smiles, “Me too. I’m proud of us.” You nod, and you drift back into the main conversation. 

Hyunwoo and Kihyun serve dinner, and you all enjoy it happily. There’s no better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than eating a delicious meal with your friends. Half of you split up from the kitchen and into the living room, and you sit comfortably between Jooheon and Minhyuk. Marie and Hyunwoo sit together on the loveseat as Minhyuk flips through the channels and lands on a Christmas classic.

The sounds of Frosty the Snowman draws the rest of the group into watching the movie, which leads to you squashed between your two friends. Jooheon groans before sitting next to Changkyun on the floor in front of you and Minhyuk. The five of you on the main couch breathe out a small thank you, and he shrugs it off. And you watch the animation together, and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas follows after. Hyungwon lets out a loud yawn which causes Sunny and Hoseok to do as well. And Marie goes, “I know you’re all tired, so if you want, you can crash here for the night.” And with the invitation: Hyungwon, Hoseok, Sunny, and Kihyun all retire to the guest room area. “Look, we have the whole couch to ourselves.” You whisper and scoot over a little to gain some territory on the couch, careful not to disturb the two napping below. Minhyuk grins and turns in his spot as you scoot over to the other end, and you both spread out. The two of you smirk as you recline and watch the next movie. 

By the end of the next movie, Changkyun and Jooheon tiredly get up, and Marie tells them softly, “You can crash at our place tonight.” They nod and head down the hall to the guest rooms. She sighs and gestures to Hyunwoo, who’s drooling in his sleep, and you both snicker. She sighs and nudges him, “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He nods, and she waves goodnight, “You guys tire yourselves out, and if all the rooms are full. The blankets are to your left.” You both nod, and they walk out as the beginning of Frosty Returns comes on. You get up and ask if he wants one, to which he nods, and you get two blankets from the closet. You throw one on top of him and swaddle yourself in the other before sitting back down on the couch. 

As he fixes his blanket, he says, “I don’t like this Frosty's design.” You agree, “He’s Frosty but a little different. Maybe it’s the bowtie.” He nods, “It’s weird. Then again, it was animated forty years after the original aired. So, I guess the design can change some.” You shake your head, “Nah. This Frosty is all hollow, he's not our Frosty.”

The two of you sit like that for a while before you let out, “I heard you don’t have a date to the ball.” He groans, “Yeah. Never thought they’d all get paired up.” You laugh and ask jokingly, knowing you wouldn’t be able to do it full-heartedly without blushing, “Well then, would you like to go with me?” He shakes his head and crosses his arms, “Only if you ask me properly.” You scoff and hold a finger up, telling him to give you a moment. 

After getting out of the confines of your blanket, you go into the kitchen and find the whiteboard you saw earlier. And write on it in big letters, “Would you be my date to the Christmas Ball?” It takes you a second to realize what you're doing and what's happening. You just got back home. And you just rediscovered your crush again. Which seems mutual? After all, he wants you to ask him properly. And now you're asking him to the most meaningful event in your hometown?! You shake your head deciding if you don't do it now, you never will. So, with what little courage you have left, you make your way back over to the couch and hold it up to him. He laughs, “I was going to say yes earlier. I was giving you a hard time.” You blush, “Really?!" Before smirking, deciding to do the same to him, "But what’s your proper answer?” He shakes his head again and goes, “I would love to be your date to the Christmas Ball.” 

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“Do you remember the last ball you were here?” He asks softly. You shake your head, “Not really.” He blushes, “Not even the part where we danced together?” You think back to that night. You had worn an all-blue outfit matching the rest of the group. And that’s when the memories flood you as if you’re there again.

It had been your first year in college, but you had gotten the chance to head back home in time for the ball, unlike the years that would follow. You had just gotten the taste of freedom; you were in a new place, and while it excited you, it terrified you just as much. You wanted to experience some semblance of home. So, at the first opportunity to go back, you leaped for it. After acing your exams and packing, you went home for the weekend. You were dying to see your friends and hang out with them to relieve some stress and have fun for at least one night.

You had spent the whole night dancing with your friends and singing loudly to the hit songs. Once you felt worn out and needed time to relax, you sat down after grabbing a glass of sparkling cider and relaxed taking it all in. You weren't coming back here for a while. And you knew it in your heart and as you finished your drink. A slow song came on. There he stood, in a matte blue tux, “Can I um… Can I have this dance?” He stuttered slightly, holding his hand out to you, and you took it. You felt like you were dancing in the clouds as you danced together with him. If it wasn't for the song changing to something more light-hearted, you could have finally asked him to be yours. But alas, you both broke away from each other to join the rest of your friends. 

After that dance, you went back to school and decided that it couldn’t have been possible for Minhyuk, your high school crush, to have danced with you that night. So, you forgot about it and logged it as some distant daydream.

You go, “You, you asked me to dance.” He nods, “Yeah, I uh had a big crush on you back then.” You gesture for him to go on, “And I thought by the time you came back, I would be over it. But when I saw you today, it was like I was a teenager again.” He takes another breath, “I really wished I had gotten the courage to call you and at least hang out with you before now. What has it been...? Five years, not including the dance?” You nod, “Four if you include the dance.” He nods and says, “I wish I would have asked you out then. Marie told me before the ball that you liked me too, but I couldn’t find the courage.” You shake your head, “Of course Marie did. She always wanted one of us to make a move, but I wish I had found my courage too. It was funny that you said it came flooding back to you. Because when I saw you fix your hair in the hallway, it was like I was a teenager all over again.” He smiles, “But we’re here together now, and that’s what matters.” You grin, “Want to consider our first date the ball?” He smiles, “I would love to.” 

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You guys wear matching blue, mirroring the last time you danced together. He picks you up at 8 O'Clock, and shortly after, you get out of his car and go, “I feel like a teenager again.” He laughs, “Why is that?” You laugh as he joins you, “Our parents are both on the committee. Even though they’re not chaperones, it feels like it.” He laughs again, “Yeah, it kinda does. But you know why it makes me feel like a teenager?” You both continue walking across the parking lot and ask, “What?” And he grins, “Because I get to live out my teenage dream of taking you to the ball.” You blush, “That too.” He smiles, and the two of you walk into the building arm-in-arm. 

The dance hall is decorated brilliantly with dozens of streamers, lights, decorated Christmas trees, snowflakes, and bulbs. And it feels simply magical to step in, “Wow, they did an amazing job.” You sigh out, “Yeah, you missed it last year, Changkyun’s dad brought in a live band from his hometown, and they played magnificently. It was magical.” You smile, “I wish I got to see it, I got videos and pictures, but that was about it.” He nods, “But this year will be more magical.” You tilt your head at him as he leads you to the dance floor, “Why is that?” He smirks, “Because I get to spend it with you.” You shake your head at him, “You cheese ball.” He rolls his eyes, “You like it.” You laugh, “Of course I do.” 

You join your group of friends, and while everyone has dates, you still get to dance together as you thought. But instead of looking towards Marie or Jooheon and gesturing to how handsome you think Minhyuk looks. You get to tell him softly as the two of you dance around with the group. And he tells you how stunning you are and that he can't believe he's experiencing this for real.

You guys continue dancing with the group until the radio stops and the live band starts up. And Minhyuk leads you away from the rest of the group, the live band this year is a mixture of all the church’s bands, and they sound nice together. But maybe, what makes them sound nicer is him humming softly to the music as he leads the two of you across the floor. You follow with no trouble as if gliding on air. You notice that funny feeling all over again. He truly makes you feel weightless.

You dance like that for the rest of the night, and you can't help but smile. Knowing this is all you ever dreamed of as a teenager, and now you're experiencing it. You guys stop for a few minutes to talk with your parents and get refreshments before returning to the dance floor and dancing the night away with him. You can’t believe you missed out on dancing with him all these years. But this year, everything changed for the better, and now, you get to dance with him. And you plan on dancing with him for many more years.

[silv3rswirls]

Their s/o likes to play with their hair

Requests are open!

Notes: sorry this is so late anon! I took a little break from requests, but I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. I hardly ever get requests for the boys but I’m so happy when I do! 💕

Anon asks: Hi, I saw that you opened the requests for the boys from MX, I have a lot of ideas but I don't want to be a bother 😅, so I just picked the one I thought was the most adorable: Like how would they react when you pet and play with their hair? Do they get sleepy, feel calmer, or just get annoyed that you messed up their hairstyle? Lol Also, thank you so much for including Wonho in these, i miss them all together 🥹 sorry for the long text, i love your imagines💟

♡Shownu♡

While he doesn’t understand your adoration for his hair, it feels so nice when you pet through it he forms mind at all. He’s always giving you head pats in return <3 He’ll definitely fall asleep while you do it though, and oftentimes asks you to do it to help him fall asleep.

♡Minhyuk♡

He likes to wrap his arms around and lay against you as you okay with his hair. He finds it so endearing, he’ll let your hair back or draw little shapes and squiggles on your leg as you both talk for the evening.

♡Kihyun♡

He cherishes any and all affection you give him. It feels so nice to have you aimlessly playing with his hair. No matter how long you’ve been together his face always gets a little red when you do it, or just dote on him in general.

♡Hyungwon♡

He’s always ruffling your hair so you decided to do the same for him. He pretends it’s annoying and you’re messing up his hair, but you both know he loves it. He sighs in content and falls asleep fast cuddled in your lap after a long day.

♡Jooheon♡

He thinks it’s silly, but doesn’t mind. He really only wants you to do it when the two of you are in bed, talking about your days and drifting off to sleep. It’s not his favorite display of affection, but as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter.

♡Changkyun♡

He doesn’t mind and finds it cute if you’re part. He’s known for picking at your hair and telling it around as well. It makes him feel loved and all soft, it puts his mind at ease.

♡Wonho♡

He loves any and all love you give him. He’ll lean into you, snuggling closer as you okay with his hair. It’s gentle quality time spent together. He’ll let you do whatever you want with his his hair. Gently twirl it, place tug it, twist it into little pigtails, or decorate it with your hair clips.

[iibonniee]

A Quick Visit | Lee Minhyuk

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Smut, military!minhyuk

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (fem receiving), angst, fluff

Rating: R

Word Count: 12k

Summary: After hearing little from her lover, he decides to give her a late-night surprise. His promise to make it up to her kept her up through the night until she could confront him in the morning.

Masterlist

It never dawned on Y/N that a lover could become a stranger just as quickly as a friend could become a stranger. Whenever distance was thrown into the mix, schedules often became too busy to keep up with simple things, such as a text back.

This fact hung heavily on Y/N’s heart as Minhyuk’s enlistment approached. Her world was suspended, dangerously swinging between past warmth and future uncertainty. The impending distance, the changing schedules, and the quiet unease that unfolded in her thoughts were a recipe for feared isolation.

Minhyuk, however, was well aware of the turbulence shaking her spirit. He could see the pain reflected in her eyes, hear the worry lacing her laughter, and sense the tension in her every touch. So, with a heart full of assurance and lips armed with loving words, he chose to bring her comfort.

“Listen,” he would gently coax, cradling her face in his steady hands, urging her eyes to lock with his. “We’ve weathered more than distance before,” he would assert, his gaze steady, voice firm yet soothing. “Our connection isn’t just measured in miles or minutes; it’s held together by something stronger, something untouchable - our love.”

His words, his steadfast belief in their unbreakable bond, were a bandage for her fears. The understanding in his eyes, his unwavering confidence in their relationship gave her a sense of peace that the tickling hands of worry struggled to displace.

She never felt wrong in her life.

As the cold dawn of Minhyuk’s enlistment day dawned, Y/N found herself standing alongside the other members of his group, their collective grief palpable in the heavy air. The sun shining above them gave her no warmth — one she needed so much but refused to offer such grace.

The stark reality of their possibly changing relationship weighed heavily on her, feeling more real and definite than any of his soothing words of assurance. Minhyuk’s farewell was marked by a kiss. Their lips met in a fragile dance, full of promise but underscored by the bitter pang of impending separation. A promise pronounced in whispers followed that emotional kiss.

“I will message and call whenever I can,” he promised, his voice as steady as the heartbeat Y/N felt against his chest. “You will be the first person to hear from me.”

He’d text and call when he could, semi-keeping to a promise he had sealed off with a kiss. Slowly, those texts and calls grew to almost nothing; his voice on the other end turned from highly expected music into hope. His silence roared louder than the busy chaos of the world and bustling city life, reminding her each day of the gaping distance between them. The absent hum of his voice in the echo of their shared home was a cruel reminder of his unkept promise.

His empty assurances seemed like beautiful lies that momentarily conjured an illusion of hope. Realization washed over her in waves, each more painful than the last. The familiar tang of disappointment filled her mouth, more bitter than any foreboding doubt she had ever held. Despite his comforting words and promises, it seemed she had misplaced her trust. It was a harsh lesson in reality, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the gap between Minhyuk’s words and his actions.

She tried to ignore how her heart broke when she heard of his first appearance since he enlisted. How her teary eyes that begged to burst would only lead to a shaky blur of colors on her phone screen, a nightmare unfolding in high definition. Seeing him as she did, standing in the middle of his adoring crowd, the same fans who were now privileged to his time and attention, while she, the keeper of his whispered dreams and knelt promises, was left to glean his whereabouts from impersonal news updates.

His oblivious smiles and joy were like perfectly timed daggers to her bleeding heart, each moment of rich laughter and vivid enjoyment amplifying her agony. The jarring contrast between the joyous Minhyuk in the photos and the silent Minhyuk in her messages was a brutal, unvoiced slap of betrayal.

Her hands quivered, the phone screen dancing dangerously under wet eyelashes as her promised-to-be-steadied heart clattered down an abyss, fragmenting with every bump of the descent. His absence had been a lingering wound, raw and tender. Still, his blatant disregard — veiled under joyous fancon celebrations — was an insidious poison, slowly dulling her senses until only anguish echoed in hollow places.

Each image of a laughing Minhyuk, each snippet of his well-chosen remarks were hideous amplifications of his silence towards her. The vacant space she had reserved for his communication, his comforting words had now become a desolate island of unvoiced sorrows, painfully reflecting his undelivered promises. Yet, his presence and joy elsewhere signaled that he held time — time that he chose not to share with her, time that she desperately wished to be a part of.

The added knowledge that he held free hours unspoken to her carved the wound deeper, sparking an anguish that scorched through her veins, branding her heart with the bitter aftertaste of betrayal. She had believed they shared a common longing in his silence, but he had etched a cavernous rift between them in his actions. The stark revelation shattered her hope, leaving her grappling with the shards of her trust and their shattered relationship.

That night, the moon was her helping friend. Keeping her company where her heart didn’t. Her mind was a mess of self-hatred and self-doubt mixed into one grueling nightmare that refused to let her sleep. The silence of their apartment, once filled with his laughter and murmurs of love, was now a grim orchestra of her sobs and whispered grievances. The eerie glow of the moonlight, seeping softly through the cracks of the blinds, became the sole witness of her despair, casting long, lonely shadows around the room. Another source that seemed to show her unsaid words of pity.

She contemplated calling off work, giving in to the relentless pain that coursed through her, but the thought of being alone in the apartment that echoed his absence was overwhelming. The thought of the empty silence reminded her unbearably of his quiet disregard for their shared dreams, reflecting their empty relationship.

As the dawn approached, she decided to face the world outside - not for the sake of carrying out her tasks but as a refuge from the solitude. The tiny computer screen at her desk at work was a less painful alternative to the daunting emptiness of the apartment.

Walking through the doors of her workplace, she found comfort not in the friendly greetings from her colleagues nor in the mundane tasks that filled her day but in the sheer act of survival. Each passing hour was a bitter testament to her crumbling heart bearing the weight of his betrayal, a reminder that despite the sorrowful echo in the hollow spaces of her soul, she could — and would — move on.

Her heart – the thing that had dealt the most pain – would never listen to the silly things her brain would tell her. Not even when his groupmates would message her, asking her if he stopped by to say hello and that they missed her and to never be afraid to reach out to them.

“No.” She wanted to so desperately write back. “No, he didn’t come by to see me. How does it feel knowing that he chose you guys over me? How does it feel knowing that my heart is tearing itself apart because he would rather not talk to me but would spend his free time being with you guys?”

But as much as her heart was breaking and everything inside of her was holding back, the tears that felt like one wrong push would completely throw her over the edge.

“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks!” That was all she messaged back before turning her phone off when she noticed her messages were still set to deliver.

Tucking the small device back into her pocket, she offered a strained smile to the coworkers passing by her desk. Every tick of the clock marked another second she was away from the eerie silence of their shared apartment. Each passing moment of the day distracted her mind just enough to keep the tears she’d been holding back from spilling over the edge.

She couldn’t help but cast furtive glances at the phone she had taken out of her pocket for momentary relief, half-dreading and half-hoping for a message from him. But with every passing hour, the anticipation dissolved into disappointment, each confirmation that he still hadn’t reached out to her stinging like a fresh cut on an old wound.

In an office filled with people, conversation, and the hum of life, her solitude never felt more profound. As the day wore on, a sense of dread seeped into her heart. It wasn't the dread of heartbreak, however, but the dread of having to return to an empty home, knowing that she'd be greeted by nothing more than the echoing silence of his absence and perhaps the bitterness along with the shadow of what used to be happiness.

As nightfall approached, she steeled herself. Bracing herself for the long night ahead, she cast one last glance at her silent phone, let out a soft sigh, and began her reluctant journey back home to the ghost of her lover.

The journey back was a blur, a haze of city lights blending with the memory of his smile. As she unlocked the door to their shared apartment, she found herself hoping against hope that he'd be there. Every creak of the wooden floor, every shadow cast by the dim hallway light, echoed a faint possibility of his presence lurking in some corner – a hush greeting, a cozy comfort.

However, the reality was rather stark. The apartment greeted her with a cold emptiness, an echoing silence that amplified the loneliness. The couch lay bereft of his rumpled form, the kitchen devoid of his lingering warmth, and the bedroom mocked her with his untouched side of the bed. She peeked into rooms filled with his absence, her expectations crumbling into an overwhelming sense of despair.

Every nook, cranny, and piece of furniture they'd picked out together now held the aftertaste of his memory. The laughter, shared dreams, and cozy movie nights hung around the apartment like ghostly shadows, a poignant contrast to the present reality. Echoes of their love story played out in painful silence as she navigated her way through the house, a creeping dread settling in her heart with every step.

She would have to face yet another night of longing, another night of silent tears, another night of yearning for a presence long gone. Another night of learning to unlove the ghost of her lover on her own. Yet, she held on, dreading the solitude but embracing it as well, because it was in this solitude that she realized her strength, found the ability to stand amidst the ruins of her heart, and still hope for a better tomorrow.

Navigating her way through the dimly lit apartment felt like exploring a forgotten, treasured moment of the past. The remnants of shared life still clung to the subtlest corners of the house – the picture frames capturing their warm smiles, the hand-picked furniture that had held their shared dreams, the cozy spots touch-marked by their settled bodies during movie nights. All were silent spectators to the drama of absence that unfolded in front of her, each object a trigger to a memory, each memory a knife twisting deeper into her heart.

Her footsteps took her to the door of an old, rarely-used room. A stab of pain hit her as she stepped inside his painting room. The scent of paint and turpentine, the hastily wiped brushes, and the blank canvas on the easel mocked her with their lifeless silence. His room, a sanctuary once filled with vibrant life and color with the mix of laughter and happy cries, was now a tangible echo of his absence. She froze, taking in all the painful details, her heart heavy with the cruel reality mirrored in the lifeless brushes and color tubes.

With a sigh, she turned away from the room, her heart aching with a longing she could no longer quench. Navigating her way through the rest of the house was a bleak journey. Hints of the love they once shared haunted her steps, whispering the past into her ears with every soft creak of the wooden floor.

Wrapped in the solitude of their shared memories, she finally climbed into bed. The room, still bearing the faint residue of his scent, enveloped her in its cold embrace. Alone in the vast expanse of the bed they once shared, she felt the full force of his absence. But amidst this profound loneliness, she found a fragment of her fading strength — a resilience defying the melancholy of the deserted space.

In the hushed serenity of the night, the soft glow of the moon cast a gentle light on her slumbering form. Still lost in her dreams, a faint trail of affectionate kisses began to awaken her from the deep realm of sleep. The delicate pecks started from the shell of her ear, feather-light as they gently traced the curve of her neck and danced down her bare back. Each slight touch, though subtle, stirred her slowly from her peaceful slumber, sparking a soft, pleasing tingle on her skin. A quiet smile graced her lips as she was softly drawn back to consciousness, the hushed whispers of the night broken only by the beat of her quickening heart — a rhythmic replacement for the silence of her once-shared apartment.

The more she was pulled from her dreams, the more aware she became. The soft kisses she had started to welcome soon had her body jerking away in panic, her heart racing as she almost allowed herself to fall victim to whoever decided to break into her home while the night was probably still young. She was more awake as the white sheets gripped her body as she scooted further from the unknown figure.

The figure was silent and hunched over. The silence that filled the room only caused her more panic as she tried to shuffle away more and more, only to be stopped the moment the figure snapped out of the shock they were in and began to blindly reach out for her.

“Relax.” The voice spoke, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. The more she struggled, the more the figure held onto her tighter. “Baby, relax.”

His voice was a warm contrast to the hostile atmosphere, carrying a soothing yet firm tone that seeped into her panic-stricken senses. It triggered a quick flash of recognition, causing her racing heart to skip a beat. She squinted, just catching the outline of a familiar frame bathed in the weak moonlight, and the tension in her body somewhat abated.

It was him. The figure she had been dreading becoming a stranger. Suddenly, the intruder was no more. It was him — her partner, her lover — whose absence had begun redefining their shared space’s silence.

His hand was warm, and his grip was gentle yet reassuring. The circles he absently traced on her forearm coaxed soothing waves across her agitated frame. The familiar whispery rasp that her ears cherished, the same voice she hadn’t heard in weeks. It was back, drizzling over the tense room.

The fog of panic slowly lifted as the realization settled — he was home. Her heart rate decelerated, the drumming against her ribs fading to a soft thump. She felt a hint of wetness tracing the curve of her cheek — tears, relief, or pent frustrations, she couldn’t tell.

A soft sigh escaped him, the quietest apology. He still held her closer, his grasp a desperate attempt to anchor themselves against the tide of emotions threatening to unchain. Even a slight parting, and they could be swept away back into those weeks of silence.

“Welcome home…” She mumbled faintly, her voice cloaked in relief. As he muttered a quiet “sorry,” they began to mend the silence of her once lonely apartment, filling it with breaths of a shared life. She began to blink, a frown spreading across her face as she had almost wanted to attack him. As she sat there in silence, she began to scowl at the unplanned entrance her lover made.

“I missed you.” He mumbled, his lips kissing the inside of her palm. With the light from the moon, she could tell that her lover was still dressed in his military uniform, no doubt just coming from his base. “I needed to see you; I need you. Please tell me you need me too and missed me as much as I missed you.”

His words were muffled as he continued to kiss her. They were laced with desperation as he moved onto the bed. She could barely see how his eyes flicked up to meet hers, desperation mixed with his beautiful brown eyes.

“Have you been behaving?” He was quick to ask, seemingly uncaring if she had answered him or not. His fingers were quick to rip the sheet away, and a deep-throated groan emitted from his throat as he enjoyed the lack of clothes she presented for him.

His hands moved wherever they could attach, squeezing and teasing her skin as they traveled down her body - from her collarbones to her breasts, down to the curve of her hips. The touch was familiar yet different, carrying an alien edge in its urgency, sending a flurry of mixed emotions through her.

Having caught her breath, she managed to choke out a shaky “yes” while fighting a fresh wave of panic. She was no longer sure if it was fear or something else entirely - a lingering sense of longing, perhaps.

He huffed, the hint of a smile barely visible in the dim moonlight. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, sending waves of electricity down her spine. His fingers traced along the curve of her hips, the touch almost agonizingly slow. It was a reminder, a homecoming, and despite the onslaught of fear and confusion, a part of her relished it.

However, a significant part of her shivered under the unexpected strangeness of his touch. Something had changed either in him or in their once-shared intimacy. Whether it was just weeks of silence from him or how much she had missed his touch. She wasn’t sure what felt so different.

The silence that had vaguely started weaving around them was now a tangible bowl of questions and insecurities, a scenario she dreaded to unravel. Five months of almost nothing, often barely a greeting other than a simple message, and her only updates often being from social media, had her hesitating.

Her hand caught his, forcing him to halt his exploration. Even in the dim light, his eyes held her gaze, silently asking for an explanation. It was a moment of vulnerable truth they had to face now - their love, their bond kept under the magnifying glass, exposed and examined. The silent echoes of their once-shared apartment now called for answers, and she hoped they had them.

“You never told me you were coming home.” She whispered, her eyes never leaving his own as his shoulders fell in slight defeat. “You hardly message me. You never came to visit me when you were able to…”

“I wanted to surprise you,” He began, moving closer to her once more to kiss the corner of her lip, “Are you unhappy to see me, my love?” He pushed, “Have you not missed me as much as I missed you? Baby, I’m ready to explode. I need you. I’m so needy. I can’t wait. I need you. I need to be inside you. I want to taste you again. I fucking need you. Let me make up for lost time. For not visiting you when I could, please…”

Her eyes observed his movements. Her gasp was loud as he pulled her body down and forced her legs around his waist, allowing his hard-on to brush against her exposed cunt.

“Let me taste you, baby,” Minhyuk whined, waiting for her answer.

His begging eyes held a dark promise, a sinful invitation that she found impossible to resist. She gently caressed his face, a slight smirk gracing her lips.

“Alright, love,” she eventually conceded, her tone laced with suspense. Her heart pounded as a flare of anticipation passed between them.

Minhyuk’s eyes sparked with victory and desire. He bent his head downwards, his husky voice whispering promises of pleasure as he began his descent, further trailing his hands down her body, elevating their intimate dance to a symphony of tantalizing sensations. This, she realized belatedly, was the intoxicating blend of lust and love - an enticing whirlpool of desire and fulfillment - sinfully smutty yet unbelievably romantic.

He wasted no time sliding down the bed until his eyes met her needy cunt. His lips parted as he reveled at the sight, his breath hitching in anticipation.

“So beautiful…” he muttered, his husky voice like warm velvet against her skin. His thumb gently teased her clit, causing her to gasp at the sudden sensation. A wicked smile curved on his lips, hearing her sweet whimper.

“Minhyuk…” she breathed, her voice barely audible under the storm of her desire. He looked up, his gaze holding a fiery promise.

His tongue traced a languid path from her entrance up to her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. A triumphant hum came from him, adding extra sensation to her already sensory build-up. He lavished his attention, alternating between a slow lick and a quick flick, building her anticipation and desire to an excruciating peak.

“Don’t rush, love…” he murmured against her heated core, intoning sinful promise. His aroused gaze met hers, his hands keeping her steady as she writhed under him, futilely trying to get more friction. He chuckled, the sound vibrating delectably against her, sending spasms of pleasure through her. He relished her taste, appreciating their intimacy and closeness, entirely giving himself to her pleasure. He loved to tremendously arouse her longing, driving her to the sweet edge of ecstasy. “Just let it happen naturally…” He whispered darkly, resuming his torturous pace. “I’ll have you cumming in my mouth soon enough. I’ll take care of you.”

“Minhyuk…” she whimpered out, every cell in her body reaching out for his touch. Her legs trembled around him as minutes stretched into an eternity, proving his promise true. Her fingers gripped tighter at the sheets, her breath ragged and hitched in anticipation.

Every sensation was amplified, magnified by the intimate patience with which he worshipped her. The sound of his name on her lips was a sweet symphony to his ears, a clear sign of her impending release. He continued his skillful play, his tongue against her heat, his breath fanning over her wetness, fueling her desire further.

Her hips rolled up, meeting his lips in a desperate plea, and her body quivered, a clear sign of her impending climax. At her first spasm, he pulled back just slightly, only to dive back in, latching his mouth over her clit and sucking gently. The wave came crashing down, her body convulsing under the influence of a mind-numbing orgasm ripping through her. He held her close, his mouth still busied with drawing out all of her pleasure till her high receded, and she lay panting and spent, the taste of her climax still fresh on his lips.

“I told you, love,” he murmured against her oversensitive skin, his voice muffled by her thigh. His words were punctuated with a final, gentle lick as she shuddered again, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Their eyes met, his holding a promise of more to come as she rode the waves of satisfaction washing over her. “I’ve got you.”

Kissing her thighs, Minhyuk left open-mouth kisses all over her stomach and neck until his lips found hers once again. The kiss was impatient and greedy. Y/N knew her lover was close to breaking, and he would no longer wait for his own release.

“I’m done waiting.” He mumbled as he began undoing his pants. “I need you so fucking badly. Can your cunt handle me, baby?”

He watched as she nodded her head eagerly.

“You sure?” He teased, determination lacing his voice. His eyes were filled with fiery intensity and primal hunger that she found intoxicating.

“Yes.” She gasped out, her voice barely audible.

With an approving grunt, he shed his clothes remaining, revealing his arousal in its full hardness. His eye glistened with lust as he ran his fingers through her slick folds, collecting her excitement before smoothing it on himself.

Positioning himself at her entrance, he locked his gaze with hers. This act wasn’t just about penetration; it meant more than that. It mirrored the depth of their desires, the yearning they carried for each other within their hearts.

Slowly, he began his descent into her, finding her wet and ready for him. A tempting purr escaped her at his initial thrust, causing him to twitch within her. “God, you’re so tight.”

With that said, he began to move deeper into her, each thrust showing his intense need. He was slow, then fast - every push and pull creating waves of pleasure rippling through their bodies. Her eyes rolled back as an uncontrollable moan escaped her lips, fingers clutching onto his back as they rhythmically moved as one.

His name was a plead, a whisper, and then a scream that sounded with the collision of their bodies - a sweet harmony to their undying chorus of love and lust.

Their room flooded with sounds of their wild abandonment, gasps, and whispers of their names. He loved every reaction she gave with his deep thrusts into her, the way she arched her body, meeting his. Each grunt and moan they shared in their intimate congress was a reminder of the passion that had bound them together.

And just as the crescendo of their communion was about to be reached, he positioned himself even deeper, looking into her eyes as he thrust hard one last time. A loud cry escaped her lips, her body tensing and convulsing as he followed shortly after, their releases mingling together in a decadent tapestry of absolute, raw, sexual bliss.

All that was left was silence, save for their ragged breaths in unison, the only evidence of passion played out just moments ago, a symphony of their love and lust. He gazed at her, sweat-soaked and satisfied.

“I love you.” He whispered, kissing her deeply. “I love you, I love you. Fuck, I missed you. I miss seeing you every single day. I fucking miss you, baby. I’m going crazy without you.”

His words were like silent chants as his fingers found her own. She observed her lover carefully. Each word of praise and compliments felt like kisses to her body. She heard him sniffle, his head falling down in defeat, but she felt his warm tears kiss her skin.

“Min…” Her words were soft as she cupped his face. The moonlight didn’t hide his red face as he cried. “I’m here.”

She watched as he fell beside her, his head finding comfort on her chest as he cried silently. He was weak and vulnerable. All she could do was hold him close and remind him that even though his time was limited with her, she’d value all time with him.

Kissing the crown of his head, she whispered soothing words, threading her fingers through his hair until his sobs subsided, an unspoken promise to weather the storm together hanging between them. This newfound reality was a cruel one, yet she held on because love, she knew, transcended the limitations of time.

That night, sleep evaded her. She watched him eventually succumb to slumber, his body heavily sunk against her as if seeking refuge from the inevitable. Suddenly, the night seemed longer, each tick of the clock echoing ominously in the dimmed room. Her eyes gazed outside the window, tracing the stars in a futile attempt to find guidance in their ancient twinkling light.

The next morning dawned, bringing with it the familiar blush of an early sunrise. In the soft, warm glow, his face was serene, oblivious to the anger and unfairness of their situation.

Sorrow washed over her as she slipped out of his hold. She cloaked herself in this brief solitude, allowing the tears to flow in quiet rebellion against the day that promised to chip away a piece of their borrowed time. The typical morning noises - birdsong, the hum of distant traffic sounded surprisingly devoid of joy.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air in the kitchen, battling her welling despair with its familiar comfort. As she prepared breakfast, she fought back the lump in her throat. The simple act spoke volumes of her unvoiced fears and hidden hopes, a poignant symbol of unsaid declarations.

However, with each passing second, anger slowly filled her body and pushed away the sadness that crept up. She blinked away the tears, hating how the new ones were replaced with angry ones. She hated how easily she fell for his apology. How he left her without much for months on end and decided he’d instead not visit her while he could.

Her inhale was shaky, and the countertop was cold beneath her hands, a silent pillar of support. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and distractions, all dangerously teetering on the precipice of weariness that slowly invaded her soul due to lack of sleep.

Before she could brace herself, she heard movement behind her. Minhyuk was awake. She turned to see his sleep-ruffled hair as he blinked away sleep’s haze.

“Why are you up so early?” He asked, a veneer of casualness looming over his curiosity. She watched as he held out his hand, an invite he’d hoped she’d take. “Come back to bed. We can worry about breakfast later.”

Her heart pounded, a drumbeat loud in her ears. Taking a deep breath, she finally voiced out the thought that had been gnawing at her since the night before. “We need to talk about how you barely keep in contact.”

Minhyuk froze, his eyes wide open in surprise. The silence that enveloped them was deafening, amplifying the harsh reality of her words. She locked eyes with Minhyuk, whose confusion slowly fell away to be replaced with a flicker of understanding and then guilt.

“Why didn’t you keep in touch?” she asked quietly, the weight of that seemingly simple question filling up the space between them. Each word echoed around in their shared silence, a stark indictment of his absence.

“But I…” he began, stumbling over his words, lost for justification. She stood firm, her resolve unwavering. This was a conversation that had been overdue, a piece of their shared reality that had to be addressed. Through her weariness, she found the strength—and anguished determination—to face him and demand answers, even if they promised to unravel the delicate ambiance of their morning. “I’m sorry.”

She watched as the walls around her lover caved in. His eyes looked away from her own, fresh tears prickling away and wishing to fall when given the right time. She knew she had backed him into a corner he didn’t want to be in. But that’s how she felt when he greeted her with nothing.

Minhyuk gulped, visibly struggling with words. “I… I didn’t want my absence to hurt you.” His attempt at explanation seemed to hang in the air, a feeble defense against her palpable anguish. “Fuck – that’s not an excuse, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“But it did hurt, Minhyuk,” she replied, trembling. “It hurt because you were not here. Because you chose to hide from me instead of talking to me. It felt like I was trying to talk to a ghost.”

His gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet the raw hurt in her eyes. The silence grew more poignant between them, the air filled with unthinkable pain and regret. His silence only spurred the sense of sadness, of betrayal that was bubbling within her.

“Why Minhyuk?” She asked again, her voice barely a whisper but carrying a weight that suddenly seemed too heavy to bear. His silence was answer enough. It echoed the months of lonely nights and fearful days, the unattended messages, the unanswered calls, the unsaid words that should have bridged their distance but instead widened it.

Minhyuk drew in a shaky breath, tears and regret moistening his eyes. He opened his mouth, finally ready to answer, willing to brave the storm of emotions threatening to drown them both. Their borrowed time was ticking away just as their challenging conversation was only getting started.

“I was scared. I… It’s not like I’m away on tour. This is different for both of us. I’m trying, but I’m scared you won’t wait for me,” Minhyuk confessed, his voice echoing vulnerability and fear.

“And that’s why you chose to distance yourself?” she asked, her tone laced with bitterness. “You made the choice for me? You decided I wouldn’t wait without even giving me a chance to decide for myself?”

He looked flustered, a shadow of his usually confident self. “I… I guess I did. I was just trying to protect you, to protect us,” he stammered.

She gave a hollow laugh. “And look how well that turned out.” Her sarcasm was a bitter pill, a harsh realization of their predicament. She breathed deeply, “We weather what comes together, Minhyuk. That’s what love is. You don’t get to decide what I can and cannot handle.”

His gaze met hers once more, tear-streaked but resolute. Silence enveloped them again, but this time, it wasn’t one of confusion or guilt but of understanding and, hopefully, resolve for better communication in their uncertain future.

“How fucking dare you?” She hissed, pointing at him as angered tears brimmed her eyes, “How dare you walk in here and think that just because you fucked me that I’d forgive you? That it would make anything okay? Minhyuk, I waited for you! Months and months! All I got from you were twice-a-week texts when I was lucky and videos of you attending the boy’s concert. How is it okay for me to see you on social media but not in person? Not until last night when you were too horny to control yourself. To actually wake me up like a normal person would.”

She watched as Minhyuk stood there, listening to her anger-filled words. There was a mix of emotions in his eyes - regret, self-reproach, and a deep-seated sadness. He appeared as if her words had physically pained him, but he made no move to defend himself. Instead, he stood there, absorbing each painful accusation, each sniffle, each tear that slipped from her eyes.

Minhyuk raised a shaky hand to his face, brushing away a stray tear from his eye. He watched her momentarily - the woman he claimed to love, yet unintentionally hurt. The silence settled around them, filling the room with tension and desolation.

“We knew from the start, Y/N, it was going to be hard juggling both my career and our relationship,” Minhyuk started, his voice raspy as he tried to steady his breathing, “But I let things spiral out of control. I admit that. Last night…,” he paused, looking away briefly, “Last night was wrong on so many levels. I was selfish, desperate to be close to you again in whatever way possible.”

Slowly, Minhyuk moved towards her, his actions filled with caution, but she did not flinch or move away. Instead, she watched him with tear-filled eyes, her anger dissipating into a silent plea for understanding.

He reached out for her again, testing the waters to see if she would move. His shoulders fell in relief as she allowed his hand to hold hers. It was a silent step in the right direction. Hopeful he was making the right moves.

“I won’t beg for your forgiveness or try to sugarcoat my mistakes. But I need you to know,” he continued, “that I never took you lightly. When I was with the boys, going to concerts, you were always on my mind. I promised you my heart, Y/N, not just my free time.”

She could see the sincerity in Minhyuk’s eyes. It did not heal the breach, but it was a start. There was a lot he needed to explain and make up for. But at least they communicated openly and honestly for the first time in many months. It was a step towards understanding, even if forgiveness was still miles away.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t come to see you. I should’ve told you I was free. I just… I fucked up. I don’t want to lose you. Let me make it up to you. Properly this time. The way you deserve it.”

His words echoed through the room, filled with desperation and regret. He stood before her, stripped of all pretenses, laying bare his emotions. In this moment, humility replaced his usually bold demeanor, and the heartfelt sincerity shone through.

Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her, Y/N couldn’t ignore the genuine regret etched onto Minhyuk’s face. For the first time, perhaps, he truly understood the pain he had caused and the magnitude of his mistakes. Amidst the lingering anger, a feeble spark of compassion ignited in her heart.

Finally, she spoke softly and tentatively, “It’s not about making up, Minhyuk. It’s about change. It’s about understanding what went wrong and ensuring it doesn’t happen again.”

Minhyuk nodded, accepting her terms unconditionally. He pulled her into his arms, his lips kissing her forehead as he always did when he was genuinely sorry.

“I promise, Y/N.” He whispered, his lips unmoving from kissing her forehead. “Come back to bed with me. You have me until tomorrow. I’m all yours.”

With a quiet acknowledgment of her words, he wrapped his arms around her, guiding her toward the bedroom. It was evident that he was full of remorse about what had happened, and he was eager to make things right. He was warm behind her, his body curving naturally against hers.

They moved together in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. The creaky floorboards beneath their feet echoed their tentative steps, and the soft cast of the morning sunlight cast a soft glow on their faces. As they stepped back into the room, the air grew heavy with unspoken words and understanding. The bed was unmade and inviting, a beacon of comfort in the otherwise empty apartment.

The sheets, still warm from their prior slumber, welcomed them in its embrace. He carefully climbed in first, patting beside himself and inviting her to join him. He watched as she hesitantly climbed in next to him, crawling under the covers before turning to face him. His eyes scanned her face, taking in its every contour, every remnant of their shared grief and unspoken understanding.

He closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms. His hold was comforting yet painfully familiar, reigniting the spark that once existed between them. His fingers traced patterns on her skin, a mindless action that used to put her right to sleep. His lips pressed against her forehead in a gentle kiss, an act of apology, of promise.

“I promise, Y/N,” he whispered against her skin, his voice barely audible. The words, laden with sincerity, echoed in the room’s silence. His promise hung heavy in the air, intertwining with the quiet hum of the night. “I - I know my promises may not mean too much to you... but this time is different.”

His hold tightened around her as they lay in the quiet room, his fingers tracing familiar patterns on her skin as she turned her back to him, allowing him to pull her as close as possible, spooning her. Despite his best efforts, sleep refused to claim her. Minhyuk sensed her restlessness, her untold thoughts echoing in the silence that stretched between them.

Deciding to break the silence, he whispered, “Y/N, how have you been?”

“Minhyuk, I’ve been terrible.” Her hesitant breath hitched at his question, and she responded with brutal honesty. The words were strained, and a bitter laugh devoid of humor escaped her lips. She took a calming breath before continuing, “I cry every day, you know. And my coworkers... oh god, the pity in their eyes, Minhyuk. It’s unbearable.” Her voice shivered, her pain bleeding through her words. “Every day I waited for you... hoping for something, anything. But I was met with nothing.”

As she spoke, he felt his heart clench. Each word was like a strike against his chest. His arms instinctively closed tighter around her, an attempt to pull her closer, if possible, to shield her from any more pain. But even as he did so, he realized it was him causing the pain. His promises of change rang hollow in his ears compared to her raw and truthful suffering.

Despite his comforting hold, shared warmth, and the quiet hum of the morning light, sleep continued to elude them. In its stead, guilt, regret, and a longing for repentance again settled over Minhyuk.

Her honest confession shocked Minhyuk, its raw intensity piercing through the fragile silence. Each word she spoke was laden with a bitter agony that stung him to the core. Her reality, shaped by his indiscretions, rocked him to reality. The words ‘terrible,’ ‘crying,’ and ‘pity’ echoed in his mind, searing his heart with a guilt that was becoming increasingly unbearable.

He clung to her desperately, his embrace tightening as if to shield her from the pain he himself had inflicted. Yet each word she uttered, the honesty behind her pain, shattered his illusion of being her protector. Every confession she whispered made him understand that he was not the guardian but the monster from whom she needed protection.

The anguish in his heart welled up, and his eyes welled up with unshed tears, spreading a wet warmth on his cheeks. His breath hitched as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, hoping she wouldn’t hear his silent sobs. The realization, the hard-hitting reality of the pain he had inflicted on her, was a torment he had never predicted.

As sleep remained far from the pair, a wrenching guilt seeped into him, pooling around his heart. He held her close, his apology hanging heavily in the shared silence. His quiet tears continued to soak their shared pillow, a tangible testament to his regret and an act of repentance for his transgressions. Every ticking second, his guilt grew, blossoming into a suffocating remorse that stagnated the air around them.

His guilt reached an unbearable intensity, smothering him under its weight. With shuddering breaths and teardrop-laden eyes, he mustered up the courage to break the silence. Fragile and burdened with regret, his voice was hardly above a whisper, “Y/N... I’m... I’m so sorry.”

The words felt inadequate, a pitiful attempt to convey the ocean of remorse that swam within him. Each syllable chipped away at his composure, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to her. His tears continued to fall, leaving warm trails on his cheeks. The same tears that held no care if they wet her shoulders. His body shook with silent sobs, tremors of guilt that reverberated between them.

“I was... I was wrong,” he admitted, the words a mere breath against her hair. “I hurt you... you didn’t deserve any of this.” The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, his apology tainting the once comforting silence.

He broke further with each word he uttered, a solemn testament to his regret. The guilt within him crackled and ate away at his composure, each ticking second grating at his resolve. Facing the magnitude of his transgressions, he found himself on the precipice of despair, teetering on the edge of a chasm that threatened to swallow him whole.

In his state of desolation, Minhyuk clung to her, desperate for a semblance of stability as he navigated the tumultuous storm of his remorse. The anguished vulnerability that gripped him served as a stark reminder of the path of pain and distress he had inflicted upon her. Absorbed in his spiral of regret, sleep remained a distant echo, replaced by the unending cycle of apologies that streamed from his broken heart. His anguish echoed in the silence, a stark contrast to the harmonious hum of the morning enveloping them.

Taking a shaky breath, he looked up at the ceiling with tear-stained eyes, his voice stuttering in his remorse. “After the fancon... I regretted not coming to see you,” he admitted the words carrying an immense weight of guilt. He could still remember the joy in the fans’ eyes, a stark contrast to the pain he had caused her. “I fucking hated myself.”

His laughter with the fans and the camaraderie he shared with them was a gut-wrenching reminder of the time he could have, should have, spent with her. Was the joy he felt worth the pain he had caused her? The answer was painfully evident.

“I consumed myself in self-hatred for weeks.” His voice was barely a whisper, fervent yet pained. Each word seemed to scrape at his throat as if the vocal embodiment of his regret was just as painful as the emotional turmoil within him. “And I... I got even more scared to message you because I knew... I knew you saw everything. I was scared you’d hate me. That you would realize I was never good for you, that you deserve someone who can give you their time.”

His confession was met with silence, further amplifying the heavy echo of his guilt. His body shook, trembling under the weight of his regret. It was almost as if confessing his remorse carved open wounds within him, the anguish seeping out and staining the silence between them.

Every passing second was a painful reminder of his what he had done, his guilt growing like a malignant tumor within him. His regret had become an unending cycle, suffocating him with remorse to the point where sleep remained a distant desire. His hushed apologies and silent sobs stayed suspended in the air in stark contrast to the harmonic hum of the night, filling the room with an unbearable heaviness.

Lost in his storm of regret, Minhyuk clung to her, yearning for the stability and warmth she always provided him, a stark reminder of what he had so carelessly discarded.

“Say something...please,” he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper in the dense stillness. Despite his trembling form and tear-streaked face, he mustered the courage to break the silence again. The void of her response scared him, the silence morphing into a beast threatening to consume his sanity. He was terrified of losing her, losing the only solace he had known amidst the chaos he had created. “Please Y/N...”

In a desperate attempt to see her reaction, to gauge her feelings, he gently turned her to face him. The sight that met him was as tormenting as the silence. Her features, usually radiant and warm, were dull and tear-streaked, mirroring his own despair. Her silent tears were a stark, painful echo of his actions, of the harm he had caused.

The reality of their shared suffering intensified his guilt, making it an almost tangible presence in the room. His apology felt inadequate, a feeble attempt against the pain he saw mirrored in her eyes. His wrongdoings and choices led them to this point of shared agony. Every tick of the clock reminded him of his actions and the remorse that was now their companion.

The air was heavy, almost tangible, with the weight of his guilt, the despair radiating from him in waves. Sleep remained a distant dream, replaced by the relentless grip of regret tightening around him. The muffled echo of his sobs and the harsh contrast of their anguish against the peaceful morning only highlighted the gravity of the turmoil within them. Clinging to her, he sought solace amidst this storm, the warmth of her presence amidst the cold dread of his regret. The realization of the depth of pain he had inflicted loomed ominously, a cruel taunt of the love he had so recklessly mishandled.

She made an attempt to speak, yet her voice wavered, choked by tears and the overwhelming wave of hurt he had inflicted upon her. The sound, or rather the lack of it, crushed him further. He held her tighter as though the strength of his embrace could blot out the cruel reality of their situation.

“I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he gasped between sobs. Apologies poured from him, a cascade of remorse, grief, and desperation. Each word was a palpable fragment of his guilt, echoing in the oppressive silence of their shared space. His voice was a broken whisper, the raw edge of emotions making it almost inaudible.

“I’ll... I’ll do better,” he promised, clinging to her like a lifeline as if she was the only thing anchoring him in his sea of regret. “I’ll try to... to wrap up early, be home with you... You need - deserve better. More than I’ve given you.”

The admission ripped through him, a brutal acknowledgment of how profoundly he had failed her. The hands that held her trembled, reverberating the aftershocks of his guilt through her. She was crying silently, a damning testament to his actions.

His guilt was a suffocating entity in the room, a hovering ghost casting long shadows over what was once their respite. His hushed promises and tear-laden apologies hung in the air, each a testimony of his pain and regret. His desperation echoed in the cruel morning silence, bouncing off the walls and seeping into every corner of their shared space. It was an inescapable reminder of his recklessness, a stark contrast to the serenity the morning glow, under different circumstances, would usually bring. His hell was one of his own making, a torment born from his choices, his regret a constant companion.

“Maybe... maybe I don’t deserve you, Y/N. Fuck, I definitely don’t deserve you,” he confessed, burying his face in her hair. “But I need you... I can’t do this without you. I’m too selfish to let you go,” he admitted his voice a thread of barely contained anguish. His hands, trembling and unsure, gently cupped her face, his thumb lightly tracing the trail of tears that stained her cheeks. Her anguish, a damning testament of his actions, was clear and evident in the tear tracks. “Is that so wrong? Why am I so fucking selfish with you when I push you away? I’m a monster.”

As if to assuage his guilt and offer a wordless apology, he pressed tender kisses on her forehead, temples, and cheeks, each one a silent vow. His lips lingered a moment longer on each tear-stained spot as if hoping to kiss away the hurt he himself had caused.

The room was filled with his whispered promises, his broken apologies, each word raw and heavy with regret. The atmosphere clung onto each syllable, echoing his desperation throughout their shared space. He clung to her, his lifeline in the turbulent sea of guilt and regret. Her warmth was a harsh reminder of what he stood to lose, of the love he had so foolishly mishandled.

Despite the despair that gripped him, despite the guilt that threatened to consume him, Minhyuk held onto hope. A hope that was encapsulated in her, a hope that she would find it in her heart to forgive him, to give him another chance. Yet, her silence and tears tore at him more painfully than her words ever could. His hell was a torment of his own making, a grave he had dug out for himself with his recklessness and disregard.

Finally, she spoke. Her voice trembled, mirroring her emotions. Wracked with sobs and choked with tears, she uttered, “Minhyuk...”

The sound of his name, laced with so much pain, hurt more than any words of reprimand could. It was a brutal echo of his actions, a painful reflection of the harm he had caused. Yet despite the sting, he clung onto the vestiges of her voice, desperate for any semblance of a response, validation that she was still willing to communicate with him, to give him a chance to repent.

“Do you remember that day at the amusement park, Minhyuk?” she whispered, a hint of nostalgia creeping into her voice. Her voice trembled, telling the tale of a time when they were both younger and less burdened. “You were trying to impress me by winning me that stuffed toy, but you fell into the dunk tank instead. Everyone was laughing... and you... You were soaking wet, shivering, but still grinning like a fool.”

She let out a shaky laugh, a warm yet tormented sound that briefly dispelled the oppressive atmosphere. He found himself chuckling along, the memory of that embarrassing incident being a bittersweet reminder of happier times. Her soft laughter was like a ray of sunlight piercing through storm clouds, illuminating the dark corners of his guilt.

Slowly, the gloom of the room retracts a little. As if the clouds decided they had spent enough time blocking the sun’s shine. Her laughter echoed lightly against the walls, bouncing back to them like a tender caress, a small salve on their shared wounds. Minhyuk closed his eyes, holding onto the sound of her laughter, onto the memory of that day, onto the little bit of hope it offered, and let a careful sigh of relief escape his lips.

“I remember, Y/N... I was drenched, and everyone was laughing. But you...” He pressed closer to her, his laughter dying as he whispered, his voice dropping lower, a thread of emotion weaving through his tone, “You were there, standing up for me, your laughter the brightest thing I had ever heard. I fell for you even more that day.”

The mood had been lightened a bit, but the truth of their situation still loomed heavy around them. Yet, in that moment, they found a shared comfort in a cherished memory, a respite from the storm that still had to be faced. They clung to each other, the story of their past serving as a small beacon of light amidst the darkness of their present.

“I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered again, his voice barely above a breath, a fragile testament to his pain. Drawing her as close as he could, he locked eyes with her. Tears formed watery rims around his eyes, the ghosts of the laughter from their shared memory fading into the wind. “I’m sorry I was a ghost. Everything you worried about and begged for to not happen… it happened, and it was my own fault. It was all me.”

His thumb caressed her cheek gently, wiping away the fresh flood of tears that threatened to spill from her beautiful eyes. The moment’s intimacy, the raw emotion, turned every touch, every whisper into a poignant echo in the hollow silence.

“Kiss me, Minhyuk,” she said. Just as his face neared hers, ready to lose himself in her again, she held up a hand. The words that softly passed her lips gave him pause. Despite the curtain of tears, her eyes had a determined glint, her voice carrying a wavering note of resilience.

Respect for her wishes and his own yearning propelled him to gently press his lips against hers. It was a kiss filled with regret, desperate promises of reformation, and the faint hope of forgiveness. Their shared pain resonated in this exchange, this moment of desperate connection. His guilt, her forgiveness, and their collective hope for a better tomorrow were all locked in this lingering kiss, a poignant denouement to the regret-filled morning.

She gently pulled away from the kiss, her gaze steady yet filled with unshed tears. “Can we... Can we re-do last night?”

The question hung in the air between them, fragile as glass yet as heavy as lead.

His heart swelled in his chest. Was this a chance for redemption? For atonement? He searched her eyes, desperately seeking affirmation, and found his answer in the vulnerable depths of her gaze.

“We don’t have to...” he started, his voice almost a plea, a need to reassure her that there was no obligation, pressure, or expectation. But she silenced him with another kiss, her hands cradling his face.

“I want to... with you,” she said softly, her gaze steadfast on him and her heart bared open. “I want to make love to you, Minhyuk.”

With a shaky breath, Minhyuk nodded, his voice a soft whisper in the silent room. “If that is what you wish, Y/N, I am here,” he assured her, his eyes shining with gratitude and a newfound determination.

He leaned in to gently kiss her neck, trailing his lips down with reverence. His kisses were feather-light, yet they marked her skin with a delicate heat. His fingers traced non-specific patterns on her skin, feeling the familiar warmth beneath his touch. He held her with one arm, using his free hand to explore her physique, treading on the known yet novel territory.

Minhyuk moved cautiously, letting his hands roam over her body, every move a silent question seeking her approval. At each motion, she would hum a soft affirmation, encouraging him to continue. He took his time, savoring every response and every gasp of pleasure that escaped her lips. All he wanted was to make her feel cherished and treasured. Like he should have before.

Her pulse quickened beneath his touch, their breaths hitching in sync. The sound of his name on her lips sounded like a prayer. This time, it was different. It wasn’t about seeking solace or escaping but about reaffirming and reminding each other of the love they once passionately shared.

This intimate moment was a far cry from their previous encounter. There was an eminent sense of respect and a deep understanding of each other’s needs and boundaries. It was about seeking healing, seeking comfort in their shared desire, and assent to rewrite the unwelcome memories of the previous night.

“I love you,” he whispered against her skin, his voice fading into a husky rumble. He dipped his head low, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. She smiled, her eyes filled with unspoken emotions. “You’re so beautiful. A daydream.”

Minhyuk’s breath hitched as his fingers slowly slid down, journeying across her body. His touch was feather-light yet deliberate, tracing the curves of her form with the reverence of a lover enshrined in history, familiar yet intoxicatingly novel.

He carefully slid a hand lower, his fingertips gently grazing through the soft fabric of her undergarment. Her quick breath intake was all the approval he needed to push. Further, his fingers now tracing delicate patterns against her, raising goosebumps of pleasure in their wake.

His other hand cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheekbone in gentle arcs, his gaze locked onto her expression, a silent plea for continued affirmation in her eyes. Her lips parted, releasing a soft moan at his touch, her eyes half-lidded with ecstasy yet still holding that deep trust for him.

His actions were slow and punctuated, each a statement, a question, a request for consent. Time seemed to still to the rhythm of their beating hearts as they journeyed closer to that peak of intimacy, poised on the brink of pleasure and transcendence.

As his digits began to delicately explore her, their shared breaths grew more erratic, the soulful intimacy of the moment amplifying the sensory pleasure. A soft gasp echoed in the room, her hands clutching at his shoulders, a hushed plea of his name creating an orchestra of sounds in the otherwise silent room, adding to the melody of their shared union.

His fingers continued their delicate exploration, rhythms matching the steady rise and fall of her chest, creating a symphony of whispered pleas and strangled gasps. Her hands curled tighter into his shoulders, her breath hitching in sync with his every careful movement.

The room filled with their shared exhales of pleasure; the whispered utterances of each other’s names were a testament to their surrendered control. His attentions only intensified, the deliberate movements of his fingers heightening her pleasure, each apt touch making her arch into his touch.

His focus was intense, his gaze never leaving her face, quietly seeking her consent while noting each expressive tell of her rising pleasure on her face. His name fell from her lips, a whispered plea, her eyes lidded heavy with desire and trust.

She clutched him closer, her fingers digging into his bare skin in response to his skilled attention, each movement bringing her closer to that precipice of breathtaking ecstasy. He could feel her body begin to tighten around his fingers, her breathing ragged.

With a final arch of her back and a hushed gasp of his name, he felt her shatter against his touch, their shared breaths the only sound in the still, moonlit room. The intimacy of their rendezvous echoed in the otherwise quiet space, bearing testament to their tender, healing union.

They lay there together in the immediate aftermath, her body still trembling from the recent onslaught of pleasure. Her breath gradually slowed to match his, their chests rising and falling in sync. For a moment, they simply basked in each other’s presence, the depth of their shared connection enveloping them like a comforting blanket.

Minhyuk pressed gentle kisses to her forehead, cheeks, and nose —respectful, worshipful. His fingertips traced lazy patterns on her skin, each touch further solidifying their undeniable bond. In response to his movements, she entwined her fingers with his and sighed contentedly, her breath fanning over his neck.

“Minhyuk, I... I want more,” she murmured, her gaze locking onto his, filled to the brim with trust and unguarded passion. He hummed in acknowledgment, eyebrows raised in silent question. “Please...”

Visibly taken aback by her words, Minhyuk searched her eyes for any trace of doubt, but all he found was sincere desire and earnest anticipation. As a form of consent, he nodded and pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss before allowing his touch to travel further, intent on satisfying her newfound curiosity.

His fingers slowly began to undo the remaining clothing barriers between them, his gaze never leaving hers, asking for silent affirmation with every button undone; every inch of fabric slipped off her body. The metabolism of his heartbeat mirrored in the anticipation twinkling in her eyes. She reciprocated his efforts, tugging at his boxers, their clothes pooling at their feet.

“Can I...?” she asked, her tone laced with uncertainty as her gaze met his, a mixture of desire and determination etched into her features. He nodded, aware of her unspoken desire, and satuating himself comfortably against the headboard.

She moved to straddle him, her knees dug into the mattress on either side of his hips. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for him; his breath hitched in his chest at the contact. He watched her from beneath half-lidded eyes, noting the flush that spread across her cheeks, the slight shudder that ran through her spine as she began to sink down onto him.

Greater sensation overwhelmed him as she adjusted to him, her pace deliberately slow. His hands moved to rest on her hips, aiding her in finding a rhythm that brought pleasure to them both. Her head fell back, lips parted in a silent moan as her body moved against his, the sound of their mingled breaths filling the room.

Her movement was a dance, beautifully rhythmic and sinfully enticing. Each roll of her hips into his served as a testament to their shared desire, every shared moan a proof of their unspoken passion. She leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss, their bodies meeting each other’s in a rhythm only they understood.

As she set the rhythm, he moved with her, hands traveling the expanse of her bare body, relishing the softness of her skin. His fingers traced the curves and valleys with a sense of awe, fingers dipping into places that earned him soft sighs and gasps of pleasure from her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he managed to say, his low rasp vibrating against her skin, amplifying their ongoing intimacy. His gaze traveled the length of her, taking in her blossoming form, flushing under his touch, half-obscured in the diffused moonlight streaming in through the window. “You are everything to me. My world, my breath, my heartbeat.”

Acknowledgment of his heartfelt compliment was a slight hitch in the movement of her hips and an appreciative nudge against his hands, pressing him to explore further. Her body was a work of art, each movement sinfully enticing, making him hard to resist.

The sight of her, eyes glittering with pleasure, body moving fluidly against his in the most tantalizing way, was nothing short of empowering. He reached up and cupped her face, drawing her down for a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing with the same rhythm their bodies had set. He conveyed his affection, admiration, and reverence through their lips meeting.

She moaned against his mouth, her body arching into his touch, seeking more, offering more. His hands guided her movements, each stroke setting her senses on fire. Desire mounted as their bodies meshed, the fervent connection sending them spiraling toward a climactic crest. His name rolled off her lips in a breathless whisper, a sweet melody to his ears, pushing him further into passionate depths.

As she continued to move, he marveled at the sight of her in the throes of pleasure. His hands explored the expanse of her body. Each touch, each caress, was a silent praise.

“You’re a vision.” he breathed out, his voice heavy with ardor. Her skin, flushed and glowing in the dimly lit room, encouraged him further. His fingers traced the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips; every part of her underneath his hands was a testament to her beauty.

Each roll of her hips against his elicited a low moan from him, each sound spurring her on. His praise, their shared desire, and their intimate connection continued to fuel their actions. She bent down, pressing her lips onto his as she continued to ride him, matching the rhythm of their shared breathing.

Their bodies moved in sync; the feel of her soft skin against his and the expression of pleasure etched on her face was nothing short of intoxicating. He relished in her reaction, watching as she arched her back, lost in the pleasure he was providing her.

When the climax arrived, it was like a wave crashing over them. She cried out his name, her body shuddering with the overwhelming sensation. He followed soon after, his body tensing as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Nothing but their shared breaths filled the room, the sound echoing like a testament to their passion. A shared intimacy that was more than just physical, a bond that was deep and unfathomably profound.

As the waves of pleasure began to decrease and the heightened sensitivity slowly faded, they found each other tangled in a comfortable embrace, their bodies still humming from the recent high. He held her close, her body nestling perfectly against him, their heartbeats synchronizing in the tranquility of the afterglow.

“Are you okay?” he murmured into her hair, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare skin, the intimacy of the question matching the intimacy they had just shared. A simple “Mhm.” was her content response, her warm breath fanning over his chest, lulling him into a sense of serene comfort.

He rolled onto his side, pulling her along with him, tucking her against his body so that her head rested on his chest, right over his heart. His fingers explored her body in a different way now, absent of lust but filled with an overwhelming affection. His touch was tender this time – a worshipful appreciation of her presence and trust in him.

“Promise me,” he began, his voice but a soft murmur seeping into the room’s stillness. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, those usually playful eyes now filled with a seriousness that she rarely saw, “Promise me we’ll always be there for each other like we are now.”

“I promise,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, right above his heart where his promise was undoubtedly echoed. The seriousness of his gaze made her heart flutter, and despite the mild surprise, she knew there wasn’t a single doubt in her mind. His arm around her tightened, a silent acknowledgment of their shared promise.

From then on, it wasn’t just the cuddling or the lingering kisses they shared. It was the unsaid promises and the whispered vows amid silence. It was how he looked at her like she was his entire world. They held each other as if reassuring themselves of the other’s presence. It was the intimacy and the affection that filled the room – something that was long overdue and now would never be lacking again.

“I’m going to miss you, Min.” She uttered. Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as if she was afraid her words might shatter the tranquility of their intimate moment.

Minhyuk let out a soft sigh, his fingers lightly stroking her hair. He didn’t want her to worry about the future, not when they were wrapped up in each other’s arms in the present.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” He murmured, his tone gentle, reassuring. “I’m here tomorrow, too. I’m all yours. We could stay in bed all day, order out if we have to.”

When she nodded against his chest, he continued. “And when I’m done with my service, I will take some time off. We can spend that time together. No distractions, no obligations. Just you and me.”

“Promise?” She asked, her voice quivering slightly, her eyes sparkled with unshed tears at his words, her heart swelling with love and affection for him.

“I promise,” he affirmed without hesitation, tightening his arms around her in a comforting hold. His plans were sincere, a future sculpted around them. His words were an unsaid promise, an understanding that their bond isn’t transitory, just paused for the better. The weight of his words hung in the air, an oath sworn and received, a pledge of a future where their love held prominence.

“And there’s something else I promise,” he said, his voice quiet yet steady as he locked his gaze with hers, a seriousness reflecting in his usually playful eyes. He took a deep breath as if gathering his courage before continuing. “When I’m done serving, and I’m back, I... I want to marry you.”

The words sunk into the room’s silence, like a stone thrown in a still lake, leaving ripples of reactions on her face. His proposal was straightforward and earnest, a confession that came from the depths of his heart. He was offering a future, not of doubts but of certainty. He was offering a life together to brave any storm that would come their way.

“I’ve thought about this for a while,” he admitted, his arms holding her closer. “I know it’s a big decision, and I don’t want you to rush your answer.” He sighed, his thumb gently brushing a tear away that had trickled down her cheek. “I want you to be sure.”

“But yeah,” he continued, his voice quieter now. “I’m selfish. I want you by my side. Your presence and support… mean more to me than anything else. I want us to face the future together, no matter how tough the tides get. I want us to stand together, always.”

His confession was an admittance of his feelings, indicating the depth of their relationship. Despite his remark about being selfish, it was anything but that. His words were sincere, representing a pure soul who loved unconditionally. The promise was less of an assurance and more of a humble request stemming from intense love and admiration for her.

“What do you think?” Minhyuk asked, his voice heavy with anticipation, his eyes searching hers for an answer. He wanted to know her thoughts and feelings about this proposal and their future together.

“I think we’re going to have a beautiful future together,” she responded, her voice filled with a rare kind of certainty. A soft smile stretched across her face, her eyes twinkling with joy. She’d been waiting for him to voice these words for a long time.

“I cannot wait to find out,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. Minhyuk felt a surge of joy, a relief washing over him. He pulled her closer into an embrace, one that was light with promise and happiness. They cuddled together and held each other close, letting the silence encase them as they reveled in the promise of a future together.

Their story concluded on a hopeful note; the future was uncertain, but their feelings for each other were not. The promises they made and the love they shared overshadowed everything else. The true story was just beginning, a journey of two souls intertwined, bound by a promise of a lifetime.

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Changkyun As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

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When you and Changkyun get a couple tattoo, he will love to touch it and take cute pictures of the two of you together. He will even set your couple photos as his lockscreen, and he will smile widely every time he opens his phone. He will be so proud of your couple tattoo, and he will love to show it off to everyone. He will tell everyone how much he loves you, and he will always be grateful for the special bond that you share. Your couple tattoo will be a constant reminder of your love for each other, and it will bring you closer together. It will be a symbol of your commitment to each other, and it will be a source of happiness for both of you.

He will set his photos as your lockscreen without you knowing it. and once you open your phone and you will see his face smiling back at you. You will be surprised and touched by his gesture, and you will know that he loves you very much. He will do this because he wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up and the last thing you see before you go to sleep. He wants you to think of him every time you use your phone. When you see his face on your lockscreen, you will feel loved and appreciated. You will know that he is thinking of you, and you will feel closer to him.

He loves to send you cute texts, asking you about your day and telling you how much he misses you. He will often start his texts with "How was your day, baby?" or "I miss you so much." He will also tell you to take care of yourself and to eat and rest. He knows that you are busy, but he wants to make sure that you are taking care of yourself. He wants you to be happy and healthy, and he will always be there for you. His texts are always full of love and affection. He will often use pet names like "baby" or "honey" to show how much he cares about you. He will also send you pictures or videos of himself to make you smile.

He will prepare a date with you, making sure that he doesn't mess up. Even though you've been together for more than a year, he will still be nervous. He will want to make this date perfect for you, and he will want to show you how much he loves you. He will start by planning the perfect location. He will want to take you somewhere that is special to both of you, or somewhere that he knows you will love. He will also plan the perfect activities, making sure that you will have a fun and memorable time. On the day of the date, he will be so nervous that he might even be shaking. But he will take a deep breath and remind himself that he loves you and that you will love the date. During the date, he will tell you how much he loves you and how lucky he feels to be with you. He will also let you hear a song that he created for you. The song will be a beautiful expression of his love, and it will make you feel so special. By the end of the date, you will know how deep his feelings are for you. You will also know that he is the one for you.

He will give you sudden hugs everywhere when he feels like he wants to. This man will be so soft only for you. Sometimes, he will hug you from behind when you are cooking in the kitchen. Other times, he will hug you from the front when you are sitting on the couch watching a movie. He might even hug you from the side when you are walking down the street. No matter where he hugs you, you will feel his love and affection. He will hold you tightly and squeeze you gently. He will whisper sweet nothings in your ear and tell you how much he loves you. You will melt in his arms every time he hugs you. You will feel so safe and secure, and you will know that you are loved. Changkyun is a soft-hearted man, but he is only soft for you. He is strong and protective with everyone else, but he is gentle and loving with you. He knows that you are his soft spot, and he cherishes you more than anything in the world. If you are lucky enough to have Changkyun in your life, cherish him. He is a rare gem, and he will love you unconditionally.

Every time he sees you, he greets you with his lovely smile and says, "Miss me?" He knows that his smile makes you blush, and he loves to see your face turn red as a tomato. Changkyun's smile is one of the things that you love most about him. It's so genuine and heartwarming, and it always makes you feel happy. He is a truly kind and loving person, and you are so lucky to have him in your life.

This man is smart, you will wonder how he can be so smart. He reads you like he reads a book. He understands you and all your problems really well. You don't need to hide anything from him, he'll know right away when you're not in good condition. He can tell when you're feeling down, even if you try to hide it. He can see the changes in your body language, and he can hear the changes in your tone of voice. He knows you better than you know yourself, and he always knows how to make you feel better. He is always there for you, no matter what. He will listen to you when you need to talk, and he will offer you his advice. He will never judge you, and he will always be there to support you. You are so lucky to have him in your life. He is a true friend, a loving partner, and a wise advisor. You can always count on him, and he will always be there for you.