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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). do not copy, spin-off, or write inspired work based off of this fanfic without full permission to do so. ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

̶﹒⊹﹒ʏᴇs, ɪ ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs  ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sʟɪᴍᴍᴇʀ,  ！،، 🌌  𖥻 𓂃 ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴀʀsᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ╰╮ 🌑

  In an instant, Felix was melting against him, letting Minho’s mouth envelop him. Letting Minho’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, sucking gently. Letting Minho’s tongue prod and press, until the space between his teeth was opening and Minho was getting a taste of Felix. 

  At the feel of his tongue swiping against his, Felix let out the tiniest of groans. It drove Minho crazy, just at the sound of the high-pitched noise. And soon, his hands were skirting down the length of Felix’s wet clothes, grabbing ahold of his ass and squeezing there. Felix reached up, fingers brushing against the nape of Minho’s neck. Then he was holding onto his dark locks, as Minho hoisted Felix up into his arms. 

  Soon, Felix had his legs wrapped around Minho’s waist, as the older man pressed kiss after passionately-crazed kiss to his lips. He was pushing through his bedroom door, holding onto the blonde’s ass with a strong grip as they tumbled onto his bed. 

  And then they were separating, and Minho was staring down at Felix’s parted lips, at the way they were already slightly kiss-swollen, and his eyes were open, his pupils blown wide. Chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, Felix’s hands were still in Minho’s hair, as he began to pull him down again. 

  “Wait,” Minho said, his stern voice cutting through the thick heat that was rising between them. He stared down at Felix, at his soaked-through state. “You still need to change. Let me get you some clothes.” 

  Minho yanked away from Felix on the bed entirely, going to his closet and digging through piles of clothes until he found something suitable. Minho also grabbed a towel that was hanging across his closet door. Raising the oversized t-shirt in the air, he presented it to Felix. “Good?” He asked, knowing that Felix was quite a fashionista when it came to outfits. 

  Nodding silently, Felix rose from the bed, beginning to shed his wet clothes. First came the hoodie, which revealed a chiseled chest and hard ab lines. Felix took the towel that was perched in Minho’s hand, drying his torso as he shucked off his sweatpants next. 

  And his soaked boxers came with them.

  Swallowing around the dry lump forming in his throat, Minho didn’t look away. He watched, as Felix’s eyes moved from the shirt he was holding in his hand, to Minho. 

  “I don’t see why I have to wear this, you’re just gonna fuck me out of it anyway.” 

  Raising an eyebrow, Minho folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the bathroom’s doorway. “Who said anything about me fucking you?” 

  Frowning, the light in Felix’s eyes completely drained away. “Oh- I just thought-“

  “Stop thinking, Lixie,” Minho started, gesturing behind him to the bathroom. “And get in the shower with me.” 

  Minho watched in barely-hidden amusement, as the redness of a blush crept up the length of his neck and into his cheeks. Turning beet red, he nodded quickly and followed Minho into the bathroom. His eyes grew a little wide when Minho closed the door behind them and locked it. 

  “Why are you locking the—“

  “Well, if I’m gonna fuck you, we don’t want anyone else to walk in on us, right?” Minho said, giving Felix a dark smirk as he began to shed his wet clothes. They weren’t as drenched as Felix’s, but it was a quick relief when they were off and he was turning the shower’s hot water on. 

  Staring up at Minho with squinted eyes, like he was trying to read him, Felix pouted just a tiny bit. “I thought you just said that you weren’t gonna-”

  But Minho didn’t let him finish, instead removing his boxers and taking the breath right out of Felix’s lungs. Grabbing ahold of the blonde’s ass, Minho moved the both of them into the shower. The hot water hitting his back was an immediate relief. “One thing you should know about me, Felix— don’t believe everything I say.” 

  Grabbing ahold of the shampoo bottle, Minho squirted an ample amount in both of his hands, before he was rubbing half of it into Felix’s locks and the rest into his. Then, he was positioning Felix under the shower head, running his fingers through his hair with the sudsy shampoo. 

  “So I shouldn’t have believed you then- when you told me you just wanted to be friends…” Felix grumbled, sticking his tongue out in agitation. 

  Minho’s focus dragged away from the blonde’s hair and locked with Felix’s eyes again. His fingers dug a little deeper into Felix’s scalp, pulling at the roots just a little bit and watching as the younger’s mouth fell open slightly. So he was still into hair pulling... good to know. “Don’t be a brat, Lixie,” Minho started, as he finished rinsing the shampoo out of both their hairs. “And besides, we can still be friends.” 

  “Yeah, but friends don’t fuck each other.” 

  “Says who?” Minho raised a dark eyebrow Felix’s way, noticing how the bathroom was fogging up from the heat of the water and their bodies. He took an ample amount of conditioner and slapped it onto both of their heads. 

  “Uhm— like, the entire world.” 

  Minho stayed quiet after that, letting the sound of the shower running and the bathroom fan take over the conversation as he focused on getting the conditioner out of their hair. “Since when do you care about what the world thinks?” Minho asked, running his hands across Felix’s shoulders and waist with a bar of lavender-scented soap. 

  “Well, I know you do.” 

  “Nah— I’m over that shit. I love who I love, and I won’t apologize for it.” 

  After that, there was a long bout of silence. Minho’s gaze was focused on Felix’s smooth skin, how good it felt underneath his fingertips, and how pretty Felix’s body looked— all flushed from the hot water of the shower. 

  Before Minho’s hands could migrate down his body any lower, Felix caught hold of them and held them close to his chest, forcing Minho’s eyes to lock with his for what felt like the millionth time that night. “What… what do you mean by that?” His voice was so quiet and wavering, like if he spoke any louder, he would wake up and realize all of it was a dream. “Minho— please, tell me because I—”

  “First of all, stop begging me all the time. It’s making me go fucking insane,” Minho was changing their positions again so that Felix’s back was pressed against the shower wall. He was hoisting Felix up into his arms until they were in the same position from before with the younger’s legs wrapped around his waist. Except this time, he could feel every muscle of his, and how Felix’s cock grew stiffer with each second that passed. “Second, I love you. Always have, always will. But I was just too worried about other's opinions and too much of a coward to actually admit it.”

  Then their mouths were coming together again, creating a clash of teeth and lips and tongues. Minho swallowed every one of Felix’s moans. “I-” Felix began in a breathless tone, “love-” Minho bit down a little harder on his bottom lip, surely leaving a bruise there, “you too.” 

  And after that, everything turned into a blur of feverish kisses and heaving moans. And soon, they both found themselves out of the shower and clean, dried off, and tumbling into bed. 

  Caging Felix into his space once more, Minho’s hands landed on either side of the bed near Felix’s shoulders, as he stared down at him and the way he squirmed under the attention. 

  “Please, fuck me— please Minho— been wanting it for so long. Wanna suck on your cock, want you to breed me again, just like before, please— make me yours-” The callbacks to their past together drove something inside Minho to go a little feral- memories from their childhood flashing across the front of his mind for just a second... 

  of Felix's legs spread across the kitchen counter as Minho fucked into him, of Felix bent over in the shower, hands braced against the wall and back arched as he took Minho's brutal backshots, of the feeling of Felix shooting his cum deep inside Minho after he had teased and rode his cock for hours one night. 

  Reaching down, Minho’s thumb brushed against the corner of Felix’s kiss-swollen lips, across his pink-tinged freckled cheeks and underneath his eyelashes. Minho watched in silence, studying the blonde male underneath him as his eyes sparkled with emotion and the tears ran down his cheeks in tiny increments. 

  “I can fuck you, if you want me to…” Minho started, leaning down into his space and pressing a few kisses against Felix’s sharp jaw. Then he was trailing his way down Felix’s neck, sucking pretty violet marks into his skin. “Breed you, if you want me to…” Then he was nearing Felix’s collarbone, tongue darting out and swiping against soft flesh there just as he bared his teeth and took a hard bite out of Felix. The pain, followed by the loving kiss right afterward, made Felix shriek in delight. “I can fill you up so much with my cum, you’ll be bleeding and oozing with it for days… but only if you want me to.” 

  Then Minho’s mouth was hovering above Felix’s bare chest, staring down at the way his shallow breaths rose and fell with each bit of air the younger man sucked in. If Felix called everything off at that moment and decided he wanted Minho to stop things, Minho would. He’d do anything for Felix, anything. 

  But Minho watched in halted silence, as Felix’s head was shaking in agreement. As his pupils were blowing wide again and he was sucking in his bottom lip to keep all the sounds he wanted to make inside. “P-Please— I’ll do anything… just fuck me again, Lee Minho.” 

  After he got the green light, Minho’s legs were tightening a little harder around Felix’s waist. He reached up to Felix’s mouth, unhooking his bottom lip from between the hold of his teeth. “Don’t hold back, baby boy— I wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make for me... the ones I got used to hearing all those years ago.” Just at his words alone, Felix was letting out a high-pitched moan, bucking his hips by the tiniest bit. 

  Minho’s hands skirted down Felix’s body again, until one was gripping onto his hip and the other was covering his nipple. Then, Minho opened his mouth, dropping his jaw and placing his entire mouth over Felix’s nipple. Instantly, upon the contact with Minho’s tongue, Felix was groaning in pleasure and grabbing onto Minho’s locks for stability. 

  Fingers tweaking his other nipple, Minho’s tongue began to twirl around his pert bud, licking and lapping and playing. Doing all the things he had dreamed of, for so fucking long, doing all the things he knew would make Felix go crazy- just like before. Beginning the path down to destruction. 

  But this time, at the end of the path was Felix. And the beautiful relationship Minho wanted to have with him. And he’d do anything to get to that point- sacrifice anything and anyone to live in happiness and peace with the eternal love of his life. 

  Minho played with Felix just like that, for a long bout of time. He teased his chest, going back and forth between each of his nipples. And when Felix told him to bite down, he did. He did everything Felix wanted of him — gave him everything he could — gave him it all and then some. 

  He loved the way he was reacting to his movements, how he was squirming underneath his hold each time his lips suckled and kissed. And by the time he was finished, and his attention was finally off of Felix’s chest, the blonde's pert nipples were red and flushed- swollen from all of the attention that Minho gave it in their bout of ravenous love-making. 

  “What more do you want, baby?” Minho asked, as he rose his head up from Felix’s chest and found his lips again in the dimness of his room. The only light in the vicinity of the place was streaming in from the slight crack of the bathroom door. The warm, faint glow bathed Felix in an ethereal kind of brilliance, making him seem more otherworldly than he usually was. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.” 

  Then Felix was parting from Minho’s lips again, and the older man was stealing the breath right out of his lungs as he began to speak. “T-Touch me— please. Need to feel your hand wrapped around my cock.” 

  So that’s just what Minho did. Whatever Felix wanted, he’d do. As his gaze stayed locked with Felix’s, his hands migrated from their places. He placed one behind Felix’s head, cradling the back of his head as his digits sunk into his blonde locks. His other hand slowly traveled down the length of Felix’s body, until his fingertips were coming in contact with the single most thing he had wanted to feel again for so many fucking years. 

  He found hardness there, soft skin, and a copious amount of precum. Slowly, Minho skirted his hand around the tip of Felix, reveling in the way that he fit so perfectly in his hand. Minho had almost forgotten how much he loved the weight of Felix's cock in his hand. Almost. Then he began to palm him completely, gradually trailing his hand up and down Felix’s shaft. 

  With each pull of his fingers, Felix grew a little more restless underneath Minho. Like he was already about to come and was forcing himself to hold it in. Each time Minho brushed a gentle thumb against his slit, Felix blurted out a loud cry. It sounded like a mix of overstimulation and sinful desire. 

  Every time Minho touched Felix’s bare skin, he could feel the desire building in the pit of his stomach. Like a dangerous kind of monster, his core was constricting with each movement of Felix’s hips. With each buck that he took, into Minho’s palm. Minho could feel his own cock growing stiffer by the second, pulsing between his legs and just aching to be used. 

  “Are you about to come? Already?” Minho taunted, stroking Felix’s cock with a little firmer grip just for good measure. The sound of Minho's sultry voice and the pull on his sensitive flesh did something to the younger male because he was throwing his head back onto the pillow and sighing out a string of curses. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already on the edge— must’ve been pretty pent up, yeah?” 

  That got Felix nodding quickly, as his eyes ripped open and he stared at the way Minho’s grip was so perfect over his hardness - the way he was teasing him so flawlessly, smudging his precum everywhere. “I-I couldn’t ever get off properly… never felt right, when others would fuck me, i-it’s why I let so many people have me... ‘Cause I was seeking you out, the whole time.” 

  Felix’s confession did something funny to Minho’s heart, made it skip a few beats and squeeze delightfully in his chest. Then, a sardonic kind of grin was spreading across his face, as he leaned into Felix’s frame and pressed a few wet kisses to his sternum. “Oh yeah? What else are you seeking from me right now, Pixie? What else do you want?” He used the old nickname that was only ever between them, the one from their childhoods when they'd fuck like rabid animals all over Felix's house.

  “F-Finger me. Please.” He didn’t even give it another thought, blurting the first thing that had probably been on his mind for a very long time.

  “Why?”  Minho’s voice trailed off, even after he was trailing away from Felix’s space and rummaging around in his nightstand drawer for his bubblegum-flavored lube. “You want me to prep you for my cock, or something?” 

  “Y-Yes please.” 

  When Minho turned back to Felix with the bottle of lube and a condom in tow, he almost collapsed on the spot at the sight of Felix sprawled out so perfectly on his bed. All messy blonde locks spewed across Minho’s pillow, nipples oh so very red and swollen, and cock pressed against his stomach, just begging to be played with. 

  “You’re saying things so nicely— makes me wanna force you to beg for it, though.” Then Minho was getting onto the bed again, straddling Felix’s hips as his fingers neared the younger’s mouth. “Open, doll. And suck.” 

  Like always, the perfect little angel did what he was told. Sucking on Minho’s fingers like they were the tastiest lollipop in the world. And when Minho pulled them out of his mouth, he mewled in protest. But he wasn’t upset for long, upon watching Minho drip a good bit of lube onto his saliva-slick fingers. 

  Hand trailing across Felix’s body again, Minho caged him in with his other arm, breathing into the side of his neck and sucking a red mark into his exposed flesh there. “Relax, okay? Just take some deep breaths for me, babydoll.” And just as he was sucking in a gasp, Minho was fitting two fingers into Felix's warmth. 

  Almost instantly, Felix was stretching against Minho’s fingers, clenching in just the right ways. It made Minho’s cock ache— to fill him up with it and feel that clenching around his throbbing skin. But instead of doing that just yet, he gradually slipped a third finger into Felix. 

  Felix reached out, grabbing ahold of Minho’s arm that was positioned between his legs. His eyes were wide open, pink lips parted, and neck red. 

  Minho studied his face, the way his brows were furrowed, and how he had lost his breath. “Want me to stop? If it’s too much,  you can just say baby boy-”

  “N-No! Don’t stop. F-Feels… so good, you stretching me out like this-” Felix cried out, flopping his head back onto the pillow just as Minho slipped in another finger. He was up to four and had little to no resistance against Felix’s heat. “But… need more, please. Please- Daddy.” 

  Minho could tell that the name came out involuntarily. Like Felix was used to saying it during sex when he was getting fucked by random college dudes, and it was common to slip from his tongue. It did something to Minho’s brain, made the synapses in his mind short-circuit just a tiny bit. Brought him back to days past, when Minho would spank him and make him cry, make him ride his thigh in defiance, and beg him with the same name over and over again, just to get off. 

  “Oh, so I’m daddy again, huh?” Minho taunted, fucking his fingers in and out of Felix a little more rougher this time. Pulling a mix of a moan and curse from the blonde underneath him. 

  “God— yes. And I need you to fuck me right now, daddy. Need your cock inside me or I think I’ll actually die,” Felix begged prettily, his mouth opening and tongue lolling out in ecstasy as Minho twisted his fingers up into that gooey spot inside of him. "Been... Been wanting to feel your cock again for fucking years- want you to stretch me out and ruin me, daddy..." 

  Raising a quizzical eyebrow Felix’s way, Minho stared down at him with a dark look. Then his mouth was nearing his chest again, tongue teasing Felix’s nipple. “A little demanding now, aren’t we? You must want my cock pretty badly.” He was biting down on Felix’s flesh then, in tandem with the way his long fingers stroked inside of his warmth. 

  All Felix could do was nod in reply, his head bobbing up and down. And right then, Minho envisioned what it’d be like for Felix to give him a blow job— lips parted around his cock and losing his breath as Minho hit the back of his throat. 

  “Fine, I guess I’ll stuff you with my cock.” Minho said in a lilting, deep voice. Pretending like he didn't want to do it- teasing Felix and acting like he hadn't thought about that very thing for years on end. He was mocking Felix, that much they both knew. Because Felix was well aware of how badly Minho wanted him— it was apparent by how much Minho’s cock was leaking precum, by how flushed his neck was. 

  So after that, Minho was yanking his fingers out of Felix. Much to the younger’s surprise, who cried out at the absent feeling inside of him. Then Minho’s teeth were ripping into the package of the condom. But before he could fit it around his length, Felix was reaching out and stopping him. 

  “When I said I wanted you to breed me, I fucking meant it. Want all of your cum, daddy. Please… give it to me.” His words were very convincing, and before he could even realize what he was doing, Minho was setting the condom to the side. 

  Instead, he began fisting his cock with more lube. Lathering the sweet liquid around his hot skin. Then, without any warning, he was stuffing his fingers into Felix’s mouth. Forcing him to suck on them, to taste himself on Minho’s hand, and get overwhelmed by the smell of sweet bubblegum. 

  Soon, Minho was lining his cock up to Felix’s middle. And it felt like his warmth was sucking him in, just begging to be fucked. So that’s exactly what Minho did. Slowly, he began to sink into Felix. His walls felt delicious around Minho’s length, hugging him in just the right way. And before he even knew it, he was filling the blonde up to the hilt. His hips were meeting Felix’s ass, as his hands grabbed ahold of his waist and pulled him closer.

  Felix whined at the stretch, and Minho caught the way his eyes clouded with unshed tears. His cheeks were painted a deep shade of red as he bit down on his lips to hold himself back. 

  “Does it hurt too much?” Minho asked, concern painting his tone as he read the expression on Felix’s face. It was a mix of halted euphoria and pain. 

  “N-No, it’s okay. I just… need to get used to the size again,” Felix said with a tiny bit of hesitation. Then his eyes were rolling into the back of his skull, his neck becoming exposed as Minho slowly drew out of him. “E-Everyone I’ve ever been with is always… so much smaller.”

  At that, Minho was gradually burrowing himself back into Felix, beginning to fuck him into silence. “Glad I’m helping you remember, then.” He chuckled darkly, his nails digging into the skin of Felix’s waist that would surely leave little red crescent shapes in his flesh later. 

  Then Minho set the pace a little faster. As Felix’s muscles relaxed and he got accustomed to Minho’s size, the older man began to go a little harder with his thrusts. The sounds of lube and precum mixing were delicious, and as Minho began to fuck him with more vigor, their skin slapping against each other rang out against the room’s walls. 

  Felix met his thrusts beautifully, shoulders heaving with each heavy breath he took. Minho leaned into his space, capturing the skin of his collarbone between his teeth and sucking on the sensitive flesh there. A scream thundered out of Felix then, as Minho drove his cock in a little faster. 

  “F-Fuck! Feels so good daddy…” Felix yelled out in between the sound of them making love. 

  Minho smiled against his skin, as he yanked away from Felix and stared down at the space between their bodies. Where they were meeting together so flawlessly, so wonderfully and sinfully. “Look at you…” Minho started, as his hands moved away from Felix’s hips and gradually settled against his knees, forcing his legs open so that he had better access to his warmth. “You’re pretty little hole is taking me so well— stretching around my cock so beautifully. Like it was meant to be filled with me.” Minho hit up into Felix, plowing his length into that gooey spot that he knew was inside of the blonde. 

  Instantly, Felix was arching his back off of the bed, tiny beads of tears running down his cheeks at the mix of overstimulation and ecstasy. “God— just like that, keep fucking me just like that!” The words punched out of him, as he swiveled his hips down against Minho’s cock, meeting his thrusts halfway. Felix clawed out at Minho, fingers finding their way behind his back. They skirted down Minho’s spine, sending gooseflesh across his entire body. Then Felix’s nails were digging into the flesh of his ass, holding him close with each thrust. 

  “You close, babydoll?” Minho asked, grabbing ahold of the back of Felix’s knees just a little bit, holding him more open so he could stuff his cock into his pretty little hole. 

  Felix was biting down on his lips, nodding frantically. “Y-Yeah, real close.” He muttered breathlessly. Then one of his hands was breaking away from holding onto Minho’s ass and traveling down his body to tweak his sensitive red nipples. 

  Just then, Minho looked down at Felix’s neglected cock and got a wicked idea in his head. He reached down, taking ahold of it with his lube-covered fingers and beginning to tease it with a pulling gesture. The dual stimulation drove Felix crazy, as he let out a loud moan, and his walls tightened around Minho’s cock. 

  Minho could feel his release coming rapidly across the path of his desire. And soon, his cock was seizing up inside of Felix, and his veins were lighting up with fire. Breath heaving in and out of his chest, he chased his high and fucked his way up into Felix the hardest he had ever done in his entire life.

  “Goddamn it! I’m so close!” Felix cursed out loud, squirming in Minho’s hold, cock throbbing against the elder's palm.

  A bloodcurdling groan escaped past Minho’s lips then, as he finally found the cliffside edge of his undoing. He pumped himself dry inside of Felix, feeling his cum dripping against the younger’s walls in streaks of beautiful white. Then, as quickly as he had come, he was yanking out of Felix and watching the cum ooze out of his hole. And without any warning, Minho was moving up against Felix’s body, ass hovering over his face. 

  Felix already knew what he was about to do, the experienced little slut. So he slacked his jaw completely, tongue hanging out of his mouth like a rabid dog in heat as Minho stuffed his cock down his throat. Instantly, Felix’s tongue was lapping at his tip, swallowing the taste of cum and lube down like a champ. 

  “Holy shit— you feel so good like this… keep sucking on my cock just like that, baby boy…” Minho muttered, as his wet fingers traveled down between his legs and prodded at his own warmth. He could feel Felix’s hands grip his ass once more, guiding Minho’s hips atop his face as he sucked on his cock. 

  Soon, spit was drooling out of Felix’s parted lips. And the sight of his mouth stuffed full of Minho’s cock was almost enough to make him bust all over again. Felix swallowed around his length beautifully, the tears clouding the corners of his eyes as Minho hit the back of his throat. 

  “Fuck— I’m gonna come again…” Minho hissed out between gritted teeth, fucking his cock between Felix’s pretty red lips a little harder than before. At the feeling of the elder's length growing tight again with his coming release, Felix’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull. “A-Argh, fuck baby, swallow me just like that…” 

  He was bursting inside Felix’s mouth soon after, the cum exploding inside his ethereal mouth and dripping down the side of Felix’s lips. He swallowed every last drop, smiling up at Minho with hooded eyes and a pleased look on his face.

  “Gonna ride you now— dance on your cock until you cum too.” Minho rasped out, giving Felix a wicked grin because this whole time, he knew the younger hadn’t found his release yet. 

  “I-I-” The blonde started to say, but then Minho was moving down on his body again, widening his hole with his wet fingering and grabbing ahold of Felix’s rock-hard length. Minho grabbed ahold of the base, sinking onto it with ease. “F-Fuck— oh my fucking god Minho, you feel so good…” Felix moaned out so loudly, that Minho was sure the neighbors could hear. 

  But in that moment, he didn’t give a damn what anyone else might be hearing or thinking. Instead, his hands found their purchase around Felix’s neck, squeezing there, underneath his jaw, just the tiniest bit as he began to swirl his hips against Felix’s. 

  “Oh my god- you fill me up so well,” Minho cried, throwing his head back at the feeling of Felix hitting that gooey spot inside of him. And it didn’t take long for Felix to grab ahold of his hips and begin drilling his length into him. “Can’t believe I wanted this long to dance atop your cock.” Minho said with a sinful kind of laugh, squeezing Felix’s neck just a little bit tighter. 

  Felix was so close, that Minho could see it on his face. Read it in the way his brows furrowed and his muscles seized underneath Minho. So Minho held on a little tighter to his neck, squeezing the tiniest bits of breath out of Felix. He mewled at the feeling, the tip of him throbbing between Minho’s walls. 

  “Can I cum inside?” The words came out of Felix’s mouth one by one, in tandem with each of Felix’s thrusts. And when Minho was nodding his head in a yes, Felix was squeezing his eyes shut and his shoulders were beginning to shake. “Oh god— I get to cum inside of you, oh fuck—”

  Just the thought of doing so must’ve done Felix in for one. Because soon, he was bursting against Minho’s walls. Minho could feel the ripples of the cum drip inside of him, as he moved back and forth atop his cock, milking Felix dry. Felix was a mess of limbs and desire underneath him, as Minho held onto his neck and watched him come undone in a delightfully angelic kind of way. 

  His entire body trembled with delight and a deep set of cries rang out from between his lips. And when he was done coming, Minho didn’t pull off of him. Instead, he laid against Felix’s chest and leaned up, offering him a few gentle kisses. 

  “What if I told you I wanna live like this forever— with your cock stretching my walls all day long?” Minho asked in a deep voice, he was only partly joking. He was staring into Felix’s eyes, reading all the emotions there and the way he had so much love for Minho in that instance. 

  Hands trailing up to his dark locks, Felix brushed aside some of the ones that had fallen into Minho’s line of sight, tucking them behind his ear. “I’d probably call you crazy. But then, I’d say— same,” Gradually, his hands danced across the length of Minho’s spine, making his skin tremble a tiny bit. “Sadly, we can’t do that. But I guess it just means— we’ll need to fuck each other a lot more from now on, right?” 

  With a heavy sigh, Minho began to sit up and pull off of Felix’s cock. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that…” He said, offering Felix a big smile. The blonde’s entire focus was on him, eyes glimmering in the darkness of the room. 

  But before Minho could do - or say - anything else, Felix was reaching between them. His fingers were finding the warmth between Minho’s legs and were pushing up into his entrance. Slowly, he worked the cum and lube back into Minho’s puckered hole. 

  Minho breathed in deeply, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of Felix’s small fingers touching his sensitive rim. “Wh-What the fuck do you think you’re doing, mister?” 

  Felix shrugged nonchalantly, but the dark grin plastered across his face was devious. Showing that he knew exactly what he was doing. “So, what? We both can’t breed each other?” He laughed, his fingers pulling away from Minho finally as the older man collapsed against his chest. 

  Rolling his eyes, Minho turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Felix’s shoulder. “I never said that…” 

  “Okay, so then shut up.” 

  “Wow, you’re so mean to me. So bratty, and for what?!” Minho said in a light voice, running a hand through his sweaty black locks and pretending like he was offended. 

  “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was a crime to wanna stuff my cum into my boyfriend’s hole,” Felix said, rolling his eyes dramatically. 

  At his words, Minho stopped in his tracks. His heart froze in place in his chest, as he stared up at Felix with wide eyes. “Is that… what we are now?” 

  “Do you want it to be true?” 

  “Well… what do you think I want?” 

  Felix’s nimble digits trailed into Minho’s hair, playing with the dark strands. His gaze slid over to meet the older male’s again, as a tiny smirk cracked his resolve. “I think… you wanna fuck me all the time, and you want me all to yourself. And there’s no way you’d allow anyone else to have me after tonight.” 

  Tilting his head to the side, Minho moved upwards to press a fervent kiss to Felix’s lips. “All of those things are true,” he started, his kisses traveling to Felix’s warm cheeks and the tip of his nose. “But I also wanna share everything else with you too… all of our thoughts, your happiness and sadness. Every bit of life, I want to experience with you.” 

  “Lee Minho. Do not make me cry right now. Not after we just had mind-blowing sex.” Felix said in a deadpan kind of voice, glaring across the small expanse between them. 

  “Why? I love making you cry for me…” Minho taunted, darting his tongue out and swiping it across the edge of Felix’s lips. 

 “Oh, I see— so that’s why you never stopped me from getting emotional in front of you all the time before…” Felix said in an annoyed tone, taking a sharp inhale at the feel of Minho’s teeth scraping across his bottom lip. “Minho, don’t even start.” He knew what Minho was doing, and yet he was already moving their positions again. With some large effort, Felix managed to flip them over, so that Minho was below him and Felix was straddling his hips. 

  “What? Can I not overstimulate my boyfriend?” The term felt foreign on Minho’s lips, especially when it pertained to Felix. Even still, he grabbed ahold of the blonde’s shoulders and brought his face close to his again. “I want everything with you, even the overstimulated parts.” 

  Puffing out an annoyed sigh, Felix looked at Minho with dark eyes. “You’re trying to get me horny again, aren’t you?” 

  “Is it working…?” 

  “Yes. Now turn around and get on your hands and knees, so can eat your pretty ass out.” 

  After that, Minho needed no further convincing. Because how sweet it was, to fall in love and be dating a switch in bed just like you. The roles were always flipping and reversing, and that was the best part about it all. 

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

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[allthefoolishdreams]

you are strange, my love

fandom: skz

pairing: minlix

rating: t

chapters: (incomplete)

summary:

“That doesn’t belong to you.” He shuts his eyes and holds back the groan because there’s only one person it could be. He tilts his head as he turns away from where he’d been making progress on bypassing the security that’s protecting the frame. There’s dread pooling in his stomach as he sees Spider-Man hanging upside down from a web, his head cocked to the side as if he’s an overgrown human puppy rather than the menace he really is. “It doesn’t belong to the museum either,” he retorts, glaring in return as Spider-Man lowers himself to the ground.

or it's a spider-man and black cat au

read it on ao3!

[northstories]

"Perhaps" 🐰/🐥

A requested minlix drabble for @case143-i-love-you

"Y-Yongbok-ah..."

Minho feels his voice shaking deep in his throat, a certain kind of quiver he always finds himself embarrassed about when it makes itself known.

Luckily for him, it doesn't happen often.

Unluckily for him, the one person able to coax it there, knows this.

"Yes, Minho-ssi?" Felix tilts his head, the very picture of innocence. Minho has to admit he was fooled as well, that first time Felix entered his dance class. He thought what everyone else seems to think, that his new student is a ray of sunshine, that bluebirds must dress him in the morning, that there isn't a bad bone in his body or hair on his head.

But this is only partly true.

How a ray of sunshine such as Lee Felix can be a devil creature at the same time, is beyond Minho's comprehension. All he knows is that he might be the teacher of this dance class, but Felix has been dancing circles around him in a spiral, bringing him closer and closer until Minho feels caged into a corner in the middle.

And he isn't sure he hates it, no matter how much that embarrasses him.

Even so, Minho tries to find the resolution he had mustered up to tell Felix what's what. Minho is his teacher. The kiss they shared a few weeks ago shouldn't have happened. The way Felix had stayed behind after class last week to get on his knees and drive Minho insane with his mouth around his cock was very inappropriate.

And the way it makes Minho feel when Felix looks at him this way... Is beyond sinful.

"I–" All the words Minho has prepared vanish when he actually finds himself alone with Felix in the studio. Everyone has filed out and the building is quiet. The late class often means Minho is the last to leave it even though there are several businesses in the lower levels.

And to his detriment, Felix interprets his hesitation as an invitation to come closer, which only makes his vocal difficulties worse.

"You?" he smirks, raising a wry eyebrow, teasing. 

"I think we should–" Minho is cut off when Felix’s hand nudges his own where it's hanging limply by his side. "T-talk about our, uhm, our relationship," he manages, though only barely because Felix takes his hand and leans in, ghosting a breath over his sticky, hot neck. 

"I'd like that," Felix purrs, a rumble in his chest that makes Minho's neck hairs stand on end. 

"You would?" 

"Yeah. I think it's about time we take it to the next level. You like me, I like you. It makes sense."

Minho shakes his head, flustered. "No, Yongbok-ah, that's not– That's the opposite of what I was gonna–" 

Felix pulls back from Minho's neck, but not far, on the contrary his nose is hovering right in front of Minho's. So close Minho goes cross eyes looking at the dainty freckles smattered across his face. 

"You don't like me?" Felix tilts his head again. 

"I didn't say that," Minho admits, he doesn't have the heart to deny that for some reason. "But this,” he gestures between them lamely, “me being your teacher, taking money for you to attend my class... It's inappropriate."

There. He said it. Honestly, weaker men would have crumbled, Minho thinks. Perhaps he isn't as weak to Felix's charms as he thought. 

"So, I quit the class. Big deal," Felix shrugs. "I'd much rather have you in your spare time anyway. If you know what I mean?"

Fuck. Minho didn't prepare for this outcome. Didn't even think about it being a possibility.

"Oh."

"So, how about it? Let me take you out?" Felix’s thumb ghosts over the back of Minho’s hand, and just this simple gesture is enough to make his breath catch in his throat. "Or in, if that's what you're into." Felix winks, then wets his full bottom lip with a quick tongue. "Hm, yeah I think it is. You a top, Minho-ssi?"

"W-what?" Minho sputters, caught off guard by the brazen question.

Felix hums. "I knew it. You were a little too intrigued by the sight of me swallowing your cock not to be."

"Yah! Lee Yongbok, that's eno-"

"In fact, I was so sure, I made sure to be ready for it before I came here."

Minho's brain stops and then kickstarts back into action, and with it, the mental images slam into him. Felix thinking about him, prepping for him. Felix wanting Minho's cock inside of him, unafraid to say it.

He blinks at Felix with big eyes, stunned, shocked, though regrettably also chubbing up in his grey sweatpants. "You're crazy."

Felix grins and bumps their noses together. "Thanks." He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Minho's sweatpants and tugs teasingly. "You into it?"

Weaker men would have folded much sooner, Minho thinks. Perhaps he can still salvage some of his pride.

"Your place or mine?"

Oh well, there goes that theory.

Felix’s smile turns nothing short of feline when he steps closer, all the way in to nip at Minho's lip, to slot their mouths together too chastely for the arousal coursing through Minho’s body. "How about that couch over there?"

Lee Felix is a devil and is going to be the death of him.

"Fuck."

"Yes, Minho-ssi. That's what I wanna do. Good job."

Minho bristles, but he doesn't get to say something before Felix tugs him over by the grip on Minho's waistband and then pulls his sweatpants down. No mercy, no consideration for his modesty. "Yongbok-ah!"

Felix pushes him down to sit, a faux coy smile on his face. "Yes, Minho-ssi?" Then he pulls his t-shirt over his head, then discards his pants while Minho is busy following the train of freckles down his naked chest. "Second thoughts? Cold feet?"

Minho should probably say yes. At least if he wants to hold onto a single sliver of pride. But he doesn't. He places his hands on Felix’s waist eagerly when he climbs into his lap, and moans when Felix kisses him properly, grinding their naked cocks together.

"God, you're so pretty," Felix sighs into Minho's burning face, his blush so hot his ears are thrumming. "Been thinking about this so much."

"Mfgh," Minho jolts when one of Felix's hands slips into his hair, and the other reaches behind himself to wrap fingers around Minho’s cock. "You have?"

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah. Wondered what you'd feel like inside of me. What you'd look like on this couch while I ride you."

Minho is going to have an aneurysm as soon as the blood returns to his brain. He should thank his lucky stars that it’s busy making his cock throb, so that he may live a little while longer.

Felix tips his head back to lock eyes with him. "You want me?"

And fuck it, perhaps Minho can be a weak for one thing. Perhaps he can be weak when it's Felix, pretty, brave and brazen Felix who despite having rather small hands manages to wrap them completely around Minho's attention.

"Yes," he whispers, squeezing the meat of Felix’s sides for purchase. "Fine, yes I want you, okay? B-but I mean it, it's still inappropriate that– ah!"

Felix doesn't give him a chance to repeat himself fully before he's sinking down, his hole squeezing the head of Minho's cock so tightly it borders on painful. In other words; Perfect. They throw their heads back at the same time, groaning in tandem, letting the vibrations shake them free of any restraint they may have had. At least Minho knows he's had them.

"Yongbok-ah, fuck, yeah that's it."

"Yeah?" Felix smirks down at him, cat-like and with mischief sparkling in his eyes. "You like?"

This menace, as if it isn’t obvious Minho is barely hanging on by a thread already, and that it’s rapidly unraveling when Felix engages his thighs and works himself on Minho’s cock in a steady bounce. 

“Y-you don’t have to he be so– ah shit!– smug about it,” Minho pants, but it only makes Felix seem even more satisfied with himself. 

“But it’s so much more fun this way.” Minho’s hips buck from the steadily building pleasure pooling deep in his pelvis, ramming him into Felix harder, and catching him by surprise. “F-fuck, Minho-ssi, oh, that’s– Yes, do that again.” 

Minho grits his teeth against the wild urge to do as he’s told because his pride demands him to fight it. “Don’t tell me what to–” 

Felix cuts him off again. He’s got a knack for it, one that few people would make use of more than once because of the death glare it earns them. But not Felix, no, he has a hold on Minho and he knows it. Knows Minho’s weakness for his gravelly voice and angelic face, for his lithe body and rough hands. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” 

And then he yanks Minho’s head back by the hair, baring his throat to the mercy of Felix’s sharp teeth when he digs them into him. Hard enough to leave half-moon shaped little dents behind, and to make the skin bloom with purple-black.

“Ah, fuck! Y-you little shit, I ought to–” Minho tries to reprimand him, he really does, but his hips want to obey Felix and betray Minho completely. 

Felix laughs breathlessly. “Listen to you talking dirty to me. How unprofessional of you, teacher-nim. Very inappropriate.” He only grips Minho’s hair harder when he stops fucking up into him. Hard enough that Minho’s scalp screams and he gives in, goes on, lets his body take over and pounds up to meet Felix on every descent of his bounces. 

“Yes, yes, yes! Ah, good boy, Minho, that’s it, fuck.” Minho isn’t normally one for whimpering, but the intense pleasure leaves him unable to do a single thing to stop it when it hums to life in his throat and launches itself out of his mouth. “S-service top, huh? Like being good? I see,” Felix’s voice is affected too now, a fact that makes something in Minho’s chest preen with pride.

“I-I am good,” he quips, and there is that quiver again, the very same one, though so much more clear and loud. 

“Yes - you - are - oh!” Felix’s thighs must be screaming because they shake when he lifts himself up now, and Minho is so close he can’t see any other option than to just go for it. He will have to deal with the consequences later, because his present state of mind can’t even fathom what they will be. He slides his hands down to Felix’s ass, kneading a cheek in each of his palms, digging his fingers in while he lets Felix bounce one more time. One more. 

One more.

And then he tightens his grip. Arms locking against the sides of Felix’s body and tipping him forward, holding him perfectly positioned so Minho can fuck him with the whole force his thighs can muster. 

Felix’s keens, but somehow still manages to make Minho feel like he is helpless in this. Like he is playing right into Felix’s hands, doing what he wants even by taking over. The power doesn’t shift, doesn’t even budge. The only thing this does is sign Minho’s name on the dotted line of a contract he had no intention of being bound by. 

“Yongbok-ah, Y-Yong–b-bok, I–” He squeezes his eyes shut and has to fight the pulses of pleasure that keeps trying to push him over the edge, tries to focus on determining if Felix is close, if he’s right there with him. 

And perhaps Felix is a mind-reader too, because he groans into Minho’s neck, “Yeah, me too. You feel so good, hyung, so good for me. M’gonna come, I’m–” 

Minho moans embarrassingly loud when Felix’s teeth clamp down on his neck again, at the same time as his hole clenches, tight and fluttering as he comes in hot ropes, making a mess of Minho’s torso, t-shirt and sanity. 

He thinks it might be lost completely for a few moments, when his own release is ripped from him so hard his vision goes white, then black as his eyes roll back in his skull. All he knows for sure during those moments is that he feels good. Feels so, so good, and that Felix’s name is on his lips. 

The world comes back into focus slowly, but he still feels slow once it’s clear, from the heaviness that has settled in his body. It’s a process in itself to roll his head to the side to be able to look at Felix, who has his cheek pressed against Minho’s shoulder. Still smiling. Always, somehow, smiling. 

“What?” Minho manages, but Felix just lifts his head and shakes it.

“Just… You’re incredible,” he murmurs, leaning in to bump their noses together again, softly. “And I’m so serious, I wanna take you out real bad.” 

Minho’s ears burn and a wave of shyness washes over him, as if he wasn’t currently still sitting here with his cock inside of Felix’s ass. “Oh, uhm– I– You do, huh?” 

“Yep,” Felix makes an exaggerated popping sound and scrunches his nose when he smiles. And damn it, if it doesn’t make Minho’s heart do somersaults from excitement. 

Perhaps it’s trying to tell him he would like that too. 

Perhaps it’s been telling him this for a while, but he hasn’t wanted to hear it. 

“Perhaps that could be arranged.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

He doesn’t shy away from Felix’s gaze, joyful and triumphant. And perhaps Minho is a little too smitten to leave Felix hanging, and to not lean in and capture that plump bottom lip with his own, just to hear the hum of that voice that makes him quiver. 

In a good way. 

❤🐰/🐥❤

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ POLY!MINLIX X READER HEADCANONS

𝝑𝝔 cw : bullet point format, smut under cut, sfw and nsfw sections, mommy kink (everyone act surprised), sub and dom dynamics, some sub!reader and some dom!reader, pegging, mxm action, poly!minlix, petplay, rimming, some stoned! sex, some stoner!minlix

𝝑𝝔 SFW :

oh my fuck literally the best bfs everrrr

just so so so much love??? it's almost overwhelming???

Minho is so gentle and he takes so much pride in knowing every single stupid thing about you and lixie

oh oh oh he also thinks it's so cute when you and Lix give him nicknames

AND LIX :c MY LIXIE PIXIE :cc

he gives so so so so much love just all the time

whether it's bc he's cuddling into your side at night or he's making you brownies or he's buying you cute little gifts

"oh I saw this and I thought you'd like it!" - Lix (as if the gift isn't an EXPENSIVE ass designer bag or perfume or novelty item)

oh yeah Minho buys you and Lix jewelry a lot... like gets you 3 matching sets for Christmas, birthdays, holidays, new years, anniversaries, etc.

but Minho is a simple man, he lovesssss quality time

oh yeah aquarium dates SO MANY AQUARIUM DATES???

the kitties love looking at the fish

oh oh oh and Lixie loves physical touch???

so the 3 of you are cuddling in bed and probably either playing Mario Kart on the Nintendo switch (which always gets complicated bc Felix rages everytime he gets hit by one of minho's red tortoise shells) or watching a movie (it can't be a horror movie bc lix will cry, and it can't be a movie where an animal dies bc Lix will cry, and it also can't be a detective movie bc Lix will get bored halfway through) or taking a little cat nap (Minho curses, tosses, turns, and talks in his sleep so most of the time he is waking you or lix up, but you 2 don't dare say anything bc it would make Minho feel bad)

oh oh oh and you never have to step foot in the kitchen bc mimo lovesss cooking for you :c

so much praise??? you could literally just breathe and they'd be telling you just how much they love you??? LIKE HELLO?!--

also also also they FUND your hobbies and interests

oh, you like an anime series?? Guess who bought you 5 new figurines of your favorite character just so you'll smile? Lixie did!!! it doesn't matter that it costed a ridiculous amount of money bc it made you smile and that's what matters to Lixie!!

oh, you want to visit Japan someday?? Guess who booked a flight there just bc he loves you sm?? Minho did!!!

oh oh oh they're def sharing their clothes with each other and with you

they think you look so cute in their clothes

𝝑𝝔 NSFW :

the most versatile duo ever oh my fuckkkkkk

oh yeah, two mommys... when they're dominant at least

felix is def nicer when he's dominant :c he's so sweetieful, he's brushing back your hair and kissing your forehead while Minho fingerfucks and spanks you

also also also pet play with them :c

a pair of cute kitty ears and a cute little butt plug??? maybe even a pretty little collar??? oh yeahhhhh

oh oh oh and they're just so full of love for you :c constantly worshipping you like you hung the fucking moon

ORAL FIXATIONNNNNN holy shit lix has the craziest and most insane oral fixation

he's CONSTANTLY sucking on your tits <3

oh oh oh ohhhh and Lix loves sucking on minho's fat cock <3

lix has the CUTEST little cock :c and lovesss when you and Minho take turns kissing it :3

OMG AND Lix lovesss getting pegged and getting his ass fucked by minho??? oh yeahhhhh he'd KILL FOR IT

also also also rimming with the two of them??? letting Minho sit on your face while you lap at his cute little hole?? IF I EXPLODEEE

oh oh oh and minho loves fingering you while you lay on his lap, especially if you have your kitty stuff on, oh oh oh and while lixie humps his leg??? LITERAL HEAVEN

and they're subby too ??? :c

subby Minho needs to be spoken of more bc yeah :c

after a long day of dance practice and Minho is tired and you and lix just want to help him feel better?

sit him down on the couch and let Lix ride him while you let him suck on your pretty tits <3 he'll love the two of you forever

oh oh oh and fuck minho's cute little hole while Lixie sucks on his cock?????

they're just so full of love for you and it shows <3

also SHOWER SEX!!! this is the only form of a quickie that they like is early morning shower sex

also also also wake and bake + sex??? they loveee especially on their mornings off or their days off?? they're taking turns eating your sweet cunt as the sun comes up >:3

[cuddlepilefics]

Stealing the breath from my lungs (give it back) - whumperless whump event

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: mainly Felix

Caregiver: mainly Minho

Prompts: Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

@whumperless-whump-event

No one’s POV.:

Felix knew that performing on a festival in the middle of a downpour brought more risks than just slipping on stage. The members had just assumed that because they were dancing, they’d stay warm. They had performed in the rain before on multiple occasions and sure, someone had caught something but that happened pretty rarely. Usually, they were fine if they just dried off quickly after getting off stage. Nobody could’ve predicted the awful cold that’d make its way around the group. In hindsight, they had hung out with a bunch of other groups between performances. Changbin had spent most of his time with Wooyoung and Yeonjun, the younger two already sniffly and trying to stay out of the rain. He wasn’t too alarmed because Yeonjun having a cold was an almost constant phenomenon and although Wooyoung mentioned that the members of Ateez have been down with the sniffles, the possibility of it spreading to Stray Kids didn’t cross his mind.

Until he woke up to his nose completely blocked that is. Chan and Jisung were the next to catch it thanks to their time spent at the studio together. 3racha fared quite well actually but Hyunjin ended up laid up with a fever for two days. The dancer had only figured that out when he almost collapsed during a practice session with Minho and Felix. His fellow dancers had taken him straight home and Minho set about preparing some jook, while Felix sat with him for cuddles because he tended to get extremely emotional when he was feeling low. Hyunjin bounced back pretty quickly though and while Minho whined to Hyunjin, complaining that he had gotten him sick, the second-oldest managed quite well. Sure, he ended up sneezing his head off but never developed a fever, so while it was an annoyance, it didn’t interfere with his work.

Felix was a different story though. Having grown up with asthma, Felix was no stranger to the tightness in his chest. It had been years since he had an attack but he still had a tendency to get a bad cough whenever he caught a cold. That was exactly what happened a couple of days after they had gotten Hyunjin’s fever to break. The moment Minho woke up and heard coughing from the room next to his, he knew. He shot Chan a quick text, requesting the leader to cancel Felix’ dance practices for the week before rolling out of bed to get the younger some water. The movement caused the congestion to shift in his sinuses, turning his blocked nose into a faucet. Sniffling into the cuff of his sleeve, Minho shuffled to the kitchen. He blew his nose into a paper towel before washing his hands and pouring his dongsaeng a glass of water.

The bags under Felix’ eyes were dark, indicating he had already been up a while by the time Minho slipped into his room. The Aussie had already stacked up his pillows and tiredly collapsed back into them when the fit finally tapered off. In the quiet of the room, the wheezing was hard to miss, making Minho’s chest ache in sympathy. “How long have you been up?”, the older hummed quietly. He took a seat on the edge of Felix’ bed and handed him his drink. Taking a few sips to soothe his throat, the Aussie rasped: “I dunno. Think I slept a couple of minutes here and there but not really.” – “Why didn’t you wake me”, Minho frowned as he felt his dongsaeng’s forehead. Felix shakily set the glass onto the nightstand, muttering: “You’re sick too, hyung.” – “I’m a little sniffly, that’s all”, the older denied, “Went straight to your chest again, huh?” Felix nodded dejectedly.

“Can I get you anything?”, Minho asked softly, running his fingers through Felix messy bed hair. The younger shook his head but closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the affection. Lightly scratching the Aussie’s scalp, Minho offered: “Why don’t you take a hot shower? It doesn’t seem like you’d be able to sleep anyway and the steam might help clear your congestion to help you breathe a little easier.” – “I dunno if I got the energy for that”, Felix rasped, massaging his temples, “Got a tiny bit light-headed when I had to use the bathroom earlier.” His hyung’s eyes widened at that. He hadn’t expected it to be this bad already. Getting to his feet, Minho smiled: “I’ll run you a bath and get you when the tub is full, yeah? Then I’ll prepare a pot of tea for the both of us, so we can cuddle and try to get some rest together. Sounds like a plan?” – “Sounds like a plan”, Felix parroted sleepily, following the older with his eyes till he had disappeared down the hallway.

Felix ended up grabbing a change of clothes before staggering to the bathroom by himself. Minho seemed a lot more affected by his cold than he had let on earlier, which Felix only realized when he heard the older sneeze repeatedly, the sound muffled by the shut bathroom door. Blaming the steam for making the congestion in his sinuses shift, face buried in a handful of tissues, Minho looked up with watering eyes when the door creaked open. He quickly cleaned himself up and stepped aside, motioning to the closed toilet lid for Felix to sit down because the younger didn’t seem steady on his feet at all. Wheezing, the Aussie collapsed onto his seat and tried to get his breathing back under control.

It didn’t work out too well and Felix was thrown into another rough coughing fit, the sound increasingly breathless. Seeing that his dongsaeng struggled to catch his breath and was starting to sway a little, Minho steadily rested his hand against the other’s chest and instructed: “I’ll count, you just breathe.” Tears stung Felix eyes as he desperately clung to his fading consciousness. Minho’s voice guided him through the light-headed haze and he was slowly able to control his breathing, though his chest ached. “You’re okay”, Minho promised, trying to keep his voice steady and sound certain, despite being terrified. They all knew that Felix used to have asthma but supposedly outgrew it, still situations like this always left them afraid of another attack. “Oh baby”, Minho cooed, cupping his dongsaeng’s flushed cheeks when the tears started to spill over. Leaning forward into the other’s arms, Felix whimpered: “’m too tired for this.”

When he had finally gotten Felix settled in the tub, Minho made his way to the kitchen to make tea for them. Taking out their ginger and lemon teabags triggered another itchy flurry of sneezes and Minho bit his lips when he heard footsteps. He really should’ve stifled. “Did you catch their plague too, hyung?”, Seungmin yawned, adjusting his glasses. Nudging his wrist under his nose, Minho admitted: “Yeah, I got the sniffles too now. I’m more worried about Lixxie though. That cold went straight to his chest again and he’s having trouble breathing to the point he can’t sleep and gets lightheaded from walking to the bathroom.” Cursing under his breath, Seungmin muttered something offered to check on the Aussie, so Minho sent him to the bathroom.

“Hey Lix”, Seungmin hummed after lightly tapping the bathroom door as a warning. The dancer looked up at him with droopy eyes, so Seungmin smiled: “Minho-hyung’s making tea. Do you want me to wash your hair?” – “Did we wake you? I’m sorry, Minnie”, Felix pouted, making the vocalist’s heart clench. Though he had been woken up by the commotion, Seungmin shook his head an assured: “I was thirsty and ran into Minho-hyung in the kitchen. Wouldn’t mind joining you guys for cuddles though.” – “You really shouldn’t”, the Aussie denied, muffling a cough into his fist, “Minho-hyung and I are both sick, so we got nothing to lose cuddling each other but you and Jeonginnie have gotten away unscathed and I don’t wanna be the reason that changes.” – “Alright”, Seungmin sighed, massaging shampoo into Felix’ scalp, “I can still make sure the two of you are comfortable and medicated before I go back to bed.”

That was just what Seungmin did, bringing cough drops and the humidifier after tucking a sleepy Felix back into bed. Quietly tapping Minho’s shoulder, Seungmin pressed a pack of tissues into his hyung’s hand. He had made sure to dig the ones with lotion out of the depths of their wardrobe. They rarely ever used those but at the rate Minho was going, his nostrils would be raw and chapped by the morning. When Minho looked up at Seungmin in surprise, the younger only shot him a crooked smile before telling them goodnight and to wake him if they needed something. Having been convinced that he had functioned quite well, Minho was shocked when his dongsaeng pitied him enough to bring those tissues. To be fair, the fact that he always sneezed in multiples, especially when he had a cold, did not necessarily help his dignity.

“Should we watch a movie or try to get some sleep?”, Minho asked softly, pouring a cup of tea. Accepting the steaming cup, Felix rasped: “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. My chest hurts.” He took a small sip and sighed with relief when it warmed his sore throat. “We’ll stay nicely propped up then, yeah?”, Minho smiled, “I can get my laptop if wanna watch something.” – “Mine’s on the desk”, Felix yawned. Minho fetched the Aussie’s laptop and climbed back into bed. He placed the laptop on his lap and smiled when Felix leaned into his side. Taking a sip of his own tea, Minho whispered: “What do you wanna watch? Something calm, yeah?” He knew how much his dongsaeng loved action movies but there was no way he’d be able to sleep if they watched action movies.”

Resting his head in Minho’s shoulder, Felix shrugged: “I don’t really care, you can pick. Mainly just want some background noise to distract me.” That was when it clicked for Minho. When the Aussie was down with the flu once, he had told him something amidst his feverish ramblings. The more he had to listen to himself wheeze, the more worked up he’d get and would have a hard time pacing himself. They should really fill the silence if Minho didn’t want to have to count the younger down repeatedly throughout the night. “Documentary?”, he asked and Felix gave a small nod. Minho picked a wildlife documentary and settled back comfortably. He slipped a hand under Felix’ sleep shirt and stroked his chest in a slow and steady pattern to help him keep his breathing calm and controlled. It helped soothe the ache in his chest some and Felix was able to relax. He might even be able to fall asleep if the drooping eyelids were anything to go by, Minho observed with a relieved chuckle. In contrary to what Felix believed, Minho was quite confident that they would not be up for the rest of the night.

[yeahspider]

battle of the larynx 🕸️

Ve’s note - minlix x reader . angstyish hurt/ comfort . happy ending bc i’m nice . not proofread per usual . feel free to stop by my inbox and request or to just say hello ! enjoy my bees <3

“what’s wrong with you” is what your greeted with when your partners finally come home , followed by a little “hi honey” .

you had a long day at work . too long if someone were to ask you . all you wanted to do was come home to your partners and have a nice relaxing day . but when you got home they were no where to be found . they promised they would be home before you today . their career was demanding and meant the world to then but sometimes you wish you were there world instead . a nasty part of you felt like you were always going to be second best , never the first option . those thoughts simmered in your head as you made dinner for you all . stirring noodles around in a pot you don’t feel like responding to minho’s question or felix’s greeting . the only thing you wanted to do was stir . dinner will be ready in a bit is all you could bring yourself to say . you heard them shuffling around until you felt arms snaking around your waist . from the way he kissed your shoulder you knew it was felix . you shook yourself out his hold . knowing that if he held on to your for a second longer you would break into tears before dinner is even done . a frown graced felix’s face as he watched you avoid his touch .

“i asked you a question babe.” you heard minho remind you . from his spot in the kitchen you could feel his gaze study you while you took your frustration out on those poor vegetables . knife dicing with so much aggression the cutting board was getting scrapped up .

minho hated repeating himself , but he could tell something was wrong with the way you wouldn’t meet his eye . so he asked his question again . shock coursing through his being as you shouted at him . you rarely raised your voice , but he could tell from the quiver in your tone that you weren’t actually angry , just upset .

after yelling at your boyfriend you felt a tear slip past your eye . he didn’t deserve your anger so why are you gifting it to him . the knife started to shake in your hand as you look at the blood staining the cutting board . as soon as the blood slid off the knife you let out a cry . you couldn’t hold it back anymore . it didn’t take more than a second for minho to remove the knife from your hand while felix guided you to the sink . all the while shushing your rushed apologies at having ruined dinner . minho came back with a bandaid to patch you up . once covered you leaned into felix’s chest and sobbed . his heart breaking at the amount of pain laced in . apologies flowed once again this time directed at the older boy .

i’m sorry i just missed you guys so much and i had such a terrible day at work and i just needed you so bad and you weren’t there and i started second guessing your love for me and before you tell me that’s stupid trust me i know i don’t even know where it came from honestly i just - felix cut off your ramble with a soft kiss to your hair which caused you to take a deep breath .

“that’s right baby breathe for me okay .” he mumbled into your hair . you felt so fragile at this moment , so breakable , and you hated it . Minho was the first to break the silence while wiping away your tears .

“I’m sorry my love i really am. We never want you to feel left behind or alone.” you just nodded at him . you knew that , but having him reassure you was what you needed more than anything . a confirmation of their love for you .

”how about you and lix go find something for us to watch on tv while i finding up dinner ? then we spend the whole night doing whatever you want . we’re all yours .” minho asked while resuming chopping the vegetables . you smiled and nodded your head . seemingly lost your voice dot the night . felix smiled at you and lead you to the couch , tucking you into his side .

“so what do you want to watch tonight princess ?”

“

[astrosfaerydae]

Masterlist

Welcome! Here are all 15 of my skz fanfics! I will update this list as I upload fics. <3

Completed fics:

☁️ When the Storm Subsides

Summary:

Word Count: 9.1k

Felix is struggling with himself and having nightmares. Chan and Minho are there to help. (Hurt/comfort can be read platonic it doesn't matter either way)

☁️Groovy Gaytime Princess

Summary:

Word Count: 3k

Chat fic. Felix posts that TikTok and sends the chat into chaos. First one that gets home gets Felix! (MinLix, mild smut)🔞

☁️Your Favorite Necklace is my Right Hand

Summary:

Word Count: 9.1k

Red lights MV inspired behind the scenes smut. (Hyunchan explicit smut)🔞

☁️Die From a Broken Heart

Summary:

Word Count: 3.1k

Jeongin gets his heart broken, Chan is there to help (hurt/comfort platonic jeongchan)

☁️It (Was) Getting Hot in Here

Summary:

Word Count: 1k

That one time where Minlix was in the hot tub together. Yea that's it. (Almost explicit but not)

☁️It All Started With a Curse

Summary:

Word Count: 35.5k

Chanlix high school au. Chan meets Felix in history club and well the rest is well history (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Warning read all the tags and notes for reasons thank you (slice of life high school au rated mature for some jokes)

☁️The Universe in Your Eyes

Summary:

Word Count: 4.1k

Chan was trying to do an episode of chan's room but Felix is a brat and gets what he wants. Chan... Well he tried to tell him no.

(Explicit pwp)🔞

☁️ Just Another Day in Paradise

Summary:

Word Count: 325

Chan and Felix didn't like anniversaries but still celebrated in their own special way. Just some silly little domestic fluff scene that's so cute it will make your teeth rot out of your head. (3 word prompt challenge, domestic fluff, lots of love)

☁️If You Get There Before I Do

Summary:

Word Count: 7.1k

1920s farm life au, Chan and Felix plan to run away together but things take time and communication is hard, but they make it work. (Established relationship, fluff so much fluff, happy ending, marriage) Rated G

Deleted Scene:

In His Eyes My World So Came Alive

Word Count: 348

A cute little snowball fight in the past before their plans to run away. It was so sweet I couldn't just let it go.

☁️ Silence is One Thing That I'll Remeber

Summary:

Word Count: 11.1k

TW// Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!!! Major character death, death, gore, weapons, graphic violence, blood, dismemberment, hospitals, sedation against will, bullying

Chansung, Love is the Death of Peace of Mind supernatural/skz crossover AU prequel detailing the events between Chan and Jisung. Can be read as a standalone.

☁️ You Had Me From Hello

Summary:

Word count: 3.7k

Prompt for Chanlix fest on Twitter

Prompt: Felix/Chan is an avid reader and often uses the the «Little Free Library» in his neighborhood. Someone else also seem to use it, and the two start leaving small notes imbedded in the books to each other.

☁️ I Love The Look On You Face When I'm Tempting You

Summary:

Word count: 2.7k

Fluffy smuty one shot based on Minsungs ASEA Awards shenanigans. Minho is a little shit and Jisung hates loves it.

NSFW 🔞

☁️ Try my Best to Just Pretend

Summary:

Word count: 6.1k

Rated: Teen (for language)

Chanlix fake dating but they aren't the ones dating. But omg Felix wishes they were... But he can't ruin his friends relationship, that doesn't mean he doesn't get jealous though.

Hurt/comfort and fluff, fake dating, ft. All of the gym bros dorm, Canon, happy ending

☁️ I Miss The Way You Say My Name

Summary:

Word count: 2.7k

Rated: Explicit

Felix was just an absolute social butterfly at the ASEA Awards. Chan loves that about him except for when that means he is put on the back burner. Or at least he sees it that way. Jealous is a nasty little monster but the entire hotel is about to hear just who Felix belongs to.

NSFW 🔞

Pwp, possessive behavior, jealousy, orgasm denial/edging, screaming, crying

☁️ Gonna Drop Dead at This Rate

Summary:

Rated: T

Word count: 4k

Raffle fic won by Lixieloveangie from the Stay with Palestine fundraiser ran by St4y Community Events on twitter! Thank you for donating to a good cause, hope you all enjoy! Prompt: chanlix are in an established relationship, Felix does/says something in frustration that he doesn’t mean to upset Chan. Chan feeling hurt starts to avoid Felix and it gets so bad that the guys step in and are like look Felix you need to fix this

Bad at communication, canon comp, angst, angst with a happy ending

☁️ Aqua Regia

Summary:

Rated: E

Word count: 2.2k

CW// non con elements from clientele

Security Gaurd Chan can't stand it when patrons get too handsy with his stripper boyfriend Felix and finally does something about it

🔞 NSFW

PWP, strip club au, quickie, jealousy, possessive and obsessive behavior

☁️Touch Me Again

Summary:

E🔞

Word count: 2.3k

CW// blood mentioned no actual blood

Felix is not used to Chan being so damn touch now that he's allowed to be on camera. He doesn't hate it though he just hates that it's so addictive and all he wants is more. Chan makes sure he's taken care of even if they are at a photoshoot.

Pwp, blowjobs, canon compliant

☁️ Can I Call You Baby?

Summary:

Rated T

4K

Jeongin loves all his boyfriends but has never had a real first kiss. He's taken things so slow and everyone's been so patient but the pressure is mounting he wants to do it but he's scared they are going to treat him like a baby and make a big deal out it.

☁️ Coffee and Cream(pie)

Canon compliant, First kiss, poly skz, jeonglix

☁️ Even if it Hurts me, Even if I Can't Sleep, Show me the way

Summary: Rated E 🔞 3.3k Prompt: Minho wakes Jisung up with coffee and a creampie and anything but lube Canon compliant, minsung, smut, domestic fluff and smut

☁️ Turn Me Into Your Mannequin

Summary: Rated: T 7k Chanlix- Once again Felix fails to confess to Chan. He's feeling the pressure of time, contract renewals and dorm switches it is a lot at once. He can't go into this new era of Skz with this hanging over him. Canon comp, chanlix, getting together, idiots in love, angst. hurt comfort

☁️ Connected

Summary: Rated: E 🔞 5.5k Changjin- Photographer Changbin and Model Hyunjin AU. Changbin is a professional and refuses to cross that line. Hyunjin trips right over it! CW// Blood and mild injury (Hyunjin is fine just clumsy) AU, Changjin, getting together, fluff, humor, stupid in love, vanilla, smut

☁️ Scared to Try Again

Summary: Rated: T 2.4k Chanlix- “How did it even start? It's been so long the memories are a little fuzzy,” Chan scrunched his face up as his eyes wandered around the room trying to recall the memories from his brain, “When did you fall for me?” canon comp, Furture canon, story told in flashbacks, anniversaries, fluff, domestic fluff, pov alternating Podfic Available

Summary: Rated: T 7.9k Chanlix- Everyone was happy about the change now. Even Felix was. For a moment it brought up some more than uncomfortable feelings but he’d get over it. He always has… he had to. He had no other option. canon comp, another this is how contract renewal fic, post break up, possibly getting back together, angst, angst with a happy ending

Ongoing fics:

☁️Love is The Death of Peace of Mind

Summary:

Chanlix supernatural crossover AU. Felix gets attacked by a demon and hunter Chan saves him. The demons are after Felix's necklace, Chan has to find out why. (That's the best summary I can give without spoilers!) Read all notes and warnings this fic tackles a lot of dark topics also Eventual smut 🔞 dead dove do not eat ⚠️

Prologue:

Silence is the One Thing I'll Remember

[v3eper]

[minminyoonjii]

Stray Love Haven Day 18 : [Lee Minho/Lee Felix]

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486

💗Series Masterlist

🌹CW Consensual Somnophilia|Drug Use|Rough Sex|Creampie|Multiple Orgasms|Messy Sex|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Minho hyung?" Felix questioned, peeking his head into Minho's bedroom. Minho walked up behind Felix, towel wrapped around his waist "What is it Pixie?" he asked. Felix flinched, turning around "Hyung you scared me," he huffed, holding his chest. Minho chuckled, pushing open his room door, "I'm sorry, Lix," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "So, what do you need me for?” he asked, sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed.

Felix coyly straddled Minho's lap, "Well, I have a proposition," he said, smiling. Minho raised an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around Felix's waist, "Is that so?" he asked. Felix nodded, brushing Minho's damp hair "I've been watching some of Sungie's hentai and I found something," he said, lazily hovering his arms over Minho's shoulders. Minho sighed, "You know what happens when both of you scroll through the tags on that page," he said, smacking Felix's ass with a sharp spank.

Felix whined, jutting his lips, "I know but hyung there's so many things to explore," he reasoned. Minho pinched the bridge of his nose, "The damage has been done," he sighed. "Be forward on what you want Lee Yongbok," he added, stroking Felix's cheek. Felix giggled, "Somno," he said, playfully biting Minho's thumb. Minho pressed his thumb on Felix's bottom teeth, making his jaw slack "I expected worse," he said, smirking.

Felix pulled Minho's hand away, "Oh hyung, I meant somnophilia with drug use," he beamed, smiling innocently despite the filth that rolled off his tongue. Minho's eyes widen, "Channie hyung is not going to approve of that," he said. Felix smirked, "Channie hyung said yes if it's with you," he retorted. Minho scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows, "Call him right now. As much as I love you pixie, I don't trust a single word you say when it comes to stuff like this," he said, pinching Felix's cheek.

Felix groaned, putting Chan on a video call, the phone rang "Hey, Pixie. What's up?" Chan asked. "Did you give Lix permission for somno with drug use?" Minho cut in, covering Felix's mouth. Chan's jaw dropped as he cleared his throat, "Well, if it's with you. I'm sure he's in good hands," he said, rubbing the back of his nape. Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, "I'll do it but on one condition," he said, pulling his hand away.

"What is it?" Felix asked, tilting his head. Minho smirked, "You have to show your wings. That's your signal," he said. Felix gulped, "Can't I use a plush toy or perhaps another item?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. Minho shook his head, firm with his choice, "Nope, that's the only way," he said. Felix sulked, pondering over the condition "You're so mean, hyung," he pouted. Minho chuckled, "I'm being reasonable," he said, lightly flicking Felix's forehead.

Felix hissed, sighing "Fine," he complied. Minho smiled, kissing Felix's forehead "With that settled, I'll be waiting," he said, lifting Felix off his lap to get dressed. Felix grumbled, hanging up the call with Chan as he snuggled under Minho's sheets. Minho looked over his shoulder, chuckling "Aw, pixie. Don't be mad," he cooed, rubbing Felix's back. Felix huffed, curling up into the blankets "Meanie," he sulked. Minho wrapped his arms around Felix, pulling him towards his chest, "Brat," he whispered, nipping Felix's ear.

Nightfall came. Felix took a sip of his potions, one for slick production and another as a sleep inducer. He stretched, shivering as webs of thin crystal wings grew from his back. Felix rubbed his eyes, sleep slowly dawning over him. He wore Minho's oversized sweater with nothing beneath. Felix smirked, fluttering his wings, watching as the shimmer faded into a blur. He curled up, holding his pillow between his arms, drifting into a deep sleep.

Minho walked in, minutes after. He already knew the effects of Felix's potions and was assured that it was completely safe. He gulped, raking his gaze on Felix's vulnerable body. Plaint and innocent. "Stunning," he whispered, tracing Felix's wings. They fluttered, sensitive to any graze or touch. Minho chuckled, gently shifting Felix on his back. He lifted Felix's hips, sliding the pillow previously in his arms, under his ass.

A shiver of adrenaline rushed down Minho's spine when he stared down at Felix's bare cock "Fucking menace," he growled, gripping the bearings of his sanity. Minho traced his hands on Felix's inner thigh, drawing an unconscious whine from him. Minho halts his movement, watching Felix's every expression before kissing his thighs. He chuckled, watching Felix's cock twitch weakly against his abdomen, growing harder with each tease and foreplay.

Minho pressed three of his fingers from the get-go, feeling slick gush onto his palm, "So hot," he hissed, spreading Felix's pulsing walls. Felix mewled under his breath, wings thumping onto the bed like a bunny in heat. Minho bit his bottom lip, easing his pace as he watched Felix drift back into his slumber. He added another finger, slick making his ministrations easier. Minho grunted, cock throbbing behind his clothes.

He pulled out his fingers, reaching forwards to swipe his slicked fingers onto Felix's lips. Felix unconsciously smacked his lips, tasting his own slick on his tongue. Minho growled, head spinning with arousal, "Sweet boy," he whispered, stroking Felix's semi-hard cock. Felix squirmed but laid plaint for Minho to pump his cock. Beads of precum dripped past his slit, adding to the mess of fluids coating his skin.

Minho hissed, stripping off his clothes, "My sweet pixie," he growled, tilting his head back as he stroked his own cock to Felix's flushed cheeks. He groaned, hooking his arms under Felix's thighs, and pressed them close to his chest. Minho chuckled, drunk at the feeling of Felix's tight walls wrapping around his cock. He moaned, rolling his hips as he filled Felix to the hilt. Felix shuddered, slick producing more from the pleasure building in his abdomen.

Minho fucked his cock at a quick tempo, hips snapping against Felix's. "My filthy baby boy," he groaned, thrusting his cock mercilessly. Heat filled the room, fogging the mirrors. Minho growled, feeling Felix clench around his cock as he stirred awake. He pounded his hips erratically, chasing that familiar aching pleasure. Felix choked up a sob, eyes rolling back from the sheer force of Minho's cock fucking into his sopping hole.

Tears spilt down his cheeks as his body twitched. “Hyung" he wailed, screaming as he came undone. Cum tainted Minho's sweater white and sticky. Minho growled, clenching his jaw, veins on his neck protruding. Felix wrapped his legs around Minho's back, sobbing from overstimulation. Sounds of cries and smacking flesh echoed throughout the room. Minho arched his back, lips forming a silent groan as he came. Flooding Felix's loose rim with more fluids. His hips stuttered, slowly coming down from his high.

Felix sniffled, pulling Minho closer to his body, pressing his cock deeper into his hole. His hole spasmed and contracted, drawing another orgasm from him. Minho pulled Felix in for a kiss, tangling their tongues together. Felix giggled into the kiss, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of his orgasms. "You feeling alright, pixie?" Minho rasped, stroking Felix's tear-stained cheeks.

Felix nodded, giving out a deep purring sound "I'm feeling great," he slurred, smiling. Minho chuckled, "I didn't go too rough did I?" he asked, holding Felix's hand. Felix shook his head, "No, I love feeling every inch of you buried in me, hyung," he said, kissing Minho's palm. Minho blushed, scoffing "That filthy mouth of yours is horrible," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of Felix's neck.

Felix chuckled, rubbing Minho's back, "I know," he said, sighing contently at the pleasant stretch of Minho's cock spreading his hole. "Are we going to get cleaned?" Minho asked, yawning. Felix shook his head, holding Minho closer, "We can clean up in the morning," he said, conjuring up a blanket to cover the both of them. Minho whined, "It's going to be crusty in the morning," he huffed. Felix chuckled, "If so, I'll just run you a bubble bath," he said, kissing Minho's cheek.

Minho closed his eyes, pressing his cheek on Felix's shoulder, "You better," he grumbled, falling asleep. Felix cooed, "Sweet dreams," he whispered, shutting his own eyes.

[allwideyed]

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me credite caso se inspire.

[cook-e]

Mine While Yours is Away

Pairing: Minho X Felix

Word Count: 3,655

This is my first attempt at a fanfic, and it is also my first time doing any creative writing in around 10 years. Any feedback is appreciated 🫣

Summary: Felix is going into heat, but his alpha is away on business. Minho steps up to take care of the younger omega in the meantime. (Ft. Chan calling in the middle)

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 & 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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  Thankfully, the campus was pretty dead and deserted on the weekends, since everyone was sprawled out across the place or getting lost somewhere in the city. 

  Minho did run into a few of his classmates in the practice hall while he worked over that weekend, but since there were a handful of rooms for each class year, he didn’t have too much trouble finding time to himself. 

  So that’s how he spent his entire weekend, sweating off all of his problems and shoving down all of his feelings with gallons of water. By the time Sunday night rolled around, he was completely exhausted. His legs felt like jelly and his arms trembled each time he tried to do that certain part of their routine that he was having so much difficulty with.

  He had started getting a headache earlier in the afternoon — probably from all of the stress of classes — so he had turned off the studio lights. With it being so late at night on a random Sunday, everyone had gone home and he was the only one left in the Technical Dance Studio building. 

  The waning crescent moon shone outside the studio window like a toenail, offering enough light on the hardwood floors for Minho to see his steps and what he was messing up. Besides, he had an unusually exceptional vision in the dark, so if having the lights off helped his head, he was able to put up with it. 

  “Fuck— why can’t I get this right?!” He exclaimed in a frustrated tone, stopping his movements and staring at himself in the mirror. His shoulders heaved with each breath he took, with his entire upper half drenched in sweat. The white t-shirt that he always wore for luck to practice was completely see-through from how much he had been dancing. 

  Silence ensued across the practice room, as Minho blew out a few deep breaths to regulate his racing heart. The dark shadows curled around the corners of the wooden floors, making the place seem eery in a calming kind of way.

  “You shouldn’t push yourself so much.” 

  Just like that, his body was completely freezing up. Pulling taught like a bowstring, he could feel his entire spine going rigid and pin-straight. In the reflection of the mirror, his eyes searched the darkness behind him. 

  There, he found the source of the voice. 

  A soft, light, familiar tone. 

  In the shadows, it was hard to make him out entirely, but the blonde locks that were slightly messy were unmistakable. 

  Minho yanked his eyes away from the reflection as Felix neared the moonlight slowly. “What are you doing here?” He asked, reaching down to the ground and grabbing his towel to wipe off the sweat that was dripping down his forehead. “I thought you never wanted to see me again.” 

  Felix was quiet for a few beats after that- like he was calculating and deciding his next words. Then, “I never fucking said that… I just meant that I—”

  Dropping the towel back on top of his bag, Minho turned around to face Felix. “That, what? You’ll always hate my guts and I’m a horrible person? Trust me, you don’t have to tell me twice, I already fucking know.” He ground out, giving Felix a deadpan stare without any bit of mirth. 

  But he was trying to put up a front. Because inside, the concern was burning him up. Eating him alive, from how thin Felix looked since the last time he had truly seen him at the party a few weeks before. 

  Almost like… he hadn't been eating. 

  His clothes weren’t as put together as Minho was used to seeing him wear around campus. His dark blue hoodie and matching sweatpants hung off his limbs like if the autumn wind blew hard enough, they’d rip right off. 

  Felix shoved his hands into his pockets roughly, finally meeting Minho’s gaze. The pain Minho saw there, the disheveled hair and the wrinkly eyebrows, Minho didn’t know how to process it all. “I’ve never hated you, Minho.” He said, a little quieter than before. “I don’t know how I ever could.”

  “Well, you should. Because I’m a horrible person.” 

  “Don’t say that, you’re not. If anything, I’m the shitty one here— I fucking invited you to that stupid party when I knew how it would be and I don’t know why I thought it’d be a good place to—”

  Minho canted his head to the side just a tiny bit, leaning his back against the mirror behind him. In the moonlight, Felix’s blonde tresses shone like spun golden starlight. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I shouldn’t have gone in the first place, it was a bad decision and I should’ve listened to Chris.” 

  Felix’s eyes darkened a little bit at the mention of his older brother like he had some personal vendetta against him. “Why, because my brother said I’m a bad boy these days and my choice of friends are shit?” 

  Shrugging slowly, Minho’s eyes scanned down the expanse of Felix once more. And he could feel the younger’s eyes tracking him, as Felix subtly shifted his stance so that his shoulder was leaning against the wall right beside the floor-length window. Like he was self-conscious and he didn’t want Minho to study him too well. 

  “No, Chris never said anything like that. He just— didn’t think it was a good idea, with the opposite grade years and stuff. Maturity-wise, I guess.” Minho’s voice had grown a little quieter in the silence of the practice room, watching as his words changed the emotions displayed on Felix’s face. They went from anger to sadness, to defeat rather quickly.

  Felix hit the side of his head rather roughly with a fist, “I’m so fucking stupid— I just wanted to— I just wanted to be with you. And I couldn’t even do that right because I can’t do anything right and—”

  “Felix, hey— stop. It’s okay, you’re not stupid. It’s not a big deal so don’t worry about it,” Minho said, waving a hand in the air to try and dismiss some of the tension in the room. But he was lying right through his teeth. Because the things that had happened that night at the party still stuck with him, even weeks later. “I’m over it, so it’s fine.”

  By then, Felix was covering his face with his hands, sighing so deeply into them that his fragile shoulders were shaking incrementally. “But I’m not! I fucked up like I always do! I ruined everything and I know that you hate me— and that you’re lying!” His outburst forced Minho to freeze in his place, waiting for him to continue. And then Felix was pulling his hands away from his face and Minho watched as the rivers started running down his cheeks. “I just— I really missed you and I—”

  Minho didn’t afford him any more words. He was crossing the small expanse between them and enveloping Felix in a hug before anything else could happen. It was muscle memory, truly. He didn't think about anything else at that moment - about himself or his own emotions. And instead, all that rang out in his brain was: comfort him, comfort him, comfort him. 

  It was their first hug since Felix had started at the university. He felt so light and fragile in Minho’s grasp, and he made careful work of wrapping his arms around Felix’s waist. Slowly, he brought a hand up to Felix’s neck, stroking the back of his head in a soothing motion. 

  “It’s okay, Lixie. I’m not upset, really,” Minho said, completely being truthful. Because how could he be any more upset than Felix was? How could he continue to be, when Felix was breaking down in his arms? Felix’s shaking hands clawed at his sweaty back, small fingers gripping the damp fabric there. “Please, don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry.” 

  Those were the same words he had told Felix the day he broke the news that he was moving away from their small hometown in Busan to university hours away in Seoul. He always remembered that day, like it had only happened recently. 

  He remembered the look on Felix’s face, happiness shattering completely and the tears already clouding the corners of his eyes. 

  Fourteen-year-old Felix was a sight to behold, with his midnight-black locks and rosy cheeks. 

  Even still, eighteen-year-old Minho watched Felix’s heart break that day, as he reached forward to him and desperately grabbed for Minho’s waist. He remembered the ear-piercing wailing, the shaking from Felix that day. The way he couldn't stop crying or beating at Minho's chest. Just begging him not to go- begging him to say sike and stay with him there. 

  And the way that Felix was holding onto him in the practice room, it felt like that day to Minho all over again. But not as loud and not as open. Like… Felix was holding himself back.

  Felix was muttering something into the crook of Minho’s neck, over and over again between his tears. His shaking overtook Minho’s entire body, making it hard to breathe from how badly his heart was breaking. He just wanted Felix to be okay, no matter what. That’s all he had ever wanted. 

  With gentle hands, he hoisted Felix up onto the windowsill that was just behind him. The small alcove afforded enough room for Felix to perch on it easily, and with the added leverage, Minho was slowly able to start pulling him away from his form to talk. 

  But the moment he grasped onto Felix's wrists to peel him away from his body, the younger man flinched unmistakably, yanking his arms out of Minho’s reach. 

  Minho could feel the blood in his system grow cold instantly. Running chilled in his veins, his heart slowed down inside his chest. Beating weakly against his ribcage, Minho’s lips were moving before he could even process the words. “Did someone hurt you, Felix?” 

  Through his tears, the younger man had the sense to shake his head in a reply. But the way he was cradling his arms told Minho something a lot different. With slow movements, like a hunter not wanting to scare away a deer, Minho took hold of Felix’s wrists again. 

  He brought them close to him once more. Felix was completely frozen in front of him, spine rigid as a board, eyes screwed shut as the tears raced down his freckled cheeks in silent despair. “Please— d-don’t—” He begged, tone breaking and cracking like a shattered piece of glass, the desperation so palpable, Minho could taste it on his tongue. 

  But the pleas were completely irrelevant, both of them knew. Minho was going to, anyway. Like he had always done in the past. 

  Then, he found himself pushing up the thick sleeves of Felix’s hoodie, all the way up to his elbows. The darkness of the room made everything go incredibly quiet and hushed, but the moonlight afforded enough light for Minho to decipher the redness and fresh lines there, imprinted into Felix’s normally milky-smooth skin. 

  “How long?” 

  Is all he asked, focus still on Felix’s arms and on the way he had been hurting so much without Minho even knowing. Without anyone knowing, like always. 

  “I-It doesn’t matter, I’m going to stop.” Felix shook in his arms, and Minho slowly covered up his arms again with his sleeves. 

  “It does matter though, Felix. You always matter.” Minho spoke softly so that only Felix was able to hear his words. And no one else, ever. 

  Felix wiped away his tears, the tip of his nose red from crying so much and his cheeks still wet. “Since the party, I guess… I just couldn’t—”

  Minho could feel his heart break even more at the confession. Since the party. Since everything had blown up in their faces and Minho had ruined it all. “I’m sorry— I never meant to hurt you like this…” He whispered, bringing Felix closer to him again and squeezing his sides in a hug. 

  “It’s not your fault. It’s no one's fault, Min. It’s my stupid issues… after everything, it’s how I cope sometimes.” Felix said, nuzzling his head into Minho’s shoulder like a kitten seeking attention from its owner. 

  Moving his head to the side, Minho closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Felix. Of his floral perfume and the hidden smoke of weed and the fruitiness of his shampoo. His lips hovered over Felix’s head, not touching, but not backing away either. Yet he couldn’t force himself to kiss his head, either. There was still so much time lost and feelings unknown that was stopping Minho from doing anything else than giving comfort just then. 

  “I guess, I assumed because you’ve changed so much since our childhood, you’ve worked through everything,” Minho started, sighing against Felix in defeat. But that notion was flawed, to begin with. Because the fact that Felix was so changed didn’t necessarily signal a good thing. “That’s a stupid thought, I know. I shouldn’t have assumed it.” 

  Pulling away from Minho again, Felix stared up at him with gaping, wide eyes that were puffy from crying so much. He bit down on his lips, focus going everywhere in the room except Minho. “Yeah, I— high school was a lot, when you guys left. But I don’t really… wanna talk about it.” Then Felix’s eyes were landing back on Minho’s. 

  When their gazes met once more, Minho caught the bit of hurt that Felix tried to hide away. It was tiny and waning, but he still noticed the dim light nonetheless. He had noticed it the first time they had met in the campus gardens, and again at the party. It was so small and sheltered, that anyone else would have never even caught a glimpse of it. 

  But Minho did, like Minho always did when it came to Felix. Just like every time he knew when Felix had turned to harming again during their childhood. He could read it on his face, on the way he carried himself. They were two depressed boys who sought refuge in each other for a time. And it seemed like even into adulthood, they were still two depressed boys seeking out one another in their lowest moments. 

  Lee Minho was not stupid. He could read people similarly to how Hyunjin could.  He knew when something was amiss, and when someone was hiding things from their past.

  He knew that Felix was doing that exact thing. But Minho had yet to figure out what exactly he was hiding. Felix put on a good show — wore a pretty, popular mask — but Minho had a sneaky suspicion that underneath all of the smiles, glitter, and sex, there was a lot of darkness and scars. 

  “You don’t have to tell me anything, ever. I just want to know that you’re okay and safe and that you’ll work on stopping again.” Minho said, motioning with his head down to Felix’s arms again. He had seen him do it before — fall into bouts of depression and turn to cutting, but then pull himself up with the help of Minho. “If you ever need to talk, ever need to distract yourself from it, you tell me, okay?”

  Felix was shaking his head in agreement, blinking back the last bit of his tears and tucking a few messy strands of his hair behind his ear. “You… don’t have my phone number though. So how can I—”

  Minho waved his words away with a nonchalant hand, “It’s still the same one ending in 0325, right?” 

  “Uhm… yeah?”

  “Then I have it.” 

  At that, Felix’s body froze again. Eyebrows rising in surprise and pupils sparkling just a tad bit, he couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile. “You mean you saved my contact from all those years ago?” 

  Minho didn’t know how to reply to that. Should he tell Felix how he felt, after all of the years that had passed? Or should he wait for things to happen naturally and let everything slide into place, however that happened? He decided on the latter, at that moment. “Yeah, I figured I’d run into you at some point since you’re my best friend’s little brother.” 

  Felix glared his way, rolling his eyes just a tiny bit in exasperation. “Don’t fucking remind me.” 

  Chris was an amazing brother to Felix, but Minho knew how rocky their relationship was at times. Chris knew a small bit about Felix’s struggles with depression and anxiety growing up, but he had no idea about the cutting. The first time Minho found out about it when they were in high school, Felix had begged on his hands and knees, face wet with tears and snot, for Minho not to tell Chris. 

  And ever since then, Minho had kept to his promise. So Felix never had to worry about Minho tattling, since he was a man of his word. 

  “But, it’s really late now. You’ve been practicing all day and you’re exhausted so I should let you go…” Felix’s voice drifted off into the hushed space between them, pulling Minho out of his thoughts. 

  “I’m not exhausted.”

  Reaching out, one of Felix’s hands ran up the length of Minho’s damp bicep. Tracing across his shoulder and brushing against the back of his neck, Felix stared up at Minho with slightly hooded eyes. “Then why are you shaking so much?” In the darkness of the room, the shadows seemed to dance underneath his eyes, curling around his face and making his bleached-blonde hair look smokier. 

  Taking in a deep breath, Minho held it in his chest, watching the way that Felix’s eyes ran over the length of his face. He could feel his fingers moving behind his neck, brushing against the nape there before going into his hair and combing through Minho’s locks slowly. 

  “You and I both know nothing can happen, Felix. It never can, not again.” He decided to not answer Felix’s question but instead lay down the boundary line of what they were. He was saying, in a masked, gentler kind of way, that they could only just be friends. 

  Felix’s fingers froze in his hair, and Minho watched as the look on his face melted into a puddle of sadness. The disappointment flashed in his eyes just as his shoulders slumped a little bit in defeat. “Why… because you think I’m too far gone these days?” 

  “No, it’s not that,” Minho started, but couldn’t find the right words with Felix still touching his bare skin. So he reached behind his neck and grabbed his hand. Taking it into his own, he squeezed Felix’s fingers lightly. “I just— I think we both need time to process everything. We’ve been through a lot in the past few years and we both need healing from it all.” 

  “But we can help each other. We can heal together." 

  “Not in the way you think, Lixie.” 

  At that, Felix was gradually pulling his hand out of Minho’s grasp. “I’m sorry… It’s getting late, we should both head home.” And just like that, the atmosphere was changing again. Minho could sense Felix shutting himself in again, hollowing out his shell and hiding once more. He stared up at Minho, offering him a bright smile. But the older man knew that it held little mirth beneath it. “Besides, you probably have to practice again tomorrow, so you should let your body rest.” 

  Then Felix was moving away from Minho’s presence entirely, slinking towards the studio’s doors. The soft, calming energy surrounding them snapped like a rubber band in an instant. Minho could hear his heart beating in his ears, his blood thrumming through his veins with fiery-white heat. “Please don’t be upset, Felix. It’s for the best, trust me.” He said, trailing after Felix as he quickly grabbed his things from the floor and slipped through the front door. 

  “I’m not upset, I promise,” Felix said, turning to him and reaching out to squeeze Minho’s hand comfortingly. “Besides, now I know your phone number is still the same from our high school days. So I can text you to hang out whenever I want. As friends.” 

  Then he was pulling away from Minho’s side entirely, turning in the direction of the freshman’s dormitory which was on the other side of the campus. 

  “Call me, please. I’ll always pick up and I’ll always text.” Minho shouted in the wake of Felix leaving him. The younger man turned around after that and flashed him a thumbs-up with a bright smile. “Text me when you get home safely!”

  Minho watched the entire time, as Felix slinked into the foggy night ahead. The chilled air bit at Minho’s sweat-slick skin, but he stood there until he could no longer decipher Felix’s blonde locks from the golden leaves around campus. 

  And as he turned around and made his way home, he had the distinct feeling that he had royally fucked up. Even though he had put down a boundary, and spoke his mind about what he wanted in that moment, he was quickly realizing that Felix possibly wanted something entirely different. 

  But Minho would rather sweep everything under the rug — as in, their true feelings for each other — instead of deal with the problems at hand. That was his specialty.

  It’s just too bad that Felix wanted the exact opposite of that. 

  And it was too bad that they were too far apart in age and maturity and… their journeys in life, to ever come together again. 

  To be back in the same place that they shared during childhood, which was suspended in time. But there was no turning back the clock, so Minho thought there was no use in pondering over it any further. 

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The Ballad of the Phoenix

❅ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Lee Minho x Lee Felix

❅ Genre/themes: angst with a happy ending (eventually), eventual fluff, adventure, fantasy au, royal au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, Felix is Steve (but not really), arranged marriage (but not really), prince!Hyunjin, prince!Minho, mage!Felix

❅ Warning(s): alcohol mentions, brief description of an animal pelt, Felix (unfortunately) does not appear in this chapter

❅ Chapter word count: 6.7k

❅ Chapter summary: Prince Hyunjin of Mahonia and Prince Minho of Cerasus have been distant for years after once having been close as children. Their parents want them to marry to unify their kingdoms, but both princes adamantly refuse. They agree to give reconnecting a chance, however, though it proves to be difficult when neither is willing to bend.

❅ Note(s): This fic is for the Clownracha fic exchange and it is dedicated to my lovely Lennie, @decaffedthoughts! Lennie, I hope you enjoy it. I made a playlist for the series, which you can find here. Pls listen to it in order :)

Chapter 1: Forget-Me-Not

The afternoon sun seeped in through the tall windows of the castle, squares of light broken up by the shadows of the window panes travelling across the large canvas set up next to the window. Delicate, practised hands were adding small, vaguely flower-shaped dots of orange to the rhododendron bush on the canvas. In front of the canvas sat His Royal Highness, Prince Hwang Hyunjin of Mahonia, the Kingdom of Winter. 

The young prince was sitting in a decidedly un-princelike manner, hunched over his canvas with his paintbrush clutched tightly in his hand, but the determined expression on his face was certainly that of a king’s. His long hair had been tied crudely out of his face with a stray piece of twine, and his princely outer robes had been tossed haphazardly on the large bed, leaving him in only a white undershirt, the paint-splattered sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his everyday pants, the piece of linen he used to protect the fine material from paint long since abandoned on the floor. 

Hyunjin’s painting was interrupted by a firm knock to his door, two raps in quick succession, followed by a third a moment later. Hyunjin only knew one person who knocked in such a unique manner and a smile spread across his face. 

“Come in, Seungmin,” the prince called out, rinsing his brush in the wooden bowl next to his easel before placing it on the cloth next to the bowl to dry. 

Hyunjin’s personal attendant and the closest thing he’s had to a friend all his life poked his head into the prince’s chamber, his fluffy brown hair flopping slightly to the side from the angle, his round golden wire-rimmed glasses also falling slightly askew. Hyunjin could only see his collar and a bit of his left shoulder, but he knew Seungmin was wearing the same garb all of the palace staff wore, a royal blue tunic belted at the waist with a gold braided cord, black trousers, and polished black loafers. Each tunic bore the kingdom’s crest — the Hellebore Mountains with the moon rising behind the peak, surrounded by a wreath of plum blossoms — embroidered on the left side, just above the heart, and Seungmin’s featured a small gold pin of the same crest on the mock neckline of his tunic, indicating that he was a member of the royal family’s personal staff. 

Hyunjin did not need to see the rest of his friend’s uniform in that moment to know that not an inch was out of place, with starch-pressed creases in the trousers and shoes so well-polished one could see their reflection in them. Seungmin was often better dressed than Hyunjin, the latter often having the odd paint stain somewhere on his clothing or hands, despite the amount of care he took to prevent that from happening. 

“Your parents are requesting your presence,” Seungmin said, casting a glance at Hyunjin’s canvas. He hummed appreciatively at the painting, meeting Hyunjin’s eyes as he spoke. “It seemed serious, so you might want to make yourself look… a bit more presentable. But quickly, it also seemed urgent.” 

Hyunjin let out a sigh, picking up a rag to wipe the stray flecks of paint off of his hands. Some of the fresher flecks came off easily, but some only smudged deeper into his skin, and others had long since dried. 

Seungmin took his leave, off to do whatever it was he did when he wasn’t taking care of Hyunjin. Hyunjin honestly didn’t know what he got up to in his spare time, but he did not care so long as Seungmin was there when he needed him, which he always was. Technically, the prince’s attendant or his personal maids were supposed to help him dress, but Seungmin had given up on that very shortly after he took on the role, and Hyunjin had also dismissed his maids from assisting him, as it made him feel like a child being doted on, which he hated. 

The rest of the kingdom thought him to be a spoiled, arrogant prince, but Hyunjin and those closest to him, albeit not that many people, knew that was far from the case. The prince did not care what others thought of him, though. He knew that his subjects called him the Ice Prince because of his cold exterior, but he did not mind. He was warm to those who mattered and polite but succinct with those he was unfamiliar with, and if that made him come across as cold, then so be it. 

Hyunjin dressed himself quickly, praying his parents wouldn’t notice the splash of yellow paint that had made it onto the knee of his trousers, and started to make his way to the east wing of Icehaven Palace, where his parents resided. Hyunjin spent most of his time in the south wing, in a former guest room that he had claimed for his own because of the beautiful view of the garden below his window, and the Hellebore Mountains on the horizon, marking the edge of his kingdom. Though it was customary for a prince to stay in the east wing with the rest of the royal family, Hyunjin found himself forgoing custom more often than not, and even though he occasionally returned to his childhood bedroom in the east wing to watch the sunrise, he had called the room in the south wing home for as long as he could remember. 

Arriving at the east wing, Hyunjin made his way to his parents’ shared room, as that was usually where they were when they summoned him together. He nodded at their personal guard, Mingyu, as the taller man stepped aside to let him in. 

Entering his parents’ chambers, Hyunjin was met with the familiar scent of mulled spices and old wood that he came to associate with the space. His mother was sitting in her favourite chaise lounge by the window, the midnight silk of her dress blending into the indigo velvet of the chair. A chalice was perched delicately in her hand, likely containing her favourite plum wine, a Mahonian signature. Hyunjin’s father stood by her side, staring pensively out the window and looking in Hyunjin’s direction when he entered the room. Like Hyunjin, his father had long hair, but his swept past his shoulders where Hyunjin’s only reached his jaw. The king often wore his hair in a complicated braided knot atop his head, accenting his crown perfectly, but now his hair was loose, flowing past his shoulders as the gold crown rested on the vanity next to the queen’s matching one. 

Hyunjin was unaccustomed to seeing his parents so casually, but he did his best to appear unfazed by the sight. He greeted his parents with the low bow customary for greeting Mahonian royals, with one fist clasped over the heart to signify fealty to the crown. When he straightened his posture, his parents were smiling warily at him, as if they were nervous too. 

“Hyunjin, please sit,” his mother said, gesturing towards one of the armchairs facing the chaise lounge. 

Swallowing his nerves, Hyunjin sat in the one closest to the fire. 

“There’s something we would like to discuss with you,” the king said, his focus solely on Hyunjin now. 

“I only snuck out to get paints once, Seungmin had no idea!” Hyunjin blurted, wringing his hands in his lap. 

His father quirked a bemused eyebrow at him, while his mother appeared to be hiding her smile between her chalice. 

“That is not what we were planning on discussing, but we can address that later.” 

“We have always appreciated your independence, Hyunjin, and we would never force you to do something you didn’t want to do, but there is something we would like you to consider,” his mother said, smiling at him warmly. 

Though both of his parents were looking at him with uncharacteristically fond expressions, Hyunjin could not help but feel the anxiety rising in his chest. 

“What is this about?” he asked. 

“We’ve been talking with the King and Queen of Cerasus, and we were thinking it would be greatly beneficial to both kingdoms if you were to get married to their crown prince, Prince Minho,” the queen said apprehensively, as if she knew what Hyunjin’s reaction would be. 

Predictably, Hyunjin shot out of his chair immediately, causing it to tumble backwards and land with a dull thud on the carpet. “If we were to do what?” he exclaimed, eyes frantically darting between his parents. Surely they had to be joking. 

“We are not trying to force you, Hyunjin, but we would like you to consider it,” his father said calmly, ignoring his son’s burst of frantic energy. 

“It seems a little forceful,” Hyunjin chuckled nervously, reaching his hands up to tangle his fingers in the roots of his hair, loosening his ponytail and causing him to look probably about as frazzled as he felt. 

“You don’t have to commit to anything right now,” Hyunjin’s mother explained gently, resting her chalice on the side table next to her. “We have invited Prince Minho to stay with us at the castle for the summer. All you have to do is get to know him better, and tell us how you feel at the end of the season.” 

“I already know how I feel about him,” Hyunjin grumbled, crossing his arms. “He hates me. Why couldn’t it be Prince Yeosang instead?” 

“Prince Yeosang of Celosia has already expressed his intent to marry a commoner,” his father said with a sigh. “Besides, weren’t you and Minho friends? I seem to remember you two running around the Cherry Blossom Palace wreaking havoc everywhere you went.” “Not anymore,” Hyunjin said with a pout, arms crossed defiantly. He was well aware that he was behaving childishly, but he could not bring it upon himself to care. He would continue to refuse marriage to Prince Minho even if it was the last thing he did. 

His mother gave him a look, and Hyunjin sighed, tossing his arms in the air. “Fine, he can stay here. But I make no promises beyond that.” “That is all we ask of you, son,” his father said, something akin to pride in his eyes. 

Hyunjin was dismissed from his parents’ chambers and left in a huff, not even bothering to greet Mingyu this time, leaving the poor guard with his hand lingering halfway in the air. 

Not a single member of the staff dared to speak to him as he thundered through the halls of the castle, a storm forming on his brow as he made a beeline for Seungmin’s room. 

When Minho’s parents, the king and queen of Cerasus, the Kingdom of Spring, first suggested to him that he marry the Hwang prince, he adamantly refused. He’d known Prince Hyunjin since he was a toddler and Hyunjin was a dumpling-shaped infant, on account of their parents being good friends and their kingdoms being allied. The two princes had been friends as kids, Minho had many fond memories of chasing stray cats together through the gardens of his palace and peering through the telescope in the large conservatory in the Cherry Blossom Palace. 

But as they aged, Hyunjin grew distant, and one year at the annual Harvest Ball held in Celosia, the Kingdom of Autumn, Hyunjin avoided him like the plague, even going so far as to run away when Minho tried to approach him. They were still kids then, especially Hyunjin, who was two years Minho’s junior, and Minho knew he should’ve been the more mature one and tried to talk to the other prince about it, but instead Minho reacted in the way he knew best. If Hyunjin was going to act coldly towards him, Minho would be cold right back. 

Years later, after Hyunjin had continued to act coldly towards the elder prince and Minho delivered sharp remarks any time they were forced to be together, Hyunjin had developed a reputation in his kingdom.The citizens started to refer to him as the Ice Prince, not simply because he was prince of the Kingdom of Winter, but because he acted coldly to everyone he met, staying locked up in the castle and refusing to go out to meet the citizens on holidays as was expected of royalty. 

Minho, on the other hand, though he had grown to act coldly towards Hyunjin as the years went by, had earned the title Angel Prince because of his delicate features and his benevolence towards his people. Prince Minho was often seen in soup kitchens helping the needy and donating toys to local orphanages, and had even purchased an animal shelter with his own money to keep it from shutting down. Whereas Prince Hyunjin was feared by his subjects, Prince Minho was revered. 

Though they had been friends as children, Prince Minho was firmly against marrying the frigid prince and moving to his equally frigid kingdom for even part of the year, and he vocalised as much to his parents, who were disappointed but agreed that they would not force him. But when a courier from Mahonia arrived with a letter addressed to him, Minho briefly reconsidered his stance on the Ice Prince. 

Prince Hyunjin had personally written to him saying that his parents had also tried to talk to him about a marriage between the two of them, and while he was not enthusiastic about the idea of marriage, he had made a promise to his parents that he would try to get to know Prince Minho. 

The letter was an invitation for Minho to come stay with him in Mahonia. Minho was not thrilled at the prospect of staying in the winter kingdom, where he hadn’t been since he was too young to remember; both his and Hyunjin’s parents much preferred spending their time together in the warmer Kingdom of Spring. 

Minho was moved by the letter, regardless, because it would have been easy for Prince Hyunjin to continue to avoid him like he had all these years, and the fact that he hadn’t outright rejected the idea without a word to Minho or his parents was enough for Minho to find himself packing his bags with his warmest clothes in hopes that the Ice Prince he knew had thawed his heart since the last time he had seen him. 

The day of Prince Minho’s arrival at Icehaven Palace, Hyunjin was doing his best not to be found. That is to say, he was hiding in a far corner of the library where he hoped no one would think to look. Hyunjin was not much of a reader himself, but he had gone looking for Seungmin during his days off enough times that the prince was very familiar with the royal library and all of the nooks and crannies that would make perfect hiding spots. 

That’s how he found himself wedged in a bookshelf in the least frequently visited part of the library that had been suspiciously cleared of its lower shelves, leaving an oddly Seungmin-shaped void where the books should be. Hyunjin was not a coward, not at all, but there were many things he would rather do than entertain the Prince of Cerasus for weeks and pretend that there was any chance of the two getting married, and folding himself into a pretzel in a bookshelf that was probably pressing bruises directly into his bones was apparently on that list. 

Hyunjin wasn’t sure how long he was going to hide, but he figured emerging at dusk would be a safe bet as he would only have to interact with Prince Minho at dinner and then would be able to excuse himself to his chambers for the night. Judging by soft light filtering in through the domed skylights built into the library, it was mid-afternoon, and Hyunjin would have to be here for a while longer. 

With a sigh, he reached his hand up to the shelf above him that did, in fact, contain books, and grabbed a book at random. As he pulled it off of the shelf, a plume of dust emerged with it, causing Hyunjin to splutter and cough and hold the offending book at arm’s length. Of course Seungmin would only clean the shelves he would need to create his hiding place. 

Carefully shaking out the book and wiping the cover with his sleeve, Hyunjin began to read. He wasn’t too interested in the ancient methods of agriculture of Mahonia, which, despite being the winter kingdom, were still plentiful, but he was bored enough that it didn’t matter as he soon got engrossed in the text for the sake of having something to do. 

Despite the book likely having been relegated to an unused part of the library for a reason, Hyunjin found himself losing track of time. It wasn’t until a pair of black trousers and spotless black shoes appeared in his periphery that Hyunjin became aware of how much time had passed. As he looked up to meet Seungmin’s eyes, the sky showing through the skylight had darkened significantly, dusk being well underway. 

“Just what exactly do you think you’re doing here?” Seungmin said, in the same bored tone he often adopted when Hyunjin was being too erratic for his liking. “And in my hiding place, no less?” Pouting, Hyunjin dog-eared the page and pretended not to see Seungmin’s responding wince. “Didn’t think anyone would be able to find me.”

His whining tone was met with an eye roll as Seungmin crossed his arms impatiently. “Most people would not think to look for you in the library, because everyone knows how much you hate reading. But I’m not most people. Now get up, you’re due at dinner in half an hour and you’re covered in dust. Not to mention your fiancé has been wandering the castle like a lost soul because you didn’t come to greet him.” “He’s not my fiancé!” Hyunjin protested, groaning as he slowly eased himself out of the cramped bookshelf nook, his joints creaking in protest. Seungmin made no move to help him. 

“Visiting prince who your parents are ‘suggesting’ you marry, same difference,” Seungmin said, looking as if he was holding back a laugh as Hyunjin finally stood to meet his eyes, his face red from the sudden blood rush and his long hair tossed haphazardly in his face. With a fond smile, Seungmin picked a few dust bunnies out of Hyunjin’s long hair like he’d done many times before, adjusting the prince’s hair so it was back in the neat half ponytail he normally kept it in. “Let’s go, Prince Dust Bunny, you should wash up before dinner. Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on your future husband.” 

“That ship has long since sailed,” Hyunjin grumbled, following Seungmin with heavy footsteps as they made their way out of the library. 

“What’s with the book, by the way?” Seungmin asked as they were almost at the grand doors of the library, only sparing a cursory glance back at Hyunjin, who still had the book cradled in his arms like it was more precious than it probably was. “I’ve never seen you get more than ten pages into a book without giving up, you must have been really keen to avoid this prince.” 

“Thought Yunho might like it,” Hyunjin mumbled reluctantly, having in fact brought the book with him instead of leaving it where he found it because he thought Seungmin’s boyfriend, the palace gardener, would enjoy its contents. Hyunjin knew Yunho hated reading, but he did enjoy hearing Seungmin read to him, something the gardener and the prince shared in common. 

Seungmin’s retort died in his lips as a voice called out further down the hallway, “Prince Minho, we should really return to your chambers and wait to be summoned for dinner.” 

Hyunjin froze, quickly thrusting the book in Seungmin’s direction, leaving the poor attendant to scramble to hold it properly. Approaching from the other end of the hallway at what could only be described as a leisurely stroll, was none other than the very person Hyunjin was trying to avoid, with a very flustered guard, one of Hyunjin’s own, trailing after him hopelessly. 

Hyunjin hadn’t seen Prince Minho in years, but he looked the same, only more handsome, if that was possible. Minho had really grown into his features, much to Hyunjin’s annoyance, and his confident posture seemed to indicate that he knew it. 

The winter prince was still frozen in place when Prince Minho and his escort’s path overlapped with his. Hyunjin was regretting not ducking into the nearest supply closet to hide, because Prince Minho looked even more beautiful up close. Warm brown hair, rosy red lips and chestnut brown eyes that narrowed upon seeing Hyunjin. Hyunjin had once known Minho well enough to know when the guarded expression he used with those he wasn’t close to fell over his features, and he could still see the moment it slipped into place as the Cerisian prince stopped in front of Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin wanted nothing more than to avoid eye contact, so he let his eyes trail from the polished boots Prince Minho wore, to the silken white trousers, to the lavender silk robe and matching overcoat gilded in gold flowers. The garment was typical of Cerisian court attire, but he must have been freezing when he arrived. Hyunjin found he did not care about whether the other prince was cold on his journey or not when they finally met eyes, and the air around them was palpably tense. 

Though equal in rank, it was customary for royals to bow to each other upon greeting as a sign of respect. Neither prince moved to bow, choosing instead to maintain prolonged eye contact. Hyunjin was the first to break, because even though he didn’t want to initiate contact, he knew he should based on the fact that he was the one hosting. 

“Prince Minho,” Hyunjin said with the slightest inclination of his head toward the other royal, nothing close to the customary bow. He couldn’t bring himself to bow before the man who had been unkind to him for years, the other prince didn’t deserve that kind of respect. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Seungmin bristle slightly at his cold tone. It was not one he used often, usually reserved for courtiers who thought their status meant others should bend to their will, and Seungmin was unaccustomed to hearing it. The last time Hyunjin had seen Prince Minho had been long before Seungmin was promoted to be his personal attendant. 

“Prince Hyunjin,” the spring prince replied, equally as frosty, his stare seeming to pierce through Hyunjin’s perfectly crafted cold persona that he adopted around the Cerisian prince, straight into his soul. He looked simultaneously menacing and bored, like he would rather be anywhere else in the four kingdoms. He probably did, Hyunjin knew that Prince Minho had accepted his invitation, but he didn’t know how much of that was the prince’s own will and how much of it was his parents’. 

Suddenly, Prince Minho’s demeanour changed, his shoulders loosened as he blinked owlishly at Hyunjin, his gaze trained on Hyunjin’s hair. 

“Is that… dust in your hair?” he asked, seeming almost amused. 

Hyunjin’s eyes widened marginally, shifting his gaze to Seungmin, who had clearly missed a dust bunny in his tidying of his prince’s hair. Seungmin shrugged apologetically but utterly unhelpfully, leaving Hyunjin to fend for himself. Hyunjin took a look at the high, vaulted ceilings, almost as if begging the gods to help him come up with an answer, and failing that, his gaze trailed to the portraits of his ancestors that were lining the hallway in ten foot increments. Neither the gods nor his ancestors appeared to be on his side, because no answer came. 

Squaring his shoulders, Hyunjin looked directly into Prince Minho’s piercing brown eyes before addressing him. “What’s it to you?” was the only thing that came out of his mouth, a childish response he would’ve expected to have given at the age of eight, not twenty two. 

Frustrated and ashamed and utterly unwilling to let Prince Minho see the flush that was beginning to creep up his neck, Hyunjin surged forward, brushing past Minho with a brisk nod to his guard, Seonghwa. A baffled Seungmin was on his tail the entire time as the abashed prince rapidly made his way back to his chambers to wallow in peace. 

Prince Minho of Cerasus arrived at Icehaven Palace in the middle of a blizzard, after eighteen days of travelling across the continent on horseback. To say he was exhausted would be an understatement. He was unaccustomed to long distance travel, only travelling between cities and towns within his own kingdom, and occasionally to Celosia. But neither Cerasus nor Celosia had weather quite this terrible. Minho had never encountered such weather before, and he now understood why the Mahonian king and queen always made the journey to his kingdom instead of asking him and his parents to visit them here. Minho was quite convinced that if he had to live here for any extended period of time, he’d want to get away whenever he could as well. 

His reception was nice enough, the queen greeted him personally in the expansive main hall of the castle, fussing over his tired appearance and snow-covered form. He was assigned a personal guard, as all of his had returned to his kingdom upon abandoning him in a kingdom he had never been to with people he hardly knew (he definitely wasn’t harbouring a lifelong grudge against each and every one of those guards and their descendants), and a personal attendant for his stay in Icehaven Palace. They both seemed nice enough, and were both around his age which would be nice for a change. Many of the guards in Minho’s palace were in their thirties or older, and while they were interesting to be around, Minho did not have the chance to spend time with many people his age.

The guard was a slim but imposing figure, seeming to tower over Minho and looking like he was taking account of every breath Minho took with his wide but piercing eyes, which was a little unnerving, honestly. He was introduced as Lieutenant Park Seonghwa, one of Prince Hyunjin’s personal guards who had been reassigned to Minho for the duration of his stay. If the lieutenant was upset about this assignment, Minho could not tell. The attendant was introduced as Yang Jeongin, who apparently knew all of the ins and outs of the castle and would be able to secure Minho whatever his heart desired, within reason. Minho was polite to his new companions, as he was raised to do, but he wondered all the while how long it would take for him to evade his new shadows and be able to roam the castle without feeling like he was being kept prisoner. 

In the meantime, Minho would have to make do with the situation he was in, so he politely excused himself from the queen, though she was very insistent that he wait just a few moments longer in case her son decided to show up, but it had been abundantly clear to Minho as soon as he stepped in the castle and was greeted only by the queen and a handful of staff members that Prince Hyunjin was not going to grace them with his presence any time soon. 

After Minho insisted on making his leave, Jeongin led him to the chambers where he would be staying for the month he had to live there as Seonghwa carried the small sack of Minho’s belongings he had brought from home. The chambers were well-decorated and nearly as big as his chambers back home, he could tell it was one of the ones meant for important guests. 

The main room had a small sitting area to the right of the door, in front of a fireplace, which Jeongin had rushed in to light as soon as they arrived. The bed against the left wall was massive, much bigger than the one Minho had at home, because he hated feeling small in such a large bed. It was dressed in indigo silk sheets, with a gold brocade on the comforter and pillows. Minho smiled, recognizing the set as a gift from his parents to the Mahonian king and queen many years ago. Minho’s kingdom was the primary exporter of silk across the continent, so it was a safe bet that most if not all of the silk in the castle had been produced in his kingdom. 

Though the bedding was familiar to him, the room also had more animal hides and pelts than Minho had ever seen gathered in one place before. He supposed it was only logical, as they would need to keep warm somehow in the frigid winter kingdom, but Minho shuddered nonetheless at the sight of a particularly realistic white pelt laying across the back of one of the chairs that must have belonged to an arctic fox at some point. 

Probably interpreting his disquieted shudder as a shiver of cold, Jeongin appeared at Minho’s side, wiping the soot from his hands on a white handkerchief with the blue and gold kingdom crest embroidered on it. 

“Would you like me to draw you a bath, Your Highness?” the attendant asked, reaching to help Minho out of the heavy winter cloak he had purchased specifically for this journey. Minho obliged, letting the sharp-eyed man take the cloak off of his shoulders.

“That would be nice, thank you, Jeongin. And you may call me Minho, I do not require honourifics when we are away from the public eye. The same goes for you,” he said, turning to address Seonghwa, who was in the process of placing Minho’s bag in the armoire that was to the left of the door, parallel to the bed. The lieutenant paused, his brows furrowed and wide eyes full of confusion as he pointed to himself as if to say “Me?” 

Minho let out a laugh at seeing the man’s previously intimidating face shift into such an innocent-looking one. “Yes, you. I estimate we are all about the same age, and I don’t have the luxury of being surrounded by people my age when I am at home. So please, refer to me comfortably.” 

As Seonghwa stood there, still dumbfounded, Jeongin piped up brightly “Alright! Minho it is! How would you like your bath?” 

“So scalding my skin turns concerningly red and I have a reason to miss dinner,” Minho replied with a deadpan look on his face. Minho had come to accept that his humour was doomed to be criminally underappreciated, but to his surprise, Jeongin’s face broke out in a gleeful dimpled smile as he scurried off in the direction of the bathing room that lay beyond the bedroom. 

“You got it, boss!” the young attendant exclaimed, sounding slightly too excited about the prospect of drawing Minho the hottest bath he’d ever been in. A surprised laugh bubbled out of Minho’s chest. He could learn to like it here. 

A long bath that left him smelling so floral it reminded him of home and a short nap later, Minho decided to dress himself and wander the castle a bit before dinner. Jeongin had disappeared from his room before his nap, after unpacking Minho’s bag and steaming all of his clothes free of wrinkles and hanging them up in the armoire, a task he did not have to do but did nonetheless. Minho had a feeling the attendant would insist on doing many more things for him over the course of his stay, even though Minho was used to pretty much being left alone at home. Minho wasn’t sure if all personal attendants were this dedicated, as he had not had one since he had nannies as a child, or if Jeongin was just a special brand of enthusiastic. 

Nonetheless, Minho was able to leave his room with one less shadow than he had entered it with, only Seonghwa, who had been posted outside of his door, following him now as he wandered aimlessly throughout the cavernous halls of the castle. 

The layout was considerably different from Minho’s home, with tall sandstone walls and arched doorways and ceilings, instead of the bamboo walls and ornately painted tiered ceilings Minho was accustomed to. He had expected to be cold in the castle walking around in his Cerisian attire, since the place was made almost entirely of stone, but he actually felt strangely warm. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to make Minho question exactly how the castle was being heated, as the small torches mounted on the walls appeared to be more for lighting than heating. 

Now that he thought about it, Minho remembered feeling warmer as soon as he set foot within the palace boundaries. Granted, it had still been cold, because there was still snow everywhere and Minho apparently had delicate Cerisian sensibilities, but to the best of his memory, he had started to warm up as soon as he entered the palace’s outer boundaries, not its walls. 

Minho’s thoughts were broken as he became aware of two things at once. First, Seonghwa’s presence only a couple of paces behind him, much closer than the trailing distance he’d been maintaining up until now. It appeared Seonghwa had been trying to get his attention, which he would have succeeded in doing, had something, or rather someone, not immediately grabbed Minho’s attention as soon as he spotted them. Second, walking closer to him and looking in any direction other than Minho, which let the older know immediately that he was being avoided, was none other than the Ice Prince, Hwang Hyunjin. 

Given that the other prince had not received him despite personally inviting him, Minho had an inkling that Hyunjin had been actively trying to avoid him, and would likely scurry away immediately upon making contact, as he had often done when they were children. Which was why Minho, despite having initially paused upon spotting Hyunjin, continued his leisurely stroll down the hallway, making sure to keep his eyes on Hyunjin the entire time, so that if the other prince looked in his direction he would be forced to make eye contact. 

When they inevitably did make eye contact, Minho stopped where he stood and schooled his expression into the bored one he used when the ladies who worked at the soup kitchen would try to set him up with their sons and daughters, even though he was secretly delighted at the fact that this eye contact appeared to be making Prince Hyunjin squirm. 

Certain that the Ice Prince would run away at any moment, Minho made no move to bow. He did not want to embarrass himself in front of his new guard or the attendant by Hyunjin’s side when he was left in a perfectly polite ninety degree bow in the direction of the space the younger prince had occupied before fleeing. 

“Prince Minho,” Hyunjin spoke first, startling Minho so much that his careful mask almost slipped. He had not expected the Mahonian prince to speak to him at all, though the level of frostiness in his tone was not surprising in the slightest. 

“Prince Hyunjin,” Minho returned, fighting to match the cold tone with his own that he was quite unaccustomed to using. Hyunjin had changed drastically since the last time Minho had seen him. 

He had frustratingly grown to be what looked to be a couple of inches taller than Minho, but luckily they were not standing close enough that Minho had to look up to him. He was sure he’d die if that happened. His face had lost nearly all of its dumpling-like softness that Minho had once fussed over for hours when they were children, and was now angular in a very flattering way, making him look all the more like the Ice Prince he was said to be. His hair was also much longer than Minho had ever seen it, long enough to be kept in a short ponytail, with only a few wisps falling out, and… “Is that… dust in your hair?” The question slipped out before Minho could stop it, but he found himself unable to regret it once he saw the look of panic flash across Hyunjin’s face. It made him look more real, much more like the Hyunjin he once knew. 

“What’s it to you?” the younger prince blurted, before his eyes widened and he darted past Minho, who could only sigh as he watched him leave. Definitely like the Hyunjin he once knew. 

After the mess he had made of himself in the hallway, Hyunjin did not want to attend dinner, begging Seungmin to say he had a stomachache and would be retiring early. It wasn’t a complete lie, as Hyunjin’s stomach felt as uneasy as it had used to feel on the boat rides they used to take to Cerasus when he was a child. But Seungmin refused to lie for him, and said that he would not bring him food later on if he skipped dinner, knowing quite well that Hyunjin had not eaten all afternoon and was likely starving. 

Seungmin’s persuasion unfortunately worked, so Hyunjin found himself seated across from Minho at the long but mostly empty dinner table, his mother having given up her usual spot next to the king so that the two could sit opposite each other. She seemed quite fond of Minho, asking him many questions about his travels and his life back in Cerasus, but Hyunjin tuned most of it out, focusing only on his dinner. He tried not to eat too much, but he was really starving and ended up being the last one to finish eating, well after everyone else had finished. 

After Minho excused himself abruptly but politely and retired to his chambers with Jeongin and Seonghwa on his heels, Hyunjin’s mother shifted back into her usual chair so she could glare at her son properly. 

“What was that?” she questioned, taking a sip of her plum wine as she stared daggers at her son over the rim of her goblet. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hyunjin mumbled around a large bite of persimmon tart. 

“Manners, Hwang Hyunjin,” his mother snapped, like he was five years old again. Heat rose to Hyunjin’s face as he forced himself to swallow the pastry with a sip of plum wine to wash it down. The sweetness of the wine cancelled out the sweetness of the dessert, leaving his mouth with a bitter taste in it, but Hyunjin couldn’t bring himself to eat or drink anything more now that his parents seemed set on interrogating him. 

“Why do you insist on giving our guest, your guest, the cold shoulder?” his mother questioned. Hyunjin looked to his father for help, but the king seemed very interested in the contents of his wine goblet, swirling it counterclockwise and decidedly avoiding inserting himself in the conversation. 

“He’s mean to me,” Hyunjin grumbled, hating how much he sounded like a petulant child. 

“Have you even spoken to him since he arrived?” the queen retorted. 

“Well-” Hyunjin started, before deciding that the interaction in the hallway did not count as a conversation. “No, but-”

“But what, Hwang Hyunjin?” his mother sighed. Hyunjin remained quiet, because he did not have a way to end that sentence that would not result in his mother scolding him more. He could tell she was starting to get frustrated with him as her nails were tapping rhythmically against the cherry wood table. 

The king chimed in now, placing his hand placatingly on top of his wife’s to stop the tapping. “All we ask is that you try to speak with him, Hyunjin. Perhaps he’s changed since the last time you saw him. Think about how out of his element he must feel here. It needs to be you who reaches out.” Hyunjin knew his father was right, but he hated it. He would rather walk through a blizzard in nothing but his undergarments than be the one to break the years-long tension between him and Prince Minho, but he had made a promise to his parents, after all, and he couldn’t let them down. 

Masterlist.

Taglist: @wooyussy @saltyone101 @burningupp

[chrisbangsbf]

let it out

Pairing: Chan/Minho/Hyunjin/Felix (ot8)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1k

Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, shapeshifting, hybrids, vomiting, hairballs, domestic, mild hurt/comfort

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"I know better than to groom when I'm like that– god fucking damn it," Minho groans.

Chan really does feel a little sorry for him, with his ears turned down and his tail drooping so pitifully like it is. "I know, babe. Just let it all out."

OR Cat shapeshifter Minho has a hairball problem and gets comforted by his boyfriends.

[im-tops-bottom]

Minlix on the cruise in Staten Island for Tommy Hilfiger and no one is writing a Titanic fanfic where Felix is Rose and Lee Know is Jack???? We have lost our minds

[cuddlepilefics]

Sick and injured

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Minho

Caregivers: Hyunjin and Felix

Prompt @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Minho groaned as he pushed himself off the floor. “Gosh, you okay?”, Hyunjin gasped as he knelt next to the older. Though Minho nodded, his eyes seemed a little out of focus and the motion sent his head spinning. Seeing his hyung try to get up, Felix denied: “Take it easy for a moment.” To keep Minho from getting up, the Aussie rested his hand on the other’s shoulder, making him flinch. Felix’ brows furrowed with worry as his touch had been light. “It’s okay”, Minho panted, squeezing his eyes shut, “It’s okay, probably bruised my shoulder or something.” – “What about your head”, Hyunjin inquired, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair out of his hyung’s face, “Woah, you’re burning, hyung.” Sighing, Minho laid back on the floor and drew a shaky breath.

He had barely gotten any sleep the previous night. Coming down with a cold, Minho had had a hard time breathing through his nose, which made it incredibly difficult for him to fall asleep. He had probably already been running a fever, thinking back to how restless he had felt all night. The congestion in his sinuses had been messing with his balance all day and combined with the fever, he had been tripping himself frequently. Minho was honestly surprised that his fellow dance-liners had only noticed it now. He hadn’t been himself at all today and since they were the only ones there, he would’ve expected to be called out for his clumsiness immediately.

“I’m kinda sick but no, I didn’t hit my head”, Minho breathed, keeping his eyes closed to avoid the ceiling light aggravating his headache, “Only fell on my shoulder and it feels pretty sore but I’m not sure there’s much damage aside from a bruise.” – Kinda sick means?”, Hyunjin pressed, studying his hyung more closely while Felix got to his feet to collect the other’s water bottle. Lifting his left hand to rub at his nose, Minho sniffled: “Wasn’t much more than a runny nose and headache. I’m pretty stuffed up and it’s messing with my balance a bit.” – “Well, dancing most certainly didn’t help”, Felix sighed as he uncapped his hyung’s water bottle, “Your fever seems to be pretty high now. Do you think you can sit up to have some water?” Minho nodded and sat up with a grimace. His shoulder really did hurt now.

Accepting the bottle from his dongsaeng, Minho downed a few sips and shuddered as goosebumps spread down his arms. Felix took the bottle and screwed on the lid before holding it to the other’s forehead. It eased Minho’s headache some but he was already starting to shiver. “How’s your shoulder? I think we should get you back to the dorm to rest if your shoulder isn’t too bad”, Hyunjin asked softly, afraid they’d have to take the older to the hospital to get his injury looked at.

Considering his entire body ached already and his shoulder wasn’t significantly worse, Minho didn’t think his shoulder was seriously hurt, so they agreed to head back to their dorms. He had intended to take a hot shower to soothe the chills but was growing increasingly stiff and the task just sounded way too exhausting. Most movements of his right arm sent a sharp pain through his shoulder, so Minho slipped his right hand into the pocket of his hoodie to try and keep it as still as possible. Felix had linked his arm with Minho’s left afraid the older would fall again with how badly his balance was lacking. He felt Minho stiffen next to him as his breath hitched. “You okay, hyung?”, the Aussie asked worriedly, letting go of the other’s arm. The older gave a quick nod before bringing his hand up to his face, catching two itchy sneezes. His eyes welled up with tears as his face contorted in pain. Running his wrist under his nose, Minho sniffled: “M-my shoulder really didn’t like that.”

Minho had gone straight to his room to rest, foregoing the shower he had so been looking forward to earlier that day. Most of the members still had schedule but Hyunjin and Felix had decided to stay with him. After checking Minho’s shoulder for bruises, Felix helped the older try to get comfortable. There was no bruise to be seen yet but with how stiff he seemed, it had to hurt a lot. “Do you want me to get you an icepack?”, Felix asked once they had sorted his hyung’s pillows in a way that would support his shoulder just right. Tiredly relaxing into the soft material beneath him, Minho breathed: “I dunno. Feel cold enough already. Ugh, huh- ndo… I-I n-need to- need to s-snee-“ Panicking, the dancer scrubbed at his nose. Minho tried to keep his breath from hitching, fearing the pain that would inevitably come with sneezing. He was stressing so bad, he barely felt the two small hands on his arm and shoulder. “It’s okay, hyung. I got you”, Felix hummed, bracing his friend’s arm. The Aussie felt the muscles tense under his fingers as Minho stifled two forceful sneezes. Shakily releasing a breath, the older admitted: “That didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. Thanks, Lix.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get that looked at?”, Hyunjin asked from the doorway, “How are you going to get any rest like this?” Defeatedly dropping his head onto his pillow, Minho sighed: “I know. I just- I feel like I pulled a muscle with the way I fell on it and there’s nothing a doctor can really do about it but tell me to give it time to heal. A trip to the hospital just sounds way to exhausting just to get advice that I already know.” – “True”, the younger agreed, chewing his lip, “Uhm, I could make you some soup. You know, so you can take painkillers after eating a bit.” They were dancers and each of them had pulled muscles on numerous occasions, so if Minho said that was what was going on with his shoulder, chances were high that he was right about it. Hyunjin just wished there was more they could do to help their hyung. “That sounds really nice actually”, Minho mumbled, “I don’t really have an appetite and my throat’s scratchy but it’d be awesome to take something for the pain. Might bring the fever down too.” The younger nodded before making his way to the kitchen to prepare his hyung some food.

Felix promised Minho he’d be right back for cuddles but quickly rushed to the bathroom to get a cold washcloth. “Let me put that on your forehead”, the Aussie muttered, brushing the hair out of Minho’s face, “That should help with the fever and headache till you’re able to take some medicine.” With Felix running his fingers though his hair and the cold cloth on his forehead soothing the headache, Minho soon found himself growing drowsy. His body wrecked by the sleepless night and hours of dancing before. Whenever Minho’s breathing would waver, Felix hands wandered to his shoulder, ready to brace it so it wouldn’t get jerked if the older had to sneeze.

By the time Hyunjin joined them with a steaming bowl of soup, Minho was close to drifting off. Everything felt fuzzy and he struggled to wake himself back up to eat something. Only when he had to sneeze and his shoulder tensed despite Felix’ support, did the pain bring him back to focus. It was frustrating having to sit back up after taking so long to find a comfortable position but the promise of medicine and a nap afterwards made it bearable. Minho realized just how lucky he had been to have fallen onto his right arm. Sure, he had learned to eat with his right hand too but with the fever making him clumsy, it sure would’ve been difficult to feed himself. “Thanks”, Minho whispered as he accepted the spoon. Hyunjin held the bowl for him while Felix went to trade the washcloth for medicine and also retrieved a small tub of ointment.

“Here’s your medicine and if you stay like this for a moment, I’ll rub some ointment on your shoulder”, Felix hummed as he handed his hyung the pills. Minho quickly rinsed them down with a few sips of water and leant into Hyunjin’s side for support while Felix dabbed the ointment onto his shoulder. Lightly grazing the other’s skin with his fingers, Felix commented: “There’s still no bruise, which is good but if my touch hurts anywhere, please let me know.” The older gave a soft hum and closed his eyes. Trusting his dongsaeng fully, Minho was able to relax and it was easy to see how the tension melted away. Well, anywhere but in his shoulder, which remained still at his side. Felix’ hands were gentle and it didn’t necessarily but there were a few spots that felt overly sore and sensitive. Seeing the older wince, Felix reduced the pressure and lightly brushed his fingertips over the spot in hopes of easing the discomfort.

Confused when Hyunjin nodded at him, Felix looked at Minho’s face and had to suppress a giggle. The older had fallen asleep against Hyunjin’s side, his face peaceful. Wanting their hyung to get as much rest as possible, the two decided to lay him down. Felix carefully guided Minho’s arm, so it wouldn’t get twisted again while Hyunjin eased him down on the pillows. “I’ll fetch an icepack for his head”, the Aussie announced, leaving it to Hyunjin to tuck Minho in. The dorm was quiet aside from the occasional stuffy snore and Felix quickly shot their maknaes a text to be quiet when they got home, so they wouldn’t wake Minho, who obviously needed that rest dearly.

Minho had woken up for a moment when Hyunjin tucked the blanket around his shoulder, glancing up at his dongsaeng with a feverish gloss in his eyes. “You can go back to sleep, hyung”, the younger whispered, “We’ll either be in Felix’ or the living room if you need anything.” Accepting the icepack from Felix, Hyunjin carefully draped it across Minho’s forehead before drawing the blinds.

Not wanting to disturb their hyung, Hyunjin and Felix settled on the Aussie’s bed and watched a drama together. Their phones buzzed with messages from their group chat. The members were telling Minho to feel better while Chan announced 3racha would be bringing home takeout for dinner, so they could eat together at the dorm Minho shared with the maknae-line. Everything would be taken care of and there’d be more than enough people to help Minho out shoulder he need anything or change his mind about seeing a doctor.

Luckily, he did manage to sleep for the entire three hours before their groupmates returned from their schedules. It was only after dinner that Minho shyly approached Felix. He had been holding back his sneezes all evening, afraid of hurting himself but the tickle was slowly growing unbearable. “L-Lix?”, Minho mumbled quietly, “I k-kinda- I kinda need your… your help.” The younger looked at him, head tilted curiously as his hyung blushed. Motioning to his face, Minho scrunched up his nose and whispered: “’s so itchy.” Felix finally got the hint and took Minho’s left hand, guiding him to the bathroom. “Here, sit”, the Aussie directed, pulling a few tissues from the box. Pressing the tissues into Minho’s hand, he gently felt around the other’s shoulder before tightening his grip to hold it securely. Minho doubted he could feel anymore embarrassed than he did, drawing a shaking breath through his nose. Sniffling, he tried to trigger the sneeze he had been fighting all evening but by now it was stuck.

Minho lightly traced the edge of a tissue against his septum, making his breath hitch. A soft whimper escaped his lips before he was thrown into an itchy sneezing fit. “Bless”, Felix smiled sympathetically, “You done?” Urgently shaking his head, Minho caught two more sneezes. “Ndow I’b done”, he rasped behind his tissues, ready to blow his nose as soon as Felix let go of him. Tossing the tissues into the trash, Minho went to wash his hands and sighed in relief: “Thanks Lix, those were really bothering me.”