#xu minghao fanfiction

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Kinktober '23: Body Modification | Xu Minghao

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Xu Minghao x Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: A drunken confession to your best friends leads to you getting a tattoo from the prettiest man you've ever seen, and a loud mouthed best friend gets you a little more than you bargained for

WC: 3.5k (I literally don't know how this happened)

Warnings: tattoos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, fingering, oral (reader receiving), Minghao has several piercings (including a tongue piercing), slight degradation if you squint?, Minghao is bold and loves eating pussy, mentions of marking

A/N: Yeahhhhh there's gonna be a part two to this because when I tell you that this was just supposed to be the opening to the real idea I had...and then it got long and well overdue so forgive me for that heh

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You did stupid things when you were drunk, this wasn't new information for you. And yet somehow you always gave in when your friends asked you to come out with them. You were beginning to rethink that now as you sat in the waiting area of a tattoo parlor, fidgeting hands clasped in your lap.

It was a dumb slip up after mentioning that you'd always wanted to get a tattoo. Your friends got all excited, insisting that you had to do it, that you'd look so hot with a tattoo, that you needed to step out of your comfort zone or you'd end up becoming an old hermit who never did anything but sit in your house and watch dramas. The last one stung a bit, you had to admit. But the real nail in the coffin was Mingyu announcing that he'd texted his tattoo artist about setting up an appointment.

And see, it wasn't that you were afraid, you were just...unsure about making the life-long commitment that came with getting some random man's art printed on your body forever. Especially when it was going to hurt the whole time. You were about a second away from just chickening out all together, turning tail and leaving the shop when your name was called. You looked up, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. It was just the receptionist, bleach blonde hair with the longest legs you'd ever seen. He smiled, and it put you a little bit at ease. After all, he'd been nothing but sweet when checking you out.

"Minghao should be just about ready. I'll walk you back." He said. You nodded, getting up to follow him back as you nervously fiddled with the hem of the skirt you wore. Easy access, Mingyu had said. "To your thigh for the tattoo!" He'd added after a solid smack to his arm from Wonwoo.

You tugged it a little lower. Maybe it had been a bad choice to get a tattoo in a place that would leave so much of you exposed to a complete stranger. You didn't have time to overthink it because the man in front of you slowed to a stop, knocking on the door in front of him before swinging it open.

The inside wasn't exactly what you'd been expecting, there were a few plants carefully placed around the room, and the music that was playing was nothing like the intense atmosphere you'd been picturing. There were pictures hung up over near a small desk, grinning faces and dorky images of a group of friends goofing around in various settings, and a stuffed frog sitting in the corner of the desk with a miniature birthday had strapped to his head. You smiled.

But the most unexpected part had to be the man sitting on a rolling stool in front of a tray of only slightly intimidating materials. He was breathtaking. Dark hair swooped in front of his face where he was leaned over, and you could see the glint of metal speared through his eyebrow. He was long and lithe, one arm covered entirely in absolutely beautiful tattoos that spiraled and swirled against his tanned skin.

"You must be Y/N." He said, finally looking up from what he was doing and taking the black gloves off of his hands. He stood, shaking out his hair and letting it frame the most beautiful brown eyes you'd ever seen. How the fuck had Mingyu never mentioned that his tattoo artist was a walking wet dream?

"Yeah. Yup that's me. Minghao?" You guessed, shifting your weight to try and relieve the tension that was now tightening through your body. He nodded again. His smile was merely a polite curl of his lips before he turned to the other man still lingering to make sure the both of you were good.

"You know, you're supposed to wait for an answer when you knock on a door." He said, and you saw the teasing glint in his eye as the blonde rolled his eyes and muttered something about Minghao being behind schedule and trying to save his reviews. "Thank you, Jun. We're good here. Right?"

He looked at you and you nearly shivered, but you managed a nod and a tight smile.

"Yeah. Good." You agreed. Jun seemed more than satisfied with that, telling Minghao to grab him if he was needed.

"Hop up here, get comfy." Minghao said, motioning towards the leather seat. You carefully settled yourself into it, letting your legs stretch out and your head tip back against the headrest. You could feel your heart hammering all the way in your stomach, nerves beginning to overtake any coherent thoughts that had been in your mind before. "Nervous? Mingyu said you might be. But I promise you're in good hands."

You laughed weakly.

"Yeah I didn't exactly expect to do this. But my friends didn't give me a chance to argue. So here I am." You said.

Minghao turned to face you again, brow furrowed for a moment.

"You can back out if you want. I won't charge or anything for the appointment. I don't want you to decide to do this just because you were pressured into it. And I can tell Mingyu off if you want me to. Could be fun." He said. Your stomach fluttered at the genuine tone of his voice. Still you shook your head.

"I can't, they'd never let me live it down. And I really do want the tattoo. I have for ages. I'm just kinda scared. Never been good at commitment." You joked. And, thankfully, Minghao laughed quietly at your comment.

"Okay, might as well get it over with, then. Which leg are we doing?" He asked, and you patted the one you'd planned out. He nodded, rolling himself into place and bringing the tray over where he needed it. He was relaxed as he explained the plan.

"Okay, can I touch you?" He asked, his hand hovering above your thigh and you swore you could feel the want burning you from the inside out. You nodded again, and he smoothed his hand carefully over your leg, up your thigh until he was stopped by the hem of your skirt. "Gonna move this, okay? Tell me if you're uncomfortable."

He pushed your skirt up, guiding you to move a little bit so he had better access to the spot he needed to get at. Once your upper thigh was exposed, he laid the stencil he'd made over your skin.

"You gotta tell me exactly where you want it. This is the part where we can change things up. But once I start inking there's no going back, yeah?" He looked up, eyes dark and intense.

"Understood." You said. "A little bit higher, I think? And just a little to the- yeah, right there." You said finally, and he hummed. You brought your hands back, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible while he was laying the stencil out onto your leg.

The process of him preparing the tattoo gun was terrible, anxiety flooding through you as if you would drown in it. The buzzing made you jump, and you barely caught the flash of amusement that flicked across his face.

"Alright, we're gonna get started now. It's gonna hurt a little, but I know that you can take it. Just a little pinch. And if you want to take a breather, just let me know, okay? I'm here for you, so don't feel pressured to power through." He said. You swallowed and agreed quietly. You watched as he started up. The pain wasn't as bad as you'd imagine, though it was taking a lot of focus for you not to flinch away from the particularly bad stings.

It was mostly quiet as he worked, occasionally interrupted by one of you asking the other a question or commenting on the music that was playing. He had good taste, you learned, you had similar music tastes. He'd been tattooing since he finished school, and he'd done some of his own as well. And he had more tattoos than you could count on one hand. You could see the several on each ear, the one in his eyebrow, one in his nose, and the one that adorned his tongue (which you tried really really hard not to stare at when he spoke), but you couldn't see the others and you'd be lying if you said your mind wasn't racing at the idea of him having his nipples pierced.

"We're halfway done," He said finally, "You're doing fucking amazing, knew you'd be perfect for me." He said, wiping over the spot he'd finished. You tipped your head back, stifling a tiny whimper at the way he talked to you and trying not to let your thighs clench. You cleared your throat before looking down at the work he'd done.

"Woah," You said softly. He sat back, a proud look flickered in his eye as you examined his work, dark ink swirling into the shape of a cherry tree branch in full blossom arching just below your bikini line. "It's amazing. I can't believe it."

"Glad you like it. Do you want a snack? Something to drink?" He asked, taking a moment to stretch. You admired him as he did, the lean muscles that flexed in his arms.

"Uh, some water would be nice." You admitted, and he got up, striding to the mini fridge to pass you a water and grabbing his own iced tea. While the both of you took a little break, you pulled out your phone, sending the group chat between you and your friends a series of scathing, vicious texts berating Mingyu for not giving you some sort of heads up about how sexy your tattoo artist was.

The rest of the appointment went smoothly, something you were eternally grateful for considering the very precarious situation you were put in. You had completely soaked through your panties, you had no doubt, and if you moved just right you were sure that Minghao would be able to see the wet patch from where he was working. Hell, his knuckles were a few inches away from it, and you kept imagining what would happen if he moved just a little closer. If he touched you where you really wanted him to instead of just the spot on your thigh that he was very professionally focused on.

The session had ended with him wrapping the tattoo up carefully and giving you an instruction packet on how to care for it and his card. You eyed his personal number that was printed at the bottom for a moment before slipping it into your wallet.

"I want you to come back in about 5 or 6 weeks so I can make sure it's healed okay and see if it needs any touching up, okay?" He said, reaching a hand out to help you up. You took it, letting him pull your weight up easily and then letting it drop to smooth over the fabric of your skirt as if that would iron out the flustered energy that you were filling the room with.

"Okay, yeah. I'll see you then. Thank you for everything, you're amazing." You said. Minghao grinned then, his tongue poking out to play with the metal bar running through it for a moment before he pulled it back.

"Anything for you. I look forward to seeing you next time."

You made your follow up appointment on the way out, Jun giving you a mischievous smile as you said goodbye.

After that, you spent a truly humiliating amount of time thinking about Minghao. First when you got home and your hand found it's way between your legs to deal with the mess you'd made there, then again every time you'd peek at the mark he'd left on your skin, something even deeper than any mark you'd ever taken before, and you could only imagine how delusional you could become if you let yourself.

Every day proved a challenge as you watched it heal, cleaning it carefully just like he'd instructed and admiring the art you'd become a canvas for. It was everything you'd wanted it to be and you were endlessly amazed that anyone had the skill to make dreams come to life. Although if it was Xu Minghao, you supposed that it made sense.

The weeks passed slowly, and while you never forgot about Minghao, the constant knowledge of how easily he got you worked up with a few innocent words and the press of his hands against your thigh faded to the back of your mind. Work took precedence, and spending times with your friends who you did not in face throttle for sending you in blind. All in all, your life seemed to have moved on.

But as you returned several weeks later for the follow up you'd scheduled, it all came rushing back. The reminder that Minghao would be seeing you, that maybe he'd touch you, that he'd be so focused and so kind, it hung heavy over your head and settled as a warmth in your core.

It wasn't Jun manning the desk this time, instead some mildly intimidating woman that you didn't know who walked you back and knocked on Minghao's door. She waited until it opened, an agonizing few seconds before he was in your sight, and the moment you saw him it all came rushing back. Your body felt like it was overheating, and you didn't miss the deliberate, slow way his eyes scanned you up and down. He tipped his head, reaching up to mess with his hair.

"Y/N. Welcome back. Did you miss me?" He was teasing you, and your laugh was breathless and nervous as you smiled.

"Course I did. Why else would I come back?" You asked. And for a brief moment you considered getting a whole lot more tattoos if it meant getting closer to him, spending more time bantering and learning the parts of himself that he didn't reveal right away. Hell, you might even be convinced to ask him to pierce you somewhere.

"Come in, I've got it from here, Chaer." He said, a hand on the small of your back guiding you into the room and closing the door fully behind you. He hadn't done that last time, leaving it just a little bit ajar in case anything was needed. The new vulnerability that being shut in a room with him brought made you a little nervous.

Minghao took a moment to get prepared, settling down on his stool and gesturing for you to get comfortable in the same spot you'd been in before.

"So, how's she looking? Do you like it?" He asked, motioning to the barely visible ink poking out from under your skirt - a different one than before, one that made you feel a little more confident. You beamed.

"It's perfect. I think it's all healed up." You pulled your skirt up with a load more confidence than you had before, and you heard Minghao take in a small breath, his lips pressed into a thin line for a moment before he was reaching out to touch you. He wasn't wearing gloves this time, just brushing his bare fingertip along the edge of the art.

"Look at you. It looks great, healed perfectly. You must be a good listener." He said, tipping his head up to look at you, and the darkness in his eyes made you shiver as you nodded slowly.

"I like being good. Have to take instructions well." You said softly, and you saw Minghao swallow. God you wanted him so goddamn badly. He squeezed your thigh.

"Don't close them." He said, startling you a little as he took the first step across the line. Had you been clenching them? You hadn't even noticed, too distracted by the hungry look in his eye and the throbbing between your legs. "I saw the way you looked at me last time. Mingyu said you think I'm hot. Called me a walking wet dream, is that right?"

You swallowed as his hand slid towards the inside of your thigh, pulling them wider apart. He watched you intently as your head tipped back, breath coming out as a shaky gasp for a moment before you were looking back at him. He tipped his head, clearly still waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, that's what I said." You answered, barely above a whisper. But even so, with just the two of you in the room and the music so quiet in the background, it echoed in your ears. He chuckled, lips curling just a little, and you damn near whined his name. "He wasn't supposed to tell you that."

"What? Like I couldn't see you getting all wet for me last time. Practically had your skirt hiked up around your hips. Took fucking everything in me not to touch you." He admitted, slowly pushing at your skirt to get it out of his way. "But you'll let me touch this time, right? Make you feel good. Gonna take such good care of you."

You nodded, a needy whine slipping past your lips. Minghao tutted, mumbling for you to use your words. You huffed, and he gave you a warning squeeze to your thigh, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh there

"Please, Hao. Want you to touch me." You gave in, and he gave an approving nod before pushing your thighs apart and knocking your skirt easily out of the way. How long fingers found the edge for your panties, teasing along them before slipping under the flimsy fabric to feel your dripping folds. He was slow as he dragged his fingers through the mess he'd coaxed out of you, coating his fingers in your arousal before pulling them away to slide your panties down your legs.

With your lower half finally bare for him, he took a  moment to appreciate the sight, but only a singular moment. Then he was pushing your thighs apart and burying his tongue between your folds, lapping like a man starved at your arousal. The sudden feeling of him eating you out had you choking on a wail that you were certain anyone else in the building could hear, but he didn't seem bothered by the thought one bit. If anything he was spurred on, humming appreciatively as his lips wrapped around your clit.

You carded your fingers through his hair, revelling in the unfamiliar feeling of cool metal rolling against the underside of the bundle of nerves. He knew exactly how to utilize it, the perfect pressure dragging against your clit followed by light suckling that had your hips lifting up towards his mouth.

He slid a finger into you, never pulling his mouth away as he pumped it slowly into you. He was careful, experimental, desperately trying to find every spot that would draw out those pretty little sounds from your mouth. He slid a second finger inside, scissoring them open carefully and making you hiss.

"Hao, please." You nearly whined, hand tugging at the dark locks of his hair, not sure whether you meant to be pushing him away or pulling him closer. He hummed against your pussy, burying his tongue as deep as he could alongside his fingers, your clit bumping against his nose and making you bite down on the back of your hand to keep from wailing loud enough for the entire city block to hear.

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, leaving your thighs trembling and your breath coming in quiet gasps. He kissed over your thighs, carefully lapping up the mess of spit and cum that had smeared on your skin, all the while running his fingertips over the ink he'd left on your skin. His phone buzzed on the table next to you, and he sat back, wiping the wetness on his chin away with the back of his hand and reaching to grab it. He read the message, lips curling into a small frown.

"I have a client that just scheduled for 15 minutes from now." He said, looking up at you with that same disappointed look. "I wasn't done with you yet."

His words make your lips part, a small, flustered laugh filling the quiet before you found your words.

"What time do you get out? We could grab some takeout and eat at my place. Finish this after?" You said. You sounded much more confident than you had anticipated, especially given that you had just been ravished by the man like you were a five course meal from a Michelin star restaurant. Minghao smiled even so, and the pale pink that tinted his cheeks made it hard to believe what he'd been doing only moments prior.

"Yeah, I'm off at 8. I'll see you then?" He asked. You nodded, making a mental note to thank Mingyu after you throttled him for spilling your secret boy talk. But maybe having a loudmouth best friend wasn't always bad.

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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

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“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.

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the8 - concert

word count : 577

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"will you stop moving?”

"the wire to my mic pack keeps moving," the8 whined while moving in his chair.

"i have to get your makeup done. you want half of your face to not have makeup?" you said to him. he stayed still for a second and you put some product on his face before he started moving around again. "babe, really?"

"you try wearing this," he said to you.

you grabbed a different brush from the pocket in your apron and dipped the brush into some product. "going for your eyes. stay still so i don't poke you," you instructed him.

the8 closed his eyes and you applied eyeshadow to his eyelids. despite how uncomfortable he was, he stayed still so he wouldn't mess you up.

"okay, done," you said to him when you were done.

"we need performance team on standby!" someone announced, yelling into the room.

you moved out of the way so the8 could stand up. he took a sip of water before leaving, with you following behind him. you followed him to where he would enter the stage from. someone held a flashlight for you while you fixed his hair for a second.

"you know, my hair is just going to be a mess after like two songs," the8 said to you.

"did you forget that this is my job?" you replied to him. "okay, you're good for the stage," you smiled. the person holding a flashlight turned it off, so you could barely see the8 now. "ready?"

"always," he replied to you. "thanks."

"mhm," you replied and kissed his cheek. however, you remembered that you were wearing lipstick. "oh no," you said in panic.

"what?" he asked.

you reached into your pocket for a napkin but couldn't find one.

"what is it, love?"

"i'm wearing lipstick, and the lipstick is on your cheek," you said to him. "hang on. let me run back."

"sorry, gotta go!"

the8 hurried away while giggling, and you watched him hurry up the stairs to get on stage with the other performance team members.

"xu minghao!" you yelled before groaning.

"what's wrong?" one of the staff members asked you.

"you're about to see..." you mumbled and looked at a monitor.

of course that song is on the set list...

"highlight" started playing and you could easily see the lipstick stain on the8's cheek. fans were cheering both probably from the lipstick stain and because of the outfits for their set.

you shook your head while watching, not because of the entirety, but because your boyfriend deliberately was showing off that he had a girlfriend to the audience.

he's glad i love him.

you continued watching the set and soon, "i don't understand but i luv u" came on. you watched the8 as he danced and felt like you were in a trance as you watched him. then, the song ended and the performance came back while the hip hop team went on stage.

you walked into a hallway, waiting for the performance team to come through. as they did, the8 came up to you and grabbed your hand; both of you walking to the dressing room together.

"so? how'd i look up there?" he asked you with a grin.

"trying to get me in trouble?" you asked him.

"nah, trying to show that i'm taken," he said with a chuckle. "you can give me some more."

"yea, maybe not in the middle of a concert."

#sweetiesicheng #kpop #sweetiesicheng seventeen #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen fanfic #carat #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen the8 #seventeen xu minghao #xu minghao #the8 x y/n #the8 #the8 x you #the8 fanfic #the8 x reader #svt the8 #minghao x y/n #minghao x you #minghao x reader #minghao fanfic #minghao #seventeen minghao #seventeen performance team #svt #svt minghao #svt x reader #svt x y/n

[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

[idyllic-ghost]

title: To Keep You Warm pairing: minghao x reader genre: fluff, romance warnings: mentions of food, mentions of sickness (cold) synopsis: You hadn't spent much time with Minghao yet, but you knew that this new relationship could become something that lasts. The true test presents itself when, after a wonderful date walking around in the chilly fall weather, you become sick. Minghao offers to help, without even mentioning that he might have caught a cold as well. wordcount: 3.7k taglist: @enhacolor @shuabby1994 @junhui-recs @dkakapizzaboy @just-here-to-read-01 @loviehan @userjunhuii @novalpha

a/n: very happy to be apart of this collab! this is the first out of two fics i will be posting for it, so look out for the next one soon!!

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Surrounding you were walls of red and orange. Even the ground you walked on was covered in the autumnal colors. The sound of your feet walking down the laid-out path was dull, the soft ground barely making a sound as you stepped on it. The only thing you could hear was the wind soaring through the trees, and even that was muffled. You were in your own bubble while walking there, which is just what you had wanted. As soon as the leaves started changing colors, you had been craving to go out to the forest - see the beautiful seasonal change, smell the dewy grass, and be surrounded by nothing but nature. Minghao had answered your call. His hand was holding yours, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on the back of your palm, and your arms were swinging between you. Minghao’s hand was so warm and soft, that you were unsure of how you’d make yourself let go of it later. Your hand was warm… but the rest of you was freezing.

Minghao had been smart, he had looked at the weather report and wore light, but many, layers. You had looked at the sunny day, felt the air for a little bit through your window, and deduced that a thick sweater would be all you needed. You were deadly wrong. You had tried to focus on Minghao’s warm hand, but not even the butterflies in your stomach could make you forget how cold you were.

After shivering for a while, you came to a halt when Minghao suddenly stopped walking. Without a word, he let go of your hand to shrug off his jacket. You watched him with a wrinkle in your brow, trying to figure out what he was doing. He wrapped his coat around your frame, and you finally understood.

“You don’t have to…” you said but didn’t make much more of a protest against his kind act.

“Of course I do.” Minghao helped you get your arms into the sleeves of his coat. “There you go.”

He looked at you with a warm gaze and, even though the jacket helped a lot, it was enough to make you heat up again. After fixing the collar, he held out his hand for you to take again. You gladly accepted the offer, and the two of you started walking again.

“Won’t you be cold?” you asked.

“I’ll be alright, I have my scarf.” He proudly motioned to his scarf. “Besides, I was getting cold from just looking at you shivering. It’ll be much better for me like this.”

“If you say so.”

Minghao hummed and pulled you a little closer, your arms now touching from time to time as you walked

✦ .

While the walk in the forest had been idyllic, the journey back definitely wasn’t. As soon as you left the metro station, it started raining. People were lined up at the edge of the metro station, except for the lucky few who had brought umbrellas with them. Minghao squeezed your hand gently, gaining your attention.

“This isn’t stopping any time soon.” He sighed.

“Definitely not.”

“Should we run for it?”

“... sure.”

Minghao grabbed your hand even tighter, and the two of you ran through the streets. The rain was freezing cold, hitting your face like small icicles. Nevertheless, neither you nor Minghao stopped smiling and laughing because of that. 

By the time you got home, you were drenched - leaving water stains all over the floor of the entrance of your apartment building. Your hand was still gripping his tightly, and you had no plans of letting go. The two of you walked in silence, still gaining back your strength from the bad weather, and made your way to the elevator. You didn’t have to tell Minghao which button to press, and the doors closed quickly thereafter. The elevator took you up the apartment complex, and as you were nearing your floor you settled in a bitter-sweet feeling.

“Do you want to dry off a bit at my place before you leave? Maybe wait until it’s stopped raining?” You looked straight at the doors of the elevator, not daring to look at the man beside you. “... I wouldn’t mind having you around for a while longer.”

“I don’t think I can.” He squeezed your hand and you could feel his eyes stare holes into your skin. “Even though I want to... I have an early day tomorrow.”

You knew that it was already starting to get dark outside, and you wished that time could move just a little bit slower.

“Next time?” You finally met his gaze, and it sent a jolt of fireworks to the pit of your stomach.

“Next time,” he promised.

The doors to the elevator opened, and Minghao walked you to the door. You still hadn’t let go of his hand, you didn’t even think to do it. After unlocking the door and opening it, you turned to him again. He was still smiling like he had before - warm and caring.

“I had a really nice time,” you said.

“So did I,” he answered.

It was quiet. You were just looking at each other. But it was okay to just stand in silence with him. He was like a safe space. Always welcoming and never judging. Much to your dismay, his grip on your hand loosened until only his fingertips held onto yours.

“I should leave,” he murmured, glancing down at your lips.

You leaned a little closer, and he took a little step forward - both of you closing the distance as much as you could without making any too hasty movements. Minghao’s hand finally let go of yours, but you were soon reconnected with his touch as he cupped your cheek. Your noses were touching, but he didn’t close the gap. Taking the last step, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. It was a short kiss, some might even say it was just a peck, but it left your entire body tingling. He wasn’t nervous or overly cautious at all, he just needed your permission. Minghao stole another kiss before stepping away. You put your hand on the door handle while he walked backward to the elevator.

“Text me when you get home,” you peeped, not knowing what else to say.

He looked amused by your flustered state but nodded and replied with an “alright” before walking into the elevator. As soon as you heard it go down, you leaped into your apartment and slammed your door shut with an outburst of giddiness. Dancing around the hallway, you suddenly come to the realization that you’re still wearing Minghao’s jacket. You take it off carefully, feeling the thick fabric beneath your fingers, and put it up on the hanger. 

✦ .

You hadn’t been dating Minghao for very long, and you hadn’t been able to meet as often as you wanted to, but everything seemed to be going so well. He was the kind of guy you had been dreaming about… which is why you hadn’t been able to let yourself fall for him. You toyed with the idea of letting go of your emotional restrictions, but your past experiences wouldn’t let you. In your mind, you still had to be careful no matter how kind and loving Minghao was. Still, when you see his text show up on your home screen you can’t help that your heart skips a beat.

The next day you woke up with a stuffy nose, an explosive headache, and a dull ache in your entire body. Even turning to pick up your phone was a chore, but you had to call in sick somehow. You spent the morning in bed, only getting up to go to the bathroom and get something to eat. Everything was either too hot or too cold; you couldn’t find a good balance. So, of course, you ended up napping for most of the day.

The buzzing sound of your phone on your bedside table woke you up from your slumber. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like it had been several days since you first got sick. You looked at the caller ID and your eyes widened as you saw Minghao’s name. Clearing your throat the best you can before answering, you tried to make yourself sound like you weren’t sick.

“Hello?” you asked and cringed at how rough your voice was.

“Hi… are you okay?” The background noise of the city slightly muffled Minghao’s voice.

“I’m okay!” You tried to make it sound convincing, but you weren’t very successful. 

“Are you sure? You sound like you have a cold.”

“I’m just fi-” Before you could finish your sentence, your body betrayed you by sneezing. “I’m fine…”

“Sure…” he said, “Listen, I was just calling to ask if I could stop by to grab my coat but I can grab some food for you. Maybe soup?”

“Oh, you don’t have to! I can hang your coat outside my door, you can pick it up without getting close to me.” The words were pouring out of your mouth. “You shouldn’t have to get sick because of me- I know that you’re busy-”

“I’m not busy right now. Text me what you want and I’ll get something for you, I’m on my way to a grocery store.”

“Thank you.” You let out a sigh. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you right now.”

“I’m just doing what anyone would do. I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

The knock on your door was expected, but still made you jump. You were standing right beside it, you hadn’t been able to sit still on the couch while waiting, but when he knocked you slowly counted to five in your head before opening it. There he was, in all his glory, dressed in sweats, a knitted cardigan, and his glasses sitting low on his nose - still managing to look put together, even when his hair had been ruffled by the wind. Minghao’s face lit up as he saw you, and he held up a plastic bag of goods. You welcomed him inside, taking the bag from him, and watched as he took off his shoes. When he stood up, his eyes were met with his coat.

“Ah, perfect,” he hummed. “I’m sorry for intruding on you like this.”

“It’s okay, you’re not in-” Your sentence was cut off by a cough forcing its way out of your throat.

Minghao’s eyes were filled with pity. He took the bag back from you and helped you over to the couch. Once you sat down, he covered you in a blanket and put his hand against your forehead. His hand was cold, and you leaned against it.

“You’re burning up.” He sighed and removed his hand from your forehead. “I’ll go prepare this soup for you, is that okay?”

“I can do it myself, Hao, I don’t want you to waste your time-”

“I think I’m spending my time very wisely,” he said, “But if you want me to leave I will, of course.”

“... I’d like you to stay.”

“Good.”

Once your heart had settled, and as you watched Minghao working in your kitchen, you noticed that he looked a little tired. Maybe he just had a rough day or didn’t sleep well last night, but you were worried for him. Just as you opened your mouth to ask him about it, he turned around to see you staring.

“Where do you keep your spoons?” he asked.

“That drawer right there.” You pointed. “The top one.”

He looked and let out a satisfied “Ah!” when he found it. You smiled and continued watching him cook, your worries slowly fading away.

✦ .

You and Minghao ate on opposite ends of the couch, a random movie playing in the background on the TV. Every so often, you’d sneak glances at him - and only get caught when he was already looking at you too. Then you’d smile at each other awkwardly and go back to watching the movie. There was comfort in sitting in each other’s presence but also a lingering tension that was impossible to deny. It had started raining again. In the quiet parts of the movie, you could hear the pitter-patter of the raindrops against your windows. The sun had gone down too, the only light now was coming from the TV. You looked down at your bowl, which only had a few scraps left, and put it away on the table. Minghao had already done so a while ago. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

Minghao tore his gaze away from the screen to look at you, slightly confused. You motioned to the bowls and he brushed it off.

“It was nothing, I’m glad I could help.”

“Still. I’m happy you stopped by,” you said, “Otherwise I’d probably just eat cereal for dinner.”

He moved closer to you, slow enough for you to tell him not to, and put his arm around your shoulders. You shuffled even closer to him, despite a nagging voice in your head telling you that you shouldn’t be getting him sick, and Minghao put his head on your shoulders. When you put your head on top of his, you could feel him relax and put more of his weight against you. The movie came to an end, and the credits rolled, and suddenly the apartment was dark. Neither of you moved, you didn’t dare to. Your fingers crept towards his, and he met you halfway. Trying to navigate in the dark, you fumbled around with your hands before eventually intertwining them. Minghao squeezed your hand, and you squeezed his hand back. You could feel him smiling against your shoulder. But then he started shuffling around, trying to get up.

“Don’t go,” you whined. “You’re so warm…”

“If I stay here, I’ll never get up,” he said, “And I have to do the dishes.”

His head left your shoulder, but you refused to let go of his hand. Minghao turned to you, still smiling. You could barely see the outline of his features in the dark, even when you focused as hard as you could. He leaned his forehead against yours, and you let out a soft sigh at the warmth coming back to you.

“I’ll do the dishes,” you hummed. “Tomorrow.”

“You won’t be sick tomorrow?” he asked.

“No, you’ve cured me.”

Minghao let out a short laugh and moved to place a kiss on your forehead. You hesitantly let go of his hand and watched as he walked away to the kitchen. He turned on the light, creating a warm spotlight right above him. With the light surrounding him in this way, you thought he looked like an angel. And maybe he was. An angel sent just for you, to care for you and keep you warm. 

You watched his back as he did the dishes. The way his shoulders moved, how he went from resting on one hip to the other, and how his hands, somehow, elegantly put the dishes on the rack. With the blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders, you made your way over to the kitchen. Your arms wrapped around his midsection, and you put your head against his back. Listening to his breathing, you could tell that there was something wrong.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“I’m good now that you’re here,” he joked with a flirty tone.

“No- I mean, are you sick? Your breathing…”

You were cut off by Minghao trying, but failing, to hide his cough. The pieces were falling together; his tired eyes, how warm he was, and now the cough.

“Oh no, I’m sorry- did I get you sick?” You let go of him and tried to get a look at his face by standing beside him.

“I was sick before I came here,” he explained but you weren’t listening.

“You shouldn’t be doing the dishes, let me take over, please. Here, you can have the blanket- why don’t you go sit down?” You tried to take off the blanket, but Minghao grabbed your wrists.

His hands were still wet, so he quickly let go of you. But he had managed to stop your racing thoughts. You pulled the blanket tighter around you again.

“Leave the dishes in the sink, please. I’ll take care of it later,” you murmured. 

Minghao sniffled and put the leftover dishes away before drying off his hands. You smiled at him, silently thanking him for listening. Then, you grabbed his hand and brought him back to the couch, and gave him another blanket.

“I’ll go change my bedsheets, you can sleep there tonight. I’ll take the couch.” You went to leave, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

Instead, Minghao pulled you back down to sit on the couch with him. He looked shy, for once, and wouldn’t hold your gaze for very long.

“If you don’t find it uncomfortable… Could you sleep in the bed with me?” he asked.

He was playing with your fingers, looking down at what he was doing. You smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Sure.”

After changing the bedsheets, you told Minghao to come join you in the bedroom. You didn’t have many clothes that he could borrow, but you found him a shirt that he could wear to sleep. It was dark again. The two of you were lying under the sheets, with at least another person’s worth of space between you. You were on your back, staring up at the ceiling, and you could only assume that Minghao was in the same position. 

“I was tired all day, but now I can’t sleep,” you whispered.

“Me neither,” Minghao whispered back.

You shuffled around, trying to find a better position but you ended up giving up rather quickly. You could hear Minghao turning to lie on his side.

“Could I…” he mumbled, “Could I hold you?”

You nodded, but realized that he probably couldn’t see you, and whispered out “Okay”. Minghao shuffled towards you, and you met him halfway. It seemed to be a theme between the two of you - things were never out of balance. When his arms met your waist, and he pulled you to lay against his chest, you felt your muscles slacken and your mind went blank. Your arms wrapped around his midsection, and you tried to pull him even closer. Minghao let go of one of his arms from you, for just a second, to pull the covers up around both of you. Now that everything felt right, the two of you lay in silence. Neither of you could fall asleep still.

“Thanks for coming over today,” you whispered.

“I wanted to see you again…” he said and added, “The coat was just an excuse.”

“Good. I wanted to see you too.”

You lay in silence again. Minghao started drawing small patterns on your back with his fingers, and you nuzzled your face closer to his chest. He smelled faintly of roses, or something else floral, and of your detergent - but you knew that was just from your shirt. He smelled like comfort. And his body was so warm, which you now knew was partly because he was sick, and it was finally the perfect temperature for you. Minghao let out a soft sigh, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“I have a hard time sleeping when I’m sick,” he murmured, “But when we were on the couch before - when I was leaning my head on your shoulder - I almost fell asleep immediately.”

You hummed in response, already feeling drowsy.

“Are you asleep?” he asked, and you shook your head. “If this is what it’s like being sick with you, then I don’t think I mind it one bit.”

“Will you stay tomorrow?” you whispered.

“Of course.”

✦ .

You didn’t know when you had ended up passing out. Something about Minghao’s presence, and his running hands on your back, put you in a trance. When you woke up, you were still in the same position. The sheets were a little bit more wrinkled, and your hands might have been in different positions but you couldn’t tell. Minghao was still asleep, and his grip was loose around you. You managed to get up easily, but immediately regretted it. Your apartment was freezing, one of the downsides of fall. Tip-toeing over to the closest piece of clothing that you could wrap around your bare arms, you picked it up and immediately recognized it as Minghao’s cardigan. You looked over at the still sleeping man in your bed, and decided to steal it from him - just for a little while.

While you were still sick, you were feeling better than the day before. So, you decided to make breakfast as a thank you to Minghao for making dinner last night. It wasn’t fancy, but it was the thought that counted. When you brought it into the bedroom, balancing it carefully on a tray, you found Minghao already awake. He smiled as soon as he saw you, but had to turn away to cough as you put down the tray on your bedside table.

“Good morning,” you said.

“Good morning,” he answered in between coughs. 

You gave him a glass of water, which he gladly accepted. While he was drinking, you put your hand on his forehead. You had about the same temperature, but you knew that you had a fever as well. Minghao groaned when you pulled your hand away, immediately trying to get closer to you again. You took the half-empty glass from his hand and put it on the tray. He had his head on your chest, breathing softly against your skin. Forgetting the breakfast, you made yourself comfortable in bed and tried to make him more comfortable. Minghao started fidgeting with the cardigan you were wearing.

“Is this mine?”

“... yes.”

He smiled and pressed a skin on your clavicle, silently accepting you stealing his clothes.

“You can wear it,” he said, “As long as you let me stay like this.”

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[00angelyoon]

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯..

𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬) 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩.

ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ɪꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐯

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 years of being married Minghao has never forgotten anything even the smallest details, all the rants you had about a new food you tried or about a funny memory of your childhood that made you smile it all was burned in the back of his skull waiting for the right time .

𝐈𝐭𝐬 one of the things you love about him, his attentiveness and his willingness to listen.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 are a naturally talkative person you love conversation. 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 you often found yourself feeling like nobody listened to anything you said or remembered the things you told them even on your birthday nobody cared to even try remember what you said you enjoyed. People often took your excitement for granted it made you feel so suffocated.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 mother often told you that you were overly excited, any good memory you had often was ruined as your mothers words often made you overthink everything you did everything you said feelings of embarrassment regret and shame often washed over you. You were often insecure of being too clingy.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 at work everyone was acting completely incompetent you had to do things you weren’t even sure you were qualified for.

“𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞” Hao knew how you were feeling as if it wasn’t evident enough the tiring aura around you, The bags around your eyes and the fatigue in your voice, he knew. “𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧” He asked inquisitively “Horrible” he chuckled and responded “𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳” “ really” you said completely surprised, it was the one thing you were craving the whole time on the train “𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡”.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 then there you were eating fried chicken with this absolute angel of man who still dared to call you by that pet name. You felt drowsiness washing over your being you dared close your eyes for a second before literally passing out on Minghao’s shoulder.

“𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭” Minghao said pointing at the screen “𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 ?” Minghao turned to see your sleeping figure lying on his shoulder he breathily chuckled while repeating “𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐡”.

You woke up to the breeze of the large window and the sunlight glazing your eyes in your shared bedroom. You turned to see Minghao on his phone beside you. You snuggle up on his chest to see whatever he is watching “𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥” he said in a awake manner it seemed he’s been awake longer than you “𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯” you murmur “𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘬 ” he hummed

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

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[jae-bummer]

A Kiss for Everyone

Request: Can I have 18 and 5..? With Svt Minghao? And the members invites themselves to the date..? And it’s cute and funny? If you do it! Thank you sm I love you😭🫶

Prompts:

5) "I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

18) Going for a day out with your bias when somehow all of the other group members invite themselves.

Pairing: Seventeen The8 x reader

Genre: Fluff

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Tucking the rolled yoga mat under your arm, you readjusted your stance, and stared out the window of the studio. Butterflies nosedived in your abdomen, making it nearly impossible to stand still. You took a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to remember the small tricks Hao had given you to calm yourself down. It was awfully ironic that you were using them now, when he was the reason that you needed to find peace.

It wasn't that you were panicked at the thought of your first date, just anxious about all of the ways it could go wrong. Hao was thoroughly invested in both meditation and fitness, so suggesting a yoga class seemed like the perfect way to marry two of his interests. You weren't sure if he had ever been before, but you assumed it would be something he was good at.

You on the other hand? Maybe not so much.

"I knew I should have paid extra for the baby goats," you muttered, running a hand through your hair. At least if you had done goat yoga, you could play off any mistakes as excitement for being around so many small and furry things.

You checked the time on your phone again before worrying your lip. Only a few minutes until class started and you still hadn't seen Minghao coming from either end of the street. Just as you were about to shoot him a text, you saw his thin frame bobbing down the sidewalk.

Putting on your best smile, you moved toward the door and opened it as he strolled in. Grinning at you in return, he pulled you into a quick hug before letting go. "Sorry I was late, the guys-"

"It's okay," you nodded, immediately wanting to absolve him of any worry. He looked great today (but then again, when did he not?) Dressed in a simple tank top and sweatpants, it was difficult to even maintain focus. He was just that beautiful.

"Jeonghan slept in," he chuckled. "And it started this whole chain reaction of things going wrong. Everyone should be right behind me though."

"Everyone?" you croaked, furrowing your brows. Surely, he didn't mean...

The small bell above the entryway chimed as familiar voices began to flood the small space. You blinked up at Minghao, trying to tamper down the shock flooding your system. "I-I didn't reserve their spots."

"What?" Hao asked, now his turn to grow confused as his friends began to filter in. Their small talk was equivalent to a roar as you felt your body growing hot with embarrassment.

Coming to a stop beside you, Mingyu draped a long arm around your neck. "Heeey."

DK shuffled over as well, trying to assess the looks on both you and Hao's faces. "Y/N?"

"I...I thought today was going to be just us," you admitted, feeling foolish. You couldn't even chance a glance toward the two other men who had inserted themselves in your conversation. It was mortifying.

Minghao's eyes grew wide as he looked from you and then back to all the members.

DK let out a nervous laugh as he patted Hao across the back. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

"We can leave," Mingyu blurted, unwinding himself from your body.

"No, no," you said quickly, shaking your head. Plastering on what positivity you could, you began to nod instead. "Let me double check and make sure there's enough spots for everyone."

Wandering over to the counter you had checked in at, you could feel your face grow flush before you even started speaking. "Sorry, um...the class that's about to start? You wouldn't happen to have twelve additional spots, would you?"

The girl behind the counter blanched before taking a moment to respond. "I could look?"

"Thank you," you said quietly, glancing over your shoulder. You couldn't help but feel awkward as you watched several of the members surround Minghao, shoving him in the shoulders as the pointed vehemently toward you. Just great, now they all knew you had expected this to be a date.

"Actually," the studio receptionist hummed, getting your attention again. "It looks like we have another class starting in a few minutes that has room for you all. Do you want me to switch you over to that one?"

"Sure, that would be great," you sighed in relief. Placing your elbows on the counter, you dropped your face into your hands and tried to focus on your breathing again.

"Okay," the girl continued. "That's going to be ₩621,981.50."

Lifting your face, you tried not to cringe. While that wasn't the largest amount of money you had ever spent, it was still more than you had expected to pay today.

"I got it," Hao said quietly as his body joined yours at the counter. Looking up, you found him avoiding eye contact and gnawing at the skin on the side of his thumb.

"No, really," you tried, trying to salvage any chance at normality. "I invited you guys out here, let me pay."

"No, Y/N," he asserted. "You invited me. Then I was the one who went and fumbled the situation. Badly."

Sliding his card across the counter, he moved to face you. Leaning against the edge of the tabletop, he looked at you directly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you grimaced. It was hard to meet his eyes. "I should have told you I expected it...that I wanted it to be..."

"A date?" he finished, lifting a brow.

"A date," you repeated numbly. How horrifying was it that you had to admit it out loud?

After a moment of silence, Hao cleared his throat. "It can still be a date."

"You don't have to humor me," you groaned, still avoiding eye contact.

"Y/N," he murmured. "Please look at me."

Moodily acquiescing, your eyes found his.

"If I had realized this was meant to be something special for just the two of us," he said slowly. "You know I would have been more than okay with that, right?"

"I just thought..."

"Looking back, you did everything right," he said, nodding encouragingly. "I was the one who obviously thought there was no universe in which you would actually want to go on a date with me."

"What?"

"I'm weird, Y/N," he chuckled. "Good looking, but weird."

"Hao," you choked out on a laugh. "At least you're self-aware?"

Breaking into a wide smile, he reached up to rub his hand along your arm. "I'll make this up to you. I promise."

Inhaling deeply, you gave a short nod. It was hard to maintain your cool when he finally set the record straight. He did want to go on a date, he just didn't realize that you had wanted that as well.

Bringing you into his side for a quick hug, his hands lingered on your lower back when you pulled away again. Cutting your eyes toward him, you tried not to spontaneously combust as he licked his lips.

"Sir?" the girl behind the counter asked, waving Hao's card in the air. "You can move to Studio 3 now."

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"Oh my god, it's fucking goats," Vernon called over his shoulder, stumbling into the room first.

Minghao looked toward you, an alarmed expression clear on his face.

"They're babies!" Dino gasped, surging forward to cuddle one of the small goats roaming the room.

"What happens if they poop?" Seungkwan muttered, side eying the members closest to him. "Specifically, on us?"

"A little goat poop never hurt anyone," Seungcheol chuckled, somehow already holding a goat and allowing it to lick his chin.

"Did you originally book us for this?" Minghao whispered, his breath hot on your ear.

Trying to ignore the shiver caused by his proximity, you shrugged. "Nope, I didn't spring for goat yoga...but apparently you did."

"Perfect," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I did not foresee any of the events today coming to fruition."

Sliding his fingers between yours, he gave them a small squeeze. Motioning to the room with his free hand, he grimaced. "Thank you for dealing with...all of this."

You looked out at the boys who had joined you today, settling themselves on their chosen yoga mats. Their wide smiles and laughter were enough to turn your mood from disappointment to something significantly warmer. Seeing them this happy made your heart feel like it could burst.

"While both the goats and the guys were a surprise," you nodded. "It's definitely become a welcome one."

"Oh?" Hao smirked. "Sooo I don't have to make it up to you after all?"

"Now I never said that," you giggled.

"Fine," he said, giving a dramatic eye roll. "I guess I was looking forward to making it up to you anyway."

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"This is the best date I've ever been on," DK cried. Laying on his back and covered by baby goats, you thought he would simply explode from happiness.

"More like the best day of my life!" Jun chimed from beside him, a goat chewing lazily on the ends of his hair.

"At least you made them happy," Minghao chuckled, pushing his shoulder into yours. After what was an extremely interesting session, you had both ended up on the same yoga mat, leaning against each other as you watched the interactions around you.

Petting absent-mindedly at the small goat that had settled into your lap, you smiled at him. "And I didn't make you happy?"

"Of course, you did," he smiled. "You're really good at it too." Bending toward you, he pressed a light kiss to your temple.

"Don't kiss our date!" Jeonghan gasped, pointing an accusing finger at Minghao. "If you kiss Y/N, we all kiss Y/N!"

Nodding vehemently, Hoshi sprang to his feet as he began to circle the pair of you. This startled the goat you had been holding, causing him to spring away from you and jump roughly onto Dino's stomach.

"I promise you," Minghao said, wrapping his arms protectively around you. "If your lips even get near Y/N, you will fear my wrath."

"Wrath?" Wonwoo chuckled. "Someone needs more goat yoga."

"No more goat yoga," Woozi said definitively from his spot in the corner. "Next time, can't we just...get a meal? Do as the mentally sound people do?"

"That's asking a lot," Joshua grinned, aggressively petting a goat that had taken up residence on Mingyu's chest.

"No next times," Minghao sighed into the top of your head, still not letting you go. "I have a date to take you on first."

"What do you mean?" you teased, looking up at him through your lashes. "This is a date. And honestly, it's going to be hard to top."

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[hannyoontify]

requested by anon

[13:39] lying on your shared couch with minghao, you're reminded once again why you love him so much as the two of you lazily bask in the early afternoon sunlight that streams through the window.

your head is resting on his lap with your nose buried into a book recommended by your lovely boyfriend. minghao's leaning back against the couch as he scrolled through his phone with one hand–a rare sight to see, he always preferred books over devices–and the other hand mindlessly playing with the tresses of your hair–a much more common sight to see. you enjoyed these moments. quiet, intimate moments where all you can hear is your breath and the occasional crumpling of the pages of the book you had in hand.

minghao let out a quiet grunt, and you forced your eyes away from the pages of the book to look up at him. he had a concentrated look on his face as he stared down the screen in his hand.

'hao, what's wrong?' your soft voice broke the comfortable silence. you reached up and smoothed out his bunched up eyebrows with your thumb. 'you'll get wrinkles, love'

'nothing, i js found a headcanon on tumblr about what kind of boyfriend our team would be and seungcheol's was kinda accurate' your boyfriend mumbled and took your hand that was resting on his face in his own. his long, slender fingers felt cool against your warm palm and you felt heat rising up to your cheeks.

'y-yeah? how so?'

'like they mentioned an inside joke only the team and our staff members plus you know about... like how did they know about that?' minghao questioned as he absentmindedly pressed his lips against your fingertips. he was obviously engrossed in whatever else was on his phone, so you left it at that.

you could only pray that what he was reading was not your post that you wrote literally 2 days ago in the dead of night when minghao came home a little later than usual from practice. unbeknownst to your lovely boyfriend of almost 2 years, you were actually an avid fanfic connoisseur with quite a big fanbase on tumblr. for, you guessed it, your boyfriend's team, seventeen.

you first started writing as a way to deal with your delulu-ness when you first developed a crush on minghao. you were just an office worker at hybe who got assigned to work with seventeen for a couple months as they prepared for their next comeback, and you had fallen head over heels for their lucky number 8. and when the two of you started dating, you published recreations of dates and little scenarios as a way to remember and relive all the smaller, intimate moments that brought you so much joy.

you were now regretting that choice.

you watched in horror as minghao's concentrated eyebrows furrowed into each other even more, his eyes pointing sharply towards his phone screen. you noticed how his thumbs began to scroll faster, and you caught a glimpse of his phone screen blurring past through the reflection of his glasses, which meant that he was scrolling down to look for his specific headcanon.

'hey, hao, isn't today laundry day-' you sat up briskly, trying to distract your boyfriend from his phone, but he gently pressed your head back down into his lap while quietly shushing you.

your book was now long forgotten and you ran your hands against your face, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. you covered your eyes with your hands and waited for minghao to say something. you don't know how much time passed but you were sure at this point, he had finished reading your entire masterlist.

he even chuckled under his breath at some point, and you could feel the vibrations of his low laughs throughout his body.

'[name], love, have you been writing about me?' your sweet boyfriend asked you in a soft voice as he gently removed your hands from your eyes.

you groaned in embarrassment and rolled to your side, hiding your face in his abdomen. 'i swear it's not what it looks like' you mumbled into the fabric of his soft shirt. you could still smell a trace of the fabric softener, and that helped you calm your heart rate a bit.

'yes, i started writing because i had a crush on you but then after we started dating, i thought this could be a cute way of keeping record of all of our dates and our more smaller, intimate moments that we might forget in a couple months, i swear i wasn't being creepy' you whined. 'please don't hate me... i can take down the account if you're uncomfortable'

minghao helped you sit up and held your burning face in his hands. 'my [name], my sweet, sweet [name]. why would i hate you? first and foremost, you can never do anything to make me hate you, and second of all, i think it's cute. do you have a lot of followers?'

your lips jutted out into a pout and brought up hand dejectedly, showing him how many followers you had with your fingers.

'4 followers? wow i'm so proud of you [name]- ow!' that earned him a smack on his arm.

'for your information, xu minghao, i have over 4k followers so don't even' you wagged a sassy finger in his face and he broke out into a boyish grin.

'ooo someone's famous'

'shut up you literally have 8 million followers on instagram'

minghao laughed and pulled you in for a tight hug. you wrapped your arms around his torso and leaned into his touch, feeling welcomed by the familiar scent of his fabric softener and his own scent you could never put your finger on.

'i love you, [name]. i can't wait for your collection to grow so we can read through them together once we grow gray and old'

you hummed into his shirt. 'i love you too. i hope the collection never stops growing'

minghao pulled away from the hug to look into your eyes, your chin resting between his thumb and index finger. he dropped down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away and you immediately noticed the left corner of his lip tugging into a small, teasing smirk.

'me too'

a/n: a special thank you to @etherealyoungk for beta reading(?) some parts thank you skye 😭

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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

𓊔 please reblog my work if you enjoyed it 𓊔

✎ ̼ 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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[taexual]

SEVENTEEN (PERFORMANCE UNIT) / making out

warning: some implied mature content

other versions: hip hop unit / vocal unit

requested by anonymous.

↣ jun

The very moment he saw your flustered expression after that first “can I kiss you?” was the moment he knew that, even three years into your relationship, he would still be asking for your permission before kissing you, just so he could see this same look on your face again.

You’d think you would get used to this after so long, but the way he looked every time he asked – his eyes widened and burning, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed, his focus solely on you – made it difficult to take it for granted.

Although, to be fair, the question was unwarranted sometimes – he’d already have you pinned against the wall, trapped by his chest against yours as one of his hands rested above your head. Still he’d ask, “can I kiss you?” even though kissing was not the only thing either of you wanted to do to each other.

You’d nod, always too breathless to speak, and Jun wouldn’t even try to conceal the pride on his face for having this much of an effect on you. He lived for this. And you could still feel the smirk on his lips when he leaned in to kiss you, always slow and gentle at first, even though his whole body tensed as he tried to restrain himself.

You’d made it clear that he didn’t have to be this careful when it came to kissing you, so he knew it. He knew it and he used it to his advantage, wanting to drive you to your absolute breaking point before he kissed you harder. Before he touched you where you wanted him to. Before he lost control too, groaning softly into your mouth, and finally, breaking the kiss so he could remove his shirt.

The look in your eyes every time he looked back at you again was something that kept him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, angry and frustrated because you weren’t here, next to him, looking at him in this exact same way. By the time he kissed you again, he could no longer do it slowly.

He thrived on seeing you flustered. On seeing – and making you say, loudly – how much you wanted him. He was usually the one who asked if he could kiss you, but he always made sure you were the one who begged for more in the end.

↣ hoshi

He was the type who rarely ever had to pull away to breathe. He felt like he didn’t need oxygen when you were here and he could breathe in your scent, taste your lips, and feel your touch. More often than not, the only reason why his lips would leave yours was only so he could kiss your neck instead, leaving a trail of tender, wet kisses down to your shoulders.

He’d never kissed you without smiling; he couldn’t. The feeling of your lips against his alone caused an inexplicable form of euphoria that took over his chest and spread over his entire body – fast and hard and overwhelming. It felt so much like a drug, it should have probably been illegal, and maybe that’s why he refused to let go of you the moment he kissed you.

Because you were someone that Soonyoung struggled to control himself around, it was never just a kiss, really. It would take the two of you half an hour to say goodbye at the end of a date sometimes, all because pulling away and breaking the kiss seemed almost blasphemous.

It didn’t even matter that it was negative degrees outside, and you were both leaning over the center console in his car. The engine would be off and the inside of the car felt very much like the outside – cold and freezing – yet you were burning up as he kissed you, his tongue hot against yours.

He’d keep reaching for you, trying to bring you closer to him, never having enough of your body warmth, of the softness of your skin, of you. He’d have you panting as you responded to his kisses with equal fervor; his touch, his taste, him, all of it was so overwhelming, your head was starting to spin, and yet pulling away seemed more painful.

And when the mundane worries at the back of your head would eventually break up the kiss – you had to be at work six hours from now – the two of you would be a mess. Dizzy, disoriented, and shivering as soon as you pulled away, you’d watch each other for another minute, your cheeks and lungs hurting. You’d have to leave soon, and he was already counting down the minutes until he’d get to kiss you again.

↣ the8

He had to be holding you when he kissed you. He didn’t necessarily have to wrap his arms around your waist each time he did – that wasn’t always possible, considering how often he needed to feel your lips against his, even if just for a moment – but he would always be holding your hand, or keeping one of his hands on the side of your face.

Maybe it was a way to remind him that you were real—and that you were here, close enough for him to touch—or maybe he just enjoyed the feeling of your bare skin. Possibly both, as Minghao couldn’t begin to count how many times he’d woken up cursing, because the softness of your lips as he held you tightly against him had all been a dream, and there were still days—sometimes weeks—left until he’d see you again.

Naturally, when you two were alone, his need to feel you under his fingertips intensified – there were two people in this room, but he was determined to make it feel like you were one. Your body would be pressed against his, his hands on the small of your back, sliding underneath your shirt, drawing and erasing patterns on your skin, as he kissed you deeper.

His kisses didn’t necessarily have a lot of force in them, they were more messy, needy and rushed, as Minghao focused on so many things at the same time: the taste of your lips, your shivering spine as he gently pushed your body forwards until you were laying on your back with him hovering above you, and the sound of your breaths as you responded to him, following his rhythm and pulling him closer.

It was usually the soft whimpers that passed your lips that would really bring him over the edge. He’d forget that you only had fifteen minutes before you had to get back to work, and he’d make you forget, too – but he made sure it was worth your while.

↣ dino

Not someone who was exceptionally good with his words, Chan poured his entire heart into his kisses. You could feel every bit of warmth inside of his chest as soon as his lips touched yours. Every single unsaid “I miss you” reflected in the way he touched your cheek as the kiss deepened. All of the times he thought of you when he was away and all of the times he typed and deleted text messages for you – always thinking he was coming off too needy and desperate – echoed in his shallow breaths as soon as he felt your touch.

His kisses weren’t just full of everything that he was feeling, they were also long and intimate. He’d bring his lips to yours and lock them there for a moment or two before kissing you properly, with gradually growing force.

Although, truthfully, it didn’t really matter who initiated the kiss. You could kiss him first, not even thinking much of it – a quick peck before he had to leave for practice. And he would take his time before pulling away, his hands finding your waist as he held you close, enjoying the warmth of your soft lips and the way your breaths mixed together when you were so close.

The thing about making out with Chan was, he tended to get far too overwhelmed. And he didn’t want you to see how flushed his face was, so he never let you pull away too far when you were kissing. He’d drag the kisses out until he was familiar with the taste of your mouth, and he would always—always—look like this had been his first kiss when you pulled away.

There would be the biggest grin on his face and he would keep glancing at you, incapable of looking at you for too long without his face getting even warmer. He’d try to say something cool, something to show that he wasn’t as affected by this as he really was, but that would only make his flustered state more obvious.

You’d tease him about it, of course. But Chan, although he was absolutely out of it, was quick on his feet.

“Don’t think I won’t kiss you to shut you up,” he’d say in spite of his rosy cheeks and you’d know you only have to make one more comment for him to bring that threat to life.

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[outofconcheol]

Between The Mountains And The Sea (XMH x GN!Reader)

pairing: detective!Minghao x gn!reader genres/au/rating: angst, some fluff, sort-of mystery au, 15+ summary: In the seaside city, the ebb and flow of the tides is as constant as the presence of tragedy in Minghao's life. Until one day, the tides bring him you.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: Minghao is a detective investigating an un-aliving (referenced, no graphic depictions), unconventional detective-suspect-witness relationship, mutual pining and melancholy, OC is a different kind of femme fatale, alcohol use, (1) kiss

a/n: I watched Decision To Leave and it had me so effed up (seriously, it's amazing). I loved the dynamics between the two main leads, and for some reason, the visuals brought the Hai Cheng mv to mind. This is purely experimental, and it kinda reminds me of my rough early fanfic writing, but hopefully it's still an enjoyable read!

Minghao was nine years old when his parents had taken him up the mountain for the very first time. He cherishes the memory as though it were yesterday, still remembering the crackling in his lungs from the exertion, and their feet dangling over the edge while he happily munched on his mother’s cooking. 

“Remember Minghao,” his father had said to him, quoting an old verse from one of the many books that sat collecting dust on the shelves of his office. “The wise love the sea, the benevolent the mountains.”

He’d been so wary back then, an irrational fear seizing him - what if his shoe suddenly slipped off and was to fly through the air, only to hit some poor unsuspecting soul below? It was then that he decided the mountains weren’t benevolent after all, their harsh, jagged faces looming above the landscape, striking fear into people's hearts. 

And so, Minghao stayed away for many years. Until he met you.

He remembers the way you’d shuffled into the empty boardroom, so different from every other person he’d ever questioned. While normally their eyes were trained on the floor and their shoulders hunched, an indirect admission of some sort of guilt, you walked in, eyes level with his own. A challenge in them. 

While it wasn’t unreasonable for Minghao to question the widow of a deceased victim, you made him feel like it was. 

“You’re a hard person to track down, ___,” he mutters when you take the seat across from him. “You think you’d be more eager to come in and answer some questions given he was your spouse.”

“He was my husband,” you counter back, voice far too calm and steady for someone who was supposed to be in the harrowing stages of grief. “Not my life. I have a job, I have people I take care of.”

I am not benevolent. I like the sea.

Minghao’s father’s words come back to him when he looks at you, tempting and unknowable, your demeanor like the ebb and flow of the ocean tides that ravaged the coast a couple of miles away.

You lean over the table, inching closer and closer, and Minghao is transfixed, unable to draw back when he smells the warm hint of your perfume. You’re impossibly close, and he has to turn his head to remind himself that his colleague, Mingyu, had gone home for the night. 

“So Detective Xu,” you whisper in his ear. “Ask away.”

Minghao stands up abruptly, your curious eyes following the line of his body. Your eyes follow the line of his body, and he has to force his racing heart to calm down, reminding himself that there was a job to be done.

“Let me buy you dinner first.”

After that night, Minghao stops eating dinner at his apartment, the tiny box with the garish wallpaper making way for the sleek wood of the boardroom. His packs of ramen are exchanged for more extravagant meals - sometimes bibimbap, other times sushi, or on the rare occasion, zhajiangmian, his favorite. 

The two of you start off eating quietly, savoring the meals and tranquility amongst the hectic backdrop of your busy lives. It’s only when you’re both working to wipe down the table and put away the utensils and your hands brush against his – rough and callused against soft palms, that a chill runs down his spine – one he pushes to the back of his mind.

I’m working on the case, he’d lie to Mingyu when his partner questioned why he couldn’t join them for drinks, watching them clamber down the street. And then he waited. Waited until night had fallen and he could hear the drumming of your boots in the hallway, spotting the light blue wool of your favourite coat first, clutched in your arms while you wandered in, a coy smile on your face.

Instead, he learns that you’ve been unable to sleep in your bed since everything had happened, falling asleep to the sound of a different drama every night, a half-eaten pint of ice cream not far from your side. 

That’s why he buys you dinner, he convinces himself. You’re clearly in shock and unable to cope with your husband’s tragic passing. It’s not because you take his breath away, a formidable tempest in your blue coat, standing out against the foggy backdrop of the seaside city. 

It’s not because he also finds himself unable to sleep along with you, spending nights bundled up in his down jacket, staring at the twinkling lights of the houses across the bay, wondering which one is yours. 

He forgets to go home, falling asleep in his car, roaming and wandering the streets in the hopes of running into you outside the shackles of his job, so he can finally get to know you in the way he yearns to – not as a suspect or an informant, but as a human being.

. . .

Minghao heaves for breath, his legs buckling underneath him as he climbs the stairs one by one, chasing after a new suspect. He’d been disappointed when the captain, Seungcheol, called him into the office that morning, informing him that the case on your husband was closed due to lack of evidence. 

Minghao wanted to protest, to tell Seungcheol that you were worth it, but he realized how strange that would have sounded. And so he kept his mouth shut, being handed the next file for investigation, reading over the thief’s name – Soonyoung. The hours passed by, with him slumped over at his desk, until Mingyu is shaking him awake, telling him that Soonyoung’s been spotted and that they needed to split up and run after him — now.

The wind howls at the top of the winding road, Soonyoung cowering in the corner, and Minghao approaches the man, fingers lingering in case he makes a sudden move. His hair is matted with sweat, hands shaking as the handcuffs lock around the other man’s wrists easily, and he’s calling Mingyu for backup, ready to take the suspect back to the station for questioning. 

All of a sudden, bright lights appear from around the corner, the roar of an engine and then sputtering, the car coming to a halt. The door swings open, and Minghao isn’t prepared for what happens next.

“Hao? Is that you?” your voice calls out to him. Hao. You’d never called him that before. It was always Detective Xu, a respectful distance in your voice, reminding him of the gap between you two.

“Is everything alright?” you look from Minghao’s exhausted figure to the handcuffed man.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Minghao manages to hiss out, wondering how the universe could have given him his greatest wish, the chance to see you again, in the most inopportune of moments, where his duty outweighed his heart.

You nod, eyes shining with concern, but back away anyway, stumbling over a few rocks on the road before the car revs up again, driving away.

Mingyu arrives not five minutes later, the two of them leading Soonyoung into the car, and that’s when Minghao spots it – the tiny piece of paper. Glancing around to make sure no one’s looking, he picks it up. There, scrawled in hurried and messy ink – is an address.

He knows it’s yours, and that it can’t have been there by accident. Tucking it into his back pocket, he lets out a heavy sigh, preparing for a grueling few hours of questioning ahead of him. And then, the real investigation could begin.

“You came,” the door swings open before Minghao can knock, his fist suspended in the air while he stares at you in shock, unable to say anything. He doesn’t know if he’s more shocked or you’re more shocked that he actually showed up. 

“I made food,” you usher him in, and immediately, the smell of your cooking hits him, reminding him so much of his mother’s. He’s slipping his shoes off before he can think, and downing three shots of soju not even five minutes later.

It’s different from when you met before, because Minghao is in your home, your space. It’s different because he’s five shots of soju deep, and spilling information he shouldn’t be sharing with anyone about cases that should never see the light of day. Anything from petty thievery to crimes of passion.

You follow along with interest, pausing to nod at his declarations and add in your own theories.

“I don’t know about you Hao.” There it is again. You reach over with your spoon, pausing to take a bite from his bowl, and Minghao feels his throat go dry. “But it’s not a crime to like someone just because they’re married. If it was, the whole world would have been in flames by now.”

Minghao sputters, choking on the steaming rice that clogs the back of his throat, and your eyes are staring at him once again, deep and solemn. How would you know, unless…

“You’re tired,” you take his hand, pulling him up with you. “Please sleep.”

Minghao focuses on nothing but the warmth of your hand as you lead him down the hallway until he’s enveloped by darkness, falling backward onto the sheets of your bed. 

“Close your eyes,” you whisper to him, and he feels his gaze become heavy, the ceiling of the room that’s not his blurring into soft focus. “Pretend you’re in the ocean, floating along the waves…”

Your voice is hypnotic, drawing him to a lull, and Minghao thinks it’s so easy to love you. He wonders why your husband couldn’t have stuck around long enough to do so. 

He remains awake long enough to hear your voice go impossibly soft, asking a question to the darkness.

“I want your heart, Minghao. Will you give it to me?”

Soon enough, time ceases to exist in the quiet seaside city. The days at work begin to blur even further for Minghao, desolation creeping up his spine when he realizes that in his line of work, there’ll always be a tragedy with no happy ending.

He scribbles notes furiously in his journal, watching the passerby from the bus, when all of a sudden, there’s a shadow who takes the seat in front of him. It’s you, in your blue coat. The two of you hadn’t spoken since Minghao fell asleep in your bed. He’d spent many sleepless nights afterwards wrestling with your whispered words.

He’d never given his heart freely to anyone before, but something about you made him want to try, just this once. Even if you had nothing to give back.

“Your hands,” you finally break the silence. “They have blisters.”

Reaching over, you grab his hands in yours once again, and Minghao marvels at how gentle you are, reaching into your pocket for your hand cream. The smell of flowers and almonds permeates the air, the cold cream making him jolt, but soon enough, it’s soothed by your touch, thumb rubbing circles against his palms. 

It’s far too intimate a gesture for Minghao to wrap his head around, and all he can offer in return is chasing down a man selling balloons when the two of you exit together. He offers a red one to you, and you accept.

“Why me?” Minghao asks, watching you twirl the balloon around in your palms, eyes lighting up in glee. 

“Because you listened.”

He should have known it was all too good to be true, watching the grey clouds roll in on the coast. Mingyu had been on his case for months, asking him where he disappeared off to, why his focus wasn’t there. 

How could Minghao focus, when he remembers the way you’d giggled at the aviators hanging off his shirt, putting them on his face with a smile? 

You’d left without a trace, taking all your memories with you, from the lip balm you’d stolen from his coat pocket, to the files that had been swiped from his work satchel, containing precious evidence from your husband’s case.

How could he focus when he’d felt a taste of happiness, only for what felt like mere moments to pass, leaving him collapsed and broken. 

He knows the storm is on the way, rain pelting him, the waves crashing against the shore, their whispers becoming screams, but he drives, drives, drives, chasing the memory of you, until it leads him to the mountain. 

Tall and deadly, a solitary figure against the thunderous sky. Minghao fights the downpour, abandoning everything behind him, and he begins to climb.

He doesn’t know if it’s minutes, or hours later, when he stumbles to the top, collapsing from exertion. You’re alone, perched against a rock, looking off into the distance. He remains there still, unable to move, though he longs to know what secrets you hide.

“I’m afraid of heights,” your voice echoes out. “That’s why I like the sea - it’s chaotic, unpredictable. It can wash away everything, even all the bad memories. That’s why I married him.”

“Because someone like you would never want me, Minghao. Someone who doesn’t hesitate to scale a mountain in search of the truth. Someone kind, and dependable. A force to be reckoned with.”

“You don’t get to make those decisions,” he seethes, turning you around to face him. His hands run up your sides, and you shiver at his touch. “To decide who’s worthy of what.”

“What if I told you that my happiness is the tube of lip balm you stole from me, or a red balloon floating in the wind? That yes, maybe I’m the mountain, but only because I want to be, so the waves don’t take you away from me? That maybe we’re just two lonely souls, who’ve never had anyone really know us the way we know each other.”

“You don’t know me,” you tell him, clutching onto his coat.

“Then let me,” he takes your hands in his, pulling you closer to him. Around you, the mist thickens, but you pay it no mind, fisting the damp hair at the back of Minghao’s neck, your lips seeking his. 

When dawn rises, you remain in the comfort of his embrace, your broken souls finding peace in each other, somewhere between the mountains and the sea.

a/n pt. 2:  As always, any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi &lt;3

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[ahlovelightaflame]

8:13 PM ~ *Xu Minghao*

Summary: You had a bad day at work. So you decided to become a blanket burrito. And your boyfriend decides to join you.

Pairing: Xu Minghao X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 259

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter​

There was a soft knock at the door as Minghao sighed. “Baby, you do realize you’re a burrito, right?”

You whined from inside your blanket cocoon. You had a bad day at work and were sore all over. All you wanted to do was wallow in your self pity. That and maybe indulge in some sweets because, dammit, you deserved it.

The bed dipped and you knew Minghao was sitting across from you. “Do you need anything? I can get you whatever you want. Name it and it’s yours.”

When you shook your head, he sighed before wrapping you into a hug. You didn’t protest and instead let him envelope you in warm, loving cuddles. He chuckled as he pulled you closer.

“You’re so cute, all snuggly and warm like this.” He murmured.

“Thanks.” Your heart wasn’t in your response, but you appreciated the cuddles nonetheless.

Minghao nuzzled into you closer, making a small smile appear on your face. “You don’t have to tell me what’s bothering you right now. You can tell me in your own time. I just hope I’m helping right now.”

“You are.” You assured him. “Your cuddles always solve everything.”

He hummed in contentment. “Glad to hear that. That just means I have to cuddle you more often.”

“Please.”

“Of course.” He moved some of the blanket away so he could kiss you on the cheek. “Anything for my favorite person in the world. But don’t tell the other members that.”

You chuckled before curling into him even more. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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[sweetiesicheng]

the8 - one morning

word count : 519

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"sweetheart? hey, wake up for a sec," you heard your boyfriend say to you, waking you up.

you groaned and rolled away from him, despite the blanket being pulled away by minghao afterwards. "five more minutes..." you mumbled to him, not wanting to wake up since you went to bed late.

"can you wake up so i can kiss you goodbye?" he asked.

you rolled back and opened your eyes to see minghao sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. he had a sling on due to his collarbone, but you also noticed that he was holding one of your jackets.

"what are you doing with my jacket?" you asked him, clearing your throat afterwards.

"i want to wear it," he answered. "am i not allowed to?" he asked.

"considering that i steal your clothes? you're always allowed," you replied before sitting up and yawning. you helped him put one sleeve on while the other side of the jacket rested on his shoulder. "will you be warm enough? it's really cold today," you asked, remembering what the weather app on your phone said about today's temperatures.

"i'll be fine. i'm bringing another jacket," he mentioned. "you should sleep some more. you didn't sleep much last night," he said to you.

"you didn't either," you replied to him.

"yea, well, i'm the one with work. you get the day off," he said and kissed your cheek. "see you later."

"let me walk you out," you said to him. "i'll go back to sleep afterwards."

"okay," he said and stood up. you got out of bed and threw on a sweater that was on top of the dresser while the8 went out of the room.

you met him at the front door, where he slipped on a pair of sneakers. you made sure his second jacket was secured around him.

"call or text me when you're in your way home," you said to him.

he nodded, "i know," he said with a smile. "love you."

"love you," you said to him.

suddenly, someone knocked on the front door. the8 looked through the peephole before unlocking and opening the door, letting a freezing cold breeze into the house. you crossed your arms in attempt to conserve some warmth from your body.

behind the door revealed jun and hoshi. “uber pickup for the8," hoshi spoke with a chuckle. "oh hey y/n," he greeted.

"hi," you smiled at the guys who were at the door, "make sure he doesn't do anything," you said to them.

"we know. don't worry," jun said to you.

"see you later, sweetheart," the8 said to you before kissing your cheek.

"bye," you replied and pecked his lips.

"i think i threw up internally."

"me too."

"can you guys stop?" minghao asked while stepping out. he smiled at you while you waved at him. you watched the three get into the car, where dino waved from the driver's seat. you returned the greeting before dino drove off. then, you closed and locked the door before going back to the bedroom to get another hour of sleep.

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[milfgyuu]

How Deep? Pairing: Xu Minghao x GN!Reader Tags: 4.7k, fantasy!au, sad romance + happy ending. Collab: “Spookteen” presented by @svthub Summary: You meet a siren named Minghao unexpectedly and become friends but with an incurable illness looming over you and his inability to leave the water - making the most of your time together blooms a bond so deep neither of you are ready when the end finally comes.

Warnings: terminal illness, themes of grief/despair, character death.

The first time you found yourself lost in the wood, you had been in a foul state.

Leaves and branches crunched unforgivingly under your boots as you fled far from your village without any clear direction. You just needed to get away from the noise, the smoke, the crowds of people, the smell of fish wafting in from the docks. You swatted at the buzzing noises in the air and tripped over a tree root, cursing up a storm without care.

Fed up and seemingly far enough away from your burdens you happened upon a small pool of water, still as can be. The area was quiet, surrounded by towering trees, thick vegetation and there was a big round stone formation jutting from the earth just near the water’s edge. You dropped down upon it, heaving in a deep breath.

At least the air was clear. Perhaps clear enough to think for once.

You were too busy pulling off your boots and socks to notice the water’s surface ripple, nor the shock of bright red hair or piercing white eyes watching you ever so carefully. Tucking your socks into your boots, you shifted back around to face the water, ignoring the ‘plink’ that echoes just before the water stills again.

The sun’s rays fought to stream through the thick canopy of trees but the stone you sat upon is the one spot it seemed to hit just right. That might have been the only thing going your way as of late.

Sitting back on your hands, you tipped your face toward the sun, eyes closed against the brightness as you let warmth bleed into your skin. Again, the water rippled and curious eyes gazed upon you from the pool. They shifted from your face to your hands, then down your legs to your bare feet. They’d been so busy detailing the bend of your knee and arch of your foot that they’d almost been caught when you finally righted your posture.

That time, the sound of displaced water was audible. Movement got caught in your peripheral vision before the water completely stilled. You shifted closer, staring into the dark pool but nothing looked back aside from your own reflection. Looking around at your surroundings, it would have been easy to become paranoid in the open wood but with anger and discontent still in your heart, you felt more defensive than anything.

“Who’s out there?” you shouted in annoyance, “Is that you Abigail? I told you I wanted to be left alone…”

Nothing but silence met your ears and you pushed to your feet, standing atop the stone to gain a better view. “Abigail?” you repeated cautiously, pulling your dagger from the leather strapped to your thigh. It’s not unlikely that someone could have followed you. Watched you enter the wood on your own and trudge deep enough that no one would hear your pleas for help.

“Show yourself coward!” you shouted a bit louder, teeth bared viciously. The water rippled again but a quick glance to your side showed nothing of interest and you steel your voice, “I’ll cut you from ear-to-ear! I swear it! Leave now and leave with your life!”

A quick splash had you spinning rapidly and almost slipping from the now slick stone. Your dagger flew from your hand, landing several feet away, and then you’re shrieking as a man surfaces in the seemingly empty pool of water - his flaming red hair matching the alarmed look in his delicate features as he raised his hands toward you in a panic.

You landed heavily on your rear, one foot slipping into the warm water and soaking your pant leg miserably. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you!” the unfamiliar man rushed out, though he makes no move to emerge from the water to help you. His hand hovered near the stone as you winced and try to push yourself back away from the edge slowly.

You groaned, shifting your weight and rubbing your tail bone, griping about your luck.

The man looked up at you worriedly and then you both realized he’d been holding onto your ankle for a bit longer than necessary. He met your eyes and blushed, removing his hand and dipping back into the water, out of view. Your brows furrowed and you leaned forward scanning the surface. “Hey,” you called out, “Where’d you go?”

After a few silent moments, he reappeared at the far edge of the pool, only exposing the upper half of his face. It was then that you noticed his white irises, slit pupils…

Your lips pinched together in thought as you looked at one another. “Who are you?” you finally asked, “What are you doing in there?”

He blinked as though not believing you were actually speaking to him.

You squinted your eyes, trying to make out the rest of him beneath the water but it was too reflective. “Do you speak?”

Then, his head fully poked out and he pouted, “Of course I can speak.”

The sound of his voice knocked you off kilter and your elbow gave out beneath you causing you to quickly sag backwards. The man swam forward but stopped just as you caught yourself, meeting his wide, panicked eyes. He seemed too worried about you to actually be a threat and you decided to introduce yourself first. His head tilted as he listened to your voice.

After a moment, he responded. “My name is Minghao and I live here…well most of the time.”

You looked around the wood and found nothing close to something resembling a home within close distance.

“You mean you’re from the village?” Odd. You had never seen him before. You were certain you’d remember.

Minghao shook his head sending water droplets flying from his long hair. “The ocean,” he answered simply, “Though I much prefer this pool. It’s calm and quiet. I found it many moons ago and made a home in the caves below.”

He’s not making any sense at all and you were convinced you’d gone and found yourself trapped. Alone, in the woods with a lunatic. How fitting would this end be?

“You don’t believe me,” his voice floated over the eerily still water and up to your ears.

“How could a man live in an underwater dwelling? It’s impossib-”

Minghao quickly dove under the water but just as you’re about to complain, bright red metallic scales glimmer in the sunlight as Minghao waves his long tail about before diving down and resurfacing properly. “I’m not a man,” he then cocked his head to the side and grinned, “Well, not a human one at least.”

You quickly pulled your foot from the water and further away from the edge. Minghao frowned.

“Y-you’re a siren!”

Dipping his mouth and nose back under water, he floated further away until you seemed to stop moving and he pushed up again. “You needn’t be afraid,” he said sadly, “I won’t hurt you.”

“Is that not what sirens say before they lure you into the water and drown you?”

Minghao’s brows pinched in the center. “That wasn’t very nice.”

You looked at him a bit closer and realized he was genuinely upset with your response. Your legs unfurled and Minghao watched curiously as you dipped your toes back into the water as a show of blind faith. He could just as easily tug you in by the ankle and drag you deep into the pool until your lungs burst but given the trajectory of your future, what harm could really come from it?

Rolling your pants up to your knees, you settled comfortably on the stone, dragging your feet back and forth in the water. “I apologize for my outburst,” you uttered quietly.

Minghao swam a bit closer, perhaps testing you to see if you truly weren’t afraid of him and to his surprise, you didn't tense up or falter in your leisurely motion. “I apologize for sneaking up on you. It wasn’t my intention to alarm you.”

You chuckled at the reality of conversing with a siren.

“Apology accepted,” you grinned, “You must have been startled when I showed up, cursing and shouting like that.”

His curious gaze lingered on your face. “You did seem very upset. May I ask why?”

You blew out a long breath and tapped your fingers against the stone. “Life is…cruel sometimes,” you finally said after a long pregnant pause, “No matter how much you sacrifice, how hard you work…the gods don’t grant anyone privilege. They’ll strike you down where you stand without mercy nor care for what you may have to offer the world.”

You looked over at Minghao who seemed to be at a loss and chuckled sadly. “I’m ill and the healer’s treatments are no longer working.”

He seemed to understand that as his eyes shifted downward.

A little huff of defeat released from within your chest as you grappled with the reality of what you’d just said aloud. You’d been ill for some time now but the the elixirs and potions that had once proven hopeful had since stopped working all together and there were no alternatives.

“Life is cruel,” Minghao suddenly echoed and your eyes landed back on him, visible from the chest up now, “And it is lonely.”

“Don’t sirens typically live together?”

Minghao swam closer and rested his elbows along the ledge of the pool to your right. He crossed his arms neatly and your eyes caught on the shiny red scales that appeared in some places along his skin. “I am very different from my kind,” he explained, “The sirens that you hear about in your stories…they are real. Beautiful, alluring, deadly. I couldn’t bring myself to harm a human and I was banished. Forced to leave the only family I've ever known and fend for myself.”

“Minghao…”

He quickly waved off your concern. “That was a long time ago.”

Those keen eyes peered up at you and though they held no pity, they offered sympathy.

“If my home offers you any bit of peace or comfort in your days left on earth, I welcome you to visit,” he said kindly, “Any time you’d like.”

He’d hoped you would say yes, that you’ll return and allow him your company once more.

You eyed him carefully for a moment and then nodded, thanking him for his hospitality. Looking up at the sky, you saw that the sun was beginning to set and you’re not exactly sure you’ll remember the path you took here once it was dark out. You carefully pulled your legs from the water and reached for your boots.

Minghao’s fingers flexed where they rested on his forearm and he straightened his spine. “You’re leaving already?”

You smiled over at him, tugging on your other boot, “I hadn’t realized the time before I stormed out here,” you answered, tugging your pant legs down, “I promise to visit with you again, Minghao, if you truly don’t mind my company, that is…”

“I would like it very much,” he responded quickly.  He then disappeared under the water when he saw you smile in response.

His mouth reappeared when you stood, smoothing out your wrinkled shirt. You lifted your hand to wave goodbye and Minghao imitated the motion, unused to human gestures. He watched you go until he couldn’t see you any longer and then he dived beneath the surface and back down to his caverns to anticipate your next visit.

As it turned out, you hadn’t traveled that far from home that first day you stumbled upon Minghao’s home and it took you no time at all to find it again. You peered around recognizing the same crooked branch to the east and sat upon the stone, staring into the water, waiting for him to appear.

Except you sat alone for several long minutes before familiar red hair surfaced just before you. Looking down at him you lifted one corner of your mouth in a smirk. “I didn’t think you were home.”

“I didn’t know you were here, “ he said simply, “You weren’t as loud this time.”

His words weren’t nearly as shocking as the playful grin on his lips and you laughed in response to his teasing. “I’ll be sure to announce myself next time.”

His heart raced with the promise. “So you plan to visit again?”

And you did. Every day.

Days quickly turned to weeks and you realized you spent more of your time hidden in the wood with Minghao than you did in your home or the village itself. You spoke for hours about anything you could think of and Minghao would join in or laugh along to the joyful memories that had become so much clearer as time passed by. You brought him things from the village and he showed you things he’d collected over the years and displayed in his home below.

Gradually, you became so comfortable in his company that you decided to join him in that small pool. First just wading with each other near the edges as the pool was much deeper than you had anticipated. Then holding Minghao’s hands as he pulled you out into the middle of the opening to help you float, aches and pains washing away in the weightless water.

Eventually, you became brave enough to wrap your arms around Minghao’s shoulders and allow him to swim you both down to see the entrances of the underwater caverns.

You never did get to look inside. Your human lungs hadn’t the capacity to swim any deeper without the need for air.

Each time you swam together, Minghao was careful to keep you above water, to hold onto you in case you got tired and needed a break. It was noticeably harder to do it alone as the days went by.

Minghao could see how tired you looked, how weakened your body had become over time.

One evening, you stumbled trying to remove your boots and Minghao cautioned you to sit, nervously hovering at the edge of the water, cursing his body from keeping him from helping you more. You offered a tired laugh and waved him off.

“Don’t worry so much, Hao,” you smiled, though the dark circles under your eyes contradicted it, “I’m tougher than I look, don’t you think?”

The question doesn’t necessarily require an answer and soon enough you were undressed and slipping over the edge until your body was submerged in the warm water. Minghao instinctually brought an arm around your waist, not trusting your body’s own strength.

With the physical strain removed and the sense of weightlessness washing over you, your head fell forward, landing softly against the top of his shoulder. Minghao only tightened his grip around you and focused on the slow, steady beat of your heart. “Sing to me.”

His eyes squeezed shut painfully, wetness seeping through his lashes at the submission in your tone. You sounded so…defeated…resigned to your departure from earth. From him.

“You know I cannot sing to you, my love.”

Your heart ached when he used the endearment. It had fallen from his lips accidentally the first time he’d said it but your answering smile reassured him it was most welcome and he’s used it ever since.

“I need to hear it before I go, Hao, please,” your voice broke, breath shuttering painfully, “I can’t leave without knowing what it sounds like.”

Dissolved into tears, your body shook against Minghao’s and he gently spun you in the water, both arms latched around you protectively. As if the gods would have to tear you from his grasp to take you away and he’d put up a good fight.

“You can’t leave so soon,” he murmured into your hair, “I won’t let you go just yet.”

Adjusting your head, you turned to rest your cheek upon his shoulder, pressing your face into his neck as he slowly twirled with you in the water, as if you were dancing. He can’t sing to you, no, but he hummed along to a melody reminiscent of a nursery rhyme and held you closely, letting the feeling of your skin imprint upon his own.

He blinked when he felt your lips press to his cheek, burning when you pulled back to look at him. Your tired eyes were still filled with all the stars in the sky when you looked at him and before he can stop himself he’s kissing you under the moonlight. Your eyes fell shut as you kissed him back tenderly. It was something so sweet and filled with such sorrow.

He held you long past the point of your skin wrinkling from being in the water too long and reluctantly swam you to the ledge, helping you back up onto the stone to begin dressing and start on the journey home. You’ve told Minghao it’s not too far but he still worries about you not making it there on your own. It’s something that wakes him in fits during the night.

“Please don’t worry if I'm not here tomorrow,” you assured him quietly, trying to conceal your fatigue from dressing, “I’m visiting the healer and she’s advised me to rest afterward. I’ll be sure to visit the day after. I promise.”

Minghao offered an uneasy nod but you mustered all your strength to lean down and plant another kiss on his lips, surprising him with a gentle smile.

He touched his lips and met your soft gaze. “Rest well so we can go for a dive when you come again.”

You got up carefully and hid the pain from his joyful glowing eyes. “I’ll be back before you know I'm gone.”

Four days passed by slowly and dreadfully before you returned. Minghao hadn't slept wink.

He heard you coming before you got a chance to announce your presence and the way your name sounded coming from his numb lips breaks your heart. He’d been waiting for you.

You sat near the ledge and leaned over, eyes closing as his warm, wet hands slipped up to cup your cheeks. “I was so worried,” his eyes roved over your face gauging a slightly healthier glow, “The healer, did they help?”

Turning to press a kiss into his palm, you sighed. “I could hardly get out of bed the last three days but this morning I woke with more strength than I've had in months.”

Your gentle smile matches his own and then it turned a bit sad. “It’s temporary,” you murmured and he’d known as much though it still hurt to hear aloud, “But I wanted to spend as much time with you as I could while it lasted.”

Minghao spent the next three weeks falling deeper in love with the human he could never keep. His beloved human the gods were destined to pull from his grasp long before either of you were ready and he made the most of it. You shared love and laughter, talking and swimming until you grew too tired to do either.

He held you in the water, danced with you in a weightless ballroom with your body tucked closely to his own, your hands woven together, lips touching reverently. When you couldn’t stay awake any longer he watched you sleep on a blanket near the water’s edge, your hand always stretched down into the water seeking his own and he never let go, even once.

One morning, he awoke just as your hand slipped from his grasp weakly. Shaking his wet hair and blinking away his bleary vision, his eyes settled on your face, sickly and damp. Your expression was pained and he carefully shook you awake in a stark panic.

“Please,” his strained voice pleaded with you to rise, “You must go see the healer!”

You shakily rolled onto your side to get closer. “No, I just want to stay here with you.”

Again, he cursed his body and his inability to do anything useful for you. He’d heard of sirens who were able to leave the ocean, shed their tails for legs, though only for a brief time before needing to return to their natural form, but he’d been banished before he was ever taught. He only needed a damn hour! Just long enough to get you back to your village - to the humans who actually stood a chance of helping you.

“You can come back,” he begged you in a whisper, his face tucked closely to yours, “You’ll come back to me, okay?”

You both knew that if you left now, there was a very real possibility that you would not return.

The silence and dread lingered in the air.

Minghao shut out the tears welling in his eyes, squeezing so tightly his vision spotted for a moment when they landed on your face. His hand delicately cupped your cheek, thumb stroking over your brow. “I know it is cruel of me to ask, but sirens are terrible, selfish creatures,” he hummed quietly, “Please, go to the healer, for me. I’m not ready, w-we must have more time…just a bit m-more time…”

As tired as you were, the desperation in his voice gave you the strength to push yourself up. His hands were laid just over your thighs and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to each of your knees hoping they will carry you as far as you need to get help. You reached down and cupped his chin, kissing him with as much love and gratitude you could possibly spill into him.

Pulling back, you looked at those sad eyes of his and smile, gods forbid it’s the last time he sees you. You could only hope he would remember you in your brightest moments.

Minghao watched you go until you’d disappeared entirely and pushed away from the edge, fueled with unfathomable rage. Diving deep into the pool, he found the small opening that would lead him back out to the ocean. He needed to swim hard and fast - the pent up hatred and sorrow in his soul rotting him from the inside out. He swam for hours on end, cursing himself, the sea, the gods, fate.

Everything that keeps him from living by your side…happy, healthy…

It’s all too unfair.

Near midnight he finally resurfaced in the pool but you’re not there and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see you again. The exhaustion and despair nearly sent him to the darkest, furthest depths. Instead, he hung his arms over the side of the ledge where your blanket remained and grasped the fabric in his hands, bringing it closer to rest his head upon.

And he waited.

Two full days passed and you don’t return.

On the third day, he’s awoken by a twig snapping and then a loud thud.

Rubbing his eyes, a blurry figure comes into view but it’s nothing more than a lump on the ground and he quickly realizes that it’s you laying there, unmoving.

He calls out your name but you don’t respond and he becomes increasingly frantic.

He’s shouting after you but the most you offer is an outstretched arm though you’re more than twenty feet from the pool and he can’t reach you. Minghao paces back and forth near the edge trying to figure out what to do. You’re both so far secluded that no one would hear his call for help. He’s has to do something though. He won’t see you die laying cold and alone.

Minghao heaves himself upwards and presses his palms into the earth, with his strength alone, he’s able to haul himself out of the water and onto land but with his body bound in siren form, he can’t do more than drag himself a bit further from the edge. He flaps his tail desperately, willing it away with all his might as he let’s out a distressed wail.

With your face pressed to the ground, a tear rolls over your cheek watching Minghao struggle to reach you and you beg and plead with your own traitorous body to get up. His name comes from your lips in weak pants and they just barely reach his ears when suddenly, his thrashing stops and perhaps it’s a dying vision but you see him stand on shaking legs and take a single step forward.

Then another and another.

Minghao kneels on his weak legs just before you - all shock and awe of having them shoved to the very back of his mind once he’s able to reach out and touch you. Rolling onto your back, you stare up at him with a tired smile. “I came back to you,” you whisper hoarsely, “Sorry I didn’t make it all the way.”

Minghao smiles back, tears dripping from his face and splashing onto your cheek.

“It’s okay,” he whispers back, pulling you into his arms, “You’re here. That’s all the matters.”

His gentle rocking motion and humming brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes as you realize this is it. You’re out of time and this is your last day on earth. Your last moments with the siren you’ve come to know and love with every fiber of your being.

“I’m dying,” you utter quietly and Minghao closes his eyes, shaking his head, but you reach up and rest your hand against his chest, “Thank you for making my last days worthwhile.”

He can’t hear it. He’s not ready.

“I love you, Minghao.”

His heart shatters entirely.

“Will you sing to me?” you ask quietly, the same sweet smile upon your lips he adores. “Sing to me until I fall asleep, please. I need to hear you before I go.”

You’re fading and there is nothing he can do to stop it.

Using every bit of strength he has left, he tightens his arms around you and stands on uncertain feet. His melodic voice begins singing as he brings you back to the pool and it’s like a warm heavy blanket, lulling you into peace and security. Though the words are foreign and beautiful to hear, the meaning is dark and treacherous but not when they come from his lips.

“I am a creature of the fey, prepare to give your soul away. My spell is passion and it is art, my song can blind a human heart. And if you chance to know my face, my hold shall be your last embrace.”

Your eyes are already closed when he slips back into the pool, his legs binding together in scales and fins once more. You’re nearly gone and he releases a watery sigh pressing his forehead to your own. With one last look, he kisses your lips and sinks deep beneath the water, dragging you down into the furthest depths until he’s sitting on the bottom of the pool’s floor cradling your lifeless body to his chest.

His sweet human.

He’d never hear your voice again, never dance with you under the moonlight, or sit patiently at the pool’s edge while you put flowers in his hair. He’d never feel your soft touch, nor your warm lips against his own. His despair catches up with him and he squeezes you tighter, as if he could gift you his own lifeforce if only he could pull you close enough.

Suddenly, you stir in his arms and Minghao looks down, meeting your eyes.

Piercing white, just like his own, and along your lower half, golden scales as beautiful as the sun itself. He doesn’t understand in the least how it’s possible but you’re…alive.  

He kisses you before either of you speak a single word of your disbelief. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you kiss him back, shifting to deepen it when you realize you no longer need to part for air. You can hear him now, in your mind - his voice is joyful as he tells you over and over how much he loves you and you push the same sentiment back to him, his acknowledgement coming in the form of little nips at your bottom lip.

When you finally part, Minghao holds your hands as you use your new body for the first time and laughs when you grin, overwhelmed and amazed by your second chance at life with your lover at your side. Looking back up to his handsome face you smile softly.

“Why don’t you show me around?” you tilt your head playfully and Minghao releases one of your hands, spinning you in a circle before pulling you close to his chest again.

“My love,” he steals one more unhurried kiss, “Welcome home.”

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[idyllic-ghost]

Title: And We Meet Again

Pairing: immortal!Minghao x reincarnated!Reader

Warnings: discussions of death, mentions of medication, mentions of an anxiety attack, angst in general.

Genre: Soulmates, Romance, Fluff, Angst

Synopsis: There is something familiar about that house on the hill, even though you swear that you have never seen it before. But you’re drawn to the lavender fields and the ocean view - and the lonesome looking man you see sitting on the porch. When you approach him there is something in his eyes that you cannot understand - a knowing, a deep feeling. The question is, will you ever have enough time to figure out what that look means?

A/N: i want to thank @wondernus and @heartkyeom for helping me out with this one!! your comments helped me stay motivated and embellished the story a lot more <33

Word count: 6k

This is a collab with @svthub!

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“Where do you want it, my love?” Minghao asked as he carried the shovel over to where you were standing, “Is here good?”

“It’s perfect.” You looked down at the tree sapling you were holding in your hand.

The wind was blowing around you. This really was the best place to build a home. A big field, up on a high cliff, with a view of the ocean. Your fiance was helping you plant a tree in what was supposed to become the garden. Minghao’s long hair was getting in his eyes while he shoveled up the dirt to plant the tree sapling, making you giggle. He looked up at you.

“You know we won’t be able to see the tree grow, right? Those take ages to get to their normal size,” he sighed.

“That means someone else can enjoy it in the future, darling,” you explained, “It is like we are leaving our mark on this place.”

“Anything you want, I suppose.” He smiled and kept digging. “Should this be deep enough?”

You hummed and placed the sapling in the hole, brushing your hands together to get rid of any dirt. Minghao shoveled the dirt in and patted on the ground. As soon as he put down the shovel and turned to you, you hugged him tightly. 

“Imagine our house here,” you sighed, “Just the way we want it.”

Minghao pressed his lips to your temple, pressing a warm kiss on your cold skin. The base of the tree was thin and frail - but you knew that, with the right amount of love and care, you’d get it to a grand and beautiful size.

“I will see to it that you get the exact home that you want, love,” Minghao murmured.

“Hm? Even with a patio with lots of plants? Or a garden filled with lavender?” you asked with a beaming smile.

“Anything you want, darling.”

“I’ll give you a list then.”

The tree stood proud in that spot in front of where the house was supposed to be. You couldn’t be happier with your now husband standing right beside you in front of the place that you were going to call home.

Five hundred years later, the tree was still standing. Much larger and with ridges that showed its old age. Minghao’s hand grazed the rough bark of the tree. A sad smile appeared on his lips as he thought back to when the two of you planted this tree. The tree was dying, it was dry and had a grayish brown color instead of its past lively green bark. Time was disappearing like sand through his fingers, but he didn’t feel it. Unlike the tree, no signs of age could be seen on Minghao’s skin. He put his forehead against the wood. It was warm from the sun’s rays. Spring had finally come, and the buds on the branches were about to bloom. At this moment, it felt like only yesterday that he had planted this tree with you. He stepped away from the tree, the feeling of the rough texture lingered on his skin. He wasn’t sure why he ended up by the tree. It might have been the thought of you that led his subconscious to move his legs for him. He missed you, there was no denying that. However, even if you weren’t here with him right now, you would return soon.

The train rolled past beautiful scenery, ocean views and lavender fields. Your train cabin was cramped, but at least you were the only one in there. The small luggage you had brought along was tucked under your seat, except for a smaller backpack laying on the seat beside you. It contained anything you could need; tissues, a book, a phone with the notifications turned off, and your pain meds. So far the ride had been peaceful. It was quiet, the only sound being the clashing of the train tracks against the wheels. Outside you saw the most calming view you had laid eyes on in a while. Color flooded your senses; purple, green, and blue hues spotting the landscape right in front of your finger tips. You could picture how fresh the air was. The clear skies and slight wind blowing through the trees, and the white spots of seasalt clinging to the window, made you want to go outside to take a deep breath. This was exactly what you needed for your final vacation, a quaint village by the seaside with an utmost harmonic atmosphere. Houses were sparsely built in this area, but a bit further away you could see the village where you were going to stay.

The moment you stepped foot in the village, you could tell it was a tight-knit community. Everyone seemed to know everyone and tourism didn’t seem to be very common. Still, you were given a warm welcome. The hostel you were staying at had a nice older man running it. He showed you to your room - a small but cozy room with a low ceiling. It was good enough for you especially since the bed was comfy enough for you to fall asleep right away. In the morning, you set off immediately after breakfast. Your feet took you to the big lavender field and you were hit with a huge wave of the wonderful scent. There was a small path paved for you between two big fields of purple flowers. On top of the hill was a house - a white villa with a black roof. Beside it stood a big oak tree.

From where you were standing, you could see the outline of a man sitting on the porch. Everything felt so awfully familiar, a huge wave of deja vu hit you. It felt wrong to just go to some stranger’s house, but you told yourself it would be right to ask for directions - you were out in the middle of nowhere after all. When you got closer, you could see that the man was looking back at you - and you swore you saw him smiling.

“Hi! Sorry for intruding,” you said as you approached the porch, “I’m just a little lost.”

The man was slender with dark hair - there was something mysterious about him, specifically in his deep brown eyes. But he was calm, you might even describe him as peaceful. 

“You’re not intruding.” His voice was smooth, and his emphasis on ‘you’ had you taken aback. 

He got up from his seat and approached you with a warm look on his face.

“I’m just here on vacation, I’m living in the town across the fields,” you explained. “And I was going to go to the sea, but these flowers got my attention.”

“They’re pretty, aren’t they?” The man looked out across the fields.

“Lavender’s my favorite.” You nodded.

He gave you a knowing smile before silently inviting you to sit down with him. There were two cups on the table on the porch, and one pot of tea. You would never normally do this, but you accepted his kind gesture.

“My name’s Minghao,” he said and brought the cup to his lips.

“Y/N,” you answered and drank the lavender green tea.

“That’s a pretty name,” he said.

“Thank you.” You put down your cup and looked around you. “Do you live here by yourself?”

“Mostly.” He nodded, and you could tell that he wasn’t going to explain further.

You closed your eyes and took in the spring breeze. Everything was calm and peaceful. You thought about what a nice life you could live here. It was something you could see yourself doing something like this in another life. You felt Minghao’s eyes on you, and you turned your head to look at him.

“How long are you staying in town?” he asked.

“A few weeks.”

He nodded. Suddenly something sad appeared in his eyes, but it disappeared as fast as it got there. There was no doubt that there was a connection between you and this stranger - although it seemed insane. The two of you had only spoken a few words but it felt right. Just as right as it had been getting on the train over here, and just as right as it had been to walk down this path.

“Have you lived here for long?” you asked.

“Longer than you can imagine”

You gave him a weird look, which he responded with a soft chuckle. It felt restrained, his entire posture was restrained. There was more to this interaction than he let on, but you had no idea what it could mean.

“I think I should start heading back.” You stood up, “Thank you for the tea”

“Come by again sometime.”

“I will.” You nodded. “... is it alright if I pick some lavender?”

“It’s all yours,” he hummed.

Minghao gripped the armrests of the chair tightly as he watched you walk away. You bent down beside the path and picked up a few lavender flowers, turned back to the house, and waved before walking back. 

He took a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time you had walked away from him. 

Far from it. 

You were the same as you always were -  sweet, curious, and just as he remembered you. Every single time he got to see you again, you were perfect. You had been from the start.

The first time Minghao had met you was five hundred years ago. It was a different town than where he lived now. There, the two of you lived far apart but close at heart. You were the child of the duke of the land; Minghao, nothing more than a physician’s apprentice. Despite getting proposals from people of high standings across the lands, your eyes never wavered from him. Minghao was the one you had set out to marry no matter who disagreed. 

That’s exactly why you decided to run off together. Not much had been planned out, except that you’d try to steal two horses, or maybe even one, and that you’d do it during a night when the moon didn’t cast light upon your trail. The night when you followed through with your half-finished plan, it came to you unexpectedly. You ran off to Minghao’s cabin as soon as dusk came.

“Come on, get your things!” You shook Minghao awake.

“Your majesty-”

“We don’t have time for this, my love,” you interrupted. “No one’s around, this is our only chance. Get yourself ready, I’ll go get the horses.”

The two of you escaped into the night, planning on never stepping foot into the town again. You found a small village where you decided to stay. It was right by an open field, and close to the seashore. You immediately fell in love with this field, which is why the two of you decided to build a house there.

It was all you would work on, day in and day out you would sketch new ideas. You had picked a spot right in the middle of a big field. There was open ground, perfect to build upon, and a view over the sea. However, just a few years after getting married, you died. 

A weak heart, was the only explanation he ever got - but there people just weren’t as knowledgeable back then. Minghao, a few moments before you passed, made a promise that he’d see you again, that his life would never be complete without you. He finished building the house you wanted, following every instruction you had written down, and planted a tree right next to it. Since he had already planted your favorite tree, he began planting lavender patches around it, they were your favorite, and every year he’d plant more. 

Many years passed and Minghao never seemed to age, he didn’t feel it, and others noticed it. When his childhood friends started passing away while he still looked the same as all those years ago, he knew that something was wrong. 

Minghao couldn’t die. 

At first he didn’t understand, but then he saw you again. A visitor from a nearby town, who had no idea who he was. So he thought of it as a coincidence, maybe he was going mad. But then, a few decades later, it happened again. And again, and again, and again.

 Every time it was different, but it was you - it was definitely you. Minghao learned to live with it at first. He’d move away a few years, come back just in time for you to visit, and it would keep going in an infinite loop. 

Around the fifth time it had happened, he tried to tell you about all of your past lives. He somehow managed to convince you, but a week or so later you passed away suddenly. That’s how he found out he wasn’t allowed to tell you, but he also found out that his actions could change things - meaning that there had to be a way for you to stay. Finally, after all these years, he might know how. 

Once you were back in the village, you were looking for a place to eat lunch. Your eyes fell upon a cheerful looking house with a small restaurant at the bottom floor. The old lady working there sat you down at a corner table and gave you some bread and water, leaving you some time to look at the menu. When she came back, and you placed your order, she asked you where you were from. You answered and she nodded with a smile.

“We don’t get many tourists here nowadays,” she explained. “It’s hard to not spot an unfamiliar face.”

“Well, this place is absolutely wonderful.” You smiled. “I’m surprised more people don’t come here… I mean, just the lavender field out there is enough of an attraction.”

“Oh, so you’ve been wandering around this morning, then?”

“Yes, I talked to the man who lives out in the middle of the field - Minghao I think it was,” you said.

“Oh, you’ve talked to Mr. Xu?” She sounded surprised. “We rarely see anything of him… he comes to the market a few times, but that’s about it. I’m surprised he’d talk to a stranger.”

You watched as she went to give your order to the chef, shocked to hear about him in this way. Minghao had been so friendly and didn’t seem like what the lady described him to be. After lunch, you walked around the market - at first just looking, but soon enough you were interviewing. You began talking to the townsfolk, asking them about the lavender fields and the house right in the middle of it. Everyone told the same story; the fields had always been there, so had the house, and no one could seem to remember when Xu Minghao moved into it.

Minghao was in his kitchen when he saw you walking back over the field, just a few days after the first visit. He quickly dried off his hands from washing a few fruits. With rushed steps, he made his way toward the front door. This was important, the second visit always was. His hand lingered on the door handle, but the thoughts were pushed away as soon as he pushed open the door. Light flooded into the dusty hallway, but he quickly closed it behind him. The sound of the door closing caught your attention. You were looking up at the crown of the tree, but now your attention was turned to him.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Good morning,” you answered, “Sorry for just dropping by.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He shrugged it off and approached you. “I enjoy a bit of company.”

You gave him a strange look, which he couldn’t decipher. However, it quickly faded and was replaced with a smile. You met him halfway, walking closer to the house. 

“I was about to go on my morning walk,” Minghao lied. “Do you want to come along?”

It was a steep way down the hill towards the shore, but the two of you took it slow. You walked close behind him, watching each step you took. But the closer you got to the beach, the smaller the rocks were under your shoes - making it harder to walk. As if he somehow knew, Minghao held his hand out for you to take just as you were about to fall. 

“It’s hard to walk here,” he hummed even though he was walking perfectly fine like he had walked there a million times before.

“Thank you,” you answered breathlessly, “I don’t have the right shoes for this.”

“You’re doing good,” he assured you with a smile.

His hand gripped yours a bit tighter, as he helped you over a more difficult part. Nevertheless, you weren’t doing so good. You thought back to your family and friends at home, to the letter you had left them. There had been no warning signs, from what you could imagine, and then you suddenly left them. 

Suddenly, it’s like you were back there. You had received the news of the state of your health. A few months left to live, is what the sum of it was. It wasn’t something that you expected would ever happen to you. From that moment, you moved on with your life as normal - but the second you started feeling symptoms, you knew it was time to leave. You couldn’t stand seeing the worried faces of your loved ones while you slowly decayed. So, you wrote them each a letter and left - they explained your condition, and that you wouldn’t be returning. It hurt, but it was for the best. After this trip, you had decided to go to the hospital and spend your last days there. It wasn’t what you wanted, but you didn’t want anyone to see you in such a fragile state. Perhaps it was selfish, but you saw no other way.

The air was salty and warm like in a daze, but the cold breeze and the few droplets occasionally escaping from the ocean brought you back from your thoughts. You looked over at the man beside you. He was still holding your hand, still leading you across the safest path. A part of you wanted to ask Minghao a billion questions, but something kept you quiet - a single thought that you were mulling over in your head. 

How was it possible that you seemed to know him? 

No, you didn’t know his favorite color, or what kind of music he liked, but you remember his face from somewhere - like a distant memory. Minghao stopped walking, seemingly tired of the silence between you.

“This is my favorite spot,” he said.

He let go of your hand, and you immediately missed the warmth of his touch. Minghao looked at you. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocky shore filled your ears, and the noise seemed to drown out all thoughts. Nothing else but the depths of his eyes existed in this moment. He smiled, a dimple appearing on one of his cheeks. 

“It’s beautiful,” you finally answered.

Your eyes never left his - it seemed impossible to do. His eyes had looked black before, but now, with the sun reflecting in them, they were a warm and inviting brown color. One of his hands reached out to your face. His thumb brushed against your cheek.

“Eyelash,” he murmured.

You smiled at him, silently thanking him. The sound of the waves echoed in your head, a slow rhythm building and merging with your heartbeat. Minghao’s hand lingered before he let it drop to his side again. 

“Are you enjoying your time here?” he asked softly.

“It’s been calming,” you answered, “I finally feel at peace.”

Minghao’s eyebrows furrowed, as if there was something about you that he wasn’t expecting. However, as soon as the sound of another wave hitting the shore echoed toward you, his face readjusted to its normal state with a flinch. He was an enigma to you, a mystery you were unable to solve - a paradox.

“There’s something about you…” You stopped, unable to find any words that could accurately describe what you were feeling.

“Perhaps it’s infatuation,” he joked.

You let out a flustered laugh and looked out over the ocean, just to avoid his sharp eyes. It was a more bold comment than what you had heard from him before. As you’re about to go back on your word, to try to find the words you were searching for, you feel a sudden pain in your chest. It was a frequent symptom that you had gotten to know all too well recently. It’s sharp, starting in the middle of your chest before it spreads and eventually dulls. There’s nothing to do about it; it happens at random, and leaves too quickly for any pain meds to take effect - constantly numbing yourself wasn’t an option either. No, you saved your medication for more dire situations.

“It’s nothing.” You shake your head and bring your hand to your chest. “Should we head back?”

“Are you alright?” Minghao held his hands out, hovering around your body but not daring to touch you.

You can’t help but to look at him. Minghao is looking right at you, but his mind is somewhere else. A distant memory rumbles within him. He’s right next to you, but he’s mentally in another place. Despite your pain, you give him a small smile. You take one of his hands in yours, and you place your free hand on his shoulder. Minghao’s breath quickens, his eyes drifting away from you. Your hand leaves his shoulder to cup his cheek. He looks at you, and you smile at him again.

“Should we head back?” you asked again.

Minghao nods.

He watches you walk in front of him, his hand still in yours. However, as much as he tried, he couldn’t shake the gnagging feeling away. Seeing you just now, clearly in pain, put everything in perspective for him once again. You were dying, much like every other time you were here. There was always the slightly unsettling inkling that you had shorter and shorter time on earth each time you got reincarnated. He thought back to the first time you had died - how you had reached for your chest just like before, and how you had the same scrunched up facial expression. That time, you had collapsed - right in front of the tree the two of you had planted together. He wished he never had do see you like that again. Mindlessly follow you back home was all he could do now.

When you find yourself in front of Minghao’s house again, you also find that the pain in your chest has faded. It never lasted for long. A hand landed on your shoulder, and you turned to look directly into his eyes.

“Do you want to come inside? Maybe you should rest?” he asks, worry dripped from his words.

You wouldn’t mind staying with him for longer, and you were curious about how he lived. Playing up your pain felt wrong, but it also seemed like Minghao wanted you to stay for other reasons than your wellbeing. Moreover, when he, just a few seconds later, offered you a cup of tea, it was hard to say no.

Minghao’s home was exactly what you thought it’d be. Old trinkets, plants everywhere, and large windows that let lots of light in. He showed you into his kitchen, where he let you sit down by a dinner table, and he situated himself by the counter. The arcitecture of the house was old, but he had clearly renovated it to add a few modern details. As if he was afraid to leave the past behind, but found himself needing to adapt.

“So, what do you do in order to afford to own a place like this?” you asked.

“I’m a doctor.” Minghao speaks with his back to you, as he started the tea kettle.

“A doctor?” You look around the house, trying to find some sort of proof of his profession. “You’re not very busy for a doctor.”

“... I work privately,” he said.

Minghao takes out two mugs from the cupboard and walks up to you. You watch as he puts one mug in front of you and one mug in front of the chair opposite of yours. He doesn’t look at you, and goes back to the counter quite quickly. It wasn’t time for questions, you could feel it in every way he moved. Minghao was tense, and his movements almost robotic. He had done this routine a thousand times before, you could tell from the way he didn’t even have to look when he reached for the many tea leaves. He never asked you what you wanted, but you weren’t questioning it.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened on the beach?” he asked.

You thought that you could ask him the same question, but you decided to not voice this hypocrisy. 

“Chronic pain,” you hummed, “It’s…”

You were going to say that it wasn’t serious, but it seemed as if Minghao could read your mind about these things. He hummed in response, setting down the tea kettle right in front of you before sitting down. 

“It’s an illness,” you admit, “I won’t bore you about it… but I don’t have long left.”

It’s silent - you can hear a pin drop. Minghao picks up the kettle, and pours the tea in your mug. The sound of the water pouring is calming to you, his act makes you think that he’s understanding. 

“There’s nothing you can do?” he asks.

“Nothing that I have heard of,” you said, “And I’ve gone through a lot of tests.”

“What about traditional methods?”

“Traditional?”

“I might have something for you,” he explained, “If it doesn’t cure you, it might just help your passing.”

You looked at him, skeptical at first but seeing his serious expression made you let go. At this point, you were willing to try anything.

“Come by tomorrow,” he said, “And I’ll have something prepared for you.”

You don’t know why, but you trust him without a doubt.

The very next day, you got worse. The pain in your chest was there when you woke up, but wouldn’t go away. You took your pain meds, which kept the pain at bay. However, you knew it was only temporary. You stayed in bed all day, only going out to the bathroom or to get food. The next day, you did the same. Then the day after that, and the day after that, until you had to ask the owner to bring your food to your room. Your body was betraying you, and you had no idea what to do. The thought of Minghao stays with you throughout this time. How you’ve failed him: you said you would be there, now you’ve left him alone for days. You wonder if he saw it coming, or if he was disappointed that you didn’t show.

By day five you decided you had to try to get to him. Your medication was running out, since you had taken more than you were recommended to, but it was enough to carry you through the journey. You left all of your things at the hostel, you couldn’t carry anything in this state, and snuck out without anyone seeing. The owner had grown attached to you, and had urged you to not go anywhere these past few days - so you didn’t want anyone to see you leave. 

Minghao sits on the porch, where you had first seen him, when you arrive at the villa. You’re out of breath and limping, but it doesn’t stop you. His eyes widened when he first spotted you, and he hesitates before running toward you. You collapse in his arms, finally feelingn safe enough to relax.

“I didn’t forget you, I promise,” you whisper hoarsely.

“I didn’t think you would,” he hummed and soothingly started stroking your back. “Let’s get you inside.”

He lifts you up, and lets you prop yourself against his shoulder. You steady yourself on him, and limp in through the house. Instead of stopping in the kitchen, like you thought he would, he carried you into a different room. The room was brightly lit, due to the large windows, and was different from the rest of the house. This room didn’t have any modern touches, it was seemingly completely original. And untouched. Dust flew around the room, although nothing was dirty. The room was well taken cared of, but not frequently visited.

“Rest in here,” Minghao said.

He sat you down on the bed, then proceeded to remove the linens that covered it just enough for you to settle down under the duvet. When he helped you into the bed, he made sure to handle you carefully. His touch was gentle, and you swore that he barely even breathed. 

“I’ll get your medicine.”

In the kitchen, Minghao hurried together his ingrediendts. Lemon, honey, jasmine flowers, sage, root of valeriana, and, most importantly, lavender grown from the fields outside. He got the potion from one of his old books - two different sleeping potions mixed together. Maybe, just maybe, with a little help of some of his other trinkets, he could save you. He ground the ingredients up together, making it into a paste before diluting it with water. Before bringing it to you, he needed to gather a few other things. An old locket, a branch from the tree outside, and a bouquet of lavender and other wild flowers he had found outside. Memories from your past lives. The tree and the lavender was vague enough for you to not question it, but the locket he had to act carefully with. Inside it was a picture of him and you, from your wedding ceremony. It had been a small affair, so no one could tell it was a wedding picture from just looking at it. But the picture alone was suspicious for you to see. Nevertheless, Minghao put everything on a tray and carried it in to your room. 

You had fallen asleep when Minghao walked back into the room. He put the tray on the bedside table. The bouquet went in a glass and golden vase, and then he sat down next to you. To wake you, he put a hand on your shoulder and gently shook you. As soon as you opened your eyes, your eyebrows furrowed in pain.

“I’m sorry,” he winced.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled, “Do you have it?”

Minghao hummed and helped you sit up. Once you had done so, he put the cup in your hands but stopped you when you attempted to drink it. One of his hands covered the top of the cup, and he kept it there.

“I have to warn you. This is strong,” he said.

“I don’t care, I just want to get better,” you said in a cracked voice, “Any way possible.”

Minghao nodded, and reached for the locket. He looked at you, hesitating before putting it around your neck. You were about to ask, but he stopped you with one, serious look.

“You’ll be different when you wake up, Y/N.”

“Different is better than dead,” you said dryly.

You put the cup to your lips and turned it upside-down. Minghao took your cup when you finished and helped you lay back down. Pulling the covers up over your chest, he watched as sleep took over you and as you fell into your deep slumber.

Days passed and you hadn’t woken up. Minghao had put fresh flowers in the vase for you, and had put the tree branch in your hands, laying on your chest. You looked peaceful like this, not like you had when you came to him. Seeing you stumble towards the house, sweating and heaving, was more painful than having knowledge of all the times you had passed on - your suffering was forever carved into his memory.

The more time that passed, the more anxious he grew. Minghao stopped going into your room altogether. Maybe it was a mistake to try, maybe it wasn’t supposed to be this way - what if he was doomed for all eternity to watch you come and go, what if that was his destiny? Had he ruined it all? Would he never be able to see you smile again? His thoughts kept spiraling, and he didn’t know how to stop it. His routine was the only thing that kept him calm. Wake up, breakfast, morning walk, take care of the plants, eat, read, make tea, eat, sleep, repeat. Everything was done with the same robotic motions, it was the only thing to keep him from going completely insane with anxiety. Patience is a virtue, but it’s impossible to keep up when time had gone on for an eternity already. He was so close - if this could only work. 

Once half a year had passed, he decided to check up on you. Despite his fears, you looked exactly the same. Dust had settled on your figure, but you were the exact same as before - peaceful, with your hands across your chest, and the locket around your neck. It must have worked. If you had died, then you would’ve decomposed by now. Then it was only a matter of time. Another winter alone, but the love and hope for you was enough to warm him.

You took a deep breath. Everything smelled of lavender. The corners of your mouth turned up, and you finally opened your eyes. The sun was bright, but the curtains dulled it’s glow. You sat up, looking at the twig in your hand. The tree. Yes, you remember. You remember planting it, and seeing it each time your life was renewed. You remembered everything. The cold locket against your bare skin made you aware of it’s presence of it around your neck. When you opened it you found your fondest memory - your wedding day. You looked around. Everything was just as the room you had designed for you and Minghao, all those hundred years ago. Minghao. You took off the duvet and put your feet on the ground. It was cold, and when you got up to walk it felt unusual, like you hadn’t walked in ages. As you stumbled your way to the door, the only thought in your mind was the one of him. You would finally see him again, remember him again. 

When you got to the porch, you had to sit down. Everything was just the way you wanted it to be, the exact way you had planned it. Minghao had done well with your instructions. You sat down in one of the chairs on the porch. The tree had grown big - and he said you would never see it grow. Life found it’s way. What intrigued you the most was the lavender fields. Sure, you had asked Minghao for some lavender in your garden, it was your favorite flower after all, but you never imagined he would take it this far. As you looked over the fields, you saw someone coming towards the house in the distance. A tall man, with black hair, and a graceful walk. Though you couldn’t walk far, you stappled toward the railing and steadied yourself against it.

“Minghao!”, you shouted and waved one of your arms.

The man noticed you. At first he stopped walking, but then he began running. You stumbled down the stairs, and tried to close the distance between you even faster. The two of you collided, and he engufled you in his embrace. You lost your balance, and both of you fell to your knees. 

“My love, you’re alive.” Minghao’s voice was cracked with tears threatening to spill from his eyes. 

“I’m alive,” you sniffled, “I’m alive, and I remember it all - everything you have done for me. Thank you.”

Minghao released you slightly from his embrace, before bringing his lips to yours. Kissing you for the first time in ages felt like heaven on earth. He never wanted this moment to end, and neither did you. For the first time in over a centennial, you could fulfill a life together.

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[strawberryya]

heat wave

Minghao x reader

request: Hii! Could I request a Minghao fic? Fluff and comfort where the reader gets sick in the middle of the summer 💀(pretty specific but istg having fever when it’s so hot outside it’s killing me)

word count: 1.9k

genre/contains: fluff, comfort, sick reader, reader in pain, established relationship, physical touch as comfort happens but also comfort in other ways, mentions of medicine and food

a/n: I hope you are feeling a bit better at this point anon, but if you're not I hope this helps :)

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Minghao was about ready to leave the house when he realized that you were still in bed. You would most likely oversleep if he didn't wake you up now since he knew how bad you were at setting alarms. They bugged you, and usually, you and Minghao had the opportunity to wake up together.

Today, however, Minghao had an earlier than usual schedule and would leave before you had to. You should've woken up by now though, and he thought it would be best to wake you up himself instead of leaving it up to chance.

Sitting down by the side of the bed he began stroking his hand down the side of your arm under the covers.

"Good morning sweetheart, I have to leave now so I thought I would wake you up so you don't oversleep," he said with a melodious voice.

You, however, were not feeling the "good" in this morning. “No, it’s tooo warm” you groaned out, wanting to both throw your covers away and snuggle deeper into them. It was all wrong, so you just stayed, shuffling around a bit.

“I know, the heat wave is insane this summer. I’m barely holding it together, mayyybe you should try getting out of bed and away from those even warmer covers?” He responded with a deep and exaggerated sigh, playfully trying to get you to wake up just to glare at him for his slightly judgmental comment about you still being in bed.

However, you didn’t respond to his teasing. There were tiny beads of sweat forming on your forehead, as the heat from outside of your body, and the one fighting its way out of your body had begun terrorizing you with its combined warmth.

Your lips, ashy and dry, combined with the sweat glistening on your skin made Minghao think that perhaps you weren't feeling too good. Of course, Minghao's suspicions proved to be correct.

“Oh gosh! You’re burning up!?” Minghao nearly shouted out, as he touched your forehead with the back of his hand.

You only whimpered back, leaning into his touch, needing something other than the insufferable feeling of warmth flooding your body. He wasn't nearly as warm as you, and his touch brought with it the slightest relief for your mind, which was almost delirious from the fever.

“How are you feeling sweetie?” He asked, concern lacing his every word, while he continued to pat your head and wipe the tiny beads of sweat forming at the edge of your hairline away from your face.

You replied with a short “Not good,” while trying to open your eyes to look back at your boyfriend who was holding the back of his neck with the one hand that wasn't resting on you, as he thought about what to do now.

“I’m staying home with you today, okay.” He declared after a while. Adding “Let me just call in sick, I’ll call in for you too,” and pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“I will be fine, I don’t think I’m that sick, I’ll just sleep it off, don’t cancel your things for me.” You tried to assure him. But as you were saying this, the words became increasingly hard to pronounce and your voice was becoming fainter and fainter the longer you tried to make use of it. The sore throat you were discovering that you had was an issue when trying to debate what he should and shouldn’t do for you.

After clearing your throat, you added "I can take care of myself, it's fine..." Nevertheless, Minghao saw through your charades.

“Yeah, I know you can take care of yourself. But,” he paused, letting his hand rest on your head as he stared into your drowsy eyes, “please, let me do it.”

His voice was so understanding yet so stern, he wanted you to agree, but he had also decided to cancel his schedule for the day and be there for you. No matter what you said you could handle, anyone could see how much you ached from the heat of the fever combined with the already insufferable heat wave.

He also knew how you felt about receiving help, not even your own boyfriend was an exemption from your need to do everything yourself, no matter how much it weighed on you.

That’s just why he needed to be there anyways, you wouldn't ask for it, and you wouldn’t be keen on accepting his assistance or care if it was an option. So simply telling you that he already decided to stay, to simply inform you about what he wanted to do for you, was one hell of a lot easier than trying to convince you of anything.

He quickly changed into sweats again, called into both of your workplaces, and came back to your side with an ice-cold glass of water, some aspirin, and a damp towel. You looked exhausted, he ached himself from just seeing you like this.

"Hey, sweetie, i need you to wake up a little," he began to rouse you awake and back into the world of the living.

"Just sit up a bit," he continued, trying his best to help you into a half upright position, leaning against the headboard behind you. Your eyes fought you for control as they tried to close themselves against your will. Minghao brushed his hand against your chin, "here, drink this," he held up the glass to your lips and you drank, happy for the soothing feeling it brought to your dry mouth. "Now, swallow this," he popped the pill onto your tongue and you swallowed it along with another sip of water.

"Good job, you did so good," Minghao praised as you laid back down, He smiled down at you, and placed the damp towel on your forehead. The sigh of relief you let out, made his heart melt.

"And you wanted to be left alone like this?" he whispered out into the air, clicking his tongue in disapproval, not expecting you to even hear him. Altough, you did hear him and you felt a sense of thankfulness to him, for not listening to your stubborn self trying to handle everything yourself, and instead being there, for always being there.

.・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

You were sound asleep now, it had been a couple hours of delirious sleep, mixed with waking up and stumbling to the bathroom, or waking up to let Minghao give you more water, or pills, or change the cooling towel propped up on your head. He was positioned next to you in bed, sitting up against the headboard and reading to pass the time without disturbing you.

A sudden grip on his arm disrupted his peaceful reading when you clammed onto Minghao's arm in your sleep. You were so warm to the touch, and he looked at you, sweaty and still off in dreamland. Whines erupted from your throat, "Don't go, don't, Hao, help me, the fire is so hot, please, don't leave me alone," you rambled.

He could almost feel your pain, seeing the pain in your face. At the same time, Minghao felt a tinge of pride as you called out for him when you needed someone. Even if you were barely conscious as you said it, the simple fact that you had actually let go of your stubborn attitude towards receiving help, and called for him in your moment of weakness.

“I’m here, I’m right here,” he comforted in a low, soothing voice, “just sleep, I won’t go anywhere,” he continued as you slowly loosened your grip on his arm. Minghao watched you as you went back to sleep, thrashing around in the bed to somehow find something cool in your surroundings.

.・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

The entire day had passed by the time you regained enough consciousness to be able to sit up yourself. The pills had worked magic, and you felt so much better now. Even the scorching heat of the day was beginning to calm down as the sun was setting.

Minghao had stayed by your side the entire day and was now running his fingers up and down your still warm arm, while he continued to read the book that he was nearing the end of by now.

"Hey Hao, I think I could eat something now," you said and looked up at him, breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

He looked back at you, placing the book on his chest. "Oh! Do you want anything in specific?" he eagerly questioned.

"No, not really, my stomach just feels so empty right now and I'm finally ready to eat something I think."

"Okay, I can work with that," he said as he chuckled in relief as you seemed a lot more upbeat now. "What do you think about cold noodles?"

"I can feel my mouth watering already," you said and looked at him with a dreamy expression that made him laugh.

"Well then, I'll go and make that happen, you just relax a bit, drink some more water while you're at it," he suggested while making his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

When he came back with a tray of two bowls of delicious-looking noodles you had already gotten up to sit properly and moved the covers away so that he could place the food down without having to adjust them to lay flat enough with the food in his hands. You had also turned on the laptop and placed it in front of you on the bed, a movie ready to play as you ate.

"What are we watching?" Minghao asked and motioned to the still dark screen.

"Frozen, to combat the heat you know," you responded absent-mindedly, occupied with setting up your food and trying not to spill any of it.

"Ah, a perfect choice, as expected," he snickered and scootched onto the bed with his own bowl steady in his hands. Before turning on the movie, you mumbled out a "Thank you, by the way."

Minghao just looked at you, tilting his head in question before guessing "The food? Oh no problem," and smiling lightheartedly back at you.

"No, i mean I-... I'm not sure I would've been so fine on my own if I'm being honest. So... thank you for being here for me today."

He felt his heart flip, his face lighting up at the thankful words.

"Actually, thank you for always being there, even when I'm being so reluctant," you stated, with a clear and purposeful voice. But saying these things had made you a bit embarrassed and you decided to move on quickly.

Instead, you shoved an entire mouthful of noodles past your lips. But you froze when you heard Minghao giggle next to you, and then you managed to almost choke on the food in your mouth when he gave you a kiss on your stuffed cheek while responding with an extremely casual "Anytime, baby."

He couldn't help but snicker at the way you had been so surprised by his casual responses to your vulnerability. You scowled at him, but he just smiled at you and pressed play on the movie, letting his hand fall down onto your knee, rubbing small circles on it while you continued to eat and watch the movie for the remainder of the evening.

.・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

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