#Xu Minghao Oneshot

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BREAK AND RETURN

✰ — brother's-bandmate!minghao x f!reader ✷ — summary: last week minghao did what he thought was best and put an end to your fling. he sees you again before band practice and can't help but give in to his desires. ✰ — wc is approx. 5k ✷ — genre: 90s au, smut, fwb/fucking your brother's friend ✰ — warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it! yk it!), pet names (good girl, angel, etc), jealousy, possessiveness, and lust. backshots, off-screen masturbation, fingering and pussy-licking. lmk if anything else should be added :) ✷ — rating: 18+ ✰ — note: this is a part of @beomcoups's "now that's 90's" svt collab! thank u very much for letting me join the collab! i had fun chatting n interacting with new people ^-^ i hope everyone enjoys the fic!! thank you very much to @wooahaeproductions for reading this over and reassuring me <3 tagging @idyllic-ghost and @onlyhuis bc i think you both wanted tagged but i can't remember, so sorry!!!

here’s the thing: minghao isn’t stupid. 

he knows better. he truly does. he isn’t some idiot stuck at a claw machine at an arcade, doesn’t keep feeding it his money while never getting any closer to winning a prize. minghao knows when to quit something, when to step away. 

that’s why he broke things off with you, after all. he had thought it would be easy. the two of you weren’t in a real relationship. you weren’t like tom cruise and nichole kidman – the two of you were just fucking. no strings attached. 

but of course there were strings attached. you’re the kid sister to his friend and bandmate, josh; at first minghao thought he would be fine keeping it a secret. he didn’t need to take you out on dates and show you off like you were the best thing since bon jovi. the two of you were content in each other’s arms, naked chest against naked chest, legs intertwined as you dozed off. 

minghao, however, wasn’t stupid.

he knew there were strings attached to the both of you. he knew that it was a bad idea, fucking his bandmate’s little sister. every time he kissed your warm mouth, he knew he was betraying josh’s trust. it wasn’t fair of him to to that to josh, and it wasn’t fair of him to put you, josh’s sister, in a position to lie to your own brother. 

so minghao took initiative and broke off the relationship. 

he wasn’t stupid, and he knew the first time he would see you after breaking up with you would be hard. he knew it would be. it’s hard for real couples, for couples that hold hands as they walk down the street and talk about what to name the cat they’re going to adopt. he had imagined it would be hard, to some degree, to see you. the two of you might have steered away from such topics as rings and shared apartments and other things that left the fantasy of forever in your minds, but he knew you. he knew how you sighed after he kissed the space under your ear, he knew how you looked fresh from the shower with your face shining from the heat of the water. he knew how you looked when you concentrated on painting your toes, how you looked when you begged him to see clueless at the theater because josh thought it would be stupid and you didn’t know who else to ask. 

he knew you, and perhaps that was worse than dating you. 

he knew you, and you knew him, and minghao isn’t stupid but he didn’t know that seeing you again would hurt so much. 

you look beautiful. you always do, according to minghao. you’re sitting on that old couch josh and him spent an hour trying to shove into the garage for their band practices. you’re wearing ridiculous clothes, baggy comfy pants and the ugly oversized sweater with the worn collar and checkers and stripes on it. you’re talking to soonyoung, hands waving excitedly as the two of you laugh. your beauty bubbles out with every breath of laughter, seems to radiate in your chest like a little star, and minghao knows that even if winona ryder was in the room with them he would still choose you as the most beautiful. 

you catch sight of minghao. you shoot him a grin, large and inviting, as if he hadn’t made you cry last week. you give him a little wave. “hi, minghao!”

and then you turn back to soonyoung, your knee pressed against his. 

it’s so ridiculous; he’s ridiculous. minghao feels his stomach twist, as if someone was wringing it like a wash cloth after doing dirty dishes. you’re beautiful and radiant, and you spoke two words to minghao before turning to soonyoung, as if minghao wasn’t anyone particularly special. 

he can’t help but stare at you. you lift a hand, and, in a move he recognizes as you flirting because you’ve done it to him when you want him to fuck you, you tuck your hair back behind your ear. you are wearing small pearl stud earrings and immediately minghao recognizes them as the ones he bought for you a year and a half ago, right before the two of you started fucking. 

you tuck your hair back behind your ear and soonyoung watches, his mouth parted a little, and minghao feels like he needs to punch something. 

“funny, isn’t it?” josh says, appearing at minghao’s side. josh runs his tongue over his lip ring, pulling at the sleeves of his plaid jacket. “it looks like soonyoung’s got a crush on my kid sister.”

“yeah,” minghao says, throat tight. he watches as soonyoung edges slightly closer, his thigh now pressed firmly against yours. you don’t move away. minghao wants you to move away, or better yet, slap soonyoung. 

minghao isn’t a violent person, either. he isn’t violent, nor is he jealous. but once he also had thought he was above the lure of lust, was above giving into the craving of needing your body against his, dick stuffed in your pussy and his mouth dominating yours. 

maybe you just had some sort of power over him that no one else did. maybe it’s like that movie practical magic, and you’ve placed a spell on him, bewitching him. 

“i think he’s going to ask her out soon,” josh carries on, as if he’s ignorant to the way minghao is one step from having a crisis. “i saw the drive-in is going to be playing jurassic park. i remember when it first came out and how much she loved seeing it at the theater. it’ll be a good chance for soonyoung to ask her on a date.”

minghao scoffs. “you know he’s scared of that movie. whenever we bring out the vhs he runs.”

josh shrugs. “if he likes her as much as i think he does, i think soonyoung will be fine.”

“and you’re okay with it?” minghao turns to josh, putting his back to you and soonyoung. “you’re totally okay with soonyoung dating your sister?”

josh shrugged, twisting his mouth a little in thought. “well. i think – i think he really likes her, you know? he’s not just gonna fuck her and leave her hanging around until he wants her again.”

minghao’s mouth sours, and he bites back a venomous remark. that’s what his relationship with you was like, wasn’t it? he has no place to try and insert himself between you and soonyoung’s blossoming relationship.

“you know how soonyoung is, though,” minghao says, despite himself. he folds his arms in front of him, drumming his fingers against his bare skin. he sees the little flower tattoo on his ring finger, the one he got after you spent an evening at his apartment drawing flowers into your lisa frank notebook with glitter pens. “he’s flighty. he’s never stayed with a chick longer than a month. what if he breaks her heart?”

josh hums. “i can’t keep her locked away in the house forever, hao. she’s grown. she can make her own decisions. and if that is soonyoung, the same soonyoung who refuses to drive without everyone wearing seatbelts and insists on someone holding his hand as he gets a tattoo, then i’m fine with that.”

minghao huffs. he walks away from josh, knowing that josh is right. you are grown and can make your own decisions. for a year and a half, that was minghao. you chose to go to his apartment, chose to get on your knees and offer your mouth. you chose to lay by his side, fingers gently tracing the vine tattoo that climbed up his left arm as minghao murmured about the future. for a year and a half you chose minghao, until he took that choice away from you. 

and now you were sitting at soonyoung’s side on an old, musty couch, laughing at some stupid joke. 

minghao grabbed his bass off of its stand, bringing the strap up around his neck. his fingers find the strings naturally, absentmindedly plucking out the beginning of u2’s “one”. on the body of his bass, down towards the bridge, is a strawberry shortcake sticker that you had gingerly pressed onto his instrument. 

josh joins minghao, calling back to soonyoung. jihoon and vernon come through the door leading to the kitchen, each of them holding a jolt cola. 

“finally,” minghao sighs, glaring at the two other men. “come on. practice started ten minutes ago.”

soonyoung stands from the couch, still talking to you. you’re looking up at him with a smile, eyes sparkling. 

“kwon soonyoung!” minghao snaps. he stops playing the bass, narrowing his eyes at soonyoung. “come on! just because you have all day doesn’t mean the rest of us do. why don’t you fucking respect the rest of us and stop flirting and get the fuck over here.”

josh sucks in a breath next to minghao but doesn’t say anything. soonyoung gives you a small wave, and then he’s jogging over. he glances at minghao, murmuring a small apology. 

minghao doesn’t care. he’s watching you. you lean forward, elbows on your knees, tilting your head and eyes on minghao. your sweater – that overly large, horrible sweater – is loose at the collar, and as you lean forward the hole widens and gapes and falls, giving minghao a view of the valley between your tits and the top of your black silk bra, and all that skin above it. 

and he remembers. minghao remembers what it was like to press his mouth to your skin, to hold your tits in his hands and feel their weight and warmth. he remembers being between your warm thighs, remembers how soft your body was and how he always seemed to sink into it. 

you stand. “well, i’ll leave you guys alone so you can practice.”

minghao watches as you leave, the hem of your sweater covering your ass. he remembers you walking from his bed wearing an overly large nirvana shirt, how the hem tapped against your ass as you walked away and to the kitchen. 

and here’s the thing: minghao isn’t stupid. 

he broke things off with you. he isn’t with you anymore, doesn’t have the privilege of getting horny and jealous of you. he doesn’t get to act on his frustrations when he sees you taunting him, when he sees you getting your petty revenge for breaking up with you. you’re stirring something up with soonyoung, and he doesn’t get to veto that, doesn’t get to act as if he has any say in your life. 

after all, he’s the one that made sure he wouldn’t. he’s the one that made sure to draw the line between the two of you. 

practice starts, and minghao is somewhere else entirely. he gets the order of the songs mixed up, starts playing basket case before live forever. he loses all of his picks and has to borrow from vernon, and his mind keeps slipping back to you. 

an hour passes like that, with minghao not really there. he’s between your thighs, face pressed against your pussy; he’s in your arms, heels digging into his back as you urge him to go deeper. he’s everywhere but there, everywhere with you. 

eventually minghao loses another pick, and josh sighs from the front. he goes over to the speaker and dials it off, frowning at everyone. “i’m thinking we should take a break. we’re not doing our best, and everyone seems really scattered right now. let’s break for supper and come back and really put work in.”

the others nod, turning off their instruments or, in jihoon’s case, setting down his drumsticks. “we need to get focused,” jihoon agrees, serious. “we’re not going to keep maintaining gigs if we’re fucking around like this. we need to be serious about what we’re doing. we need to be bringing our everything to every practice. none of this bullshit.” 

josh nods, setting his guitar back in its case. his case, just like minghao’s, is decorated with stickers you’ve slapped on. besides strawberry shortcake there’s lisa frank, rugrats, pokemon. there’s squiggly lines and smiley faces and flowers, all the signs pointing to you. 

“honestly,” joshua says, voice grave, “if, by some fucking miracle, the black rose calls back and says they want us to perform for them, i’ll have to turn them down.”

soonyoung protests, brow furrowed. “come on! this is just one practice we’ve fucked up. it’s not like we’re always fucking around. let’s just take a break, clear our heads, and come back at it. this isn’t something that needs to be repeated or stressed over.”

“i’m thinking about a triple decker pizza,” vernon says, prompted by no one. josh rolls his eyes, grinning, and the band begins to split into groups for food. 

“where you wanna go?” soonyoung asks minghao. he’s blinking innocently at minghao, completely ignorant of the absolute sin going through his mind. he doesn’t know that minghao thought about punching him only an hour ago, doesn’t know he’s been fantasizing about the way your thighs felt under his fingertips while fumbling his fingers over the bass strings. 

“i think i’ll just run home and grab something,” minghao lies, setting his guitar on its stand. soonyoung pouts, nodding. 

minghao lingers behind the others, lying to josh about misplacing his keys and promising to lock the house behind him. you were doing your homework, josh said, and he didn’t want you to be disturbed. 

minghao waits until soonyoung, whom always seems to be the last one to leave, pulls out of the driveway with vernon jamming out in the passenger seat beside him, and then he’s moving. 

he knows the way up to your bedroom as if it was his own. he goes up the carpeted stairs, past the various pictures of you in flouncy dresses and huge bows as babies, past the awkward family photo with you and josh pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, wearing matching sweater vests. he flips on the mickey mouse lightswitch at the top of the staircase, and then he’s opening your bedroom door. 

your room is your sanctuary. the bedroom walls are painted a soft lilac from your childhood, covered in posters from spice girls to nirvana and aerosmith. there’s beanie babies hanging over your mirror, a troll doll on your dresser. your room is littered with comics and cd cases, all of your cds stacked in small piles around the stereo. you’ve got backstreet boys playing from your stereo, and minghao doesn’t even have it in him to make a comment about it. 

meanwhile, you – 

you are on your bed. you’re still wearing that sweater, but that’s all. your blankets are on the floor, pillow stuffed underneath your hips. your entire lower half is bare, one leg extended out and the other bent. the room has the faint, barely-there smell of cunt, and it’s more intoxicating than any drug. 

you meet minghao’s eyes sheepishly, hands smoothing down your thighs. “missed you,” is all you say, fingers slowly dragging across your thighs and towards your center. 

minghao is across the room in record time, pulling off his bomber jacket and throwing it to the ground. “we don’t have a lot of time,” he says, hands pulling up the hem of his shirt to zip down his pants. “the others just went to eat.”

“then you better hurry,” you say, eyes sparkling. you don’t make any comments about him stumbling back into your bed after breaking everything off. instead you spread out your legs, your hands making quick work of your sweater and bra, and minghao falls onto your bed. 

“i’ve prepared,” you say as he settles between your thighs. he can’t help but run his hands over your skin, treasuring the feel of your skin beneath his. this was his favorite place on earth, he realizes; between your thighs, skin to skin. 

“you’ve prepared?” he echos, raising a brow. you nod, biting down on your lip. “been waiting for me, is that it?”

“you or soonyoung,” you say, grinning at him. 

minghao scowls at you, pinching your skin between his fingertips. “shut up,” he commands you. “don’t wanna hear you say his name ever again.”

you laugh at him, reaching out. you lace your fingers around his neck, bringing his face down to yours. you press a quick, close-lipped kiss to his mouth. “sorry,” you say, voice still light and giggly. “couldn’t help it.”

minghao growls, and then he’s lacing his hands in your hair and smashing his mouth back to yours. he pries open your mouth with his tongue, delving in and reclaiming that familiar space. he can’t believe he’s gone over a week without kissing you – it’s a sin, he’s sure, to not kiss you and have you whimpering underneath his touch. it’s a greater sin to not kiss you than it is to be kissing his friend’s little sister, surely. 

he sucks at your bottom lip, moving his hands down your thighs. they’re sticky on the inside, no doubt from when you prepared yourself earlier. when he moves his hand deeper between your thighs it’s wetter, warmer, stickier, and he thinks that this is a heaven of it’s own. you sigh against his mouth, and then he’s ducking his head and moving his body, mouth slipping from yours and skimming down over your chin and along your throat. 

you whine, and he can’t help but chuckle against your skin. he suckles at your throat. you open beneath him so wonderfully, it’s a wonder he was ever able to separate from you at all. 

minghao moves down your body, kissing each and every spot he missed. the top of the valley between your tits, the skin of your shoulder. he mouths at your nipples, slipping his hand up between your legs so his fingers brush at your pussy lips. 

you shiver beneath him. he laps at one of your nipples with his tongue, fingers dipping and sliding your cunt. he doesn’t apply any real pressure,  just content with teasing you and hearing those whines and moans he missed. 

“hao,” you groan out, fingers moving to his hair. you tangle your fingers in his locks, pulling softly. “hao –”

he shushes you, and then his fingers are slipping into your cunt. you moan out, head tipping back. he slips two into your hole, biting down at his lip as your pussy contracts around him, trying to suck his fingers in further, desperate for his touch. 

your cunt is hot around his fingers. it’s not as tight as it would have been if you hadn’t prepared, and it’s easy for him to slide his two fingers down to the base, brushing his fingertips against your core.

“fuck,” he sighs, pressing his face against your stomach. he breathes in, inhaling your scent. you’re so wonderful. you smell wonderful, feel wonderful. he wants to devour you; he can’t imagine why he ever left you. 

he slides his fingers from your cunt, drawing a high whine from your lips. minghao clicks his tongue at you, and then he’s pushing three fingers in. you shudder, cunt clenching so tight around his digits that he can’t move. 

“easy, baby,” he mumbles, his free hand going to your leg. minghao pulls your leg over his shoulder, nose pressing against your thigh. he can feel your skin against his eyelash as his breathes you in here, too. “gotta be easy and good for me.”

you let out a long breath, eyes sliding shut. your cunt loosens around his fingers, and as a reward minghao moves down further between your legs. he presses his face to your cunt, the smell of your pussy surrounding him. 

he knows he should hurry. he knows his band will be back soon. but that doesn’t stop minghao from running his tongue along your clit, doesn’t stop him from tasting this part of you. he missed it so much – missed your cunt, how it smelled and felt and tasted. 

your thighs clench around his head, but he continues. minghao scissors his fingers in you, not focused on stretching you but instead making you feel good. he laps at your lit in broad strokes, and then he’s sucking at your little bean, a loud squeal escaping your lips. 

“quiet!” he hisses, though he feels his lips twitching up at the corner. he does it again and again between licks of his tongue, feeling your body shake beneath his and little sounds of ecstasy escape your lips. 

“hao!” you whine out, fingers digging slightly into his scalp. “gotta – gotta hurry, josh –”

you couldn’t manage a full sentence, high moans and squeals escaping your mouth and interrupting your words. but minghao understood all the same, and he was pressing one last kiss to your pussy before he withdrew. 

he wiped his hand off on the sheets, and then he was pushing his pants and boxers down to his knees. he fisted his shirt with one hand, raising it and keep it away from your soaking cunt as he moved close. 

you plant your feet on the bed, tilting your hips up for him. you’re so good, he thinks. you’re perfect. and you’re his. 

minghao pressed the head of his cock against your cunt, watching as your entire body seemed to freeze in anticipation. you were so ready for him, so eager. you were biting down at your lip, eyes large and watching, and minghao couldn’t even pretend he wasn’t feeling the same way. 

he crowded down over you, releasing his shirt and moving his hand to cup your face. minghao rolled his tongue into your mouth, the noises of your wet mouths meeting making his cock throb with anger.

he fucked into your cunt, a deep groan escaping you. your pussy was tight, despite preparation, but warm and wet and minghao slowly slid deeper and deeper. your body took his cock easily, as it always had, and he knew that the two of you were meant for each other. 

“hao,” you moan out, lashes fluttering. you speak against his mouth, breath hot. “feels good, hao. want it. missed you so much, hao.”

“i know, baby,” he mumbles, hand sinking into your hair. he slides until his cock is buried as far as it can go within you, your pussy clamping down on his cock. he wanted to move, wanted to immediately begin fucking you. instead he held back, hand twisting in your hair. “i missed you too.”

you bite at your lip, and then you’re tightening your legs around his waist. minghao takes this as permission, and he begins drawing his hips back. the slide of his dick against your walls feels so good, feels perfect, all slick warmth that makes his toes curl and eyes flutter. 

he can’t believe he left you. he can’t believe he ended this. he’s so fucking stupid – 

minghao fucks back into your cunt, and it feels like coming home. he begins setting a slow, deep rhythm that makes you arch up around him, mouth wide and eyes pinched shut. he just looks at you, takes in the shape of your mouth and your lashes, just looks and adores you. 

his hand moves from your hair to your ear, and he traces the shell of your ear as he grinds into you. he follows the curve, adoring. he thumbs at your earlobe, just touching you, when he touches that pearl earring. 

and minghao thinks back. he thinks back to how you had tucked your hair behind your ear for soonyoung, how you had acted all cute and coy for him. how you had taunted minghao. 

his hips slow to a stop, and you whine for him. for a moment he just focuses on your earrings, staring. 

“you’re such a bad girl,” he growls out, and then he’s slamming back into your pussy, the sound of skin hitting skin loud. you cry out, startled, and then he’s setting a punishing, brutal pace. 

“you’re so bad,” he hisses, hand moving down to your throat. he doesn’t choke you, just places his hand against your throat. “teasing me like that with soonyoung. so fucking bad. wanted me to get jealous, didn’t you?”

you whimper, eyes rolling back as he fucks you. each thrust into your cunt is wet and loud, and he fucks you knowing that you’ll feel the ache hours later. 

“wanted me jealous of kwon soonyoung,” minghao murmurs, and he’s ducking his head to bite at your neck. you cry out, cunt tightening around his dick. he bites and licks and sucks, marking your neck as his. 

because you are his. he was a fool to think otherwise. you’re his and he’s yours, and he’ll show kwon soonyoung. 

minghao pulls out – you whine – and he flips you around. minghao moves to his knees, pulling you up and back so you’re on all fours. he enters you with a rough thrust, and then he’s resuming his hard pace, chasing out each sting of skin slapping skin, seeking that pain-pleasure. 

“you’re mine,” he says, hands tight around your hips. he watches your ass jiggle with each thrust, some animalistic urge to take coming over him. “you’re mine, angel. fucking mine and no one else’s. got it?”

you nod against your pillows, arching your back and pushing back to him. you fuck back onto him, meeting each thrust, and minghao can’t help but feel satisfied. 

as if you’d ever do this for kwon soonyoung. as if you’d ever let him fuck you like this, as if you’d ever give yourself over to kwon soonyoung as eagerly as you do minghao.

“you gotta cum,” minghao commands, slapping at your ass. you cry out, fingers twisting in the sheets. “gotta cum around my cock, baby. milk me.”

he reaches down, grabbing his shirt and pushing it up out of the way. his fingers slip into your cunt, fluttering around where the two of you are connected to grind down on the gummy area surrounding your clit. you whine, and only a couple of thrusts later you’re tightening around his dick. 

“that’s it,” minghao says, biting down on his lip. “gush around my dick, angel. come on, cum for me.”

your moans rise in pitch as you cum, and he fucks you through it. he fucks into your pussy as it quivers, fluttering around his dick. once you’re finished, whining from oversensitivity, minghao pulls out of your pussy – your warm, tight, delightful pussy – and fucks into his hand until he’s shooting out warm stripes of cum, painting your back white. he feels fuckin amazing, adrenaline and lust and something he can’t quite name rushing through his veins. 

he pants, watching as his cum taints your skin. you’re so beautiful like this, stained with him. he says as much, rubbing his hand over your ass and back. 

a car honks from the street. minghao curses, and then he’s flinging himself off of the bed. he grabs his bomber jacket, hesitates, and then quickly wipes himself down. 

“i’ll wash it,” you promise, and he ducks down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your mouth. 

“good girl,” he murmurs, moving to press a kiss to your temple. “such a good girl for me.”

he darts for the bathroom after leaving your bedroom, flicking on the goofy lightswitch. he looks in the mirror. he looks – well, he looks like he just spent the last half hour fucking someone. 

but not just anyone, he thinks, grabbing his shirt and flapping it to try and get some fresh air against his skin. he spent the last half hour fucking you. 

vernon looks at him weirdly as he hands minghao a few slices of pizza. “been busy?”

minghao shrugs, pressing his hair back from his face. “went jogging a bit to try and clear my mind of all it’s shit. need to bring everything to practice.”

vernon looks like he doesn’t believe minghao, but vernon, also, doesn’t care. so minghao watches as his friend grabs a soda from the fridge. “cool,” is all he says, and then vernon begins slurping at his drink. 

soonyoung enters the room with his own pizza, setting it on the counter. “i made sure to get some you like,” he says to minghao. 

minghao feels, slightly, like he should feel guilty towards soonyoung. soonyoung, after all, has a crush on you. and minghao just fucked soonyoung’s crush. 

then again, minghao thinks, it’s soonyoung’s fault for getting a crush on you when you spend every other day getting your brains fucked out by minghao. 

joshua enters his house with a large grin, holding a plastic cup in one hand. “you’ll never fucking guess who called.”

“president clinton,” soonyoung says, raising a slice of pepperoni pizza to his mouth. “wait. better yet. monica lewinsky.”

“no,” josh says, “cut it out. i’m talking about the fucking black rose club! they called! and they want us for next thursday!”

“well,” minghao says, a grin taking over his face. “it isn’t a friday or saturday performance, so the club won’t be too busy.”

“but it gets our name out there,” josh agreed, clapping vernon on the back. he looks so sincerely happy, lip ring glinting in the artificial light of the kitchen. “we’re getting on the map.”

minghao raises vernon’s soda in salute towards josh before drinking it and handing it back to vernon. “things are looking up,” minghao says.

minghao isn’t stupid. he knows they’ll need to work their asses off for the next week in preparation of playing at the club. he knows this is only one step on the mountain of success, only one step towards their goal line. he knows he’ll need to talk to you, sincerely. he knows he’ll need to apologize, knows he needs to explain everything. 

yes; minghao isn’t stupid. 

but, he thinks, watching as you come down the stairs, fresh from a shower, he is awfully lucky. 

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Infinite ~ *Xu Minghao*

Summary: All Minghao had to do was get in, get the info, get out. Easy, child’s play really. But there was something he didn’t account for. Apparently there’s another hacker in town that had the same idea.

Pairing: Xu Minghao X Fem!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1763

Warning: Swearing

Mafia Masterlist

“It’s a simple job, Hao. In and out. No fucking around or I will put you on training for the next three years.” Seungcheol’s angry voice echoed through his in-ear, causing him to roll his eyes. What, did he think he was stupid?

“Yeah, yeah, I get the message. I know what I’m doing. This isn’t my first job.” He snapped back.

“Tell that to Jihoon. He says you’ve been getting sloppy.” He shot back.

Again, Minghao scoffed, his eyes trained on the guard that would be getting off soon. “Yeah, sure. Jihoon’s full of crap. As long as the big boss hasn’t gotten on my case, then I believe I’m all good.”

“Is that so?”

Minghao smirked before teasing, “Yeah, so tell me, Cheollie, what has your girlfriend been saying about me behind my back? Or what has she been saying about me when you two are-”

“WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He screeched, causing him to wince. Nevertheless, a wicked grin spread across his face as he imagined the bright blush on Seungcheol’s cheeks right now. “Just do your damn job and don’t come back until it’s done.”

“Roger that, boss’s bitch.” He teased before turning his in-ear off so he didn’t have to hear him yell at him.

Turning his attention back to the guard before him, his sly grin grew as the guard made his way to clock out. Now was his chance. Taking a deep breath, he slipped into the vent beside him and made the slow crawl to the tech room. There he would be able to complete his job with time to spare for a good dinner at Jeonghan’s casino.

Carefully removing the grate of the vent inside the tech room, he gently and quietly sled out and dropped silently to the floor. Upon closer inspection, everything inside the room seemed pretty standard, making him chuckle. This was supposedly the best security system in town and yet everything was standard and rudimentary. He could hack this place with a toothpick and a potato.

“Piece of cake. This’ll teach Jihoon and Seungcehol to throw around stupid accusations.” He muttered to himself as he quickly got to work.

First things first, he disabled the security cameras and replaced the footage with stock footage he managed to snag a week ago. After a simple redirect and adding a simple display, he got the security footage up and running. Now for the fun part of his job.

Making his way to the main computer, he smirked as he started pulling up files, account records, and business transactions. “Alright, let’s see what dirty little secrets you’re keeping from your loyal customers.”

“Who the hell are you?” A voice hissed from the shadows.

His head shot up and frantically searched the darkened room for whoever was in the room with him. One hand was poised over the keyboard, the other flicking open the switchblade he kept in his pocket. “Who the hell are you?”

“I asked you first.”

“Doesn’t matter. I asked you a question so you better start talking before I rip you a new one.” He spat.

The person laughed and he could tell it was a feminine. “Okay, jeez, no need to get that defensive. I’m just a person who’s here doing the same thing you were sent here to do.”

“And that is?”

“Oh, don’t tell me you forgot. What, suffer traumatic brain damage crawling out of that vent?” She teased making him sneer. “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you. I’m here to extract some information and share it with the world. You know, the illegal stuff. Someone has to blow that whistle, and I’m guessing you thought it would be you, hero?”

“I didn’t think it would be me, I knew it would be.” He snapped. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to do my job and I don’t need some scrappy wannabe hacker getting in my way.”

The voice started to sputter and right as he heard a gun cock, a woman appeared out of the shadows. He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. All he did was cock an eyebrow at her anger and the gun pointed directly between his eyes.

“I am NOT some wannabe hacker. I’m a professional just like you dammit! So don’t go around accusing me of being some wannabe.” She snapped.

He rolled his eyes before turning back to the computers before him. “Whatever you say kid. Stay out of the way if you’re only here to cause trouble.”

Minghao noticed out of the corner of his eye that her arm that was holding the gun faltered a little before she huffed and went to a different computer in the room. “How about this? A friendly wager. We’ll see who’s really the professional and who’s the wannabe.”

Now, he knew he shouldn’t indulge in this child’s delusions. But his credibility as an accomplished hacker. He couldn’t back down from a challenge, not from anyone. So without any sound judgement he looked up at her and asked, “What kind of a wager?”

Obviously she wasn’t expecting that as she struggled to come up with what to say. Eventually she managed to sputter out, “How about this: if I get the information first, I get to keep it and join your little mafia.”

“And if I win?”

“I’ll leave town and you’ll never see me again. I won’t be taking your precious position of best hacker in town. How’s that?” She asked, her air of confidence returning.

Honestly, it was a rather fair deal, considering both sides. A smile tugged at his lips. “Sounds like a deal.”

“Perfect. May the best, most professional hacker win.” She grinned before tapping away furiously on the computer before her.

Now, Minghao already knew this wager was rigged from the start. He had a head start and was already almost done hacking through their mainframes and she had just started. There was no way she was going to win this. A smirk wormed its way onto his face as he began transferring files about the shady business deals onto his flash drive.

“How are you doing over there?” He asked her, not keeping the teasing lilt out of his voice.

She surprised him slightly by giving him a smirk and answering in a very  “Really good, how about you?”

“Fine.” He muttered, typing a little bit quicker.

Just as Minghao was finishing up transferring the files and money back to the people under the company, the sound of keys jangling into the lock of the door to the room. Both her and the girl perked up before quickly packing up and erasing their tracks. Despite his better judgement, he helped her take down her set up as well before quickly helping her back into the vent. He had just shimmied his way up with her help when the janitor opened the door, his flashlight scouring the room like a searchlight. The two of them held their breaths as they watched him survey the room before leaving, locking the door behind him.

After collectively releasing their breaths, he looked at her and realized how close they were in such a cramped space. He was glad that it was dark so she couldn’t see the dusting of pink on his cheeks. Clearing his throat softly, he nodded his head in the direction of the rest of the vent and allowed her to go first.

Before too long, they were outside of the building, a good distance away, walking back out of the town. Minghao spoke first, “So, about that wager…?”

She laughed. “Ah, of course you wouldn’t forget. Let’s say you won, okay? I don’t mind. It’s not that massive of a blow to my street cred.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Gotcha. Look, you don’t have to leave town if you don’t want to. I know how hard it is to pack up and move on short notice and to a place you’ve never been before.”

Nodding, she mumbled, “I’m sure you do.” She then quickly added, “Nah, it’s fine. I have no emotional attachments to this town anyways. Besides, it’s much too small for me. I mean, give me a few days to pack, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You really don’t have to-”

“Hey, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” She playfully punched his shoulder. “I’m tough. I can make it out there. I just hope you can take care of yourself.”

Another chuckle slipped past his lips. “I’m sure I can manage.”

“Good. I’ll see you around, Hao.” And with that, she ran off.

It wasn’t until she was a good distance away, that Minghao realized she called him Hao. However, instead of getting angry, he just chuckled to himself before turning his in-ear back on and slipping his hand in his pocket to find his flash drive for the boss.

“Hao? Are you back?” Seungcheol’s voice sounded over the intercom.

“SON OF A BITCH!”

“Jeez! Would you shut up? You’re not of the clear yet! As soon as someone finds out what you did, I swear-”

“She took it.”

“What?”

Minghao gritted his teeth, not wanting to admit his failures to the Boss’s Bitch. “Cheol, there was another hacker there when I got inside and started doing my job. I tried to scare her off but she held fast. I took all of the files before she could and deleted them before wiring the money. However, towards the end of the night, we were almost caught but we got out of there. However she must have taken the flash drive with all the information during that scuffle in the vents.”

There was a long pause. “So you lost the files?”

“Yes.”

“Dammit Hao.” Seungcheol sighed. “You’re telling the boss.”

“Why can’t you!” He whined. “You’re the Boss’s Bitch.”

Seungcheol scowled. “Don’t call me that. And you’re the one who lost the files, so you’re getting the heat for this little “mistake”.”

“Okay, okay, fine, whatever. Just send the car already.” He snapped, shoving both hands in his pockets.

“On it’s way.”

As soon as Seungcheol was done talking he took his ear piece out and had half a mind to crush it. However, his other hand, that was still in his pocket, touched a piece of paper he knew was not there before. He quickly pulled it out and read it, both trying not to laugh and scream at the same time:

Meet me at the Chewy Cafe if you want your flash drive back. Love Infinity. PS, BIG fan.

#Seventeen #Seventeen Fanfiction #Seventeen Oneshot #KPop #KPop Fanfiction #KPop Oneshot #Carat #Xu Minghao #Xu Minghao X Reader #Xu Minghao Fanfiction #Xu Minghao Oneshot #Xu Minghao Angst #The8 #The8 X Reader #The8 Fanfiction #The8 Oneshot #The8 Angst #Mafia #Mafia AU #Oneshot #Angst #Fluff

[yveaart]

you know other girls? — w seventeen pu !!

🍒hoshi

he was talking about buying a tiger pajama at the local department store

his eyes growing wider with determination, trying to persuade you to go matching with him

“soonyang would’ve never said no to me” he said sulking, slowly trying to guilt trip you into the purchase

“who’s soon— you know other women?”

it was your time to steal the tiger gaze from him, because whatever this was, you made him feel like prey.

“NO- OMG SOONYANG IS MY ALTER EGO ANITA MA-“

“THEN BUY THEM WITH HER THEN” you stormed out

“so i can buy them?” he slightly grinned

🍒dino

he was talking about good dancers and how he would like to work with them, and even create his own little projects

“oh i heard that she was good at b-boyin-“

“she? mhm..”

“well yeah-OH NO I DONT KNOW ANYONE”

he sat there closing his eyes as if it would prove anything to you.

…?

“so you know other women huh?” you snickered at him

“no baby i only know you” he told you as he almost went on his knees

“no no no no, you never bow. anyways you can’t dance with me anyway” you laughed at him

🍒minghao

“so i went to a nail tech since i want to see how they do my nails, and i heard there would be some awesome charms as well”

he was so excited explaining his new set while showing you his nails as he told you the story

“she did it so well, we should go together next time”

he was really happy about it, but what if you just

“she? you know other women?” you looked up to his eyes

his eyes was shocked and reverted to his “wtf is this bitch on” face

“literally more than half the globe are women, we all came from women. if i asked you if you know other men would you forget about your father?!” he was on a rampage

“hao i was kidding, these sets are gorgeous” you gave him a toothy grin to stop him from scolding you

🍒jun

“i got this other project, for another drama but the company is still signing contracts”

“omg that’s great, i’m so proud of you” you said genuinely

but something in you didn’t want to let junhui go in peace 😁

“i requested for less kissing scenes…. because you know..” he was getting a little bit shy, he just wanted to tell you that he didn’t like doing them but it was part of his job

“kissing? what do you mean? you know other women??” you could pull up your own acting skills just to give him a little scare

“wha- i- no..?” he was so confused to say the least, now you just started giggling at him

“i’m kidding, i trust you baby” you smiled at him

and he does deserve that trust because you heard from his manager that he’s been wiping his lips every time a kissing scene ends and says “i’m so sorry y/n” three times after that☹️

#seventeen fluff #seventeen oneshot #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt imagines #svt fic #svt oneshot #svt fluff #svt imagine #svt fics #svt fanfic #svt dino #svt hoshi #svt jun #svt minghao #svt x reader #svt #svt x you #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #keon soonyoung #lee chan #dino #moon junhui #seo myungho #xu minghao #seventeen oneshots #hoshi imagines #junhui imagines

[shuaraes]

we shouldn’t have ended like this | x.mh

- leave your message after the beep

oneshot | 1.3k | exes! au | angst

it’s three am and xu minghao has never felt more lonely in life. drunk on melancholy and emptiness, he ruminates on your relationship and regrets the way you both had ended. even though it’s late at night, minghao tries to rewrite his wrongdoings because deep down he knows a part of you still loves him.

~ paring . xu minghao x gender-neutral!reader

~ content . exes (to lovers???)! au, non idol! au, miscommunication- no even lack of communication,

~ tw . mentions of alcohol, vague mentions of sex

~ song rec . only ones we know - arctic monkeys

~ author’s note . the idea for this was adapted from some of my poetry. my prose is still a bit rusty but i hope this is decent enough! happy christmas to those who celebrate, and to those who don’t hope you have a great day, happy reading! 🫶

MINGHAO’S BED IS EMPTY.

It has been for the past year, yet he can’t wrap his head around it. He lies down on the navy sheets of his queen-sized bed and reaches out to the other side. For some reason he expects it to be warm to the touch: he is met with only coolness. Not cool in the way a sip of water after a mint is or the rush of the winter wind not blocked by fabric. The coolness is like a ghost: the phantom of you that haunts every part of his dwelling.

The walls mourn for your presence, whispering your name, muted pleas into Minghao’s ear. Your name creeps up on him when he least expects it, after the two month-mark, he gave up trying to push you out. ‘It shouldn’t have ended like this,’ the walls call out to him. ‘We shouldn’t have ended like this,’ your last words to him. It shouldn’t have ended like this.

If Minghao squints hard enough, he can still see the imprint of your body, the permanent dent in the mattress where you used to lie. Minghao tries to pretend that just minutes ago, you were engulfed in his sheets, him engulfed in you. He waits for you to fill the dent in the mattress, to mend the hole in his heart.

But you don’t come. And he is alone.

Minghao turns over to face the celling, his jet-black hair falling on his pillow around his head like a halo. His fan spins like a vinyl on a record player from the 60’s. In his head, it’s playing your favourite song. He hums along to the lyrics, you always said he had a good singing voice. This thought almost breaks him.

You broke up with Minghao because you thought you could not love him enough, not knowing your mere presence was more than enough for him. If you were a baby flame, he was a pyromaniac, hand outstretched ready to be burnt. But when it got hard you pushed him away to protect his own feelings, so he became distant and pushed you out. It came to a point where Minghao felt it was like living with a stranger.

When you proposed a breakup, Minghao wasn’t surprised, and he didn’t act like he was either. He stayed deathly silent as you spoke, staring into his mug of tea that had long gone cold. “Fine.” He said as he looked into brown void of his cup (if he looked you in the eye, he would have broke). But with your closing words he knew it was a mistake, you still loved him (he will forever love you). It shouldn’t have ended like this, yet Minghao did nothing to prevent it.

Even after a year, Minghao wonders why he didn’t fight harder. Maybe it’s because, subconsciously, he knew you were too good for him. You deserved someone less cowardly, someone who would never let you go like a children’s balloon, would never let you go so easily. Yet nothing can stop the green-eyed monster of jealousy, waltzing around in her emerald ball gown whenever he hears about you with someone else. Your shared friends give him updates on how you’re doing, but when someone else is mentioned romantically, he shuts out. Trying to piece together why it wasn’t him instead.

Selfishness is a sin - he knows that - but he can’t help from wanting you all to himself. So, he tries to have you in any way he can. He sleeps with your favourite blanket, he washes his clothes with your favourite brand of detergent and in the winter, by the heater, he warms a pair of your house slippers that you never remembered to collect. He searches for you in the bodies of others, the dips in their collarbones and curves of their spines, but of course they cannot compare to you. No one does. If these hook ups amounted to even 1% of what Minghao feels for you, then he wouldn’t complain. But they don’t.

Minghao misses you.

In life, Minghao believes that people only get one chance at true love. He’s scared that he’s used all his luck up on you.

The loss of you gnaws away at him. It wains away at his resolve and destroys any hope for a life away from you. A slow dull pain, it was always in the back of his mind: inescapable though manageable. Minghao didn’t know what was different about tonight, but all he knows is that he has never felt the same about anyone else.

The past kills him. It strangles him, leaving him paralysed with no choice but to face his mistakes. His love for you kills him inside out. It eats away at his psyche until all that is left of him are his feelings for you. It’s three am and all that remains of him is you.

It has always been you.

Fuck it, he picks up his phone off his nightstand and dials your number. Minghao knows he’s not thinking straight, but if he doesn’t at least try to reach you, he will resent himself until the day he dies. The line starts to ring and Minghao holds the phone to his ear with bated breath and clammy hands. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears pounding like a wooden mallet while he waited.

After what felt like eons, the line goes to voicemail. Of course, it did, it’s three am. Minghao feels stupid for thinking you’d pick up. The automated voice reads out the predetermined script to tell him that you can’t answer the phone the right now. It then asks to leave a message if desired. Minghao knows he shouldn’t, he doesn’t care, he loves you.

- Leave your message after the beep - “Hey, it’s Minghao” his voice wavers, it’s obvious he’s nervous. “Call me when you get this.”

Minghao presses the keypad to end the voice message, yet he feels empty. This isn’t closure, this isn’t what he needs. With this alone, in the morning, you’ll probably delete the message and go on with your life.

Minghao is tired of pretending to be rational, hiding his feelings behind a masquerade of poise and nonchalance. He’s going insane because of you, and he needs to let you know, you need to know how much he loves you.

He left another voicemail.

- Leave your message after the beep - “Y/N, I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t blame you. A year of no contact and you get a call from me out of the blue, but for once I’m begging, give me a chance. Listen, I love you. I’ve loved you since the day we first met, since the day we broke up and i think i’m going to love you every day until I die. I don’t think i let it show but you were my endgame, after you i don’t want to love anyone else,”

Minghao could feel himself rambling, his words tumbling from his lips uncontrollably. His heart is a spilled glass of milk, all his soul on display for your critique. He wants to stop himself from speaking but he can’t, so he continues,

“Letting you go so easily was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I should’ve fought for you, and I know it may be too late but I’m doing it now.

Tomorrow let me take you out to dinner, we can dress up nice and get drunk off our heads. Then I’ll order us a taxi back to yours or mine I don’t mind, then we’ll slow dance to that one jazz album you like, and I’ll promise to never push you away. Things won’t be perfect, and we both have a lot to work on, but I don’t care. Everything is perfect enough for me as long as you're by my side. And before you say I’m drunk, trust me I’m not, I’m a bit sleepy but that doesn’t change a thing. I love you so much Y/N.”

Minghao cuts the phone down and the screen fades to his lock screen, a candid photo of you from a year ago that he refused to change. He places his phone on his heart (your home) and falls asleep waiting for it to ring.

#seventeen angst #seventeen x reader #seventeen oneshot #seventeen drabble #seventeen fanfic #svt angst #svt x reader #svt oneshot #the8 #xu minghao #minghao x reader #minghao angst #minghao fluff #minghao oneshot #the8 angst #the8 fluff #the8 x reader #the8 oneshot #both reader and minghao are low-key pricks in this lmao

[hcuyk]

SYNOPSIS : jeonghan loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!jeonghan x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features seventeen as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : this is for kidult jeonghan reaching 1k notes. i love you all

K. COLLECTION [Y.JH] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Jeonghan missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Jeonghan, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Jeonghan! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Hannie. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

hopefully the svt readers see this 😔

#kidult `` oneshot #yoon jeonghan #seventeen fluff #svt angst #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan au #svt imagines #svt scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop drabbles #choi seungcheol #joshua hong #wen junhui #kwon soonyoung #jeon wonwoo #lee jihoon #lee seokmin #kim mingyu #xu minghao #boo seungkwan #vernon chwe #lee chan

[cheolhub]

(NOT) ATTRACTED TO YOU — XU MINGHAO ࿐

summary. you two hate each other… at least that’s what your friends think!

wc. 1.2k

warnings. arguing (it’s fake), slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie (nothing new w me), reader and hao are lowkey in love<3, kinda short and choppy — MINORS DNI 18+

note. MY FIRST SVT FIC starring my beloved bias wrecker 🫶🏽 i rlly like this enemies to fake-enemies/lovers concept and wanted to make it longer, but my brain stopped working sorry lol

the logistics of your situationship were a blur. you have no idea how one minute you were hating xu minghao and the next you were riding his dick with hearts in your eyes and drool slipping from your mouth like you loved everything about him. he was arrogant and annoying and so frustratingly attractive. you hated him, yes, at one point that was true, but the more time you spend impaled on his cock, the more you find yourself hopelessly attracted to him.

you do know one thing– no one can know. no one can know about you and minghao besides you and minghao. no one can know about how after you bicker and fight in front of your friend group, you end up with his mouth wrapped around your clit. no one can know about how you two sneak off in the middle of movie nights when everyone is asleep to fuck in seungcheol’s bathroom. no one can know that you two are practically dating and just pretending to hate each other's guts.

it’s always a variation of the same argument, too, and you both know it drives all of your friends crazy.

“i don’t understand why you have to be such a douchebag?” you grit when minghao accidentally knocks your ice cold drink into your lap when grabbing a menu from the bar.

chan mutters under his breath, “here we go,” and seungkwan stifles a giggle.

“what? a douchebag?” he smirks at your lack of comeback and your breath nearly hitches because look at him. “it was just an accident, not my fault your reflexes are so slow.”

“you’re such an asshole!”

“and you’re a bit–”

he’s cut off by seungkwan’s voice, “woah, woah, woah, let’s all be nice here!” he says so awkwardly. he knows since none of his older friends are here, he has to be the leader of your mini group today. “why can’t you guys just get alonggg, we’re all friends!” he whines– so much for being a leader.

“we’ll get along when hell freezes over.” you mutter, thighs rubbing as minghao smiles smugly at you. you excuse yourself to clean up in the bathroom, sending him a glare. not far from the table, you hear his faint excuse of needing to make an important phone call outside and your stomach swirls in anticipation.

when you find yourself in the single bathroom bent over the sink while minghao fucks you open, you wish you could say you were surprised.

“when hell freezes over, huh? is that why you’re crying for me right now?” he teases, his tip hitting your sweet spot over and over again. “tell me something, sweetheart– do you like calling me names? like making everyone think you hate me even though you take my cock every night?”

you moan out incoherent words and minghao chuckles breathly. his grip on your waist tightens and smiles at your reflection in the mirror.

“yeah, i didn’t think so either,” he slams into you harder. you should be ashamed of the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls in the shitty bar restroom, but you can’t find it in you to care. not when you can almost feel his cock in your throat.

he loves it. loves how wet you get from him. he could live in your pussy and be the happiest man on earth, despite the mean words he spews at you.

“you look so cute when you’re stupid for my cock, baby,” he coos, hands moving to squeeze the flesh of your ass. he spreads you open to see the way your greedy cunt swallows him whole. “so fucking cute taking me like this and acting like you hate me,” he mumbles this time, feeling himself twitch at the sight in front of him.

“hao!” you cry, trying to be as quiet as possible, yet failing miserably.

“but you don’t hate me, do you, doll face?” he asks and although there’s a mocking tone, you know the question is genuine and you shake your head no incessantly.

you couldn’t hate minghao. you partially believe it’s because you’re shackled by lust and that it’s his cock that’s making you feel this way, but there’s another part, deep in your bones, that believes you may actually like him. the post sex giggles, the teasing texts, the pretend fighting to hide the fact– you’ve grown comfortable being with him. countless nights on the phone where you vent about a girl friend or your boss and he comforts you. days where he’ll secretly come over and fuck you dumb then proceed to shower you with domestic gestures. you know you like him– or something like that?

“d-don’t hate you! i-i can’t!” you slur, whimpering as he relentlessly pounds into you.

minghao groans at your response, fucking you harder much like he’s trying to tell you something.

you gasp, body starting to shake at his rapid thrusts, “h-hao! hao, ‘m gonna…!” you whine, trying to get a grip on the sink for some stability.

“i know, baby, i know,” he nods gingerly. “cum on my cock, show me how much you love it.” he whispers, his own abdomen tightening as he nears his release.

you can’t hold back, sobbing out a string of his name and varied curses. the tight knot in your stomach unravels as you envelop his cock in a tight hug. you cum with his name on the tip of your tongue.

he’s not far behind with the way you’re milking him for what he’s worth. his thrusts grow inconsistent as his speed falters. finally, he moans softly, panting out a cute, ‘cumming,’ before his hips stutter, eventually stilling inside of you. his cum paints your walls, filling you up till you begin to leak, mixed fluids hitting the cold floor.

you’re both gasping and panting for air for a few minutes as you come back to earth until you grow quiet. hao pulls out wordlessly and grabs toilet paper to clean you up. he’s not saying anything and it’s driving you crazy. usually he teases you or tells you how much he liked it– he’s never been this quiet.

you decide, for your state of mind, to awkwardly break the silence. “so you think i’m a bitch, huh?” you laugh stiffly.

you turn around, flattening your still-drenched skirt and look at him to find him avoiding eye contact. you frown, mumbling his name, “hao?”

his eyes flicker to yours and he softens. he moves in closer and your breath nearly stops. you’re sure you do stop breathing when he presses his lips to yours. not in the hungry way, but in the delicate way. it’s so gentle you have to ask yourself if it’s actually happening.

“i’m not good with words…” he mumbles against your lips. he speaks in between kisses, “but i really fucking like you.”

you giggle wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer to whisper against his puffy pink lips. “i really fucking like you, too,”

you’re just about to kiss him again before you hear loud banging on the door causing you to jump. when you stalk over to the door and open it to find seungkwan with the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen, you know you’ve been caught.

he yells, “i fucking knew it!” as he pushes the door open to see minghao standing still in shock. “chan! vernon! you both owe me money!” he laughs, running away like a child.

you turn to minghao with an amused face, “it was long overdue, but cat’s finally out of the bag, i guess.”

“good,” he mumbles, reaching for you and pulling you into him. “now they’ll know you’re finally mine.”

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[sluttywoozi]

Xu Minghao

Warmth

It's late and freezing when Minghao gets home from work. All he wants to do is crawl into bed, and he's eternally grateful the person he loves most in the world is already there - you.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~1.5k

Kinktober Day 11 - Impact play with Minghao

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~0.8k

Chubby!Reader Headcanons

Soft!Minghao Headcanons

Seventeen Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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[itssunshinetoday]

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[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: The8x fem!reader 

Requested: no

Genre:  angst, established relationship, hint of fluff

Warning(s): themes of grief, loss, major character death, mourning and hospitalization (im not a doctor so please excuse my medical knowledge)

Summary: You never thought of your husbands life as fleeting. But time did its dutiful job of reminding you so.

Word count: 1.1k

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Beta reader: none

disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration. 

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You wore the baby blue dress, adorned your eyes with waterproof mascara, and got ready to go out. Your son shouted from the kitchen, “Mom, I packed one more hotteok for you. Have it with Dad. He will love it.”

Smiling at how thoughtful of a young man your son had grown up to be, you walked out of the bedroom to caress his head. “I will eat it. Don’t worry so much.”

The boy gave you a hug in return, promising to visit you with his wife sometime soon. After all, the girl was pregnant and would need as much care from you as possible during her pregnancy.

With that, you walked out, ready to meet your husband for his birthday lunch, which was packed in the heat-retaining bag with you. It was almost an hour’s drive to the place from where you lived. The commute never got easier, no matter the time or the day.

You got into the taxi; you were never one to learn driving. It was just not needed, as someone at your house was always there to help you commute, be it your husband or your son. So at times like this, you felt the absence of the skill.

But it was not like life didn’t go on. It was not something you wanted to change at this age. You were scared of banging the car into some random tree and feeling the wrath of your husband for causing damage to the love of his life, Vivian. Yes, that indeed was the name of the car. And yes, it was the great idea of your husband to name it so. Some might say you both didn’t have a daughter, but he would like to disagree with them, because you both obviously had Vivian. You sometimes suspected he loved that godforsaken car more than you.

The man was shameless enough to agree with those accusations, but he was too cute to argue with, so you let him be.

The time passed inside the car thinking about your husband, the times you both had spent together, all those rocky yet satisfying moments, and all those nights you both ditched all your friends and family to stay in together, basking in each other’s presence. It was one of those feelings that made you warm and mushy inside, no matter what.

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“Do you think we will be together forever?” Minghao asks you. It's been a year since you both tied the knot after dating for two, and yet you still feel like your breath stops every time you see him. He just has that effect on you; it's not reasonable, but it's true.

“What do you mean? You are stuck with me. I will hold onto you no matter how much you try to escape!” you say as you pull him in for a kiss.

Satisfied with your answer, he happily goes back to doodling in his diary.

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As you walked into the hospital, you gave the guard a kind smile, which he returned. After all, when you frequent a place long enough, you end up becoming acquainted with almost everyone who works there.

Quickly, you walked to your husband's cabin. As you entered the room, you could hear your lover whining at the nurse about something, a sound that immediately ceased as his eyes found you.

Without wasting any time, he stretched his arm towards you, his eyes asking for you to hold him. As you embraced him, the nurse walked out, giving you both privacy.

“Happy birthday, my love,” you said quietly, as he rested his head on your chest.

“What did you bring me?” came a quiet whine from underneath you. Laughing, you let go of the man and began to show him, one by one, the feast you had prepared for him.

The minute he laid his eyes upon them, his face broke into a childlike smile, waiting for you to complete plating his food so he could enjoy them.

After all, it had been a long time since his doctors allowed him to have something you brought for him. Within seconds of putting the food on the plate, it was gone. Not that you were complaining, but it was still a record for the man. Never had you seen him devour your cooking this fast.

“Slow down,” you had told him, but the man had all his attention focused on the food, too much to care for his wife.

The nurse didn’t let you stay in the room long after that. The authorities were a bit too strict about maintaining the rules for your liking, but it was okay.

With a last meaningful glance at each other, you exited the room to meet his doctor to complete the procedures for his discharge.

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“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” your husband cries out loud from your embrace, and you hold him, rocking gently.

“But you promised you would hold on. What will I do without you?” you say, trying to hold back your tears.

Looking at you, he wipes the stray tears that have escaped. “I can’t live like this. It’s too much. I’m three surgeries in already, and I don’t see any hope anymore. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Plus, this place feels too suffocating for me to be in.”

Not being able to come up with a rebuttal, you just stay as you are, trying to understand why it has to be him who goes through so much pain while simultaneously pleading with some supernatural being to give you all his pain.

That night you both spend crying. But what has to be done will be done.

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 Minghao had been dancing most of his life. Even after he stopped being a professional dancer, he was a dancer at heart. The constant heart attacks that resulted in him being permanently attached to life support, along with the surgeries, killed him inside. They slowly murdered the dancer in him. He lost his sense of freedom, something he treasured the most.

It was then he realized nothing was worth his freedom, not even his life. So there you were, arguing with the doctor to let him be discharged, even though he was at high risk of having another heart attack and should be constantly monitored.

“I understand that, sir, but this is what my husband wants, so I would like you to prepare his discharge papers,” you said, persistent.

“Sure, ma’am. It will be done by tomorrow,” the doctor said reluctantly after realizing there was no winning with you.

After completing the procedure, you went back to your husband to give him the good news about going back home the next day. He looked happy. You could see it in his eyes, and you were happy for him.

If only you had known that the next day you would take your husband away from that hospital for good, but not in the way you had hoped to.

That night, Minghao suffered another attack, one that was hellbent on taking him away from you. It ended up succeeding.

As you sat there at the funeral home, beside the beautiful picture of your smiling husband, and with your son greeting the guests coming to pay their respects, you couldn’t help the tears from falling as you thought of the happy memories you both had shared and how even eternity was too little time for you to spend with him.

The End

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[cheolism]

THE MONSTER IN THE CLOSET

✿ — incubus!xu minghao x reader ❀ — summary: there's nothing the demon in your closet loves more than when you fall asleep. inspiration from dpr ian's "don't go insane": that's when the lights turned on and you were just a lie. ✿ — wc is approx. 2.5k ❀ — genre: smut, incubus x reader ✿ — warnings: an incubus is a demon that has sex with someone while they are sleeping. as such, be mindful that this fic has themes of dub-con and somnophilia; it is stated minghao cannot have sex with the reader unless they give consent, though they are still sleeping. possessiveness, jealousy, innocence kink, dark!minghao. fingering, body worship. if you do not like, do not read. ❀ — rating: 18+. minors do not interact. ✿ — note: cameos by seungcheol n ian ^^

he watches as you prepare for bed. you’re so cute about it; you’re wearing those fluffy pajama bottoms that warm your legs and trap heat between your thighs; your sleep shirt hangs loosely from your frame. you adjust your pillows and push back the blankets before climbing in, humming along to the song playing from your phone speakers. 

you straighten out the blankets and pull them back over you, fitting them snugly around your form. no matter -- he can fix that later. for an hour he waits, watching. you watch some video on your phone, giggling softly every few minutes, brushing your hair back away from your face. 

eventually, you set your alarm and push your phone to the corner of the bed. you stretch out, humming. then you pull up the blankets all the way to under your chin, concealing your body from him. again, no matter; that can be fixed. 

it’s one of those nights where you fall asleep quickly. he watches as your breathing evens out, watches as your body fully relaxes back into the sheets. your face smooths out, sinking into a beautiful sort of innocence that makes his heart hammer in his chest. 

you’re completely asleep

minghao moves from the closet, though he doesn’t press open the door and the floor doesn’t protest beneath his weight as he moves to your bed. he’s been in this apartment long enough that it’s accepted him as part of itself. it does not reveal him from behind the closet door, does not squeak beneath his bare feet as he walks. minghao is part of the apartment, now, just as it is him. 

if he has his way -- and he will -- you will follow suit. 

you’re cute, he thinks again. your jaw is slack from sleep, and every few minutes your lashes flutter like butterfly wings. he wonders what you’re dreaming about. 

minghao reaches, and -- there it is, there’s your dream. you’re running through a department store with someone he doesn’t know -- and again he reaches -- ah, a high school classmate you haven’t seen since graduation. minghao watches as you grab a stuffed elephant off of the shelf. it’s a vivid violet. you turn to talk to someone and this time it’s just a face your dreams have conjured up. you look back to your arms, but the stuffed elephant had somehow fallen from your grasp and onto the floor. you reach down and pick it up, squeezing it. 

how cute. 

minghao couldn’t help but chuckle. you were so adorable, so innocent. your daydreams, though out of his realm of control, are ones he often finds himself enamored in. your daydreams are filled with a quaint house with flower boxes underneath its windows, of a lawn with green grass and a bird feeder so you can watch the cardinals and sparrows.

the last one daydreamed about a penthouse apartment and gucci purses. they hadn’t been as simple as you, as innocent. they weren’t as delicious to take. 

minghao kneels onto the bed, the blankets shifting beneath him. you have the weighted blanket you got for christmas thrown over your duvet. his fingers twitch. minghao likes the weighted blanket just as much as he likes those fluffy pajama bottoms, likes how it traps heat, likes how drowsy it makes you, likes how much easier it makes it for him to take control. 

minghao settles on your thighs. he can’t see the shape of you due to the blankets, but it was fine. more often than not you end up stumbling into the bedroom half naked or, delightfully, entirely naked, and he can just get his fill of you then. 

he pushes his hands through the blankets. just as he had presumed, your body is warm. he doesn’t yet push through your pajama bottoms. instead, minghao takes his time. he runs his hands down along your arms, grabs your hands and pushes them up to be level with your shoulders. 

your dream shifts according to his touch. there’s a man, now -- minghao wrinkles his nose in disgust. you never dreamt of him, of course; you couldn’t see him. you never have seen him. you can’t dream of him because you have never seen him. he can influence your dreams, sure; can fuck your cunt and your dreams will follow suit. your dreams will respond to what’s happening to you, but because your eyes are shut and you’ll never ever see him, he’ll just have to deal with the fact that as he smooths his hands down over your arms that you imagine some tall and handsome man with thick dark brows and plump lips. 

he hovers, dropping his face in front of yours. he takes you in. he tries to remember the exact color of your eyes, tries to imagine what they would look like as he bears down on you. 

minghao hums, voice dark and deep. “how’s this feel, angel? hm?”

you sigh in your sleep. your lashes flutter. you turn your face, unknowingly, towards him. 

“this okay?” he trails his fingers down over your stomach. “this all okay, sweetheart?”

you hum, a slight noise. 

minghao huffs. “you have to be clear with me, angel. it’s been months of doing this -- you know what you have to do by now.”

your dream shifts. the man shifts. he’s broad and lean, tanned skin and black hair that hangs around his face. he’s covered in tattoos, from the base of his neck to the tips of his fingers. he’s pushing down against you, large hands running over your body. 

your dream self mirrors your real self. you arch up into minghao’s touch, another sigh leaving your lips. softly, like the kiss of an angel, you breathe out a sweet “yes”. 

his body hums, coming alive. he can feel adrenaline and power sink into him, can feel his cells and blood come alive and throb. you’ve given your consent for the night, given your consent to be his. 

which means he can take. 

minghao lets out a breathy moan, and then he’s tucking his face into your neck. your skin is warm and smells like your body soap. he moves his hands along your body. he brushes past your sleep shirt, feeling your tits. he cups each of them, holding their perfectly heavy weight in his hands. you’re so warm all over, and your tits are no exception; they’re slightly sweaty from the heat trapped by your shirt and blankets. minghao shifts your tits in his hands, fingers brushing against the soft skin of your under boob, relishing in the velvet feel, in the heat. 

some nights when you don’t want to fuck he just does this. just holds your tits, let their weight ground him. just pretends. pretends he wasn’t trapped to this bedroom, pretends your innocent, wide-eyed looks were for him and no one else. 

but you gave your consent, and so -- 

and so his hands eventually smooth down your torso. he lays along your body, just feeling. some nights you get impatient when he does this, when he feels you for ages before fucking you. tonight, however, you sigh and seem to bloom beneath his touch. 

his little flower, minghao thinks. his little precious angel, his sweet little flower. 

minghao moves his hands further and further down your body. your knees shift beneath the blankets, knocking against him. he reaches -- you are faintly aware of there being pressure in your cunt, aware of the want that thrums through your body and seems to electrify your cunt, despite being asleep. 

his hands press against the hem of your pajamas. minghao runs his hands along the furry fabric. in your dream the man is pressing between your legs, hands smoothing over your bare thighs. 

minghao pushes between your thighs. you move just enough for him to fit, but it’s tight. no matter. he likes it when you’re tight. 

he slides one of his hands between your thighs. fuck -- if it was warm beneath your tits it was practically a heavenly blaze here, heat trapped and that electricity in your cunt, that lust, bubbling out and into him. 

you shifted again, thighs squeezing tight around his hand. he can feel it when you clench them, knows you’re clenching your cunt to try and alleviate some of that pure want. 

“poor angel,” minghao murmurs, “filled with so much lust. so sweet and innocent, so fucking needy.”

he sinks his hand forward, and then his fingers are pressing through your pants and underwear and sliding between the lips of your cunt. you were absolutely soaked, drenched in your pussy juices. minghao wonders if you would be humiliated by how wet you are just from him touching you. 

minghao pushes his hand just so, two of his fingertips slipping into your cunt. immediately you’re clenching, hips grinding down and searching for more relief. 

minghao drops his head against your chest, muffling his laughter. no one has ever been as reactive to his touch as you. he loves it. he adores you. 

he moves his free hand to your cunt. he doesn’t move his fingers in your cunt, keeping them just barely in your hole. you’re getting desperate -- he can feel it, can feel the desperation begin to color your soul and your dream. but then he presses his thumb against your clit, against that slick little bundle of nerves, and your mouth is dropping open and a loud moan bubbles out of your throat. 

minghao laughs, not bothering in being quiet. you won’t wake up anyways. you’re so loud and needy despite this all being, to you, a dream, despite him not being something tangible to you. he wonders what you would be like if he could really touch you, wonders if you would scream and cry under his touch as easily as you moan and whimper now. 

for a few minutes he just watches, eyes greedily taking you in. in real life, on your bed, your hips shift minutely, not enough to fuck yourself on his hand but enough for your clit to slide against his finger. in your dream the man is teasing you, fingertips just barely fucking into your cunt, and you’re so desperate. 

it’s so sweet. you’re so sweet. minghao wishes he could just have a bite --

he slides his fingers into your cunt entirely. your pussy is warm and wet and even though he’s never stepped foot into heaven he knows it’s not as good as your cunt. you squeeze around his fingers and he wants, desires, lusts, yearns so much. 

your pussy walls are tight around his fingers, clenching down. he knows, instinctively, were your core is. minghao fucks into your cunt with his fingers, striking that spot every time, his thumb flicking against your clit in rhythm. 

and fuck, you’re so cute. you’re whining in your dream, whimpering; small moans escape your lips in real life. your thighs are tight around him, and your cunt begins squeezing down on his fingers so tightly that he can barely move them --

and he wants so badly for it to be his cock in your cunt. 

minghao withdraws his fingers, slides three back in. your head tosses against your pillow. in your dream you’re moaning loudly, high and keening. you’re so beautiful and perfect, lust coursing through your veins and seeping out your cunt and minghao feels high, feels your want seeping into his veins and power stirring in his gut. 

you give him power like no one else; you deserve a reward. 

minghao pushes your thigh up and over his shoulder, fingers pressing into your flesh. he presses his face against your pussy, breathing in. you smell so wonderful here, too. he just wants to bask in it, wants to keep his face here, against your pussy, for millennia. 

he doesn’t, though. eventually minghao runs his tongue up your cunt, from where his fingers are wedged in your pussy hole still to your clit. you shiver underneath him. in your dream you’re begging for the man, hands twisting in the sheets. 

it’s a curse, sometimes, he thinks. minghao thinks it’s a curse that he can see how you’re reacting to his ministrations in your dreams, can see how you whine and beg and cry. he can see how you would react to him. but he can also see how even though you’re asleep your body, your real body, the one that’s asleep, still responds to him, pleasure so great that even subconsciously you’re seeking him out. 

minghao sucks at your clit, tongue rubbing against it. you whine softly, head turning against your pillow once more. your whines are so cute, you’re so cute. 

he moves his fingers in and out, in and out, of your pussy as he sucks at your clit. you push against his face. he can feel your walls flutter around his fingers, he can feel, knows, how your orgasm is beginning to build and build. the desire in you is so thick that he can taste it, both literally and figuratively, and it seeps underneath his skin. 

minghao begins kissing your clit the same way he would kiss your mouth if he could. he mouths against your clit, runs his tongue over it and suckles. in your dream you’re becoming frantic; on the bed you’re desperately clenching around his fingers, trying to grind down, trying to reach it, trying to throw yourself off the cliff and fall into the ocean, trying to chase your orgasm. 

you’re so beautiful, minghao thinks. he wants you, he wants to so fucking much. he wanted you last night and wants you tonight and tomorrow night and every night for the rest of your fucking life, he wants to devour you and trap you, wants to feel your flesh in his hands and your pussy juices on his tongue for the rest of eternity, he fucking wants --

there’s a loud banging noise as one of the stupid neighbors drops something in the apartment above you. 

you flinch -- you, on the bed, flinch, and then you’re awake. 

minghao is flung from your dream. he can no longer touch you. he’s still thrumming with power, from the lust your body had given him, but he knows it’s not enough, knows that he’s still so fucking hungry for you. 

he wants to fucking kill those assholes in the apartment above you as you push back the blankets and toss your feet over the side of the bed. you’re frowning, and he watches as you tilt your hips downward and rut against the bed. 

“oh,” you say, blinking. minghao watches from the bed as you stand, going to your dresser. he knows what’s there -- knows the vibrant gel dildo you keep -- and he thinks for a split moment that this isn’t so bad, that he’ll at least get to watch you fuck yourself. 

but then you hum and move past the dresser and into the hall, where he can’t follow. 

and minghao seethes with rage at your orgasm being ripped from his hands. your lust gives him power and your orgasms even more so, and beyond that he just wants to see you cry as an orgasm comes over you. 

he stands up from the bed, bare feet against the cold floor. he walks back to the closet, sinking into the darkness. 

ah, well. he’ll just have to try tomorrow. 

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[shinestarsheart]

✎ ̼ Birthday gift

✎ ̼ pairing : Minghao x gn!reader

✎ ̼ warnings : bit of kissing, pet names (baby, my love)

✎ ̼ genre : fluff, boyfriend au, birthday au

✎ ̼ wrds : 711

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✎ ̼ song rec : Side by side - The 8

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You were smiling at yourself as you prepared several cute snacks and placed them on the table in the living room of you and your boyfriends shared place.

You’ve been living together for three months now and you definitely don’t regret it. He’s been helping you with everything and made sure you weren’t doing all the housekeeping stuff alone.

He washed the dishes together with you, helped you with the laundry and even cooked sometimes. His food was amazing but he insists that your food is the best and you can’t complain about that.

So for this special day, you decided to make little cupcakes in his favorite colors and decorate them cutely. You just know he’ll love it.

Today’s his birthday but it feels like it’s yours, you’re just too excited, you’ve been skipping around your shared apartment for hours, preparing the food and setting up the living room and of course placing his gift on the table between all the snacks.

Your gift is small but it’s coming from the heart, that’s all that counts, besides that, you’re still unsure if he’ll like it.

You’ve been spending the hours he hasn’t been home the past few days, making earrings for him. You know that he loves his accessories and that he loves wearing earrings but you just aren’t sure if he’ll like the design.

With those thoughts and that excitement of him coming home from work you went upstairs to take a shower and change into comfortable but pretty clothes.

You practically ran downstairs as you heard the door open and ran into his arms as soon as the door had been closed, hugging him tightly.

“Happy Birthday” you giggled as you hugged him.

“Thank you my love” he said with a wide smile on his lips as he left a small kiss on your lips.

You smiled softly at him as you took his hand and guided him into the living room.

“Come on!” you giggled as you dragged him behind you into the living room.

He looked a bit surprised, turning to smile at you.

“You did all that?” he smiled, holding your hand a bit tighter.

You nodded eagerly as you looked at your boyfriend with a huge smile.

“You didn’t have to do all that my love, thank you so much” he said, pulling you into a tight hug.

“But I wanted to! You deserve only the best!” you exclaimed as you pulled away from the hug with a smile.

“Come on, sit down baby” you said, sitting down yourself and patting the empty spot on the couch beside you.

He chuckled softly as he sat down beside you, looking at all the food.

“Woah you’re the best, really, I love you so much” he said, smiling widely.

“Open the present!” you giggled as you grabbed the present and held it out to him.

He chuckled as he took the present and carefully opened it before also carefully opening the case as well.

You watched him excitedly, waiting for his reaction with a smile.

You let out a relieved sigh as you saw his face light up and a loud gasp leave his lips.

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous!” he exclaimed before looking at you with watery eyes and a huge smile on.

You let out a small gasp as you cupped his cheeks gently.

“Why are you crying? Don’t cry” you said, looking at him with a pout.

He chuckled lightly, looking at you with a smile.

“Those are happy tears my love, I love them! I’ll wear them everyday” he said before connecting your lips for a passionate kiss.

You smiled softly as you pulled away slowly.

“You better! I made them myself!” you teased with a huge smile.

He let out a small gasp “You made them?!”

You nodded, smiling brightly.

“Those are a special edition then, only I have them!” he giggled as he put them on quickly.

You chuckled softly, watching him.

“Only for the best boyfriend in the world. Happy Birthday love” you said again, snuggling into his body.

“This is the best birthday I ever had” he smiled, kissing your head softly.

“I love you” he says, wrapping his arms around your body.

“I love you too”

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✎ ̼ a/n: Happy Minghao day everyone! Make sure to send him some sweet birthday wishes, he deserves the best <3 I wrote this in a short time because this was a lowkey random decision but I hope you enjoyed it either way. Make sure to reblogg and like it if you enjoyed it, thank you sm for reading ^-^

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[renaiswriting]

Whispers of Strength

Pairing: Xu Minghao/Reader

Summary: The idea of having your best friend tell you, "I told you so," once again was infuriating, but you were sick and he was all you needed.

Warnings: slightly angst (but like- barely, you won't even realize it's there) with soft/happy ending (?) | FLUFF

Word count: 4.2k

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A sneeze was heard loudly echoing through the walls of the darkened room. It was around seven in the morning, and you were still in bed. Your alarm had stopped dreaming about ten minutes ago, but you couldn't find the willpower to get up and start getting ready for your classes.

 The rest of the space shared with your roommate was awash in complete silence; there was no doubt that Minghao had left the bedroom a few minutes ago.

 Unwilling to turn on the light on your bedside nightstand, you fumbled with the surface of your nightstand, finding a used handkerchief that you had left there in the early morning after struggling to sleep.

 It seemed that no matter how much you blew your nose, one side of it was always completely unable to breathe.

 Around four in the morning, you gave up, opting to breathe with your throat (something that was completely uncomfortable because you're not used to breathing that way).

 After all, the cold air you had been exposed to the day before and the effort you had had to make to let oxygen into your body had ended up killing your throat, and now even breathing the smallest amount of air made you almost start crying.

 A new sneeze came violently through your body, shaking you completely as it left your organism. At the burning sensation in your throat, you closed your eyes tightly, accepting the discomfort with resignation.

 It was tiring; it felt as if thousands of knives were cutting the inside of your throat at the same time.

 The screen of the phone that had been charging all night on your bedside table lit up, revealing that Minghao had sent you a message.

 Minghao: You're on your way? I forgot my book for Economics III.

 If the idea of skipping class had even appeared for a millisecond, it was completely gone.

 I couldn't skip class now that Minghao had spoken to him.

 Because skipping classes would mean having to tell Minghao that she was not going to attend, and it would involve having to admit that she had made a mistake.

 Minghao had entered the same university as you in the same year. You had been studying the same major and attending the same classes from day one, but you hadn't seen or heard his name until you both found yourselves in the same dorm.

 Minghao had requested a roommate change due to having constant problems with the one he had before, and you, being forced to get a new place to sleep that wasn't expensive, had no choice but to sign up for the college dorms.

 Minghao had been the quietest person you had ever met, and that was a lot coming from you, who within three years had talked to, at most, about five people.

 Was it any surprise that you had never seen him? Not really.

Making friends has been an extraordinarily difficult task for you ever since you were a little girl. For many years, you forced yourself to try to meet different people and keep in touch with them, but you soon discovered that if you didn't write to them, they never did. 

And so you gradually began to drift further and further away from everyone, keeping only three friends who had shown that they cared about you as much as you cared about them.

 So, at the beginning of your university career, you had promised yourself to focus more on your studies than on making friends, so you went to class, took notes, and when you finished, you hurried straight to the library to continue studying in complete silence for another three hours.

 At first, living together was really awkward. Minghao didn't seem to know how to deal with you, and you didn't know how to deal with him.

 And it was even more awkward when you passed each other in class because neither of you knew whether you should greet each other or just ignore each other. 

Luckily, the relationship started to improve as soon as finals came around because both of you had a lot of studying to do and each of you had your own doubts.

 They began to meet in the living room, sitting late at night reading and rereading the same books.

 That's how they went from awkward roommates to roommates. 

Your friendship began to forge when Minghao found you sitting in the bathroom with the door open and your phone in hand, crying uncontrollably.

 That had been a bad week; not only were you extremely busy with all the group work and homework due in the various classes, but also the first exams had started, and you had failed one. So receiving a text message from your (at the time) boyfriend telling you that the relationship had come to an end was not in your plans, and as expected, the situation got the better of you.

 Minghao stayed by your side all that night, making you tea and watching those movies you loved so much, and he didn't share your feelings towards them.

 Becoming friends with Minghao meant that you had basically been adopted by the group of friends he had, and that meant that every two or three weeks they would get together somewhere to eat and take some of the stress out of college.

 And it had been one of those get-togethers that had brought about the current state you were in at those moments.  If there was one thing Minghao always took pride in, it was telling you how right he was with everything he advised you:

 "Don't drink five cups of coffee before you go to take your exam because you're going to feel like going to the bathroom the whole time."

 "Don't lend money to that person; you barely know them."

 "Don't put so much spice in that food; it will hurt your stomach."

 And in every one of them, he had been right.

 So, when Minghao looked at the weather on his phone and noticed the low temperatures, I sighed deeply.

 I had been thinking about wearing a certain outfit for almost a week, but it wasn't warm at all, and the solution of putting a jacket on top, which Minghao proposed, was not to my liking.

 "The cold is psychological." You spoke to the reflection on the other side of the mirror. From there, her eyes connected for a few moments with Minghao's, sitting on your bed.

 "And the fever you're going to get is also going to be psychological." Minghao responded by rolling his eyes. "Don't be stupid; you're going to get sick."

 "But you all look ugly!" I cried in frustration, walking over to my various coats and studying them one by one.

 "Wear one of mine," Minghao shrugged, too intent on what was happening on the phone in his hands, "it's not that much trouble."

 The topic wasn't touched on again; Minghao seemed satisfied with the 'I'll think about it later' answer, and you just prayed that miraculously the sub-zero degrees would disappear. 

 "Which one are you going to want?" Minghao asked, entering your bedroom with a knock on the door. In her hands, she carried three different coats, all black.

 "None," I replied, still finishing touching up my makeup, "thank you."

 Minghao frowned, "But it's getting five degrees below zero." Minghao reminded you incredulously, "What are you going to wear?" 

"I'm going to go like this; inside the restaurant, it's not going to be that cold."

 "Yeah, but in the ten-minute walk to get to the restaurant, it's going to be cold." 

"It's only ten minutes; how bad can it be?" 

Minghao rolled his eyes, muttering "whatever'.

 

 

 

It was worse than just bad.

 Even today, underneath the warmth wrapped around your body from the blankets, you could feel the cold you had experienced the day before.

You: Where is it?

You: "I'll be there in half an hour."

 Once again, you blew your nose; it was already red and burning every time the handkerchief touched the irritated area.

 You looked as horrible as you felt. 

You were just praying that the makeup would cover up any traces of discomfort.

 

 

 

 

Minghao was sitting in his usual seat; his hand was extended in the air, catching your attention.

 He had reserved the seat next to you so that the two of you could sit together.

 Your head was throbbing and your body felt weak, but you were determined not to let Minghao notice your condition. So you walked quickly to the seat next to his, pretending that the ragged breathing and sloppy movements were only because you were still tired and not because of the discomfort you felt.Taking a step felt like walking on the sand at the beach, only this one weighed about seventy pounds and stuck to your feet.

 "Did you bring it?" Minghao asked as soon as your body settled into the seat. You nodded in response, still not confident that your voice came out at all well. You had tried talking out loud in the bathroom before, and it seemed as if a demon was struggling to speak.

 You pulled a large book out of your backpack, relieving the bag of the extra weight it didn't usually carry.

 Minghao sighed in relief, stowing it in his own backpack.

 While he was distracted, you pulled out a handkerchief from inside your backpack, quickly wiping your nose, and hiding it back in your jean pocket in time to talk to Minghao. 

Luckily, Minghao filled much of the conversation, leaving you with the job of reacting or mumbling occasionally to his stories. 

The economics III professor entered the classroom, and everyone automatically fell silent. 

As the professor began to speak, you discreetly reached back into your bag and pulled out the pack of tissues you had hidden, realizing that the tissue you had grabbed earlier wasn't going to be enough for the rest of the class and that the professor had no intention of slowing down today's class just because you were feeling under the weather. 

The professor asked a question that your brain didn't pick up on at all; you just weren't there. 

Physically, you were there, but your brain didn't pick up on any of the difficult words your professor was saying. 

Your notes reflected it; they were a mess. 

You hadn't even managed to make a coherent sentence; most of them stopped mid-sentence because you couldn't keep up. 

Minghao looked at your notes, trying to find some word he probably hadn't been able to understand, but he frowned as he looked at your notes. 

This was unusual. 

Usually you even wrote whenever the teacher took a break or took a breath, so why were you a mess today? 

"I read this before," you excused yourself, "it's all in the book."

 Which you weren't too sure would do any good since you hadn't even touched that book in the last week, but Minghao seemed to agree with that answer as he quickly rushed to write down what the professor was saying.

Suddenly he stopped speaking, his eyes traveling to the faces of the students in front of him. 

You settled into your seat, sitting up straight and adjusting your posture. 

You could make out a cough forming in the back of your throat, so you quickly cleared your throat softly, disguising the tickle that threatened to trigger a coughing fit at any moment. 

Minghao looked at you with a worried expression. "Are you okay?" he asked. 

You quickly smiled at him, shaking your head. "I'm perfectly fine," you reassured him, your voice sounding louder than it really felt. "I'm still very sleepy." 

Minghao nodded, looking at your face for a couple of seconds before dropping the subject and turning his attention to the class. 

You reached for your water bottle, hoping that the cold liquid would help quell the feeling that you were about to start coughing. 

Taking a deep breath, you scolded yourself. 

It was just a cold; for God's sake, it wasn't the end of the world, and it was stupid how much it was affecting you. 

You stirred in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position to ease the persistent muscle pain.

As you attempted (and failed miserably) to keep your mind in the present, your brain was constantly repeating the same thing over and over again.

"He warned me about this; why was I so stupid? I should have listened." 

"Next time, I'll not be this stubborn..." 

"Just a little longer, I can make it through the day; just one more hour...  

The painkillers you took on your way to your class were not helping at all; it felt as if you hadn't taken them at all.  A sudden wave of dizziness washed over you; everything was moving.  You stopped writing for a second, until it got better.  Minghao turned to look at you, noticing you were not writing anything down. You send him a smile in return, forcing yourself to focus on the teacher's words and desperately trying to appear engaged.

The class finished with their teacher reminding them to read the next two chapters of their book for the next class.

"Shall we go home?" You asked, already rushing to the exit.

"Oh, Jeonghan asked to study together at the library this morning, and I told him we would be joining them, but if you don't want to-" 

"Oh, no, yeah! Yeah! Let's go!" You forced a cheerful smile, hoping your eyes didn't give away how dead you were actually feeling.

"You sure? They will understand if you want to go home." Minghao asked you once again just to make sure.  In response, you nodded, already heading to the library.  "Wait!"  Minghao rushed to grab your wrist and say, "We should eat something; I'm starving, aren't you?"

If anything, you were feeling like you were about to throw up because of how bad you were feeling.  but you nodded nonetheless. 

 

 

"You have barely touched your food." Minghao commented with a frown.  Today was slightly better than the day before; the sun was kindly warming everybody under its rays.  The group had agreed to move from the library to the concrete seats and tables outside so they could all have a small lunch and talk for a little bit before starting to study.

"I'm still kind of full from breakfast." You replied, your fork moving the noodles from side to side.

"Breakfast happened almost five hours ago; you can't possibly be full for that long." Minghao replied, at the same time that Jeonghan moved closer to you, his hand coming into contact with your forehead.

"You're hot."

"Thank you, I know." You replied, biting your lip seductively at him and pushing his hand away from your forehead with a smack.

Jeonghan's hand came back to your face, this time holding your chin and moving your face from left to right. "Your cheeks are red as well; I think you might have caught that virus that's going on around campus."

"What virus?" Mingyu asked. Your tallest friend was finishing his own lunch, liking his fingers, and eyeing the food you had in front of you.

"The one everybody is talking about, Seungcheol got it last week." Jeonghan replied. "He has been throwing up once every hour."  Minghao frowned, checking your forehead himself.

"I'm fine, just not hungry." You replied, pushing your food in Mingyu's direction.

"Nah-ah," he shook his head, "if you're sick, I don't want to have it." 

You tipped your tongue. "Such an ungrateful brat."

"I've got finals next week; I can't be throwing up!" He defended himself. "Trust me, if you weren't sick, I would eat it."

"You should probably go back home and sleep." Minghao suggested.

"I told you I'm fine!" You snapped, closing your eyes for a second to control your emotions. "I'm totally fine; I just want to study and get over it. Please"

Mingyu sighed, "Fine, but you're buying us coffee. If we're putting up with this attitude, this is the last thing you can do for us."

You bite your tongue, shutting down the need to tell Mingyu to go and fuck himself.  "Fine."

 

 

 

"Race 'til the bus stop! Let's see who gets there first!" Mingyu shouted, taking advantage of his long legs.

 It wasn't fair; in two strides, he had outpaced the others.

 Jeonghan started running as fast as he could, as did Minghao.

 You took a deep breath; your body was screaming for you not to.

 It was already under too much stress from whatever it was battling at the time (a virus or a cold, or at worst, both) for you to demand that it use what little energy you had left in a race.

 But you knew that if you didn't run, others would again insist that something wasn't right.

"I won!"  Mingyu sang happily; he was the only one standing up; Jeonghan was laying down on the ground, trying to catch his breath; and Minghao was sitting with his legs wide open, both breathing quickly.

"No shit Sherlock." You commented sarcastically, sitting next to Jeonghan. "At least give us a chance."

"I would usually do it, but today you weren't even trying." Mingyu frowned.  You rolled your eyes. Running has only made you breathe with your mouth, and the cold air that was entering your body only caused more harm.

"What do you mean?"

"You're sick." Minghao said calmly, "Just as I told you." He reminded you, looking straight into your eyes.

"I don't know what you're saying." You denied.  Minghao shook his head. Taking his own scar from his neck and softly wrapping your own neck with its warmth.

"Stop it; you sweated it!" You faked disgust.

"Stop acting like a five-year-old." He said it coldly.

You froze in your spot, stopping to try to take the scarf off your neck.

You could feel Jeonghan and Mingyu's eyes on your discussion. You felt your cheeks and eyes turning from pink to red in embarrassment.

"I don't."

"Yeah, you do," Minghao replied calmly. "I told you to wear a jacket, and you didn't."

"Stop acting like my dad." You complained, standing up as the bus started coming near the bus stop.

You went first, trying to get as far away from Minghao as possible, hoping that both Jeonghan and Mingyu would understand it and save your ass from Minghao's nagging that was just waiting for you.

 But of course, they were completely assholes and chose to sit together two rows behind both of you.

Minghao paid for his ticket, walking towards you.You avoided looking at him for the first five minutes, knowing he was looking at you—or the window, since both were in the same direction—in the reflection of the window.

"I'm sorry for reacting that way." Minghao whispered near your ear, not wanting the people next to them to listen to their conversation. "I didn't want to upset you."

You looked at his reflection for a couple of seconds before choosing the words you were going to use.

"I know," you started, turning to face him, "and I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier."

"If you were feeling that bad, you could just tell me; I would have given you my notes after class."

Minghao looked sad.

and seeing your friend sad made you feel sad.

"I'm sorry, it's just that the whole "I told you" thing is so annoying."

"But I did, in fact, tell you so."

 "I know!" You exasperated. "I know you did! You always do, and it's insufferable. For me, it is. I feel like I can't make any mistakes because, at first sight of them, you're the first one to point them out." You left it all out.

 "I don't." Minghao said, looking confused. "I didn't say that to make fun of your mistakes or anything like that. Never. I just want to point out that I did tell you because most of the time you just shut people down as soon as they say something you don't like, but sometimes you need to hear that."

 "You're stubborn, extremely stubborn." He continued. "And that stubbornness will get you hurt or sick sometime." Just like right now."

 Your emotions were all over the place, and now, at the slightly rice voice from Minghao, you were ready to boil your eyes out. 

Minghao saw your watery eyes, stopped talking, and painted his face with worry. 

"Don't cry, oh my god, I'm sorry, please don't cry."

Minghao wrapped his arm around your shoulders, awkwardly bringing you closer to his body, trying to comfort you by hugging you.

 "I'm sorry.  "I'm such a dick; you're already sick; please don't cry."

 You wanted to tell him that it was okay, that you were in fact mostly crying because of how horrible you felt and how exhausted, both mentally and physically, you felt, but instead, you rested your head on his shoulder, letting the tears run freely on your face and wetting Minghao's hoodie.

The warmth that Minghao's body emitted was comforting; it was like having your own personal sun. 

The sweet smell from his shampoo invaded your nose, making you feel safe in the familiarity of the smell.

 It was nice to let all the tears out. It was like finally acknowledging how awful you had been feeling since you woke up. 

It sucked. 

Minghao brushed your hair, cleaning your cheeks from the old tears. 

"We're almost home." He whispered, noticing that you were way calmer now that you had let everything out. 

You nodded, closing your eyes and focusing on Minghao's delicate touch on your hair, trying to come back to reality. 

The bus stopped, and you both went down, walking towards your shared dorm.

"I'll prepare you a bath." Minghao said, letting you take your time taking your shoes off.

 "It's okay; you don't have to."

 "I want to; it's my "I'm sorry for being a shitty friend" way to apologize."

 "But you're not a bad friend." You corrected him.

 Minghao smiled, disappearing into the bathroom.

 You went to your bedroom, looking for your favorite pajamas. The only thing you wanted to do was take a bath and sleep for the rest of the day.

 Minghao called you, letting you know everything was ready, leaving the bathroom all to yourself to enjoy the rose bomb bath he had.

 The water was warm, and it smelled so good.

 It felt so good in your sick body. 

Your muscles are finally relaxing.

 You stayed there until the water started to get cold, and as you started to get dressed, the smell of chicken soup hit you. 

Minghao was waiting with the table seated.

 "This is my mom's famous chicken soup," he told you, filling your glass with more water. "She always made me drink it whenever I was sick, so enjoy it; it's delicious."

 "Wow, he's so humble; he compliments his own food." You joked but tried it anyway, your empty stomach welcoming the food with eagerness.

 "So?   How's it?"   Minghao asked, looking attentive to your every move.

 "Delicioso!"   You answer in a terrible accent.

 "Is that Spanish?" Minghao asked, confused. 

"It's really, really good!" "It brings the Spanish out in me!"

Minghao laughed, saying, "There's more if you want; you should really eat well; you barely ate today."

You nodded.

He was right.

"Stay tomorrow; I'll take care of taking good notes so you can study later, okay?"

"But I'll feel better tomorrow."

Minghao rolled his eyes. "You'll go to class and spend two hours attempting to take notes while your mind is everywhere but the class; let your body and mind relax for tomorrow. It's just one day; it won't hurt."

You were about to start an argument, but you remembered the words Minghao told you earlier.

"Okay."   You replied instead, "But make sure everything's in Korean, please, or at least let me know in advance if there's anything in Chinese. I can barely deal with a second language while sick; I don't think I'll be able to deal with one I don't speak at all."

"Sure thing, let's watch a movie." Minghao proposed, deciding that it would be best to watch it in your bedroom, just in case you fell asleep.

"What do you want to watch?" You asked him while getting comfortable under the blankets.

"Whatever you want." Minghao replied, logging into his Netflix account from his laptop. "I'm fine with whatever." 

"Mean girls?" you asked.

Minghao nodded, watching the movie.

You knew Minghao wasn't a big fan of that movie, but you appreciated the fact that he was watching it with you. 

"I want to cuddle," you confessed; this was something your mom always did when you were a kid, and we're feeling particularly sick.

Minghao didn't say anything; he moved behind you, doing as you asked.

"Thanks."    You mumbled.

"Don't fall asleep; we haven't even gotten to the pink Wednesday part yet." Minghao joked.

 "Tomorrow is Wednesday; we should also wear pink." You said your mind was half awake, half asleep.

 "The only oink thing you're going to wear tomorrow is going to be your pajamas, but sure, let's do it." Minghao agreed.

 You smiled.

 Your eyes were burning from exhaustion.

 And without thinking twice, you let your kind shut down, allowing your body the rest it wished for the whole day, feeling safe in Minghao's arms. 

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[dokiyeom]

AND WE’LL LOVE EACH OTHER ANYWAYS  .  X. MINGHAO

⤷ when concerns about you possibly not feeling happy in your relationship and minghao’s sudden realization that he’s in love with you, nothing stops him from running straight to your door and blurting everything out

pairing: minghao x gn!reader  //  genre: fluff w/ a smidge of angst  //  wc: 1.2k 

warnings: cursing and insecurities

playlist: the lyrics don’t reaaally match the story but i listened to 寂寞号登机口 by jun on loop while writing this :0

note: everyone pls ignore the fact that i actually wrote this months ago when i was still writing for anime and this was supposed to be about sakusa kiyoomi :0 but hey hi it’s out of the drafts now at least !! and thank u @afoolnottoloveu for helping me figure this out :D

taglist: @yeongwonie​ (tbh i never announced a taglist but send an ask if u would like to be on it !!)

it’s considerably well into the night when a sudden ring of your doorbell prompts you to quietly tiptoe out of your bed and peek curiously through the peephole. in open defiance of everything you know, you find xu minghao standing outside with his hands tucked carefully behind his back, eyes briskly sweeping from object to object. he rocks back and forth nervously, periodically lifting from his toes and relinquishing as his heels return to the ground with a soft thump.

“hao?” you call out, unlocking your door to get a better look at your boyfriend as his eyes widen at the sight of you, completely disheveled in all of your homebody glory. although his mouth is obscured by his black mask, you easily can spot the apples of his cheeks rising and the soft crinkles by his eyes that signify a smile.

“y/n,” he chokes out as he hurriedly pulls his mask down, allowing a breath to narrowly escape, “i just- i had to see you right now,”

minghao’s eyes light up upon remembering his purpose for showing up unannounced at your doorstep. he swiftly untangles his hands from behind his back and reveals a beautiful bouquet of pallid cream and lush vermillion flowers and pushes them towards you.

“the gardenias, i um- i asked the florist because i wanted- had to tell you that i,” he sucks in a breath and begins to ramble rapidly,

“i love you y/n. i love you for everything that you’ve done for me, and i’m so beyond lucky to have someone like you who just- who is so understanding and is okay with the fact that we have to keep our relationship a secret even though i just want to show the world how much i love you. and i woke up today and thought god, i love you and i need you to know that because i’m so fucking scared of not being enough for you or that i can’t make you happy or that you think i don't want to show you off or that i'm too uptight or- but i love you and i will continue trying to better improve myself and put even more effort into our relationship so i’m worthy of you and i can love you the way you deserve to be,”

he takes paced, deep breaths afterward, completely overwrought after erupting in a breathless and nervous profession of his love for you and the worries that had been plaguing his mind for days now, “oh and the gardenias- the florist said it meant secret love and sincerity and-“

minghao tries to wrack his brain to recall everything the kind florist had said about the flowers to no avail. he’s dumbfounded and is tempted to run in embarrassment until you reach out for his arm and eagerly tug him to meet your face, placing an affirmative kiss on his lips.

“that’s a lot of ‘and’s don’t you think?” you giggle as you pull away, sliding your hand up to hold his face. he rolls his eyes and huffs and as you continue smiling at him. when minghao’s eyes return to yours, he pauses briefly, wondering what grand feat he had accomplished in his past life to deserve someone like you as he gradually allows himself to melt into your palm.

“i love you too hao, i know how hard you’re trying for me and our relationship and i don’t think you know just how big that is and how much it means to me,” you chuckle nervously as you set the bouquet by a small counter near the door. you pick up both of his arms, gripping his forearms and sliding your hands up and down as his fingers ghost your own. as he does this, you’re suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that you’re improvising your own declaration of love, but you force down your anxieties to in favor of allowing your love for minghao to speak for itself.

“i love you so so so much hao, i don’t mind that we can’t be open about our relationship and that you can’t be seen with me in public because of your job that you love. and hey, i really don’t mind, i honestly like our dates at home anyways, like we’ve saved so much money by staying in- anyways the point is i know you love me, i love you, and i love loving. you’re enough, hao. you’re worthy, and you always will be,”

minghao’s fingers trail to your elbows as he clasps them around and tugs you into his chest. his head knocks against you as his eyes flutter shut in content while you mirror his actions from earlier, breathing heavily and slowly trying to regain your composure until he breaks the silence.

“did you really mean all that?”

you nod, your head brushing against minghao with each movement as you feel a smile grow on his face. his voice is soft, almost tremulous as you feel him slowly peel himself off of you. your arms are still interconnected as you feel him drag his hands down to capture yours while dropping his head onto your shoulders.

“of course i do, i love you,” you smile, “now please look at me so i can kiss you,”

minghao obliges and hauls his head up to meet your eyes, leaning in to meet you halfway. the kiss is short and assuring, nothing like the clumsy first kiss you had shared in the early stages of your relationship or the swift stolen pecks before his practices. this time, it’s warm and alleviates the anxieties that had been plaguing minghao.

“i think i honestly feel a bit lighter now,” minghao admits, turning away upon registering just how red his face was, “i’ve been wanting to tell you for a bit now,”

“me too,” you confess with a light chuckle, decidedly sparing minghao from teasing him about his cheeks being abnormally ovenlike due to the realization that your cheeks were likely of similar warmth as his, “i didn’t really know how to bring it up,”

“i’m glad we finally said it though, it’s pretty reassuring,” minghao hums, taking a deep breath as his features soften, eyes completely focused on you as you nod in response. your eyes abruptly light up at a spur of the moment revelation and minghao promptly tilts his head in confusion, waiting for you to share what you were thinking of with him.

“want to come in before someone sees you? i’m just watching a movie right now,” you ask, nervously glancing around. minghao nods, stepping into your apartment and refusing to let go of your hands as he uses his feet to remove his shoes and dutifully follows you to the couch.

the gardenias eventually become a weekly tradition for minghao to bring over as they make their way into an ornate glass vase, tucked away in your bedroom and away from guests. each time minghao’s eyes flit over to the bouquet, he smiles, recalling the rather brazen and impromptu trip to your place at the dead of night and how overjoyed he is to be able to freely express to you how much he loves you, even if it’s in secret.

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[minho-hoho]

SEVENTEEN YAN!CHINA LINE REACTION TO S/O CHEATING ON THEM

♫ GENRE ➝ yandere

♫ PAIRING ➝ yan!china line x gn!reading

♫ WARNING ➝ violence, typical yandere behaviour and theme, infidelity, cursing, blood, death, mentions of vomiting, not proofread

♫ WC ➝ 2k

♫ REQUESTED ➝ yes

♫ NOTE ➝ wanted to write some yan!svt, it had been a while, hasn't it?

MASTERLIST

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⚘ 文俊辉 W. JH ⚘ ˚｡⋆ ♡༘ ˚

sneaky and secretive, that's what you were. your plan was almost perfect, had it been for the fact that you had underestimated your boyfriend. you knew, it was obvious, junhui was more than crazy, something was deeply wrong in his head, but yet, you still thought you could get away and finally leave him.

your plan was to cheat on him, find someone that could finally help you to leave, and get junhui locked up, hopefully forever.

it is quite immoral, and it was against your values and morals, sure, but your own safety, and even life, was way more important to you.

you had been meeting up with a guy for some time now, your feelings had started to grow. you hadn't told him about junhui yet, you weren't sure if it was safe for you to do so now. still, you tried to meet up as frequently as you could with your secret lover. he was the breath of fresh air that you so desperately needed, and you couldn't afford to give up the relationship and growing love you two shared.

thirty minutes after junhui left for work, you started to get ready to meet up your partner. enthusiasm filled you, as you impatiently put on your shoes. and in a blink of an eye, you were out, happily walking to your date.

you had underestimated him, worst, you had forgotten how you even ended up in his hands. after all, one if the reasons he got you so “easily” was by his excellent stalking qualities, that he did not hesitate to use when it came to you. how did you think that you cheating on him would go under the trap?

he was already suspicious of you and your behaviour, the way you were more docile and overall happier. how you were going out more often to see “friends”. junhui decided that it was time for his curiosity to get the best out of him, and wanted to confirm his suspicions.

after you had informed junhui that you were going to be out, he had the idea of going back to his old habits, stalking, to find out what you were truly doing and with who.

eyes on your unsuspecting form, the second you left the house. it didn't take too long for him to see you with one guy, who didn't look like “friends” to him. junhui was already fuming, but technically, it wasn't enough to prove your infidelity. despite feeling his blood boiling, he chose to stick around a bit longer.

not even a minute later, junhui had become the witness of you and your partner sharing a loving embrace that lasted a bit too long for his liking, and worse, you two sharing a passionate kiss. he was this much away from throwing hands and snatching you away and make sure the sunlight never touches your skin ever again, but he didn't want to cause a scene in public.

he quickly made his way home, deep in thought about the way he'd punish you later.

he carefully prepared everything he needed for your punishment. he felt betrayed after having given you so much freedom; you abused of his “leniency” and he was going to make you pay for this.

your date ended, you still felt the butterflies in your stomach. you checked your phone to see what time it was. junhui was still not coming home until two hours, or so you thought. you serenely walked back to your house, only to see the door unlocked, the door that you made sure to lock twice before going your way. it only meant one thing, and you weren't too happy.

carefully, you opened the door before entering. the ambiance was eerily creepy, dimmed lights, deafening silence, all chilling you to the core.

you made your way to the living room, but you were stopped by the the cold and stern voice of junhui ringing through the room. too disturbed, not a word came out of your mouth, you knew you were done for, without him telling you, you knew that he knew about your infidelity. and that thought petrified you.

junhui now stood in front of you, eyes burning through your skull. the atmosphere was heavy, you didn't dare to say a word, feeling some type of guilt inside of you, all the confidence you ahd previously when cheating on him was now gone, you felt like putty and secretly wished you hadn't cheated him.

“so, how was your little date, hm? had a nice time?” he queried, only to be met with silence.

“lost your voice on your way? you seemed pretty talkative when you were cheating on me, weren't you?” you gulped, looking away from him as he brought himself closer to you.

junhui trapped you between him and the wall behind you.

“i don't know who did you think you were, where did that confidence come from. however, what i do know, is that you will never get that same freedom you once did. i also know, that you are going to pay, suffer for what you have done to me.” he lifted your chin to make you look at him, seeing your terrified, avoiding eyes. “i'm going to make you live hell on earth until you understand your place and lesson. got it?” you couldn't bring yourself to utter a single word, fear stopping you from doing so.

“got it?” he asked, more firmly, causing you to rapidly nod.

“good, because i don't like repeating myself.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⚘ 徐明浩 X. MH ⚘ ˚｡⋆ ♡༘ ˚

oh how foolish of you to think it was ever going to work. did you really think you were going to play, xu minghao himself? that you were ever going to escape him and his sick love? you overestimated yourself, he was playing you, not the contrary. and you were going to pay the consequences.

you were absent-mindedly getting back home from your date when you had received a text from minghao, reading: “if you think you're going to keep getting away with your infidelity, you're dead wrong. i will make sure you remember your lesson when you get home from your dumb little date.”.

the message made your blood run cold, and you weren't so sure about going home anymore. but at this point, with the fear consuming you little by little, you were convinced he was watching you at this exact moment, or that he atleats knew where you were. you didn't know whether it was safer for you to go home and accept your fate or try to run away to your secret lover. but knowing how minghao was crazy, he might have already killed your partner.

dread and distress now controlling your body, with apprehension, you continued walking to your house.

standing in front of your front door, you grabbed your keys, palms heavily sweating. you opened the door, but no one seemed to be there.

you put all fo your stuff away, and grabbed a glass of water to calm your nerves. what could minghao possibly be doing? was he really getting rid of your partner? it was a very conceivable probability with him, it wouldn't have been the first time he had killed someone for you. still, the thought of him killing your only hope was crushing you and killing you inside.

toying with the hem of your shirt nervously, you suddenly received another message. it seemed minghao sent you a picture, but you were hesitant to open it. reluctantly, you clicked on the notification. you could feel yourself get paler as your eyes landed on the picture on your screen.

it was a picture of you partner, laying dead, blood dripping from mouth down to the rest of his body, his arms were cut and laid next to his head. your stomach churned at the horrifying sight. minghao captioned the picture “what happens when you cheat and try to escape from me”. tears already flooding your eyes, you felt like throwing up any moment now. yet, only tears came out. you were bawling, the image of your lover dead, dismembered flashing in your head.

you wished you had been more careful, or that you hadn't cheated altogether. you hadn't realised how big of an impact it could have on other people, and guilt was eating you for the inside.

drowning in your own tears and loud sobs, you didn't notice the door opening and minghao looking at your sad and pathetic, crying figure. he was unimpressed, knowing you'd react this way, it was sort of his goal, to give you a little taste of what kind of torture he'd make you go through.

“liked the little photo i sent you?” he asked in a mocking tone.

his voice snapped you back to reality, you looked at him, eyes puffy and still crying. you weren't sure what to do or say, technically it was fault, you knew how minghao was, you knew that he had no problems killing anyone for you, yet you still cheated on him, something that was against your own values, but you stupidly believed that there was a chance for you to escape and finally go back to your once normal life.

“seems like you did” he chuckled, “you had it coming, y/n. did you really think i'd let you cheat on me and get away with it? are really that stupid?” he shook his head in disappointment and disapproval.

“can't you fucking see how many people get hurt because of you? do you like seeing people die because of your actions? because if so, there's a couple of photos i could show you.” his raised his voice, making you flinch in your seat.

you sobbed harder, trying to apologise, only intelligible blubbers coming out. as much as you were miserable sitting there, minghao had a hard time having pity towards. after all, to him, you had brought this onto yourself, he viewed you as disgustingly selfish, yet his obsession didn't stop. you could be fixed and he was going to fix you, to make you love him and only see him.

minghao sighed, looking at you crying your heart out. “i can't believe you, y/n, i truly can't” he walked towards you, making you shift back in your seat, “despite you acting so horrible towards me, i still love you, and so, for the better, i need to make you understand a lesson that you will never forget.”

both of your eyes met, you gulped, too scared to even imagine what you were about to go through. you regretted every single decisions and mistake tagt led you to this, and without him punishing you further, you knew that you'd never make the same mistake again, the image of your lifeless partner laying in his own pool of blood forever haunting you stopping you from doing so.

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[3raaaachachacha]

3:02 pm

Xu Minghao x female reader / 726 words / angst / smut

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, degradation, cursing

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day nineteen of kinktober - xu minghao x hate sex

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There was no secret that Minghao was your enemy. Not only in life, but primarily in the fashion industry. The two of you were renowned fashion designers, creating the trendiest fashion pieces on the market. When in the public eye, the two of you are friendly and polite to one another, yet behind closed doors, you couldn’t tell if you wanted to kill him or fuck him. The anger this man fueled within in you made you see red whenever you argued with him.

It had been a screaming match for the past 20 minutes and both of your staff had left, locking the doors per requested to allow the two of you to battle it out. They knew better than to try and stop either of your passionate selves.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Hao? That design pattern is mine and has been for over a month now. You’re acting like a fucking idiot trying to play dumb here,” You screamed at him, imagining that steam was radiating off your head from how annoyed you were with him. Even so, you couldn’t help your feminine urges to want to rid his silk designer rob off his broad shoulders, and leave marks all over his tan neck.

He scoffed at your attitude, trying to be all high and mighty, “You know what. I’m sick of your fucking attitude towards me. Look at you. Acting like a big girl for once? Not hiding behind your supervisor this time?” He taunted, moving towards you, unconsciously backing you into the corner of the room, “I hate that you look this good and yet you still make me hate you,” Without another word, he gripped your chin, pulling your face upwards to meet his soft lips in a heated, but rough embrace.

You knew you shouldn’t, but it felt so right. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling at the ends of his hair, feeling the effect it had on him as he rubbed his hard bulge against your thigh. You smirked into the kiss, moving your lips down to his neck to suck purple marks all over it.

“You hate me, yet you want to mark me? Get over your self,” He chuckled sarcastically before picking you up and moving you towards the large desk, “Bend over bitch. I won’t say it again.”

You whinced at his demand before following his instructions. His harsh actions of pulling your pants and panties down, made you tingle in areas you forgot about. His hand rubbed your soft bottom before landing a hard smack, making your squeal out in pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, I knew you liked it rough. You can tell by how annoying your mouth is,” Minghao insulted, pulling his dress pants down to release his dripping cock, “To most women, I’m a complete gentleman, but for you, you don’t deserve that after how you’ve been acting. Little girl needs to be punished.”

He rubbed his hard length against your dripping folds before carefully inserting himself inside. He may hate you, but he didn’t want to actually hurt you. He stilled for a moment to wait for a signal from you that it was alright to move.

“What are you waiting for Hao, fucking move already!” Desperate whimpers and whines escaped your reddening lips as you tried to hold your noises back.

Without an argument, Minghao began thrusting into you at an inhumanly pace, one hand holding onto the waist, while the other pulled your hair, “Fuck, look at you. You’re so beautiful when you shut your mouth and listen to me. If only you dropped your attitude with me, maybe things could have been different.”

You rolled your eyes, “Just say I intimidate you rather than making such, fuck, such dumb excuses,” You sarcastically remarked before releasing a string of moans from the angle he began hitting that was making you see stars, “Don’t stop Hao!”

“You wish you intimidated me. You’re all talk baby. Look at your drooling over how good I’m fucking you right now,” He chuckled, pulling out to leave you missing your orgasm. You turned to look at him with annoyance and frustration in your eyes, “I didn’t say I’d let you cum. Remember, good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished,” He winked at you before switching your position to insert himself again.

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[aestaeticityshua]

Dandelions | Xu Minghao

Synopsis: Choi Hyerin keeps receiving these sweet letters from her secret admirer. The only problem? She already has a boyfriend.

Pairings: Xu Minghao x OC Choi Hyerin x Joshua Hong

Genre and Tags: fluff / unrequited love / non-idol!minghao / highschool au / sweet letters / crush / first love / secret admirer

Author's Note: Just a small inventive outcome— inspired by one of my favourite songs, Dandelions by Ruth B. Not all stories have happy endings. Please leave your thoughts in the comments~

Rating: 13+

Word Count: 3.5K+

AFTER THE TEACHER DISMISSED the class, Hyerin hurried to the classroom opposite hers, clutching a sheet of paper as she scanned the crowd for someone special. A brilliant smile lit up her face, celebrating her perfect score in Chemistry, a subject she typically disliked.

While her dedication played a significant role, her achievement owed much to someone dear to her heart—her boyfriend, Joshua Hong.

As Joshua exited the classroom, his bag slung over one shoulder, he ran his hand through his hair, oblivious to Hyerin's eager gaze. Finally spotting him, she dashed over, calling out his name. Startled, Joshua turned, only to be enveloped in a tight hug from Hyerin.

"Shua!" she exclaimed. He grinned as he embraced her in return, his eyes reflecting her excitement.

Breathless with enthusiasm, Hyerin shared her news. "Guess what? I, Choi Hyerin, just got a perfect score in Chemistry!" She handed him the paper, her eyes shining with pride.

Surprised but elated, Joshua scanned the paper, his smile widening. "I always knew you had it in you. I'm so proud of you," he said, gently pinching her cheeks.

Moved by his words, Hyerin hugged him tightly. "It's all thanks to having the best boyfriend," she murmured.

Joshua kissed her forehead. "No, I merely helped with the basics. The rest was all you. I'm truly proud, my love."

Hyerin's heart swelled with affection. "Really?" she whispered.

"Mhm," Joshua confirmed, holding her close. "And your mom will be thrilled. Show her as soon as she gets home."

Hyerin cherished the way Joshua looked at her—as though she were everything. And to him, she truly was. He was utterly captivated by her, and nothing else mattered in comparison. He was completely and breathtakingly fascinated.

Joshua had always been a man of few words, but since their paths intertwined, it seemed like there were a million unspoken sentiments between them. His eyes spoke volumes, effortlessly conveying his deep love for her. Their affection was palpable to anyone who observed them, revealing Joshua's complete adoration for her. Whether it was the sparkle in her eyes when he was near or the warmth of his affectionate smile, their relationship radiated pure love.

Even under a starry sky, their gaze remained locked on each other.

Lost in each other's embrace, they were oblivious to another pair of eyes fixated on them.

The onlooker's stare wasn't born of jealousy, anger, or resentment, but rather a bittersweet blend of pain and acceptance. Unintentionally, tears welled in their eyes as they continued to watch the couple from a distance.

"Hao, you shouldn't keep watching them. It'll only hurt you more," a voice spoke from behind, a hand resting on the observer's shoulder with concern.

"I know, Mingyu, but I can't help it. It's not that I resent seeing Shua with her. It's just hard not to imagine what it would be like if it were me instead of him," Minghao confessed, his longing evident in his voice as his gaze remained fixed on her radiant smile.

It always tormented him.

Her smile.

Minghao couldn't quite articulate why, but her smile brought him joy. He harbored just one wish — to be the reason behind her happiness. Yet, the realization that this dream would never materialize shattered him each time.

It remained his cherished fantasy, one he fervently wished would someday come true.

He often pondered if he could whisk her away, but did she harbor any desire to be with him?

However, Minghao could never betray his best friend, the one who stood by him from the start. He recognized that Hyerin meant the world to Joshua. Despite being the first to love her, Minghao knew he could never treat her as magnificently as Joshua did.

Joshua was incomparable, perhaps that was why she chose him. No one could dispute their compatibility, not even Minghao himself. Yet, witnessing her affection towards Joshua pierced him deeply. His only solace lay in his dreams, where she belonged to him and he to her.

Despite his unrequited love for his best friend's girlfriend, Minghao harbored no resentment towards Joshua; their friendship meant too much to him. He refused to jeopardize it for the sake of love.

"Perhaps confessing could aid your healing, Hao," Mingyu suggested.

"No, I couldn't do that to Shua. Maybe these feelings will fade with time. Until then, I'll find solace in merely witnessing her smile from afar," Minghao replied, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he watched them once more.

Mingyu couldn't help but feel sorry for his best friend. Though he couldn't change the situation, Mingyu always ensured he was there for Minghao, offering support whenever and wherever needed.

"I'm just going to stash this in my locker. Be right back, okay? Meet you in the cafeteria," Joshua said, kissing Hyerin's temple before she headed off.

Joshua couldn't help but marvel, 'How did I ever deserve this angel?'

Turning around, he spotted his best friends and hurried over. Minghao swiftly wiped his tears at Joshua's approach.

"Hey, guys! What's going on?" Joshua beamed, earning fond smiles from both Mingyu and Minghao.

"Not much. We both aced Chemistry," Mingyu exclaimed excitedly.

"That's fantastic! I'm proud of you both," Joshua replied warmly.

Mingyu glanced at Minghao, then back at Joshua. "Hey, Shua, can I ask for your advice?" Joshua nodded, prompting Mingyu to continue. "I have a friend who's head over heels for this girl..."

Minghao shot Mingyu a warning glare, but Mingyu persisted, ignoring his friend's silent protests. "So, he's deeply in love with her, but she's in a relationship with his best friend."

"How did he develop feelings for his best friend's girlfriend?" Joshua inquired.

"Wel—"

"He didn't plan it. It just happened," Minghao interjected, defending his friend. "Besides, he loved her long before his best friend did."

Joshua arched a brow, puzzled by Minghao's defensive stance. "Well, if that's the case, why didn't he confess before his best friend did?" he asked.

Minghao faltered, unsure of how to respond. Joshua had a point. Why hadn't he confessed earlier? Was it fear, or a belief that he wasn't good enough for her?

He didn't know. Sensing the tension, Mingyu intervened, "Well, for whatever reason, he didn't. But now he can't shake his feelings and it hurts to see them together. How can he move on?"

Joshua pondered for a moment. "If he truly loves her—"

"He does. Very much," Minghao interjected again.

"Okay, then it won't be easy for him to let go," Joshua continued. "And since she's his best friend's girlfriend, he'll likely see her often, making it even harder."

"So there's no way for him to move on?" Mingyu pressed.

"There is," Joshua replied, catching Minghao's curious gaze. "Rejection."

Minghao looked puzzled, while Mingyu shot him a knowing glance.

"If he doesn't express his feelings, he might hold onto hope. But if he confesses and she rejects him, it'll shatter those hopes, allowing him to move forward," Joshua explained. "But since she's his best friend's girlfriend, a face-to-face confession might be awkward and could jeopardize their friendship."

"Way to burst the bubble, Shua," Mingyu remarked, rolling his eyes.

"You didn't let me finish, you goofball," Joshua retorted. "He could write her a letter, confessing his love as a secret admirer. That way, she won't know it's him, and he can move on when she rejects him, without risking their friendship." Joshua grinned, pleased with his solution.

"But what if she tells her boyfriend about the letters? That would ruin his friendship," Minghao asked.

"She wouldn't. She would probably refrain from bringing this up to him," Joshua reassured with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Shua. You're the best!" Minghao exclaimed.

"You're welcome, I guess. Are you going to go tell him now or...?" Joshua queried.

"Yes! Joshua, we have to go. We'll see you later. Thanks again!" Mingyu exclaimed, grabbing Minghao's hand as they began to move away from Joshua.

Joshua shook his head, smiling as he saw his two best friends head inside the cafeteria.

'I might be the only boyfriend who would give his best friend permission to write love letters to his girlfriend,' Joshua thought with a sigh.

He knew.

Of course he knew. Joshua wasn't that naïve or ignorant to not notice the sparkles in Minghao's eyes whenever they landed on Hyerin. It would be impossible to miss the lovely smile on his face each time she would smile. But Joshua never said anything. Knowing this made Joshua value Minghao even more than he already did. He was surprised by how Minghao never once showed his anger or hatred toward him. No matter how hurt Minghao was, he always proved that his friendship with Joshua meant so much more than anything else. Even now, Joshua noticed how Minghao was keen and focused on not ruining their friendship.

Joshua was certainly scared.

Scared of losing her—his everything. But if being with Minghao is what she would want, Joshua would definitely give her up happily, knowing that she would be with someone who loved her deeply. Probably even more than Joshua himself. What mattered to him was her happiness. Nothing else. If she would be happier without him, Joshua wouldn't hesitate to let her go. His mother always used to tell him, "If you love someone, the best thing you can do for them is letting them go. If they are yours, they would always find their way back to you and if they don't, they weren't ever yours."

'I hope you get to tell her everything you wished to say, Hao. I hope it would help you move on. If you end up winning her too, I would be very happy for you.'

Joshua smiled tenderly, walking towards the cafeteria.

"I don't know if I should do it. It feels wrong," Minghao sighed, his hands fumbling with the piece of paper in his hands.

"Hao, even Joshua himself gave you permission to write to his girlfriend. What more do you need?" Mingyu reasoned.

"But he didn't know that it was about me and Hyerin," Minghao frowned.

"But it's not like you're doing anything wrong, Hao. It's okay to be a little selfish at times like this, you know? As Shua said, the only way you can move on is if you get rejected." Mingyu placed his hands on Minghao's shoulders. "You might never get a better opportunity other than this."

Minghao sighed, his heart heavy at the thought of betraying his best friend. "I don't know if I can betray him like this. It's hard."

Joshua hid in a corner next to them, eavesdropping on their conversation. He sighed, feeling somehow happy that Minghao felt hesitant. Of course Joshua wanted him to be a little selfish and do it, but he felt very grateful to have someone as unique and special as Minghao in his life. Nonetheless, Joshua definitely wanted him to do it. Joshua never felt guilty for being with Hyerin; he just couldn't bear to see his best friend get hurt because of him.

Minghao took a deep breath, knowing that he had to do it either way. He inserted the paper slowly in between the small gap of Hyerin's locker. Joshua felt relieved and proud of Minghao for doing it.

"I'm sorry, Shua," Minghao whispered, his head against the locker.

Joshua smiled fondly at his best friend. 'It's okay, Hao. I'm happy you did it.'

"Let's leave before she comes, Hao," Mingyu suggested, earning a nod from Minghao.

After a long and eventful evening, Hyerin was certainly exhausted but was still very cheerful because of her huge achievement. She happily skipped to her locker.

Minghao watched with a small smile on his face. He knew it was wrong to feel this way but his heart couldn't help but palpitate wildly for what was coming next. He was both nervous and excited. Minghao had already made different assumptions as to how she might react to the letter, and he was prepared to get his heart broken.

Hyerin opened her locker, only to find a small piece of paper. Confused, she grabbed it delicately as if she might ruin the paper. Noticing many words written neatly, she started reading it.

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I couldn't stop my eyes from searching for every trace of you. I'm in love, alone.

I'm in love with the impossibility of me and you.

With a heart like that, you deserve the world, darling.

If only I had been a bit earlier, I might've been treasuring you in my arms now.

Maybe we were meant to meet but not to be.

- MH ♡

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Hyerin looked around, hoping to find the writer of the letter.

'MH?'

She wondered, her mind recalling anyone and everyone she knew with the initials 'MH'. But to her dismay, no one as such crossed her mind. Hyerin wouldn't lie, the way her admirer worded his feelings definitely made her feel butterflies. If she weren't already in a relationship with someone she loved with all her heart, she might have been swayed.

She sighed, grabbing the paper before closing her locker. Scrunching her nose, she headed to her class. Though she was physically present, her mind was captivated by thoughts of who could have written her the letter.

"Hey, my love," Joshua hugged her from behind, kissing her head. "How was dinner yesterday?"

"Oh, yeah, it was great. Mom felt really proud," she replied nonchalantly. "She invited you over for dinner today. Can you make it, Joshie?" Joshua chuckled at the nickname, pinching her cheeks.

"I'll try, sweetheart. Do thank her for inviting me, though." Hyerin nodded, cuddling closer to him.

"Shua, there's something bothering my mind," she whispered.

"Really? You wanna talk about it?" he asked gently, rubbing her back.

"Never mind. It's nothing." She shrugged as he frowned.

"If you still want to talk about it, I'm always here, okay?" She nodded, pecking his lips. "I love you, Shua."

He smiled. "I love you more."

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These are the words I never thought I'd be able to let out.

Maybe it's the way you say my name, but it's so good. I've never known anybody like you. I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.              

Though I'm a coward for not saying this to you face to face, I simply just cannot bring myself to do it as you make my mind go blank every time I see you. Perhaps, that was the reason I couldn't confess sooner than he did.                   

I'm in a field of Dandelions, wishing on every one that you'd be mine. I see forever in your eyes, I feel okay when I see you smile. Wishing on Dandelions all of the time, I pray to God that one day, you'd be mine.

However, I'm happy you're with the best possible guy for you. Even if I had confessed earlier, I wouldn't have been able to love you as half as he does. 

I hope you stay happy with him always. I love seeing you smile.   

I always thought it was impossible for a person to have a smile much more beautiful than all of the wonders of the world but you proved me wrong, so never give it up for anyone. I'm so inspired with you; how special your heart is, how your mind works, how you live and especially how you love.           

Please don't search for me. I really do wish I could tell you who I am but I'm afraid I can't. 

Such a coward I am, aren't I? I already know what your reply would be but hearing it out loud would help me move on. Please come to the rooftop after lunch, though you won't be able to see me, I'll be there, listening to you.

I hope you'll come.                                                

- MH ♡

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Quickly checking her watch, she widened her eyebrows. Shutting her locker, she ran to the rooftop. Hyerin hadn't been to her locker since morning and only checked just now after eating lunch.

Feeling guilty, she ran as fast as she could, hoping the mystery person wouldn't misunderstand the reason for her absence on the rooftop.

Catching her breath, she shouted, "I'm here!" hoping her secret admirer was still present.

Taking a deep breath, she started, "Hi, you already know that I have a boyfriend and that I love him a lot. I'm guessing the reason you're not revealing yourself to me is because I already know who you are. I just wanted to say, I'm sorry that I was blind to see how you felt about me. It must've hurt you a lot to see me and Joshua together. And you're not a coward; confessing to someone who is your friend isn't easy, there's a lot to take under consideration, so I understand. I just wanted to know why you decided to tell me now. I'm really sorry I can't reciprocate your feelings, as you already know, I love Joshua with all my heart and I can't even imagine being with someone who is not him. I'm really sorry. I hope we still stay friends. Thank you for all your beautiful words. If I hadn't already loved Shua, I would've definitely been swept off my feet. I hope you find someone better than me, someone who actually deserves you and loves you a lot. I just wanted to say this. Thank you for being my friend and for revealing your feelings to me instead of bottling it up forever. I wish nothing but the best for you."

She let out a sigh, hoping someone actually heard her words and that she wasn't just talking to herself. She slowly stepped out, heading to her class.

All the while, Minghao could do nothing but cry as he felt his heart break. He knew what she would say, but he was grateful that she tried her best to let him down politely. He kept crying until it satisfied his heart. Suddenly, someone embraced him, softly patting his head.

"It’s okay, Hao," Joshua whispered, his voice gentle and soothing. "I’m here for you."

Minghao looked up, surprised to see Joshua. "Shua, why are you here? You- you knew?"

Joshua smiled softly. "Yes, Hao. That's why I told you to do this and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I know this was hard for you, but I’m proud of you for telling her how you feel."

Minghao wiped his tears, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Shua. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Joshua hugged him tighter. "We’ll get through this together, Hao. You’re not alone."

As they stood there, Minghao felt a sense of comfort knowing that despite everything, his friendship with Joshua remained unshaken.

The saddest word in the world is almost.

He almost had her, she almost fell for him.

They almost made it. And now, their 'almost' would always haunt him forever.

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This is my last letter to you. I just wanted to tell you everything I wanted to because I wanted to have no regrets and what ifs. It's going to be a bit long so I'm sorry for that. One, I heard you yesterday, thank you for coming and telling me how you feel, I really appreciate it. Second, thank you for coming into my life and making me feel things I myself couldn't explain. It hurts like hell to have to forget you but now, I at least had my dreams and fantasies killed, it'll help me move on.

You are the love that came without a single warning and you stole my heart before I could even say no. It's very pathetic really, how much I hope it's you and me in the end. You and I, we were always just an almost—never something, never nothing but just an almost. It was hell realizing you only loved me in my dreams and I always woke up alone. At least now, I won't have regrets that I couldn't express just how much you mean to me.

Your happiness has become such an important part of my life now that it kills me to see you sad. Always keep smiling, you deserve it more than anyone. And, don't let him go, he's one of a kind. Just like you.

Goodbye, my almost first love.

- MH ♡

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Hyerin softly smiled as she read the letter.

"Bubs, I missed you." A voice cooed in her ears, hugging her from behind as she giggled.

"Really? Should we go on a date today then? I already finished studying for my tests." She replied, turning around and wrapping her hands around Joshua's waist.

"Sounds perfect." He pecked her lips.

Heyy!! This is the first oneshot! I hope you all like it and that the ending didn't disappoint you. Sometimes, the person you love may not be destined to be yours and that's okay. I would be very pleased if you all could leave comments sharing your thoughts, I'd love to read them and analyze the ways I can improve with my writing! Please let me know how you all felt~

The second oneshot is upcoming and my masterlist will be updated after I've published 5 oneshots!

Thank you all so much for taking your time to read this! I love you! See you soon~

-Hera 🤍

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