#lee know one shot

[lixiepixiedust]

Peach to my Mario

pairing — idolbf!leeknow x f!reader (From the Unveiling Love series!)

word count — 2.7k words

warnings — she/her reader, tiny bit of angst, stress, tooth-rotting fluff

summary — Minho always avoids showing affection to you in public which makes his friends and members worry about his relationship, thinking it might not be healthy. However, in private, Minho’s a completely different person. One day, he comes home early and takes the chance to invite you over. During a little gaming sesh, his members accidentally walk in on him being overly sweet with you.

It was just part of Minho's nature to avoid PDA. He never showed affection when you were out with friends, and he wasn't the type of guy to show you off or post you on social media, even on his private account. When you first started dating, you went out to dinner with Minho and some of his members and their partners. It was the first time you were out with him around other people. Whenever you tried to initiate any contact with him, he'd gently push you away and give you a look that said, "Not here," which, at first, bothered you.

This constant habit didn't go unnoticed by his members. They saw how he acted with you around them, which made them worry about your relationship. Some even talked to Minho, suggesting he show more affection, but he always replied with, "I know what I'm doing." This left them wondering, "Are they even a happy couple?" because that's all they knew. They were never shown the real side of Minho in a relationship.

You eventually got used to it over time, as he had a way of making up for it. When you two were alone, he was the sweetest. He showered you with love, and he wasn't afraid to show emotion. It was fascinating to see how different a person he could be depending on the setting, and as his girlfriend, you somewhat liked this duality. When he'd get home from an outing with you, he'd immediately pull you into a hug and smother you with kisses, becoming a completely different person than he was a minute ago.

You didn't complain about the lack of PDA anymore because you were grateful that Minho saw you as someone he could be vulnerable with. He wasn't afraid to share his struggles and ask for your help, and you appreciated the connection you had with him in this way. It was so rare for him to have such a bond with someone, which made it so precious.

One day, Minho arrived at his dorms earlier than usual, and it was a particularly stressful day. They were approaching a comeback, and the choreography needed to be finalized with a tight deadline. A professional choreographer was scheduled to review their dance, and they had to have it perfected by then. The pressure was especially heavy on Minho, as he was responsible for everything, being the main dancer in the group. Comeback season always brought a lot of stress for all of them. The producers had to handle the tracks, and they had to attend numerous meetings discussing potential concerts and promotions.

Usually, during this stressful and overworked period, he would be staying late at the company, leaving little time at home. So, it was rather unusual for him to arrive home early. When Minho reached the door of his dorm, he tossed his bag onto the couch and slumped into a seat. He unscrewed a plastic water bottle and downed it in a few gulps. Minho buried his face in his hands, threw his head back, and released an exasperated sigh.

He took his phone out of the front pocket of his backpack and texted your number.

"y/n, do you have a minute?"

right after he sent it out, it showed as "read," with an icon popping up indicating that you were typing. 

"yea, of course. is everything alright?"

"i just wanna see you. and no one's home yet."

It shocked you that he was home already. You hadn't seen him for two weeks, given how busy he had been and how little time he had for himself. So, to you, it was surprising that he had texted you. You responded with a simple "kk" before getting up and preparing to leave. You were wearing gray sweatpants and one of Minho's shirts, but you decided not to bother changing, as it looked presentable enough. After all, it was just Minho.

You grabbed Minho's keys and phone, locking your own door as you left your apartment. Even though you had a car, navigating the busy downtown Seoul intersections often took longer than walking. Luckily, Minho's dorms were only a few blocks away, making it a short five to ten-minute walk. Upon reaching his building, you scanned your keycard at the lobby and opened the door after hearing the click. Minho had given you an extra keycard so you could visit him, although his roommates were unaware of this, as it wasn't something they would necessarily know.

You rode the elevator up to his floor, which was located quite high up, just one floor below the penthouses. Minho's apartment was notably larger compared to the others in the building, as he shared it with three of his group members. You went down the hallway and stopped when you saw his unit number.

You gently knocked on the door, not wanting to startle him. There was silence, so you decided to try the doorknob, and it turned out to be unlocked. You entered, taking your shoes off at the entrance before quietly making your way to the living room. As you entered the room, you found Minho sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the floor.

"Minho" You called out.

He jumped, snapping out of his thoughts and turned his head towards you. "You scared me"

"Did you not hear me come in?"  You chuckled.

Minho shook his head, a small smile forming on his face. "I guess I was too lost in my own world."

You walked over and sat beside him, giving him a gentle smile. "Long day?" He nodded and leaned into your touch.

You wrapped your arm around him. "What can I do to help you relax?"

Minho sighed, looking at you with gratitude. "Just being here is enough. I missed you."

You smiled, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. "I missed you too, Minho. "

"Thank you for coming," he said.

"Anytime," you replied, snuggling closer to him. "Why are you back so early, hm? Where's everyone else."

"They're still at the company, working on their own stuff now. I needed a break from the choreo, I couldn't think straight anymore," Minho confessed, rubbing his temples.

It was rare for him to take breaks for himself so you were glad he reached out to you in this moment. You continued to comfort him, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"You know you don't have to carry all the weight on your own, right?" you reassured him.

Minho nodded, appreciating your support. "I know, it's just... sometimes I forget."

"Well, that's what I'm here for – to remind you," you said with a soft smile.

Minho leaned into your touch, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a deep breath. "I'm lucky to have you," he murmured.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, letting the weight of the day slowly lift off Minho's shoulders. You could sense the exhaustion in him, not just physical but also the mental strain of the responsibilities he carried. 

I gave a him a gentle squeeze. "Wanna play something?"

Minho looked at you, exhaustion still lingering in his eyes but a genuine smile playing on his lips. "That sounds good."

You made your way to the Nintendo Switch (Felix's, obviously) and powered up Mario Kart. As the game loaded, you handed Minho a controller, and soon, both of you were engrossed in the competition. The colorful characters on the screen and the playful banter between you and Minho helped to lighten the atmosphere in the room.

As you played, you couldn't help but notice the transformation in Minho. The stress lines on his face seemed to fade, replaced by genuine smiles and occasional laughter. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the private side of Minho that he rarely showed to the outside world.

"You're gonna lose so bad, Y/n, you don't know," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yea sure," you shot back, a smirk playing on your lips.

The races became more heated, with Minho throwing himself into the game, making exaggerated gestures as he maneuvered his virtual car. Every time you pulled ahead, he'd let out a theatrical groan, clutching his heart.

"I can't believe you'd do this to me!" he'd exclaim in horror, slumping dramatically in his seat.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Come on, Minho, it's just a game!"

But for Minho, it was more than just a game. It was a battle, a challenge that he took very seriously. When the races got particularly close, he'd lean in closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing in concentration. And when you crossed the finish line first, Minho faked his death right on that couch. He'd plopped onto your lap and stick out his tongue.

As you and Minho continued playing, the atmosphere lightened, and the stress from earlier seemed to dissipate. The room echoed with laughter as the two of you engaged in a fierce Mario Kart competition. 

However, little did you both know that the other boys had finished their work and were on their way back to the dorm. As two of them approached the door, they exchanged glances, wondering if Minho was still immersed in his work or if he had finally decided to take a break.

As the door creaked open, Minho was in the midst of a loud cheer, having won a close race. Your lips formed a fake pout, teasing Minho for his impressive gaming skills. Before you could utter a word, Minho grabbed your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. With a satisfied grin, he plopped back down onto your lap, his eyes shifting to the TV which displayed his victory.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he didn't notice the entrance of his fellow members. Seungmin and Felix stood frozen for a moment, taking in the unexpected scene before them.

Minho, still admiring his victory, suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere. His eyes flickered from the screen to your face, and then he followed your gaze to the open doorway. There, standing in various states of shock and amusement, were his friends.

Minho's cheerful expression faltered as he registered their presence. He quickly disentangled himself from your lap, clearing his throat awkwardly and avoiding eye contact.

"Hey," he mumbled, attempting to regain his composure.

Minho's sudden change in behaviour didn't go unnoticed by them. The two exchanged puzzled glances, silently communicating their surprise at witnessing a side of Minho they had never seen before.

Seungmin smirked. "Didn't know playing video games could be so... intimate."

Minho's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he tried to brush off the situation. "No, just taking a break from choreo. Y/n happened to drop by."

You offered a friendly wave to the members, trying to diffuse the tension. "Long time no see."

"Didn't know he had such a soft side for you." Felix looked in your direction.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Minho, you've been keeping this hidden from us."

Minho avoided making eye contact with anyone. "It's not a big deal. We're just hanging out."

Felix interjected, "Alright, alright, let the man breathe. Maybe he's just trying out a new gaming strategy."

Seungmin smirked, "Yeah, because everyone knows that cuddling enhances your Mario Kart skills."

Minho sighed, realizing he was caught in a situation he couldn't easily escape. The members, still amused, decided to join the gaming session, pulling up chairs and grabbing controllers. The atmosphere lightened up again as everyone got immersed in the races. Amidst the gaming chaos, you felt a subtle shift beside you. Glancing at Minho, you noticed a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. Seizing the opportunity, you casually leaned against him, and to your surprise, Minho didn't pull away. Instead, he subtly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer.

Felix, ever observant, caught the moment and exchanged a knowing look with Seungmin. A mischievous grin spread across Felix's face as he nudged Seungmin, who raised an eyebrow in response. It seemed like the members were enjoying this unexpected revelation of Minho's softer side. Minho's hesitancy towards PDA seemed to going away slightly. He didn't shy away when you rested your head on his shoulder, and he even tickled you a little during one of the races. 

The night turned into a fun and lighthearted gathering, with laughter filling the air as everyone bonded over Mario Kart. The initial surprise at seeing Minho in a more vulnerable and relaxed state slowly faded, replaced by acceptance and genuine enjoyment of the moment. As the clock ticked away, the group decided to take a break from gaming and sat together in the living room, sharing stories and enjoying the dinner Jeongin had eventually brought. It was during these moments that you could see a different side of Minho showing the side that wasn't afraid to be affectionate in front of his friends.

The members of Stray Kids, who had initially been concerned about Minho's reserved nature in public, began to see the depth of his relationship with you. They witnessed the way he looked at you, the way he smiled, and the subtle gestures of affection that spoke volumes about the connection you shared.

After dinner, as the night wound down, the members bid their goodbyes, as you went over to the door to leave. Minho stood up, indicating that he would walk you home. The others exchanged knowing glances, teasing smiles playing on their lips. 

As you and Minho stepped out of the dorm, the cool night air greeted you. The city lights illuminated the streets as you began the short walk to your apartment. The atmosphere was comfortable, a companionable silence settling between you and Minho.

"I appreciate you coming over," Minho said, his tone sincere. "It's been a hectic few weeks, and tonight was exactly what I needed."

"I'm glad I could be here for you," you replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You don't always have to carry everything on your own, Minho. It's okay to lean on others, especially those who care about you."

He nodded, a grateful smile on his face. "Thank you,"

"Anytime," you replied, giving him a soft smile. "It was nice spending time with everyone."

Minho nodded, his hand finding yours. "I guess they know now," he added with a hint of playfulness.

You chuckled. "Well, it's not a bad thing. They seem to like this side of you."

He smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I can't escape their teasing now. They're gonna tell the other dorm all about it"

You squeezed his hand. "You'll be alright. Besides, it's nice to see you letting your guard down a bit."

Minho leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I guess you have that effect on me."

As you reached your apartment building, you turned to face Minho. "Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight."

Minho smiled, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. "No, thank you. I needed this more than you know."

You both exchanged a loving gaze, the unspoken understanding between you deepening. With a final goodnight, you entered your building, watching as Minho waited until you were safely inside.

As you settled on your couch, you decided to check your social media accounts before getting ready for bed. As you scrolled through your feed, you noticed a notification on Minho's private Instagram account. It surprised you because Minho rarely posted anything on his private account, and he had never posted a picture of the two of you before.

Opening the post, your heart skipped a beat as you saw a candid shot one of his members must've taken from tonight. It perfectly captured the essence of the night – both of you smiling at each other, a shared blanket over your laps, and controllers in hand. 

The caption read: "Peach to my Mario"

Feeling a mix of emotions, you couldn't help but smile at the post. It was a small but significant step for Minho to share a piece of your relationship with the world, even if it was just on his private account. 

"Photo credits?" One of the comments read, from Seungmin.

As you liked and replied to a few comments, you couldn't shake the feeling that this marked a subtle shift in Minho's approach to PDA. Maybe, just maybe, the night had not only been a release for him but also a realization that sharing moments of vulnerability with you and his friends wasn't something to be afraid of.

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[mixtape-0325]

Fear the Living

Stray Kids; Lee Know x Female Reader (21+)

Word count: 2.4k

Content: HardDom!Lee Know, Sub!Reader, cheesy halloween flirting at a party, small mention of alcohol and smoking, ghostface mask & black gloves, exhibitionism, hair-pulling, p in v sex, anal sex, squirting.

Warning: this story features reader never knowing 100% sure if her partner is actually the one doing this to her.

💌: Happy Halloween everyone 🖤🕸️

You turned around to hit the man with the mask forcefully against the chest. You couldn't imagine anyone would even think it was okay to frighten you by grabbing you... before you realised who it really was.

"You scared me!"

Your words were almost unintelligible through the music dancing all around you. His mask was removed, hair slightly messy with even fake cuts all over his skin underneath the ghostface costume. He looked back at you surprised at first, strong brown eyes wide open, before he closed the space between you to grab your waist. Minho pulled you against his figure, fingernails pressed into the fabric of your skirt.

"It's Halloween! You're supposed to get scared! Besides, I"m sure you weren't!", he shouted before pressing his tongue against his cheek, eyeing you up and down. You watched his little movements ever so closely, curious as to why he would think so.

"I know you're into that sorta thing!"

A playful gasp left you mouth at his words in public, even though you were as aware as him that anyone at this party was too drunk to even care about you and your boyfriend flirting, let alone with the music playing at an ungodly loudness.

"You're late!"

You pushed against his shoulder in response, playing the act perfectly to the point he was starting to question if you were actually upset with him.

"I had to take care of some things!"

"What are you, an actual murderer? You're just trying to scare me!"

The second push almost caused his hands to detach from your waist completely, quite the opposite of what you were craving. But as if he knew, instead of letting you go, Minho pulled you back against him much stronger, not even leaving any room for you to move along with rest of the crowd. His face inched closer to yours, lips hovering over the shell of your ear where his warm breath tickled your skin.

"Listen here baby, play up a little game again and i'll be sure to take care of you next."

One of Minho's hands let itself slide to your ass, grabbing the flesh desperately. Involuntarily movements of your body pressed you against his crotch with ever grab. You gulped in response to your body, throbbing ensuing between your legs that you hadn't yet experienced so fast.

Sure, Minho had teased you before and put you into your place when you were overly confident in trying to dominate him. But, he never even dared to say these things outside the four walls of your bedroom.

"Oh yeah? Bet you won't dare to lay a finger on me. You can't even handle upsetting me."

You were really pushing his buttons, playing into his insecurities, but his body language seamed to not even be phased this time. Instead, you could feel his bulge start to press against you, only fuelling the arousal between your own thighs more. It was worse knowing that there was so little fabric keeping you two apart, a thin short layer of a skirt and black lace panties all that he had to remove.

Minho faced you again, eyes large and teeth playing with his plump bottom lip. His gloved black hand made its way up towards your chin, holding you between his fingers

"Go home, pretty girl. I don't want you getting hurt tonight."

His fingers danced over your lips, causing a deep hum to surface from within him that somehow got through the barrier of the next song.

"Afterall, it's not the dead you should fear."

You rolled you eyes at him, but Minho inched closer to your lips, your eyes almost fully closed, the corners of your mouth turning into a smile. You could almost taste him, almost bite his lip just a little harder than he did himself. You could almost hear him hum again, your mind soon switching to the noises he'd make when he's inside of you.

But before you could seal the kiss, he backed up to place his mask over his face again. The rough edges of the face in just white and black, eyes so dark you could not even see his hint of brown anymore, his lips hidden equally hidden out of sight.

Minho backed up further until he turned and walked away, leaving you between the countless other masked and dressed up people jumping and screaming along to the music.

You didn't see him for a while, which was okay knowing his friends were here likewise to yours. You didn't have to cling to each other the entire night, as long as you were both getting home again safely together.

However, after a while of hanging out with your friends anxiety grew in your stomach that left you feeling rather down about continuing to dance and sing carelessly.

Is he okay? Enjoying himself? Did he perhaps really not like the teasing? He teased more more than you did, right?

Your mind was starting to race, and something just did not feel right anymore. You told your friends you'd get them more drinks at the other side of the room, which was quite a walk in a normally abandoned mall. You turned a few corners near the small halloween maze and got to a quieter era where some were smoking or making out.

Minho wasn't here either, but the realization that you hadn't seen even a glimpse of him anymore since a few hours ago made you uneasy. Afterall, you weren't exactly in the safest neighborhood.

You continued looking for him, the base of the music somehow sounding much louder even though you were moving further away from it. The sound pressed against your head and you started to panic, frustrated with your own stupidity of thinking going to a party without a phone was even remotely smart, just for the sake of wearing the shortest skirt you owned.

When you turned another corner, you reached what seemed more like an empty office space. Some desks and chairs were pushed in the corner, pieces of electronics shattered on the floor. It was darker than in the other rooms, a mere lightbulp much too little to fill up this space on its own.

"Look who found me"

A voice from behind you made you eager to turn around, no longer strong enough to hide the smile on your face as you saw a dark figure leaning against the doorframe with a costume much familiar to you.

"You completely disappeared! I got worried"

You walked towards him, soon being greeted by a familiar glove tugging a strand of hair behind your ear, causing the tip of the shell to glow in heat.

You hummed in response, pressing your cheek against the warmth of his hand. Instead of playing with your lips like you expected, his hand moved down to your neck, goosebumps forming onto your skin as one digit moved across your neck with delicacy.

"What are you hiding for baby? Want you to kiss me...", you spoke softly as a familiar pulsing of your core spread its way throughout your body in a rush of need to be close to your boyfriend.

Your hand reached over to his mask, wanting to reveal him yourself only to pull him into a deep kiss of need seconds later. But a loud thud of his hand grabbing your bare wrists stopped you in your tracks, his body soon pressed against you until you hit the wall on the side. You gasped as your back hit the concrete with just a bit too much force, the coldness of the space equally freezing up your spine.

"Minho, what are you doing?"

Your worries were quickly shushed by a warm hand slipping under your skirt, caressing your hips and hooking under your panties to pull them to the ground. You were filled with lust so easily when it came to him, and his mask somehow made the thrill of his want for you so much hotter.

He wasn't gentle with you at all, his own lust taking over in fast attempts to rid you of your clothes. The room was filled with heavy breaths, gasps and giggles from you as he even used his own hand to rip your shirt from you, only to have your breasts on perfect view for him.

A strong tug towards him and away from the wall only increased your arousal as you could finally feel him better, the way he was hard underneath the fabric, how he wanted you just as desperately as you did him.

He turned you around with force, both palms of your hands landing against the icy wall instead. You held yourself somewhat stable as rustling ensued behind you. You bit your lip in anticipation, a drop of arousal leaking down your inner thigh.

"Minho, want to hear you..."

You were aching to hear his voice, calling you all the names in the book like he always did when he'd get into rough moods. You figured this would be no different, especially seeing as he had no issue teasing you in public just hours ago.

Instead your request was ignored, and the fabric around his fingers pressed to your core, collecting your arousal onto his glove. Only seconds later you felt him press against your core, pushing himself past your entrance. You hummed in pleasure at the slight stretch, that seemed somehow even bigger after a week without the two of you having sex.

He was equally as harsh as he was to undress you, leaving you almost no time to adjust to his size beford thrusting himself into you repeatedly. Whilst it hurt at first, knowing the excitement and need he had for you, was too thrilling to tell him to slow down.

Instead of breaths and gasps, the room filled with your moans to every rough thrusts of his hips. You felt so bare, so exposed and conscious of the party just a couple of steps away, but you needed to feel full so badly. It was all you could think about tonight after seeing Minho in this costume, the sight rather hot.

When his hand moved to the front to rub your clit in sync with his hips your legs were starting to give out. They shook between you, causing him to hold onto you even tighter. You were sure of the bruises to be found later, but instead of worrying about it, it only made you clench even harder on him. It was music to your eyes when you finally heard some deep grunts coming from him, but with the focus on your clit your moans still exceeded his.

"Gonna cum, don't stop, please"

He continued to rub your clit in perfect circles, his thrusts slightly slower but much harsher. His other hand disappeared into your hair, wrapping the strands around his wrist before pulling your back up to his chest. Out of habit you turned over your shoulder in an attempt to see him and kiss him, but all you were faced with was the mask staring back at you.

He continued his grip on your hair, making the slight pain of his tugs only add to your pleasure.

"Cum inside me, please"

You felt dirty saying these words out loud in a space like this, even with everything going on already. You didn't want him to stop, you wanted him completely. You needed him to make you feel full for longer.

With a harsher method on your clit in turn with another rare groan of his because he was getting close himself, you couldn't hold back much longer. As soon as his thrust got sloppy but somehow stinged much more, he came inside of you with a load that made you feel even naughtier for doing this outside of your own house.

You could feel the warmth inside of you so well, making your own orgasm wash over your body completely. It was hard to continue standing the way you were, legs giving out almost completely. But it made your release even more powerful in return, your core spilling arousal all over his costume, gushing from the intense thrill of it all.

He had to hold you tight, and neither did his hands get any gentler like you were used to. He bend you over again easily, your body too exhausted to even go against his wishes. His glove played with the wetness that had landed on your thighs and was still slightly dipping from your core, spreading it over your rim as a form of lube.

Your mind went cloudy, still in a haze from your orgasm as you felt the tip of his half-hard cock press against you from behind.

"Minho..."

You couldn't say much else, letting him thrust as deep as you practised with him, a few inches of his now hard cock pushing passed your rim. He used your body so eagerly, wet messy sounds of his thrusts filling the space. He completely let himself go, chasing his second orgasm of the night from merely how hot he found the idea of filling each hole you had to offer, for you to let him fill you over and over. Everywhere at least once.

"Too much...please"

He was seconds away from his release, and your voice only making him reach his goal faster. With one last thrust and his own legs now shaking, a second orgasm took over every nerve in his body. Only a few drops of cum spilled inside of you, but still the thought of having his cum inside both of your holes had you feeling dizzy all over again.

He gently turned you around, your body falling into his arms as you embraced each other for a little while. Heavy breaths slowed, and slowed, until there was only silence left.

You wanted to kiss him, especially now. There were no needs left but those of having his lips on yours. But he refused to let you go just yet, holding you close to him in the most gentle way he knew, just for a little longer.

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[stayteezdreams]

Good Luck Charm: Part One

Plot: When your cat takes a liking to a nearby neighbor, nothing seems to stop her from escaping.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Lee Minho x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series Masterlist-

Warnings: Nothing I can think of :)

Words: 2.4k

"Charm!" You called out softly as you walked through your apartment. "Charm! Come here baby!" You called again, your voice becoming a slightly higher pitch as you tried to get your cat to come out of wherever she was hiding.

Checking her normal spots, but not seeing her, you felt your heart rate spike. Walking around your apartment you continued calling out to her, your panic rising as you couldn't seem to find her anywhere.

Entering your living room, your eyes landed on the window, it was open only a small amount. It was normal for you to open it, and Charm, in your three years of having her, a few months of which were in this apartment, had never even attempted to get out, so why now?

Running over to the window, panic now obvious as you feared she had been gone for too long, you opened the window and stuck your head out.

Your eyes immediately landed on Charm as she sat on the sidewalk below. "Charm!" You called out, watching as she turned around and looked up at you, meowing softly.

After a few attempts of trying to get her to climb back up, and her stubbornly refusing. You ran down to the street as fast as you could, relieved to find her sill sitting on the sidewalk when you got there.

Getting back into your apartment, after chastising her the whole way back, you made sure the window was closed before you allowed yourself to relax.

"You lost your window privileges, I hope you don't miss fresh air too much" You spoke to her as she sat at your feet, an innocence in her eyes you couldn't resist. "Maybe I can get a screen installed."

You sighed after a moment before walking into the kitchen, Charm following close behind "How about some dinner then you jerk."

As you stared at Charm ignoring her food, you feared maybe she was sick, or maybe got hurt on her adventure outside.

"Or did someone pity you and feed you?" Charm stared blankly at you "Is that why you went out? You smelled food on someone who went by?"

Getting no response you shook your head "That have better been a one-time attempt young lady."

You left Charms food on the ground as you began to settle for the evening, hoping the stressful event of the day would not be repeated again.

A few days had passed since Charm and her adventure outside, and you had nearly forgotten about it. Though the window had remained closed.

Until now that is.

You had gotten distracted and forgot your food on the stove, causing the food to burn, and smoke to fill your kitchen. Rushing to the window to open it, you chased out all the smoke, but not before setting your fire alarm off.

After ten minutes of manic fanning and two failed attempts and shutting the alarm off, you plopped down on your couch, breathless.

"So much for lunch." You mumbled as you looked around, noticing a light smokey air still lingering in your apartment.

Your eyes landed on the window before the sudden remembrance of Charm popped into your head. "Oh no."

Running to the window you looked out, just in time to see her familiar fluffy tail disappearing down the sidewalk.

"Charm! You yelled out in panic before rushing from your apartment.

Minho hummed softly to himself as he walked back to his dorm, grocery bags in hand and thoughts bouncing from various things. He looked around him as he got a whiff of smoke 'Smell's like someone burned their lunch.' he thought to himself with a smirk.

Suddenly hearing a drawn out meow from behind him, Minho stopped and turned around, spotting a familiar cat charging towards him.

"Oh, you again!" He said softly as he stopped and crouched down, petting the cat as she began rubbing against his legs. "Did you escape again?" He asked with a smirk, but worry sat in his chest hoping she hadn't gotten too far from her home.

His ears caught on another noise as he heard a panicked yell. Looking up, another moment passed before he heard someone calling out a second time. Suddenly, from around the corner, he watched as you appeared, panic on your face.

As your eyes landed on him and then to the cat, he saw relief wash over your face and he almost smiled.

"Charm!" You called out, exasperation in your tone as you jogged up to him.

Minho stood up, his eyes now glued to you as he took you in.

You were disheveled, obviously from chasing your cat, but you were still attractive. As your eyes met his, he felt his chest tighten a bit as you smiled in greeting, though you held an awkwardness in it as you looked at Minho.

Charm meowed before she ran up to you, rubbing against your legs, you immediately crouched down and picked her up "Why did you do that again?" You asked softly as you held her tight to your chest before looking up and meeting Minho's eyes again.

It was now that Minho realized he had not stopped staring at you. Afraid he might freak you out, he smiled and cleared his throat softly.

"So she does have an owner then."

You smiled and nodded "Yes" you let out a soft laugh "I swear she doesn't do this often, just twice, now, and both were recent."

"Yeah, we've met before." Minho said with a chuckle as he looked at Charm.

"You have?"

He nodded as he met your eyes again, he motioned towards the road you had come from "When I was coming back from the store, just like today, she appeared in the street. I pet her for a while, and even gave her some cat treats, which I hope you don't mind." He added on quickly.

You shook your head and smiled "No, I don't! Though that explains why she didn't eat her dinner." You thought for a minute before you spoke softly "Do you, walk by often, by chance?"

He nodded and you let out a knowing hum "I think she has a crush." You mumbled as you kissed her head before looking at Minho with a light panic in your eyes, which you followed up with an awkward laugh.

Minho smiled as he let out a chuckle, taking a step closer as he reached out and quickly pet Charm's head "You called her Charm?"

You nodded your head "Yeah, 'cause she's my good luck charm, though recently she's testing her luck."

Minho chuckled "And what's your name?"

You met his eyes, and felt a bit surprised before you smiled "Oh, Y/n"

His smile softened and you felt your heart thump "I'm Lee Minho."

You nodded politely "It's nice to meet you Lee Minho, thank you for being kind to Charm." You added on softly, your voice suddenly becoming shy.

He tilted his head a bit as he smiled, his eyes going back and forth between you and Charm "No problem."

After a moment of silence you cleared your throat "I should get going, I don't think I locked my door behind me when I ran out." You chuckled.

He continue to smile widely at you as he nodded. You took a step back as you gave him another smile "Bye."

He gave you a slight bow as he let out a soft laugh "Bye."

Turning, you began walking away hugging Charm tightly to your chest, probably a bit more than you intended as she squirmed against you. But your heart was pounding so heavy in your chest you barely noticed.

As you rounded the corner, you looked back, and felt your heart leap when you saw Minho still standing in the same spot, watching you with a soft smile still present on his face.

You quickly looked away, trying not to smile as you walked faster back to your apartment.

Looking down at Charm you spoke in a whisper. "So is he the reason why you keep escaping?" she meowed softly and you nodded "I don't blame you honestly."

When you had first rounded the corner, and saw him crouched down petting Charm, your breath seemed to disappear. You hadn't expected to see someone so gorgeous, not to mention kind. Especially since you were out of breath, probably visibly disheveled, and smelling like smoke.

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping he didn't think you looked crazy. As you made your way back into your apartment, you wondered if you'd see him again. You wanted to see him again, but you hoped next time you wouldn't be in such shambles.

Minho wasn't really sure why he couldn't stop staring at you, or how he couldn't look away as you left. He wasn't sure why he wanted to call out to you as you did, wanting to know more about you.

When you looked back at him as you rounded the corner, and he swore he saw a smile starting to form, he felt his heart clench.

After you disappeared from view, and he finally continued on his way home, he wondered if he would see you again. He knew what street you must live on. So maybe, he could make a few more extra trips to the store this week? Just in case he might see you again.

As you grunted, struggling to open your door, arms full of grocery bags, your eyes moved around your apartment before landing on Charm. She was staring forlornly out of the window, which now had a security screen on it.

Dropping a bag, you cursed under your breath before you not so gently dropped the rest of your bags onto the floor. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, a small brown figure darted past.

"Wha-" Looking to see Charm dart down the hall, you almost tripped as you ran after her, slamming your door behind you "Charm!"

You called her in desperation as she made her way down the stairs and towards the street. "What has gotten into you!" You yelled out, though in the back of your mind, behind the panic, was the thought of Minho. Did she see him out the window? Is she looking for him?

As your feet hit the pavement outside, your question was answered as you saw her running up to a familiar figure, who was staring at her with a look of surprise and amusement.

Minho's eyes followed where she had come from, landing on you as you appeared breathless and distraught from the nearby building.

You gestured your arms in bewilderment as you jogged over, Minho couldn't help the giggle that escaped him.

This was the fifth time he had walked down this street since he had met you last week. And every time his eyes scanned the area for Charm, and for you, always wondering how nearby you were, and if he might run into you again.

As you approached him, his eyes scanned over you, you were much more put together than last time, though a bit breathless. As you smiled sheepishly at him his heart leapt in his chest.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you approached him "Hello again" You said with a soft breathy laugh.

"Hello." He said with a wide smile, that made your heart jump.

Grabbing Charm and scooping her up into your arms you looked up at your apartment window "She must have seen you walking by, she darted out the door as I was bringing in groceries."

He let out a soft laugh as he looked at Charm who meowed softly. Reaching out to pet her he didn't stop smiling "My existence seems to be causing you trouble." He joked as he met your eyes.

You smiled and shook your head "I don't think I'd call it trouble."

"No?" He asked with a soft tilt of his head, causing your ears to grow hot.

"Maybe...just a added excitement I wasn't expecting?"

He smiled, his own ears growing hot, he hoped his hair was long enough to cover them so you didn't notice.

Shyly looking down at Charm, you smiled softly "I don't know why she decided to grow so attached to you."

"Cats tend to like me. I have three myself."

"Oh?" You showed obvious curiosity at this, which made his heart warm.

He nodded "They live with my parents though."

"Oh." You nodded in understanding, you had only recently found a place to live that allowed you to have cats. "Maybe that's why she likes you, she knows she can trust you. But, she seems to have developed separation anxiety." You added on jokingly.

Minho grinned, speaking before he really though about it "Maybe we should fix that huh?"

Your eyes darted up to his, as he smiled with a raise of his brow. His heart was pounding but he was hiding his nervousness.

"Maybe you could bring her out every once and a while for a visit? Maybe she wont keep escaping."

Your heart was pounding in your chest at the idea. You smiled, hoping your face wasn't flushing too much. "Or, you could come in and visit her yourself on occasion."

You were surprised at yourself for suggesting it, but as Minho's face turned from surprise to a bright smile you felt a bit of relief.

"That works too." He said softly, his eyes staring into yours.

He took a small step closer and you felt your breath catch. He started to pet Charm before he spoke with an added shyness to his own voice.

"She really is a good luck charm isn't she?"

"How do you mean?" You asked curiously, your voice soft.

His eyes slowly left Charm and met yours, there was a softness in his gaze that could have made you swoon had you less control over yourself.

"I was hoping I'd see you again. And here you are. Because of her."

You were speechless for a moment, before you spoke softly. "You wanted to see me again?"

He nodded, a small smile on his face. Spotting redness in his ears, you realized he was feeling as effected as you were. You couldn't help but smile.

"I was hoping the same." You admitted with a quiet voice, that only made Minho's smile widen as he stared at you with starry eyes.

Charm looked between the two of you, before letting out a small meow. You couldn't help but wonder, maybe this was her plan all along.

xx End xx

-Part Two-

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Little Hints

Stray Kids: Lee Minho x Female Reader (18+)

Word count: 2.8k

Content: Reader & Minho are in a relationship, Minho with long hair, soft playful smut, lots of kissing and foreplay, slight teasing, reader finding out about minho's hidden corruption kink, shy reader who has a comfort plush, pet name 'princess', one mention of 'sweetheart', oral (m receiving), brief (m) mastrubation, intimate touches (f receiving) 'just the tip' penetration, aftercare.

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Warmth was all around you, his heat radiating off of him onto you to the point you didn't need to be under a blanket to stay warm. Minho had his eyes closed, face relaxed and arm around you that originally pulled you against his side.

Your leg rested just over his thigh, your body covered with just his long black shirt and some panties, the perfect position and outfit to cuddle in when he was sleeping over.

You stared up at him, and tried to do so as subtle as possible so he wouldn't open his eyes to look back at you just yet. His hair had grown so long that you could see the strands of hair poke out from the back of his neck, some strands in the front falling right next to his eye.

Minho's skin looked so soft, nothing hiding the little blemishes on his face. It made you laugh sometimes, how finding imperfections on his skin was difficult - only close looks could name a few. Over time, your eyes moved towards his lips, taking in the light pink colour and how they somehow looked more plump than they normally appeared.

You suddenly noticed the strand of hair by his eye slowly falling, threatening to soon cover his eye instead. You couldn't help but reach out your hand, lifting it from his waist towards his eye in an attempt to tuck his hair behind his ear. You did exactly that, accidently brushing your finger over the top of his ear, causing it to turn a light side of red. When it fell again just a second later, you tried again, with Minho's eyes still closed as before.

However, before you could touch him again, a hand suddenly stopped your wrist. Your eyes opened a little wider in surprise, right as he opened his eyes too. He did so softly, making your heart skip a beat, his brown eyes staring deeply back at you.

The scene was paused, before he spoke 'Stop being so sweet to me, princess'. Your chest tightened, feeling like you lost some air at your favourite little name. 'I didn't want it to bother you baby', you responded quietly, getting shy when this whole time he never broke eye contact. Minho gently lowered your arm, still holding onto it he let it fall onto his chest, his hand moving from your wrist to the top of your hand.

Suddenly, Minho leaned in with a pace that almost made you two kiss just a second later. However, the quick action made you unconsciously pull back just before he could reach, lowering your head shyly.

He halted his movement, the two of you so close you could feel the heat that previously had made you feel just as safe. The last little inch he moved as slowly as possible, instead gently attaching his lips to yours, making you completely melt into him.

Your lips moved along with his in sync, slightly increasing the speed of the kiss as his hand applied more pressure on top of yours, still resting against his chest.

His hand around you pulled you even closer to him, causing you to lift your thigh a little higher and pressing yourself against his side. You wanted to move your hand so badly, even though you weren’t even sure if you had the courage to. But the thought of feeling the features of his bare chest and abdomen, makes you want him to pull you even closer, butterflies rushing through you once again.

You broke the kiss gently, which Minho didn't let happen for more than a few seconds, causing you to breathe heavily in between continuous tries to say his name. 'Minho...', you started as he couldn't help but continue kissing you. You tried moving your hand, letting him know without words what you'd like to do. You knew he already understood, but he was playing a little game. 'Minho...'

When he giggled a little in between a kiss, you let out whine after whine. The little fight continued like that for a while longer, but your whines for him to let go of your hand were no longer mixed with his laughs, instead his hand around you moved down your body, gently resting over your butt.

Only then you realised, your playful whines had a much different effect than wanting him to let you move your hand, you had turned him on. You could see the outline of his bulge so clearly in his sweatpants now.

The realisation made a wave of pleasure travel down your body, but even more so you felt incredibly shy at the realisation...as you only meant to admire him and want to continue that by touching his features.

Minho finally let you move away gently, your eyes finally meeting again. Finally you could notice all his other little signs, the heavy breathing, his stronger gaze, the tips of his ears a light red. And it started to intrigue you, make you curious.

You carefully moved your hand down his body, resting it just above his waistband that poked out from above his sweatpants, your touches a little more daring at your curiosity for more of his responses to simply gentleness and neediness from someone as inexperienced as you.

He felt so soft to touch, goosebumps forming onto his skin at how light you moved your fingers over him 'Princess, I told you not to be-

His words were interrupted by a little moan as he twitched in his boxers, caused by your gentle soft fingers brushing over his skin once again, this time just pass his waistband. You halted your moments and looked up at his with big eyes. ‘But it made you...hard, didn't it baby?,’ you responded softly.

Minho reached out to hold your chin up as you threatened to break eye contact with him, ‘I like it too much,’ he responded in between breaths. You could feel your cheeks turn pink, your head wanting to hide against his chest, but you couldn’t. ‘You do?,’ you answered, your butterflies further increasing. 'Yeah...', he replied softly.

You accidently let out another little noise trying to hide your shyness, causing him to curse under his breath, leaning in to kiss you again deeply. 'I like my princess shy...' He couldn't help but start playing with your butt 'whiny'...', the two of you continuesly pulling at each other, his hands helping you to grind into his side a few times for friction. 'Tight...', he continued this time whispering against your lips, your heartrate inreasingly at the dirty words he never normally use to say.

The need for each other was growing so quickly, the pool of arousal between your legs making you feel very shy all of the sudden, ‘Baby…,’ you said quietly as he leaned in for a new kiss.

‘I know, princess,’ he responses, his hair creating a curtain next to his face. His nose hit yours, playfully rubbing it against yours to make you smile. ‘I’m sorry, I let myself go a little,’ he responsed with sweet kisses to the tip of your nose and cheeks.

‘Baby,’ you repeated this time with a smile on your face. His eyes looked into yours with all the attention in the world. ‘I want you,’ you said suddenly, letting yourself be guided by your lust to make him feel good even more.

You look to your side, your little pink teddy bear that he gave you resting on the bed, pulling it between you and Minho’s chest just for a little while. ‘I just don’t know how-‘, you continues but his lips caught you off guard.

‘I wanna show you,’ Minho replied out of breath as he lowered himself to stand on his knees, some kisses planted on your thigh after. He used one of his hands to pull your underwear to the side, admiring how clearly visible your arousal was to him. ‘Is that okay?,’ he said looking up. ‘More than okay.’

With your consent his thumb pressed against your clit, gently rubbing circles whilst continuously looking up at you to watch the way you would respond to his touch, your high-pitched little noises sounding so pretty.

You whined as his thumb left your sensitive spot, feeling cold without his touch. But you bit your lip gently as you heard and saw him pulling down his sweatpants along with his black boxers, his cock so hard and aching to be touched.

Minho’s cock was thick, making you gulp when you saw his hand barely fitting around his size as he pumped himself a few times, his free hand gently caressing your thigh.

‘So big…,’ you said quietly, your legs attempting to fall close. Minho hummed, a smirk appearing on his face as he made eye-contact with you. ‘Too big?,’ you asked innocently, noticing the slight increase of his speed of his wrist.

‘Come here, princess,’ he said sweetly as he guided you to kneel in front of him. You two exchanged a sweet, deep kiss as he started to play with your hair, running his hands through the back and slightly running his fingers through the strands.

Once your kiss threatened to part, he used his thumb to slide along your lips, pulling your bottom lip back a little before it moved back into place. Minho was teasing, even more obvious by the corners of his mouth turning into a smirk that made you feel even more shy and warm inside.

‘Have you ever thought about using your pretty mouth on me, princess?,’ he asked smugly instead of intrigued which made you shy to reveal it to him. You bit your lip, moving a little in your spot before you dared to reply, ‘I’ve been curious for a while…on how...you taste’ you reply as you break eye-contact.

‘Hmm, you know how you always kiss me?,’ he said teasingly as he leaned in again for a deep kiss, turning his head slightly to do so, both of your tongues playing with each other for a little while. Minho was making you feel even shyer and that is exactly what he wanted, he liked this effect on you too much.

'Mhm…,’ you replied as you made eye-contact again. ‘Please me like that…,’ he said softly, his hands disappearing into the back of your neck, helping your hair into a ponytail.

‘Can you do that for me?,’ he continued as you already moved bend down slightly for your lips to be close to him, close to his aching red length who only got a little relieve so far.

‘Mhm, just for you’, you replied gently as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, the only thing you two had done together before, you had made him cum a few times with your hands but never anything more than that. ‘Such a good girl, aren’t you? So sweet,’ he replied.

You focused on your first few actions, letting your tongue slide over his slit, a low moan leaving him at the sensitive touch. When you very slowly started open-mouthed kisses on the whole of his thick tip, he couldn’t help but hold a little stronger onto your hair to stabilize himself.

You looked up at him in response, his toned chest on full display, breathing heavy, muscles tensing, his neck slightly bend back, his hand inches away from brushing his long brown hair out of his face as you start to gently bob your head.

‘Hmm fuck, that’s perfect like that,’ he groaned as you tried to take him further. You couldn’t help but choke a little, earning a loud moan from Minho that had you clenching tightly around nothing. ‘Relax your throat for me a little, princess. You’re doing so well.’ You did exactly as told, focusing more on your breathing through your nose and releasing the tension in your mouth.

‘Fuck that’s it,’ he cursed as he filled up your throat just a little more, now more than half of his throbbing length between your lips, spit threatening to fall down the corners of your mouth. You couldn’t help but press your legs tightly together, craving friction yourself at the low noises he was making right next to you, all because you were pleasing him so well.

You caught Minho looking down at you as you continued to slowly bob your head on more of his cock, ‘You look so dirty right now, princess…fuck, I do this to you don’t I?,’ he spoke confidently. ‘Can’t stop thinking about my cock only when I’m around hm?,’ he continued.

He was playing into his own kink, talking over the dirty scene below him with his girlfriend that always seemed so cute and innocent – loving the way he could make you so needy for him, wanting to try everything with him and only him.

You whined at his words, sending vibrations around his length that had him gripping your hair tight, almost pulling you further on his cock in reflex, but he stopped himself just in time. Instead he gently pulled you away from him, your mouth still a little open for him, spit collecting itself around the corners of your mouth.

You felt so naughty, the thought of just having him in your mouth made you giggle to yourself, so turned on by everything.

In a swift motion, Minho let go off your hair and placed his hand on your back, leaning in for a kiss that had both of you falling back down onto the bed. You two giggled at the action, giving Minho some time to properly set his arms besides your head to keep himself up, your bodies shifting together to create one.

You let out a small gasp as you felt his warm cock hit your thigh, your mind wondering with thoughts.

‘I’m curious about something else too,’ you said more confidently this time, slowly getting used to the lustful but loving gaze of your boyfriend. ‘And what’s that, princess?,’ he replied whilst leaning in to place some kisses on your neck, before coming back to look at you.

‘I can’t say,’ you replied teasingly wanting him to feel even more motivated to take the lead. ‘Just…want you...there,’ you continued.

‘Where’s ‘there’ sweetheart?,’ Minho responded teasingly, liking the way you were playing even more innocent than you even were. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you noticed one of his hands disappearing between your bodies, Minho wrapping his hand around his cock to tease your entrance. ‘Here?,’ he whispered before leaning in for another kiss.

‘Mhm...’ you hummed sweetly as you started to feel yourself drown into the moment as much Minho was again, letting yourself be steered by lust completely for a moment. He slowly let himself push pass your entrance, the thick head of his cock stretching you, causing multiple little moans to fill the room. ‘Just the tip…,’ he said playfully as he entered another inch.

When your little noises turned into whines at how badly you wanted to feel him further, even if it would stretch you, he started teasing. Minho used his hand to slide his cock out of you, slowly, to let his tip brush over your clit, making the whole scene messy with your arousal and his pre-cum.

Without warning he would enter you again, his thick tip stretching you well over and over, his thrust becoming faster but never deeper, his hands roaming all over your body as he lost himself, and so did you.

Your moans only became louder, the feeling in your stomach tightening as he sped up. You couldn’t help but get closer even from this, especially seeing how loud even Minho was getting, how he tried so hard not to hurt you by pushing in deeper, how his hands stayed so soft on you.

You noticed a vein on the side of his neck becoming more prominent, his eyes fluttering close more often. You both were so close, and you didn’t want to stop now. ‘Please,’ you moaned.

He caressed your tummy, applying slight pressure that made you see stars. ‘Please what, princess?,’ he replied with a deep husky voice, never letting his thrust slow down. ‘Fill me, please,’ you replied with a tight grip on one of his arms.

‘Want my cum, princess?,’ he said before looking up at you with dark eyes, his hair besides his face starting to stick to his face, which made you clench on him again. You hummed in response, biting your lip to hold in a loud high-pitched moan.

‘So sweet,’ he said as his thumb moved towards your clit, motivated to make you cum right alongside him. ‘So risky, princess,’ he replied before speeding up his hand to drive you over the edge. You let out a loud moan as your body finally let go, your body twitching slightly at the intensity.

‘Oh fuck,’ he moaned as his hips stuttered and he released himself in you, his body twitching so often, more cum filling you with every single one of them.

You could feel it so well, how warm it was, how it was already dripping out of you when he started to pull out ever so gently. He collapsed on top of you, pulling you in for one more sweet, long kiss.

Your bodies stuck together by heat and exhaustion for a little longer, until he moved to lay next to you instead. Minho was still hovering over you partly, his eyes in yours and both of your breathing still not fully back to normal.

'I love you so much', you said quietly, his hand resting just above your sensitive clit, inches away from where his cum was still slowly dripping out of you.

'You have no idea how much I love you', Minho replied even softer than you did, his hand suddenly moving to the side to grab your pink teddy again, holding it near both of your faces.

'We love you so much', he said playfully, letting the teddy's nose hit yours, causing you to giggle ever so sweetly as before, his favourite sound to fill the room.

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[taeminsung]

close to you..

pairing: minho x reader

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

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

trigger warning: anxiety

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As always, his dreams were filled with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[euphroseia]

Unrequited love, what about it?

Minho x gn!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Genre: non-idol!au, high school au, fluff, angst

Warnings: none that i can think of (please tell me if i missed one!)

a bit self-indulgent, a bit not. i listened to this song while i was writing this. if you want, you can listen to it too as you read ^^

Unrequited love, they say. 

But for you, it was all just admiration from afar, making that person an inspiration for your poems, or maybe the muse to your art.

You first laid your eyes on him during your senior year at high school. The school’s dance team captain, who’s not just known for his exceptionally good performance with what he loves doing, but also the good-looking and caring senior everybody admires. 

Running through the hallway with your friends for a class you’re all gonna be late to in five minutes, leads you to the direction where the practice room is located. You heard music playing and at first you thought no one was inside, then you took a peek at the small glass of the door; someone was there slow dancing, trying to figure out the rhythm of the music that was playing at a low volume. You can’t help but to watch more because of the way his body was just swaying around, like it was flowing with the sound of the music. Then he turned around and there you saw him—Lee Minho, what a sight for sore eyes, indeed. 

That moment was cut short after your friend dragged you, reminding you that you’re almost late for your class.

From that moment, you noted to yourself to always take that route at the exact same time every day.

You thought you’d be fine with admiring him from afar. Watching the dance team on every competition they joined, peeking through the door of their practice room, and taking the long way to your classroom just so you could pass his classroom and see him—until it wasn’t enough.

You knew you had to do something to bring you two closer. Knowing he’s smart, you studied hard just so maybe you could be classmates for the next semester.

Unrequited love, they say. 

But how can that be love when you only want to watch him at his element? Your friends beg to differ. They say all you talk about was him. “How come he still looks that good even when he’s sweating a lot?” that, “Have you guys seen the way he smiles and laughs?” this, and the list goes on.

You just can’t help it. How could you? He’s good, great even, with what he does. Always on the top of the class, respectful to everyone, and very patient with teaching the dance steps to his team members. 

How can you not love a guy like him, right?

Did you just say love? You never even noticed it. People said at that rate of admiration you had for him, it’ll only be a matter of days that you’ll fall for him; and fall you did—hard, head first, no turning back.

Lucky you, in your last semester as a high school student, your school shuffles the class sections, and just like an answered prayer, you and Minho are in the same class. On top of it all, both of you were elected as the class officers; him as the president and you as the vice president.

Having to do a lot of tasks together as officers of the class brought you closer to each other. Meetings with the officers of other classes sometimes end up late at night. He’d walk you to your bus stop and wait until the bus arrives and leaves with you in it. He would sometimes ask you to watch the dance team practice a new choreography, or help him learn it alone. And at times like that, your brain short circuits and your heart beats faster with the thought of being alone with him.

These interactions made you fall for him even more. Seeing the guy for more than just his looks, and experiencing first hand how good of a person he actually is.

Unrequited love, they say. 

For the way you look at Minho is totally different from how he does to you. They say you look at him as if he’s someone you’d willingly risk everything you have for him, and if you’re being honest, they might just be right. On the other hand, they said he looks at you as how a best friend would do—adoring you and being proud of the things you achieve. Platonically in love with you but never romantically.

Your feelings for him gets deeper as months go by. Today, it was one of those late nights after a meeting with the other officers. Everything’s getting busier as your graduation approaches. As usual, Minho walks you to the bus stop. 

Your bus arrives and he pulls you into his arms and you gladly welcome the warmth of his hug. It has become a habit of the both of you to hug each other before you part ways. This time, he held you a little longer, and if you’d allow yourself to be a bit delusional, you swear you could feel his lips press a kiss on top of your head. 

When you let go, you looked up at him and saw him smiling just as widely as you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he said. “Of course,” you answered and waved him goodbye as you ran towards the bus. 

Unrequited love, they say. 

And for the first time, you agreed to them. For you watched it unveil before your eyes as he falls in love with the girl that’s part of his team. The way you see yourself in him as he looks at her with admiration and love. Like he’s willing to give everything to her—just as you would to him.

Your physics teacher is not coming today, he informed Minho through a message just a while ago. So, you have the whole period as free time to do anything. You were scrolling on your phone, watching different videos or reacting to funny memes shared on your newsfeed when you felt someone sit beside you. Not really in the right state of mind to talk to him after you heard the gossip about the “none-other-than Minho” dating his prettiest co-dancer, you decided to just continue scrolling through your phone. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he called to which you just hummed in response.

“Can you tell me your opinion about this?” He asked and showed you a bouquet of flowers flashed on his phone screen from a popular shop on instagram. 

“It’s pretty. The colors of the flowers compliment each other the same way the wrap does to them.” You said as you really liked the flowers he’s showing you right now. “Why? What’s with the sudden question about flowers?” You asked, knowing exactly you’ll only hurt yourself from the answer he would say.

“Oh, do you remember Reigne?” You would ignore it if given the chance, but you can’t. Not when you notice how lovingly he said her name. Not when he had to pause a little just to smile after her name fell from his lips. “I heard her and her friends talking about how beautiful these flowers are. I’ve thought of giving it to her after our performance this Saturday.” There it is, the sting of pain in your chest. Of course, it’s for her. What else did you expect?

“I bet she’ll love that and make her heart beat faster once you give that to her,” you said in all honesty, because it’s Minho. Who wouldn’t love to receive a bouquet of flowers from him? Who’s heart wouldn’t flutter when you realize the flowers he’s holding were especially for you?

His smile widens and you see the twinkle of his eyes—pure of love and excitement to the thought you had just given him. “You think so?” He asked, smiling giddily.

“I know so,” you respond and return his smile. 

“Okay!” He exclaimed and hugged you “Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best,” he said as he went back to his proper seat.

Unrequited love, they say.

When you can watch him become happier each day even if you’re not the reason behind his smiles, then, what about it?

You were fine with watching him from afar just months ago, it wouldn’t hurt to be on the sidelines of his life for the rest of it. 

But Saturday came, the day you dreaded the most as it reminded you of his plan. You wouldn’t miss a competition your best friend worked hard for just because of your silly, little, one-sided feelings for him. You hate to be that kind person, so you wouldn’t be that kind of person. You’d want to support him, even from afar, just like before.

They were great, you knew that, everybody knows about that already . After all the competing teams have performed, you had expected their win. So, you went outside to get some fresh air; it was hot inside after all, considering that many people came for this is the last competition for this season. 

You heard the name of your school and their dance team gets proclaimed as the champions. You smiled to yourself from the thought that you saw that coming. It was his last competition with this dance team, of course, he would do his best for them to win this—and win, they did.

You stayed outside a little longer than you expected, you saw everyone leave the venue and go home. But for some reason, you stayed there and it was getting dark already. You heard little noises from afar, as if your feet had their own brain, they walked to the direction of the noise. 

There you saw Minho, the one you’ve been admiring from afar, the man behind all your love poems, the one whose nose you try so hard to perfect when you sketch him as he sleeps, the person you tried so hard to deny that you love, yet fail miserably—your best friend.

You witness as he takes a deep breath and moves forward little by little to the person in front of him. It was Reign. In his hand, he holds the bouquet of flowers. Oh, so this was how he planned it. You thought to yourself as you watched Minho approach her carefully and give the flowers to her.

Everything unveiling before you wasn’t that surprising at all, after all, he told you about this plan already. It was you who said she’ll like the flowers and indirectly said, she’d love Minho as much as he does to her. Yet, what you didn’t expect was to see him kiss her. You had learned to accept that your feelings would never be reciprocated by him, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Because a few months ago, when you tried to dance with him in the practice room alone, when you looked at each other a little longer than necessary and faces were too close to each other, you thought that you could actually kiss him at that moment.

That night, you cried so much you actually thought your heart was breaking. You convinced yourself that time would pass and all of this was just part of your silly, little inevitable part of life as high school students.

Unrequited love, they say. 

You don’t agree nor deny it anymore. 

You just want it all to be over and move onto the next chapters of your life.

Your graduation passed just like the blink of an eye. You and your batch mates are all gathered at the school for the traditional final class picture before you all part ways and go to college or work. You honestly didn’t want to go. You almost didn’t go to your graduation because you didn’t want to see Minho anymore. Thinking about how effective it would be to forget your feelings for him if you avoid him. But, of course, you can’t do that. You have done so much to have come this far. Setting aside your feelings and goal of eliminating them, you attended the graduation. 

Today, you really didn’t want to come. Not because you didn’t want to see Minho, but because of what will be the outcome of your plan. You bought the book he’s been talking about to you that he didn’t want to buy because “it’s a waste of money” he said. So you bought it, it’s your money you’re wasting and not his in the end. There, you inserted a poem you made for him. Thought that maybe through this, you’d be over him.

The picture taking was over and all that’s left to do was to give him your present. 

“Hey, Min,” you called for him when you saw him standing in the middle of your classroom. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled as he turned around and opened his arms inviting you to hug him.

You approached him and hugged him tight. You wanted to savor this moment, scared that it might be the last. When you pulled away, you handed him the small paper bag.

“Got you a little something. A parting gift, you may say,” you said, looking down as you fiddle with your fingers.

“What’s this?” He opened the bag and saw the book. “I-thank you, Y/N!” He said and pulled you in another hug. “I didn’t get you something though, how about I treat you to eat?” He suggested and you’d love to say yea. But you can’t. It’s selfish, you know, but you think it’s for the best.

“I’d love to, Min, but I really have to go now.” Tone a bit down, expressing that you really regret not being able to accept his offer. “I hope you read that well,” you said and looked into his eyes. 

Hugging him one last time, and then you waved him goodbye as you ran out the door trying not to spill the tears that’s been threatening to fall when you looked at him.

Still a bit shocked by how fast you ran outside, and he swore he saw your eyes watered. He was left there standing alone again in the classroom as he removed the book from the plastic it was wrapped with. He remembers talking about it to you but never expected that you would get it for him. He opened the book and noticed something was inserted between the center page of it.

It was a small card, he’s familiar with the handwriting in it; it was yours. He read what’s written on it and he didn’t even notice he was crying until he saw the tear fall on the card. 

If they ask me to talk about love,

I’d talk about us.

Or more lovingly, from my perspective, I'd talk about you.

I’d tell them how I see stars in your eyes when you talk about the new dance step you learned.

The way you’d smile so brightly, I almost thought I was facing the sun.

The way you passionately do something you love, and show everyone you’re great at it.

The way you excel at everything, but will never forget to still be kind and humble.

If they ask me to talk about love,

I’d say your name in the blink of an eye.

Minho, how lovely your name is.

Even if that’s just how I’ll always be,

I’d tell everyone how amazing being your friend is.

Unrequited love, they say. In an unrequited love, I would choose to stay.

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[myseungsunglove]

I Don’t Know How to Feel | Lmh

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Warnings: angst wrapped in a smidge of fluff

Word Count: 960

𖠫Summary:

✎A/N✎: not really edited. I wrote this in a sleepy haze after watching a video of Lee Know visibly flustered during an English interview. It made me want to comfort him and just be there for him so my first Lee Know Drabble was born. Hopefully it brings comfort to someone out there in tumblr/stayville

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「© September 16, 2023 by mysweethannie」

You were always sat right next to Lee Know in English interviews. Typically Chan was on one side and you on the other. Chan always tried to bring Lee Know into the interview and you were the silent comfort.

English interviews were increasingly frustrating for Lee Know. He understood a majority of what was being said, but rarely had the words to express himself in the language. Some days and some interviews were better than others.

One hard day in particular, after you had already sat through four interviews, you had returned from a much too short break for your fifth and final interview of the day. It was one of those rapid fire interviews, so those with a better grasp on the English language were interacting at a much higher rate than those without. In fact, despite the long day Chan, Felix, Han, and Seungmin in particular were laughing and joyful the entire interview.

About halfway through, you noticed Lee know look to his left at staff and glance briefly at you. When his eyes met yours, his cool collected composure dropped briefly. He was determined to look into the camera and look as engaged as possible. He didn’t want to let STAYS down. You placed a comforting hand on top of his that was resting on his thigh and again, his face fell slightly and as he looked up trying to compose himself, you noticed the gleam of tears in his eyes. It absolutely shattered your heart. Once you noticed the emotion on his face, he let out a huff of air as you carefully forced his hand to turn and his fingers to interlock with yours.

His eyes darted to the right, glancing at the other members, but when he squeezed your hand and didn’t let up, you knew he wanted the hell out of there and fast. You knew how frustrating it was to sit through those interviews and feel powerless to communicate. That had been you when you were first learning Korean and you had spent many days, weeks, and months in tears as a result. So your heart hurt for Lee know in that moment because you knew exactly the torrent of emotions he was experiencing.

As soon as the interview concluded, you grabbed Lee Knows hand once more, and pulled him out of the seat and immediately to the dressing room. Once there, you softly closed the door, and spun quickly on your feet to look at him, dropping his hand. He had a blank, confused look on his face as he stared into your eyes, unspeaking.

You reached out and placed his face between your hands and this fractured his resolve, his face falling once more. This time he didn’t hurry to plaster a fake smile on his face.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, your eyes searching his as you spoke softly to him in Korean. “I know today was hard,” you added, your fingers dancing along the nape of his neck, your thumbs running soothingly on his now rosy cheeks.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore and the tears fell. He choked out a sob he had been holding back all day. You pulled him close to you in a tight hug, and he melted into your embrace, the tears falling harder still at your comfort.

“Why does learning to speak English have to be so damn hard?” he questioned against your neck, as his tears landed wet and tacky on your neck.

“Learning a language is absolutely exhausting. Especially when it’s so different from your native language,” you agreed. “You remember how much I cried when I first came here?” you asked.

He chuckled sympathetically. “If it felt anything like this, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled against your warm skin.

“Every damn day,” you affirmed.

You hated seeing him like this.

He pulled away from your embrace then, his hands leaving their place wrapped around your waist and landing on your face.

“I’m sorry you felt anything like this ever,” he said, his eyes darting back and forth between yours.

He closed the gap between you, his lips finding yours in a somewhat urgent kiss as if he was trying to apologize for something he didn’t owe an apology for.

“Lee know, you’re what made it easier. Without you, I probably would have left after a week or two,” you admitted, pulling away from his kiss with a sigh. “I can help you if you really want to learn more. You know I’d do absolutely anything for you,” you remind him.

A playful grin spread across his face.

“Anything?” he asked, and you see your Lee Know slowly returning to you, the confidence that had been shattered gradually throughout the day, finding its way back into his demeanor.

You chuckled at him and pushed him away by his shoulders.

“Idiot,” you teased and he caught your wrist before you could push him far enough and pulled you back into a tight embrace.

“Thank you,” he breathed a heavy sigh against your neck. “I mean it.”

“Of course, babe. I’ll always be right by your side,” you told him, kissing him slowly once more.

Lee know always felt safe to feel his feelings with you and for that, you were eternally grateful. You were able to help him in a way he wouldn’t let anyone else and that strengthened the bond between you in a way you couldn’t explain if you tried.

You just knew you loved Lee Know and you would move heaven and earth to keep him from shattering like he did today ever again.

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[yootaesowlwrites]

Watch You Fall Apart - Lee Know / Lee Minho

A/N: Sleep has not been much while I was working on this, but hopefully future works for him will be much better.

W/C: 3.3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I like it when you touch me there.” + “I want to watch you fall apart.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, some humour, sassy!reader, sassy!Minho, sex in a public space(gym shower after hours), shower sex, nicknames, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, neck holding, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You watch as Minho punches the punching bag, sweat coats his skin and his hair was sticking to his neck and forehead. You had joined him at the gym for support, you were supporting him, and he was supporting you, and by that you meant, you were just watching him, and he was supporting that completely. You push your legs together as you catch sight of his arm veins growing, there was a very good reason why you wanted to watch him workout, and that was to see him in such a state where he was covered in sweat and his veins were on full display for you. He grabs not the punching bag to stop it from swinging around before turning his attention to you.

“Do you have something on your mind?” He asks. He had felt your eyes burning into him while he was punching the bag. His eyes slowly move down your body and pause at your legs when he sees you were squeezing your thighs together. “Wanna go shower?” He begins removing the tape from around his hands. “I think I’m done for the day, and I need your help in the shower,” You stand from the bench you were sitting on and make your way towards him.

“I could use a shower too, it’s way too hot in this gym,” You say. He smiles and tosses the tape towards his gym bag once he had them off and takes your hand in his and makes his way to the showers with you right by his side. “You need your gym bag, genius,” He spins to you, and you watch his eyes darken.

“Well, I think the shower is a little more important,” He mutters before releasing your hand and walking past you to retrieve his bag, tossing the tape into the bag before he returns to your side. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and guides you into the showers, shutting the main door to it and locking it. He drops the gym bag away from the shower cubicles before turning to you, you immediately reach for his t-shirt and pull it upwards, he lifts his arms, and you remove his shirt, tossing it towards his bag before your hand moves to his shorts. “You seem eager to shower.”

“It’s a very humid gym,” You mutter. He grabs onto your hands and slowly backs you into a cubicle before releasing your hands and moving to grab onto your shirt, he pulls it upwards and tosses it behind him once he removed it before moving his attention to your bra. “Remember your shoes,” You step out of your shoes and let him remove your bra.

“Got it,” He mumbles before stepping out of his shoes. He tosses your bra behind him before taking a step back to pick up his shoes and yours and tosses them towards the gym bag. He steps closer to you again and presses himself against you, you let out a sigh of contention once you feel his warm skin pressed against yours. “I love when you come to the gym with me,” His nose brushes against yours, and you feel his lips brush against yours, your eyes shut as you move your lips with his. His hands move to your pants, and you feel him tugging on them and pulling them lower, your hand moves to the back of his neck and comb your fingers through his hair before gripping his locks.

“Min…” You mumble as he pulls back from the kiss. His head drops, and you feel his lips moving down your neck and over your collarbone and down your chest while pulling your pants lower as he moves lower. “Here,” You pull your hand away from his hair and immediately grab your pants to push them down your legs.

“Why did you need to wear such tight-fitting pants today?” He mumbles against the curve of your breast. “I’ll get it in a moment,” You chuckle and lean your head against the tiled wall as you feel his hot breath moving along your breast before his mouth was against your nipple.

“To impress you,” You mutter and move your hand back to the back of his head and curl your fingers into his hair. You feel his hot breath blow against your nipple as he opens his mouth, you look down at him and saw him looking up at you through his hair.

“You already impress me,” He mutters before wrapping his lips around your nipple. His nose presses further against your breast as he sucks on your nipple, and it makes his breathing sound louder than it actually was. You could feel a shockwave sensation going down to your pussy, and you could feel yourself only growing wetter.

“Just wanna make sure of it,” You say and press down against his head. You feel his hands sliding over your stomach, feeling almost every part of you, before one hand cups your boob and his other hand cups your mound through your panties. His fingers press against your folds and slowly stroke along them. “Minho… hmm, I like it when you touch me there,” You feel him gently tug on your nipple with his mouth, which causes a tightening feeling to begin building inside you. You move your hand to his shorts and slide your hand over his clothed pubic bone before finding his hardening cock.

“Hmm…” He hums against your nipple as you cup his bulge. He pulls back, and you feel him sucking in a deep breath before blowing it out against your nipple, causing it to harden. “Fuck, your hand…” His index fingers slide over your nipple and slowly rub the pad of his finger over the bud. “Shit…” His fingers press against your folds, and you hear a slight squelching sound coming from you. “You sound wet.”

“That would be your fault,” You say. He lifts his head to have it almost level with yours, he was only a few centimetres taller than you, you were about the same height as he was. “You caused it, you should take responsibility and fix the problem,” He chuckles and leans closer, you feel his fingers push harder against your folds and your panties slip between them. “Oh…”

“Hmm, oh,” He mumbles. “You’re so sassy with me,” You feel the fabric touch your clit while his fingers were near your entrance. “There’s only one thing I can do to take that sassiness away,” His fingers slide towards your clit, and you feel him press against the bundle of nerves.

“Miinnn,” You whine. A tingling sensation goes up your spine, and you feel the knot inside you grow bigger, he circles his finger over your clit through the fabric, and you could feel your skin heating up more and the knot inside you tightening. “Minho, ohh, oh, shit…” You could feel your skin starting to become sticky with sweat. “Ohh, oh…”

“Not so sassy now,” He says, and you could see a smirk on his lips. “These little noises sound much better,” You roll your eyes and moments later you feel him release your boob and his hand move to your neck and his fingers press down against the side of your neck. “Fuck, you really want to test me,” You lick your lips before a smirk falls on them, and you gently squeeze his length. “Why are you so hot when you do this to me?” He releases your neck before he pulls his hand away from your pussy.

“Hey, no, no, don’t do that,” You whine. You watch him bend down and pull your pants down even further. “Okay, do that,” You lift one leg, and he pulls your pants down from it before you switch to the other side, and he does the same. “What about my panties, baby?” He could hear the teasing in your tone as he tosses your pants over his shoulder.

“Not yet,” He says and places his hands on your ankles before slowly sliding them upwards as he stands up straight, one hand slides to the inside of your thigh while his other hand moves over the crease of your hip, purposely hooking your panties into his finger and snapping it back against your skin.

“Minho!” You gasp. His hand slides higher and over your stomach before cupping your boob, and moves his thumb over your nipple while his other hand moves closer to your pussy. “Baby…” His fingers hook into the side of your panties, and you feel him pull them to the side before his fingers slip past your folds, and you hear a sucking sound from your wetness as he pushes his fingers through it. “Ohh, hmm.”

“So warm, and wet for me,” He mutters. His fingers slide towards your slit, and you feel two digits pressing against it before slowly sliding them in. “Ohh, how does that feel?” You watch your jaw slack and hear you breathe loudly through your mouth. “Good?” You could feel a light stretch in your walls as his fingers slide deeper inside you.

“Minho…” You breathe. “Fuck…” You feel him curl his fingers inside you before sliding them out as he uncurls them. “Ohh, shit…” His numb rubs your nipple, and you feel a tingling sensation going down to the knot growing inside you. “Min-Minho…” His fingers pump in and out of you, and the sloshing of your wetness quickly fills the air. “Fuck, ohh, my fuck, it’s good…” His fingers curl every few times inside you. You pull at his hair as you feel your high slowly building inside you. “Min…”

“Hmm, keep moaning my name, baby,” He mutters. You could see him staring at you with intensity as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you. “Those pretty noises coming from you,” You could feel sweat rolling down your back and your skin sliding against the tiled wall.

“Minho, oh, my fuck…” You gasp and feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel the knot tightening inside you. Your toes curl into the tiled floor as a hot, tingling sensation travels up your legs and makes its way to your pussy. “Oh…” You feel his hand on your boob disappear before you feel it wrap around your neck once again, your eyes dart to his arm and saw the veins covering his forearm, and you could feel your walls clench as your insides twist and knot together.

“Keep looking at me, I want to watch you fall apart,” He says. You swallow as you feel your insides twisting together into a tighter knot. “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” You feel your walls clench around his fingers, and it causes his smirk to widen. “Ohh, do you find that hot?”

“And what if I do?” You ask. You feel a third finger pushing past your walls and stretching them. “Miinnhhooo!” You could feel your lids fluttering as you fight to keep them from shutting in pure pleasure. “Minho, fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your mind spinning and a tingling sensation slowly going up your spine. “Fuck…”

“Keep looking at me, baby,” He says. You tug on his hair harder and move your hand away from his cock to press it against the wall, your fingers scratch at the tiled wall as you fight to keep your eyes open. “That’s it, you’re doing so good,” You were getting close to your release, and you could feel it becoming harder to keep your eyes open.

“Minho, Minho…” You chant as you feel a hot sensation coursing through your veins. “I’m gonna…” Your jaw tenses and you saw stars forming in front of your vision. “Miiinnhhhooo,” Your high was rapidly approaching, and you could feel your mind already starting to feel light as it was ascending into the clouds, he presses the heel of his palm against your clit and you feel your muscles tensing. “MINHO!” He watches as all types of emotions and feelings pass through your eyes before you couldn’t keep them open any longer and they shut. “FUCK!” He feels your walls pulse around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of your faster as you come undone around his fingers. “MIINNHHOO!” The tension inside you comes undone, and pleasure courses through your veins and your back arches. “FUCK, SO GOOD, HMM!”

“Fuck, so hot, you’re so hot when you come undone like this when you fall apart for me,” He says. He loved the sight of your face contorting into pleasure because of him, because of what he was doing to you. “I wish you could see yourself right now, you look absolutely beautiful,” Your body slowly calms down, and he pulls his fingers from you and slowly slides his hand away from your pussy. He moves his hand from your neck to your shoulder to keep you against the wall before he uses one hand to pull his pants down along with his underwear. They drop to the floor around his ankles, and he steps out of them before using his foot to kick them backwards. You feel his hand on your mound as he grips your panties with one hand and tugs it down your legs.

“Step up and outwards, baby,” He says. You do as he says and step out of your panties, and he uses his foot to pull the fabric away from between your legs before kicking it backwards. “Fuck, we need the water now,” He moves his hand on your chest away and reaches for the taps and opens the water. The sound of your heartbeat slowly fades away, and you hear the shower hitting the tiled floor, you open your eyes and look at the man in front of you. “I need you, now,” You lick your lips and push your hand down against the back of his head, pulling him closer to you.

“I’m waiting just for you,” You mutter. He reaches between your bodies, and you feel his cock move along your mound before slipping between your folds, the loud squelching sound of your wetness bounces off the walls before you feel the head of his cock slipping into you. “Ohh, fuck, Minho, fuck, yes, fuck, so good!”

“Uhhm, oh, fuck, shit, you’re sucking me right in, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls literally sucking his cock between them and squeezing down around him. “Fuck, so fucking warm,” The feeling of your warm wet walls causes his mind to start spinning. “Fucking, fuck…” You feel his cock slowly stretching and filling your walls, which was causing you to feel another tightening feeling building inside you. “You feel so good, you always feel so good,” His hips pause once he was fully buried inside you, and he takes in a few deep breaths.

“Fuck, Minho…” You mumble and move your other hand away from the tiled wall and wrap it over his shoulders, your fingers dig into his back as you feel him starting to move. “Fuck, so good, so good, Min,” Your moans along with his grunts fill the showers as he finds a pace quick enough to satisfy you both. The sinful sound of your wetness squelches loudly throughout the bathroom. “Minho, fuck, fuck, it feels so good,” Your nails dig into his skin, and you scratch at his back.

“Fucking,” He groans. Your bodies rub against each other as the water hits his back and your hand, steam was quickly filling the entire bathroom. “Scratch me up, fuck, it feels so good,” You lift one leg and wrap it around his waist, his hand grips the back of your thigh immediately to hold it there as he manages to thrust in deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry out as you feel your back arch in pleasure. It felt like fire was going through your veins as the pleasure becomes more intense, your walls clench around his cock as they rub against all the right spots inside you. “Miinnnhhooo!” You push your head back against the tiled wall as you feel a tingling sensation going up your legs and up your spine. His other hand grips your hip and positions you in such a way that each time he would thrust into you, his pubic bone would hit your clit. “MINHO!”

“Fuck, do it again, fuck, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulse around his cock. Your breathing was speeding up, and you could feel the tightening feeling inside you only becoming more intense as the seconds went by. “Fuck, yes, again!”

“MINHO!” You cry out. You were on the edge of pleasure, your mind was spinning, and you were seeing stars once again, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your lids shut in complete bliss. “FUCK!” You scratch at his back as you feel the tension suddenly snap inside you, your mind falls into the clouds and your body feels like it was floating through the high. “MINHO, MINHO, MINHOOOO!” He could feel your walls clenching around him, milking his cock for an orgasm, and milking him to fill you with his load.

“Fuck, yes, fuck, more…” He groans as his hips snap forward. His balls tighten, and he feels a heartbeat starting to form in the head of his cock. “Fuck, fuck, Y/n, baby…” He closes his eyes as he feels his high getting closer. His movements were getting sloppy and uneven as he was chasing after his high.

“MIINHHOO!” You moan while going through your high. “Minhhhooo, fuck, fuck, so good, oh, my fucking…” Your grip on his hair tightens as you pull on it. “FUCK!” His head drops to the crook of your neck, and you could hear him grunting right into your neck as he rolls his hips into yours. “Fuck!”

“Fuck… I’m gonna… fuck,” He groans. His grip on your thigh and hip tightens before you feel his hips moving rapidly into yours. “Yyyy/nnnn,” You were slowly coming down from your high when you feel his load spilling into you, and him rocking his hips into yours to ease himself through his high and at the same time get you through yours.

“Fuck, Minho, fuck…” You moan and open your eyes. You blink rapidly to adjust your vision before loosening your grip on his hair and his back. “So good, baby, it feels so good when you do this to me…” His hips slow down before completely stopping against yours, you both breathe in loudly as you try to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. “You okay?” You gently play with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Hmm…” He hums and pulls his head away from your neck. “I’m good, more than good,” He looks at your face and gives you a lazy smile. “And you, are you okay?” He carefully lowers your leg and slides halfway out from you, making you take in a shuddering breath.

“All good,” You gasp out. He leans his head closer to yours, and leans his forehead against yours, making sure your noses are brushing together. You could feel his breath against your lips before you tilt your head and press your lips against his, softly kissing him. He slowly backs up and pulls you away from the wall and underneath the shower head, water quickly rushes onto your head and slips between your bodies, his hand moves to cup your ass before he pulls away from the kiss.

“Let me wash you,” He mutters and pulls his head out from underneath the water. You pull your head away from underneath the shower head and tighten your grip on him. “I need to go get the soap.”

“Let me wash you too,” You whisper. “It’s only fair if you wash me, then I wash you,” He nods his head, knowing this is an argument he won’t win if he started one. “Okay, then you can go get the soap,” You release the hold on , andand he takes a step back, you move your body underneath the water to let it run over you and wash some of the sweat coating your skin off. “Can we get a punching bag for you at home?”

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[lixiepixiedust]

Soft Hours

Hi guys! This is my first oneshot on tumblr! I have been writing for quite a while now but only on wattpad but I found that it might be a good idea to switch to tumblr since i love the community and it's just easier to get around 😭 i'm still getting used to how the tumblr post format works but hope you enjoy!

pairing — idol!lee know x f!reader

word count — 1.5k

warnings — she/her reader, fluff,

summary — Minho, a dedicated K-pop idol, finds comfort and love in the midst of his demanding schedule as he spends a relaxing evening with his gf.

11:30 PM:

With beads of sweat glistening on his furrowed brow, Minho stood back up to continue with the final dance of the day. A brief, pause of merely five seconds allowed him to catch his breath and refocus. The dimly lit dance studio echoed with the rhythm of the music.

The group was in the midst of promoting their upcoming comeback, intensifying their already tight schedules. The pressure was palpable, driving them to extend their practice sessions. As Lee Know danced, he felt the familiar strain in his muscles and the fatigue settling into his bones as his chest throbbed with a dull ache

Every beat of the music seemed to resonate with his heartbeat as he pushed through the routine. During his solo parts, he usually blended singing with his dance, but today, the exhaustion held him back. Despite the physical toll, he powered through, shirt clinging to his body, soaked with sweat.

When the final notes of the song faded into the silence of the studio, Minho collapsed onto the cool floor, breaths coming in ragged gasps. He hated the feeling of wearing himself out, yet he somewhat loved it. He sat up, running a trembling hand through his sweat-soaked hair.

He made his way to the counter, gathering his belongings. He pushed hair back and slipped on his baseball cap. As he exited the dance studio, his manager was waiting, ready to take him home.

"You ready to go?" the manager asked, receiving a nod from Lee Know.

They stepped out of the building and headed towards the car. The cool night air greeted them as they left the parking lot and merged onto the highway.

"Are you going home today?" the manager inquired, and Lee Know responded with a shake of his head. His manager understood immediately that it meant he would be driving to your house instead of his dorm.

They drove through the city, the hum of the engine providing a rhythmic backdrop to their thoughts. Silence enveloped the car, broken only by the occasional sound of tires against the road.

"How was practice?" the manager asked, attempting to strike a conversation. However, the question was met with the quiet embrace of slumber. Glancing at the rearview mirror, the manager saw Minho in a peaceful sleep, head resting against the window.

As the clock neared 7, the familiar turns in the road signaled their proximity to your house. Minho slowly opened his eyes and sat up straight, recognising the feeling of driving in your neighbourhood.

The manager parked the car right before your driveway, and Minho unbuckled his seatbelt, preparing to step out. He looked at the manager and sincerely said, "Thank you for driving me."

The manager nodded, a warm smile on his face. "Always," he replied.

With a grateful nod, he opened the car door and stepped out into the quiet night.

Y/n's POV:

I was laying on the couch, engrossed in my college assignment. As I delved into my studies, the familiar hum of an engine reached my ears, a sound that instantly made my heart skip a beat.

I glanced towards the window, recognizing the sound immediately. It was the distinctive rumble of the manager's car pulling up to the curb. My face lit up with a smile, a mixture of excitement and relief flooding over me. He was here.

Quickly gathering my papers and textbooks, I set them aside, eager to greet him. The engine noise faded as the car was parked, and a few moments later, I heard the front door open.

Minho walked in, his face painted with exhaustion, and it was clear that today had taken its toll on him. Even though it was only 7 in the evening, the day had left him drained. His eyes struggled to stay open, and weariness weighed down his usually lively demeanor.

I watched as he eased himself onto the couch, fatigue evident in every movement. I could see the lines of exhaustion on his face. It was a reminder of the dedication and hard work that went into being an idol, especially during promotions and comebacks.

"Long day, huh?" I said softly, moving closer.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue as he laid his head in my lap.

"You've been working so hard. I'm proud of you."

He managed a tired smile, appreciating the encouragement. "Thanks, it means a lot."

I decided to make the evening as relaxing as possible for him. "I assume you haven't eaten yet. How about I make you something? It might help you unwind."

Minho nodded, and I got up to make some food, letting him settle and rest. 

I filled a pot with water, set it on the stovetop, and turned up the heat to bring it to a boil.I glanced into the pantry and spotted some dry pasta. I tossed some into the pot, allowing it to cook and soften in the boiling water. In the fridge, I found some tomatoes and ground meat so I quickly chopped the tomatoes and cooked them in a separate pan, letting them simmer to make sauce. The ground meat sizzled as it cooked, filling the kitchen with an enticing aroma.

Once the pasta was cooked, I drained it and combined it with the tomato sauce and ground meat mixture. To add a comforting finishing touch, I grated some cheese and sprinkled it over the assembled ingredients. 

While preparing the meal for about a half an hour, I didn't realize how the time had flown, and I wondered how Minho was doing. With the pasta dish ready, I filled two plates and I made my way over to the couch, where Minho was seated. I got to the couch and noticed that Minho had dozed off. Smiling at the sight, I decided to let him rest. Careful not to disturb him, I placed the plates on the coffee table and covered him with a soft blanket, making sure he was comfortable.

As I leaned down to tuck him in, I planted a kiss on his lips. To my surprise, it stirred him from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light, and a warm smile spread across his face.

"Hey there," I greeted softly, a smile mirroring his own.

"Hey," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of sleepiness and joy.

Minho leaned in and gently kissed me back, his lips soft and warm.

As we pulled away, our eyes still locked, there was a warmth and contentment that enveloped us. 

"Should we eat?" I asked him, and he nodded quickly. 

"I'm starving. Thanks for cooking tonight, babe." He appreciated the effort, and a made me happy to have prepared a meal for him, especially knowing that he was usually the one cooking

"We make a great team in the kitchen," he added with a grin, acknowledging that we're both good chefs. It was a nice change for me to be the one cooking, giving him a break and a chance to enjoy a meal I had prepared.

As we chatted and enjoyed our meal, Minho pulled out his phone and started showing me some footage from their practice earlier in the day. We both laughed at the video where he caught Jisung tripped and fell while dancing. He often showed me this practice videos of dancing and singing, knowing that I would always give him honest and constructive feedback.

"I value your opinion a lot," Minho once told me, a sincerity in his eyes that meant the world to me. "You understand the art, and I know you'll tell me what I need to hear, not just what I want to hear."

Whenever he had a new routine or a song to practice, he would come to me, eager for my thoughts. We would spend hours together, dissecting every move, every note, and discussing ways to improve his performance.

After we washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen, we made ourselves two comforting cups of tea. We went upstairs to my bedroom and changed into our pajamas after placing the mugs on the nightstands. We snuggled under the soft blankets of the bed, the warmth enveloping us, and settled in to watch our favorite show on Netflix.

Minho wrapped his arm around me, and I cuddled against him, feeling the comforting beat of his heart. It was a peaceful and intimate moment, surrounded by the glow of the screen and the biggest light turned off.

As the show played on, our laughter and quiet conversations filled the room. In that moment, we were exactly where we wanted to be. 

In the soft moonlight that bathed the room, I looked up at Minho and I pressed my lips against his, a gentle and tender kiss that conveyed all the love and warmth I felt for him.

Minho responded, his love mirroring mine, as he lowered himself to my level. His hands found their place on my waist, gently pulling me closer as our lips met in a sweet and loving kiss. 

As we pulled away, our foreheads touched, and we exchanged a warm and knowing smile. In each other's eyes, we found the reassurance of a love that was pure and true, a love that made every day a blessing.

"I love you so much," Minho whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too," I replied softly, my heart swelling. 

With those words hanging in the air, we put the laptop away and drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace.

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[blu-joons]

He Comes Home To You After An Argument ~ Lee Minho

A sigh came from you as you dropped down on your sofa, reminding yourself of just how empty your apartment was. Whilst you finished your work, your mind was clear, but as soon as you came back, you were reminded that Minho was nowhere to be found.

Your argument was a little hazy in the back of your mind, the source something that you had forgotten about. Everything seemed to escalate, and before you knew it your hand was against the small of Minho’s back ushering him towards the door.

He didn’t quite know what had gone on either as he walked out of the door, taking a chilly breath in amongst the winter breeze. It was cold and it was uncomfortable for him, but Minho knew that on the other side of the door you needed some time to calm down after everything.

Unlike you though, Minho could remember exactly why the argument started, and that reason was him. His mouth had runaway from him as he came home from work, as usual, taking the stress of it all out on you without even realising he was doing it.

He couldn’t blame you for fighting back, he couldn’t blame either of you for escalating things when you both just tried to stand your ground and not let the other walk all over you by shouting.

Before he knew it, he was in the middle of the city walking around as Minho tried his best to judge how long to give things before heading home. His footsteps led him, his mind elsewhere, looking around the city at the various things that were going on, admiring the hustle despite how cold the weather was getting outside.

The only thing that brought him back to the real world was the wave of an old woman in front of his face, stopping him in his tracks. Her hand pointed across to her flower stall that was on the corner of the street, offering him the chance to take a look.

As she showed him around, the corners of Minho’s mouth quickly turned up. With what was left of the money in his wallet after the day, he bought the biggest bouquet that he possibly could, throwing in a tip too as the woman seemed to solve part of Minho’s problem.

With the flowers in hand, Minho turned back around and started walking back along the path that he had already walked down. It was instinct in him to know the way, finding his feet carrying him in the direction of your apartment without even needing to give it any thought.

Once he was there, a cautious knock at the door followed, impatiently standing as he waited to hear your footsteps. The sound of the lock turning made Minho jump, extending his hand forwards just as the door opened up.

“What are you doing?” You sighed as you peered around the door, unable to see Minho through the flowers before you.

“I’m saying sorry,” Minho simply replied to you, moving the flowers down so that he was able to see you. “I shouldn’t have started the argument with you earlier, it was stupid, but for some reason I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Your head nodded in agreement with Minho, slowly stepping back and opening up the door to your home. Minho took that as a sign to walk in, taking cautious steps as he moved through into the living room, with you following behind him.

“These are for you,” he told you once you were beside him, holding the flowers out once again, letting go once your hand was around the stems.

You couldn’t help but smile at the warming colours of the flowers in the bunch, bringing them underneath your nose. Apology flowers were never something that you received from Minho, but they certainly let you know just how bad he felt.

“These are nice,” you told Minho.

The smile on his face grew as he quickly realised that the flowers had gone part of the way to apologising to you. There was still plenty that needed to be talked about, but if nothing else, the flowers definitely softened the blow.

Although at times Minho liked to think that arguments weren’t his fault, this time around he knew he was the one to blame. You had done nothing, as you usually seemed to do, even if he didn’t want to necessarily admit that things weren’t your fault.

“I’m really sorry for taking things out on you, it was unfair on you,” Minho whispered, “no matter how hard I work, I shouldn’t let that frustration out here.”

“I was trying to help you earlier, trying to be nice to you.”

Minho nodded in agreement with you, knowing that all you tried to do was be there for him. Things always got taken out on those closest to him, he expected people to just take it, but unfortunately for Minho he had taken things too far tonight.

A sigh came from him as you continued to stare down at the bouquet of flowers. “Have you got a vase to put those in?” He timidly asked, wary about changing the subject.

“I’m sure I’ve got one somewhere.���

There was still a slight tension between the two of you as you walked into the kitchen, finding a vase in one of the cupboards as Minho followed behind you.

“I really am sorry,” Minho told you once again as you started busying yourself tidying up the flowers in your hands. “I promise that I’m going to try and get better at not getting angry, especially when I’m around you too.”

“Minho, you don’t need to keep apologising,” you smiled back across at him. “I know that you’re sorry, I know that it was a mistake too. I mean you bought me flowers, that tells me just how sorry you are this time around.”

His head nodded as you filled up the vase with some water, carefully filling it so that it didn’t end up drowning the flowers that Minho had bought you.

“Is this what it takes to get you to know that I’m sorry? Will I have to keep buying you flowers from now on when we argue?”

“The flowers were certainly a nice touch.”

You couldn’t deny that you were impressed by Minho’s sudden gesture, not expecting it from him at all. He had tried his best to impress you, to let you see how remorseful he was, and although you tried to hide it a little, you were definitely touched by what he had done.

And as you placed the flowers into the vase after trimming the stems, you knew that they were going to be the perfect addition to your home for a while.

“I hate arguing with you,” Minho told you as he met your eyes, “we’re supposed to enjoy ourselves and laugh together.”

“Then stop being a stroppy bugger when you come home from work,” you teased in reply to him, “relax, like I try to get you to do.”

His head nodded once more as he moved around the table to where you stood, draping his arm over your shoulders, feeling your head rest down against his shoulder.

“I’m still sorry,” Minho told you once again, wanting to make sure that you knew just how apologetic he was.

Your hand hit gently against his chest, “you can stop saying sorry, you’ve already buttered me up enough by buying me flowers.”

“I’ll definitely have to remember flowers for next time,” he joked.

“I’ll expect them every single time now.”

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Masterlist

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[miniversse]

⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

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it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

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[biniminisblog]

easy | lee minho oneshot

pairing: lee minho x reader

prompt: “did i do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” “just… because.” link to post here

genre: angst, fluff at the end, nonidol!au, kinda grumpy x sunshine, friends to lovers

word count: 1.6k

a/n: …idk what i wrote lmao. this is what happens when im in my missing minho hours. anw as always if you liked it pls reblog, comment, or send an ask and share your thoughts and feedback! also thank you to @dumplingsjinson for the prompt that inspired me to write this!

minho hates you. he hates you for making him fall in love with you. this wasn’t supposed to happen. this was all your fault. yes, your stupid smile and your stupid laugh and the way your eyes twinkle every time you look at him is the reason why he’s currently spiralling from his emotions.

despite his aloof attitude towards you, there was never a day where you failed to annoy him, even in the slightest. before, it was easy to just brush you off every time you try to get his attention. so easy to ignore the members whenever they talk about you. everything was easy back then. why couldn’t you just take the hint?

when you greet him enthusiastically so early in the morning, which he would usually just roll his eyes at, now makes his heart beat faster than it should have. and unlike before, his attention would instantly be diverted to the person who so much as just mentions your name.

he’s actually starting to think he likes spending more time with you, and not just as friends anymore. which is why he stopped hanging out with you. so when you suddenly appear before him outside of his apartment at eight pm on a friday, he knew he was fucked.

“hey…” you greeted him, and minho notices you slightly shiver from the cold. he gently grabs your arm and pulls you inside so you both don’t suffer from the harsh weather. after he closes the door, he turns to see that you were already sitting comfortably on his couch. another reason why he hates you is because of all the fond memories you both shared on that same damn couch. movie nights and cuddling were only some of the things he despised, recalling those memories where his heart fluttered the most.

“so, uhm, it’s been a while huh?” you lightly chuckle, but it was different to the usual joyful tone it had. now it seem more dejected. “you haven't been answering my calls lately, is there something wrong?”

he didn’t know how to answer that because yes something was wrong, but not in the way you think. he just settled with a simple shake of his head and plops down on the couch next to the one you were sitting on. it was hard not to notice the amount of space between the two of you, however the both of you don’t mention it.

“don’t worry about it, i was just busy so i couldn’t answer your calls.” to further prove his claim, he points to the copious amounts of paperwork stacked on top of each other on the coffee table. it was true that he was busy with work, but he always made time for you despite that. though he didn’t know that his feelings for you would be deeper than just a friend he would occasionally be annoyed at.

“minho, i’m not stupid. i know you’re ignoring me.” of course you’d catch on immediately, it was you after all.

“well if you knew that, then why are you here?” minho’s words come out a lot meaner than he expected, and he immediately regrets it once he sees the look of hurt flash in your eyes.

“sorry, it’s just that a lot has been going on lately and i—”

“did I do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” you cut him off, feeling frustrated at your friend’s lack of communication. you start to stand up from the couch to get closer to him, but minho was two steps ahead as he gets up first and heads to his kitchen. you follow him there and see that he took out a glass and poured himself some water to drink. you’re not sure why, but you think it’s just to prolong him from answering your question.

“minho please, i miss you! i miss hanging out with my friend, don’t you miss me too?” you plead, and minho’s facade breaks. his eyes soften and he puts the glass down so could walk closer to you. he stops right in front of you and moves his hand to caress your hair. you lean in to his touch, already missing the way his fingers would comb your hair soothingly. minho just smiles at your reaction before pulling away slowly.

“of course i miss you yn,”

“everything was fine so why are you doing this? why are you avoiding me?” yes, everything was fine and easy until you decided to mess with his heart. but you didn’t know that.

“just… because.” you scoff at his explanation, resisting the urge to smack him for not giving you a clear answer.

“because what minho? am i too annoying for you? do i talk too loudly? what is it minho!? i can’t take this any more, i thought we were friends—”

“and that’s exactly why!” you stop, and minho takes this as an opportunity to finally let it out.

“the reason why i stopped hanging out with you is because i don’t want to be friends anymore! don’t you see yn? i like you! hell, i’m in love with you! but i don’t want to be because i know you don't feel the same way. i mean, why would you? all i do is just say mean things to you.” minho breathes out a sigh and watches as you take in all the words he just said. however, he was too scared of your rejection, so he moved past you and headed towards the living room. you were still too stunned to move so you stay rooted in the kitchen.

“please just forget everything i just told you and i promise i won't ignore you anymore.” minho almost raps as he maneuvers his way towards the coffee table and he distracts himself by arranging his paperwork. some part of him wants you to just accept that and go home, but the other, more hopeful side, wishes for you not to forget and return his feelings too.

when you arrive at the living room, you see minho crouched down beside the coffee table. you quickly grab his arm, startling him from the sudden contact. you pull him up and give him time to regain his balance before giving your side.

“what if i don’t wanna forget?” minho only looks confused, so you elaborate further. “what if i don’t wanna forget that you like me? what if i like you too, have you ever considered that?”

you almost laugh at the comedic look on minho’s face as his eyes suddenly widen in shock. you don’t, instead you grab his chin and pull him down towards you. your lips touched and it was still for a moment before he finally kissed you back. only then do you both pull away from lack of oxygen. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer and you rest your forehead against each other’s.

“so… does this mean we’re dating now?”

“do friends go around kissing each other like that?” you quirk an eyebrow and minho shakes his head at your sarcasm. it seems like he’s finally rubbing off on you.

“no they don’t.”

“good, ‘cause i don’t want you kissing your friends like that.” you both laugh and minho lifts you off the ground to spin you around, causing you to squeal in surprise.

“for the record, i don’t want you kissing your friends like that either.” after putting you down, minho gives you his signature smirk before kissing you once more and wrapping you up in a hug.

“and to answer your question, i’m in love with you too. so yes, we are dating.” you can’t stop grinning as minho continues to hug you, but he abruptly pulls away, causing you to look at him with confusion written in your features. he suddenly seems anxious, but he collects himself and takes a deep breath before talking.

“i’m just going to have to warn you that i may not be the best boyfriend in the world. i get moody a lot and say a lot of sarcastic things that may come off as rude. there are also times where i—“ he stops rambling after he hears laughter coming from you. he gives you a look that resembles an offended cat and you all but acknowledge it as you wipe away the tear that came out of your eye.

you cradle minho’s face with both of your hands, and he looks at you with such pureness in his big eyes that you can’t help but fall in love with him more.

“minho, i already know that you are all of those things, yet i still stuck around because i love you despite all of that, and i will continue to do so until you run out of snarky things to say,” you tease, and it gets a small smile from him.

“you’re right. if you were tired of me, you would’ve already dropped me while we were still friends.” minho jokes and you hum in response, giving him a peck to his cheek. you intertwine your fingers with his and with your other hand, run your fingers through his hair. “yes now stop worrying about that, you still owe me all the movie nights we missed because you’re an idiot.”

minho only replies with a laugh, silently agreeing that he is indeed an idiot. it surprises him how easily you break him free of his worries. and that despite everything that just happened, you still manage to crack his walls. but he guesses that’s how love works, it makes everything so much easier.

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[mixtape-0325]

Minho is the type to watch you touch yourself in your room, maybe even humping your pillow, making sure you realise its a punishment when he starts taking off his belt to pull his own cock out. He would jerk off so eagerly to you showing off, telling you all kinds of things he'd love you to show him right now, but never letting you get your release yourself.

Minho is the type to wrap his hand around your throat during sex, squeezing just a little too hard whenever he gets overly-excited about your gasps for air and the way you clench around his cock. He would cum so hard, and his hips remaining so sharp and rough you can't help but squirt all over his cock.

Minho is the type to insist you sit on his lap during the many parties you attend together, always finding a way to slip his hand under your skirt and finger you. It's become so normal that all his friends already know about his little urge, sometimes watching from afar as you moan into your boyfriend neck from pleasure.

Minho is the type to agree to a threesome with another guy, most likely one of his close friends. You love watching him take another guy's cock, all while his eyes are on you and his hand is reached out to touch your clit at the same time. He gets so jealous when the guy kisses you he goes even harder on you when it's his own turn to fuck you. Let alone after, when it's only you two again.

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[ihave-atummyache]

tsundere

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: some tsundere moments with the boys

18+ !! Mature themes and suggestive content

-OT8

6.5k words

Bang Chan:

Before you ever even talked to Chan, you had a preconceived idea of him because of all the rumors surrounding his aura and persona by people who had never actually spoken a word to him.

You thought he was cold, standoffish, kind of scary, and a bit unapproachable, just as everyone else did. However, at a gathering with a few mutual friends, you found yourself with Chan beside the snack table and you could not have been more wrong. He was beyond kind to you and this was the first time you had ever even had a conversation with the handsome man.

All it took was this one conversation for you to absolutely fall head over heels for the man and you quickly exchanged numbers. One thing led to another and here you are, dating the absolute love of your life.

Everyone around the two of you, upon finding out you were seeing each other, were quite confused to say the least. You are known for being swwer and liked by everyone upon first meeting them. To everyone on the outside, you and Chan seemed like polar opposites. They assumed he was the tsundere boyfriend type and had impure thoughts of corrupting your image or other ulterior motives.

They figured he was using you for his own lustful desires and had no intentions of caring for you.

If only they had seen him outside of the environment that the two of you were associated with. You were often seen at parties and other get togethers, hanging out with friends. If they had seen him outside these social settings, they would he shocked.

Standing in line at the coffee shop? His hand was placed in your back pocket. Walking down the road in autumn? He had your hand interlocked with his own and had the bundle stuffed into his hoodie pocket, of course.

One night, he is throwing a party at his house and invites all of your and his friends to the get together. You run out of drinks and snacks much quicker than you initially anticipated and offer to go to the store and grab some more before it gets too late. Chan seems a bit reluctant to let you go which is perceived as possessiveness by the ones looking in, instead it was just concern for you walking alone.

"I don't mind walking with Y/n," your friend speaks up from the couch, a random man clinging on to her that you can only assume she was trying to escape from. "Perfect. Let's go," you reply and she quickly joins you.

"I'll be right back!" You assure to Hyunjin before walking out the door, assuming he would relay the message to you protective and concerned boyfriend. You step out the door and start down the hallway with your friend.

"You just saved me and you don't even know!" your friend grabs your arm and shakes it and you laugh but before you can even respond you feel your phone vibrating in your hand. You look at the screen and see Chan calling.

"Yes?" You answer the phone in a sing-song voice. You hear a little bit of shuffling on the other end and the faint music from the apartment in the background, as well as still being able to hear it since you were only a few steps away from the apartment.

"Baby, you didn't tell me you were leaving. You didn't even give me a goodbye kiss," you can practically hear the pout on Chan's face. You feel a small blush on your face as your shocked friend listens to your 'tsundere' boyfriend on the other end.

"Chris, I haven't even made it down the hall yet," you complain and place a hand on your hip before continuing, "Open the door, you big baby," you continue and turn around to head back towards his apartment. Before you can even take a step, his apartment door is swinging opening.

"One sec," you mumble to your friend and rush back to the apartment door, your sweet puppy dog of a boyfriend waiting for you with a pout on his perfect lips.

"Hi," you smile as you approach him and gently place your hand on the side of his face, bringing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, slightly longer than a peck, but not long enough to embarrass you.

His hands rest on your lower back and he leans in, placing another quick kiss to your lips before pulling back and rubbing his nose against yours, causing you to scrunch your face.

"Hurry back. I miss you already," he complains and you roll your eyes at his cute clinginess. "Yes sir. I won't be long," you reassure him and pull his hands off your back. He grabs your hand and places a quick kiss to your knuckles before letting you back away from him.

You give your precious boyfriend one more smile before jogging back to your friend, waiting for you with her jaw practically on the ground. “Don't forget those drinks Jisung likes! He said you would know what he's talking about!" You hear him yell behind you and you hold out a thumbs up without turning around.

"Why do you look so shocked?" you approach your friend and she blinks at you a few times before closing her mouth. "Why do I look so shocked?!" she exclaims and grabs you by your shoulders before continuing, "I just found out your tsundere boyfriend is actually the biggest golden retriever boyfriend I have ever seen in my life!" She practically yells and you can't help the laughter that falls from your lips.

Lee Know:

You walk into the waiting room of the venue and see the back of your boyfriend's, Lee Know's, head sitting on a black leather couch. You walk up behind him and scratch his head gently. He leans into your touch, knowing it was you without having to look at you.

You circle the couch and sit next to him, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged. You scoot an inch closer to him and allow your knee to rest on top of his thigh.

"Hi evil bunny," you tease and he rolls his eyes, allowing his hand to find its way to your knee and rubbing shapes absentmindedly as you pull your phone out. It was only the two of you in the room and you were both enjoying the comfortable silence.

Before you could enjoy it too much, however, you hear the familiar loud echo of the rest of his bandmates' voices coming down the hall and towards the room. They boom into the room, singing God knows what and all start to gather in the seats around you.

"Hi, y/n," Han plops himself down on the opposite side of you and lays his head on your shoulder.

"Hi, Hannie," you reply and reach up, patting him gently on the cheek before continuing on your phone. He lets out a deep sigh before finishing his thoughts.

"Can you kill your boyfriend for me?" He speaks up again and you let out a chuckle.

"Yes of course. What did he do this time?" you inquire and lock your phone, placing it down on your lap. "Wow. You agree before even knowing why? Having a tsundere boyfriend must suck more than I realize," Han comments and Minho scoffs beside you.

"He made us practice sooooo late last night and we have a show tonight and I'm beyond tired," Han complains and Minho finally speaks up for the first time since the boys have entered the room, "Han Jisung, I did not make you stay up for an extra three hours playing that stupid game," he replies simply and Han sits up, letting out a dramatic gasp before slouching in the seat and letting his head rest on the back of the couch.

"I don't think he's a tsundere anymore, Hannie hyung. I think y/n broke him," Jeongin speaks up and everyone turns to look at him. He tilts his head towards the two of you and the room all observes your boyfriend rubbing your knee before he stops abruptly, pushing your legs. This causes them to uncross and your feet land back on the ground.

"Hey!" you object but its too late. You have already ruined his tsundere reputation and now he has to be a pouty kitty about it. "I'm not turning soft. She's just so obsessed with me that if I don't give her attention she complains," he insists to the room and you can't help the small giggle that escapes as you unlock your phone again and go straight to your camera roll.

"Unlock your phone, Ji," you turn to him quietly and he obeys, unlocking his phone without asking any questions. He gets an airdrop notification from you and has to cover his mouth to prevent the laugh from escaping when he sees the photo.

It's a picture of Minho laying between your legs, his cheek pressed to your stomach and his arms wrapped around your torso. You lean over to Han and whisper so only he can hear, "But I'm the clingy one right?" you whisper and he lets out a chuckle before leaning over to you and glancing at your phone. You open the album labelled "my evil bunny" and start to scroll through.

He clicks on a mirror picture of the two of you in the full body mirror in a dressing room and Minho had his entire arm wrapped around your leg, his other hand on his phone. You obviously were just trying to take a picture in the dress to probably send to your best friend. You know for a fact he doesn't know this photo exists.

You click the arrow to air drop it to Jisung for blackmail and notice that Seungmin's airdrop was on as well and before you could stop him, Jisung airdropped it to his younger friend who immediately accepts it.

This carries on for a few minutes until all of the members have at least one photo or video of Minho being insanely clingy and sweet to you.

"Okay I can't stand it anymore!" Minho's voice is slightly louder than normal. "What is everyone giggling about?" He demands and throws his hands in the air. Chan is the first one to turn his phone around and show his new lock screen, a picture of his younger member with lipstick kiss marks all over his face and his cheeks and ears blushing like crazy.

His face immediately matches the blush in the photo and he turns his head to you quickly.

"Karma, baby," You stand quickly and run out of the room before he can get his hands on you.

"Y/n-ah!"

Changbin:

You had been extra needy for your boyfriend's attention since yesterday but he wasn't giving you the time of day. He had gotten home the night before from a recording session and apparently he didn't sound as good as he wanted himself to (you assured him he sounded great, as always, but he did not listen). You could tell all morning that something was up with him. This session seemed to really have gotten to him and you wanted to do whatever you could to make him happy.

Which is how you ended up where you are now.

At the gym, sweating your ass off.

You do your last rep and stand up to let Changbin take your place on the bench and do his next set. He replaces the weights you had with the weights that suited him best and lays down to do his own bench press.

You spot him but by spot him, you just kind of stand at his head and stare at his chest and arms on every rep he does, trying your best not to let your wetness seep through your leggings. You bite the inside of your cheek to try to keep yourself sane.

You can't help it! How would everyone else feel if their insanely hot, talented, and appealing boyfriend was working out one of his best assets right in front of their eyes! (changbitties) Especially since you had been so needy for him and he barely even cuddled you all night!

You bite your lip as he re-racks the the bar. He stands silently, unusual for him, and moves to the machine next to you, which is one of your favorite because not only does he look so good doing it, but it also gives you a decent and noticeable bicep pump.

After you complete your first two sets, you can't help but look at yourself in the mirror and pull the headphones off your head. You wave to catch your boyfriends attention before he starts his next set. He pulls his own head phones off as he sits down in the machine seat.

"Baby, look at this pump," You comment and flex in the mirror. You turn and flex again, observing your biceps in the mirror, pressing on the muscle with your other hand.

"Mm," he hums in response and you pout at his response, he didn't even pretend to indulge you. He pulls his headphones back on and you know he doesn't mean it, he's just in the zone and has been in a mood. Still! You can’t help wanting a compliment on your muscles.

"How tsundere of you," You mumble and he stops right before he starts his set, letting out a low chuckle. "I can read your lips sweetheart," He raises his eyebrows at you and you cross your arms over your chest at him, rolling your eyes before sticking your tongue out at him. He smiles at the childish gesture a taps your foot with his own.

"Your pump looks very good, my dear," He says in a sarcastic tone but you shake your head. You don't even want to hear it anymore. The moment has passed so it doesn't have the same effect on you. He finishes his set and pulls his headphones off his head at the same time you pull yours back on and take his spot, pressing play on your music again.

You could see out the corner of your eye that he was talking to you but you ignored him as you completed your own set. After completing your last rep, he pulls your headphones off your head to force you to listen to him.

"Now who is being a tsundere?" he questions and you swat his hand away to pull your headphones back on but he doesn't let go.

"Do you want to go do leg press so I can compliment your glute pump?" he offers and you perk up at this. A small smile gracing your face and he can't help pinching your cheek.

It always gets you excited to do legs and glutes with your boyfriend especially when you're supposed go be doing upper body. Let's be honest, legs and glutes are just so much more fun!

He pulls you to your feet and presses a quick kiss to your lips before placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you in the direction of the other side of the gym.

"Come on," he starts walking towards the leg machines and you follow happily behind him, not before stopping and flexing in the mirror again.

Hyunjin:

You walk into Hyunjin's art room and plop yourself down on the couch, taking note of your boyfriend jumping at the sound of your body making contact with the fabric. He had to be extremely focused to not have even noticed you walk into the room.

You stare at the side of his face for a while. His long hair was pulled back into a bun to prevent it from falling in his face and you let out a sigh. He really is so pretty. You keep staring at him, waiting for him to finally turn and give you his attention but after a few minutes, you cave and talk to him first.

"Whatcha doooooing?" you drawl out and he glances over at you before dipping his brush back into some paint and continuing what he was doing.

"Jinnieeee," you whine out when he doesn't reply to you and you throw your head over the arm of the couch, looking at your long haired boyfriend from a new upside down angle. One you had never seen him from before but he looks stunning nonetheless.

"Babyyyyy," you try again, but to no avail.

"My love, my prince, my favorite person in the whole entire universe who has my entire heart and I can't stand to live without and can make me-"

"What baby! Yes, y/n. What do you need from me??" he interrupts you, annoyance in his tone but he doesn’t look up from the painting he's doing.

"I don't like you ignoring me, Jinnie," you reply in a slightly bratty tone. He lets out a sigh and lets silence linger in the air for a few moments but decides it would be best to yield to you if he had any intentions of finishing what he was doing and not getting completely distracted by you.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He answers your previous question with another question and you roll your eyes.

"I'm boooored," you complain to him and he lets out another sigh. You let your eyes drift to the canvas that he has his brush stroking across. The colors all look a little too familiar.

You sit up, the blood rushing back to your extremities, and look at the incomplete painting a bit more closely. The flowers, the trees, even the clouds in the sky all look familiar before it clicks.

"Are you painting our lunch date we went on?" You inquire and stand up, walking over to your boyfriend who locks his phone as you walk over and you tangle your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck.

"No, ma'am," he replies, dismissively, and leans into your touch slightly. "I guess you did serve a purpose coming in here though. You broke my focus and made me realize how much I have to pee," He stands and walks towards the bathroom. You can't help the curiosity and reach for his phone, unlocking it and it opens right up to the reference picture for the painting.

You had taken pictures on this date and posted them on social media but the photo he had pulled up, this was the first time you had ever seen it. It was a photo of you, your body was facing sideways and your side profile was captured perfectly in the light. You were holding one of the yellow wildflowers in your hand and you had a white one tucked behind your ear.

He had taken a picture of you that you never knew about and your heart flutters at the whole situation. You can't even begin to try to hide the grin that spreads across your face.

He had taken a photo of you and thought it was pretty enough to make into a painting. You felt the back of your eyes burn slightly, the tears wanted to fall so badly at the sweet gesture from your boyfriend.

He always has such interesting ways of showing you his love and affection towards you, but he had never painted you. Sure, he had sketched you hundreds of times but it never made it onto a true canvas and the thought of it makes your heart swell five times.

"Happy?" Hyunjin's voice sounds from behind you. His hand strokes the back of your head, scratching your scalp slightly. You turn to him, his face only a few inches from you. He wanted to be a tsundere boyfriend so bad but he truly is the biggest softie.

"Thank you, my love," You whisper as if someone else is listening to you. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"For?" He questions and you lean in pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "For loving me so much," You reply and lean in again to close the gap between the two of you. He really is too cute for his own good.

Han:

In this instance, it appears you would be the tsundere. But it was completely valid! All the cocky asshole does is constantly tease you. You believe that deep down, Han Jisung just truly enjoys getting a rise out of you.

Fortunately for him, and quite unfortunately for you, he knows exactly what buttons to press to really piss. You. Off.

"Do you like me better with black or blonde hair?" Han turns his phone towards you, showing you a poll that a stay had posted of which hair color stays thought looked better on Han. You look up from your phone, blinking at the side by side photos a few times.

"They both suck," You reply before continuing on your phone.

"Well what color was my hair when you fell in love with me?" He speaks up without missing a beat, almost like he was expecting your answer. You let out a groan, letting your head fall back.

"Remind me to never compliment you again." You let out frustratedly. He was enjoying this game of teasing between the two of you far too much for your liking.

In a stupid drunken game a few nights ago, Changbin had asked you who out of the boys you thought was the most physically attractive.

"Oh Jisung, for sure," you answer without hesitation and throw another shot back, causing yelling and hooting to echo among everyone in the room, whether it is because your confession or the shot you just threw back, you have no idea.

"I don't know, princess. Seems like you really have the hots for Sungie, if you ask me," he shrugs, raising his eyebrows at you a few times before kicking his feet up on the coffee table. You roll your eyes at him for what feels like the millionth time just that day.

"Good thing I didn't ask you then, isn't it?" you reply and he laughs. "And don't call me that," you add on. Your heart already races when you're around him so the use of pet names does not help at all.

God, are you a sadist! What is with you enjoying this constant teasing and banter?! You had never been like this with anyone before but something about Han just really got to you, and he knows it.

"You don't like princess? What would you prefer? Baby? Honey? My love? Sweet girl-"

"Jisung stop!" You whine out, covering your ears quickly, feeling your face raise a hundred degrees in temperature. You can only assume you are beet red because of his assault on your heart strings.

You stand quickly, not being able to be in the same room with the man anymore. He had you wrapped right around his finger and you know that he knows it. Cocky bastard.

"Or is it that you like it too much, princess?" He speaks, standing as well to follow you into the kitchen, passing Felix sitting at the dining room table. He had hit the nail on the head but you would never let yourself admit that.

You groan again, throwing your hands in the air in frustration of not being able to get away from the man.

"Stop following me!" You exclaim as you reach the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and he leans against the counter. You glance over at Felix, his back turned to you and he was on his phone but he was likely listening to the two of you.

"I can't help it. You look so pretty from behind, princess," he was really milking this nickname and the effect it had on you was borderline embarrassing. "And this is my house," He continues and you let out an exasperated sigh.

"Bye, asshole," you start to push past him to go some where else, any where else. "Bye, princess," he replies lowly, almost seductively as you walk by him. He doesn't move out of your way and instead lets your body graze against his own, causing flames to ignite in your body and, unknown to you, his as well.

"Can you two just kiss already? Damn! I'm sick of the constant bickering and sexual tension between you two," Felix finally speaks up from his spot at the table, unable to hold it in anymore. "Are you both not sick of constantly pining after each other? It can't possibly be that entertaining," He stands from his spot and walks towards his room, leaving the awkward moment just as quickly as he created it.

You and Jisung just stand there in silence, staring at where Felix was sitting until Jisung clears his throat.

"He might be on to something," He speaks, nonchalantly and you snap your head towards him.

"Han Jisung!"

Felix:

Felix freezes again in the middle of the choreography , your eyes felt like they were boring into his skull, looking all the way at his brain. He groans, removing his hat and running a frustrated hand through his hair before putting the hat back on.

"Y/n, you have to stop looking at me. You're ruining my concentration," You blink up at Felix. He had invited you to come watch him dance for a stage that was coming up and needed an unfiltered and completely honest opinion about his dance.

However, it was not going according to plan. The two of you had been in the practice room for 45 minutes and he has yet to be able to make it through the entire dance without getting distracted by you.

"Isn’t my whole purpose of being here today to look at you though?" You stare up at him from your spot on the floor, your head falling into a tilt and Felix swears he could just melt into a puddle right there.

"Yes but stop looking at me like that," he comments and your eyebrows drop into confusion at your friend. You shake your head slightly, your lips parting.

"Lixie, I don't know what-"

"Never mind. Let me try it from the top again," he interrupts you before you continue and you nod eagerly as he walks back over to the computer to start the track over once again. Only 30 second into the dance though, he can't help his eyes falling to yours, big and glassy.

You were staring up at him so sweetly and he wanted nothing more than to see them water from how good he could make you feel...

But you are just friends so he can't help but turning to tsundere behaviors to try to gaslight himself into not daydreaming about burying himself in you every time he lays his eyes on you.

"Maybe I'm just too pretty," you tease, trying to ease the angry tension that had fallen due to his obvious frustration at not being able to get this dance down.

"It's because your eyes are boring so deep into my skull, I can feel them," he rejects your joking with an impatient tone and you tense up at the energy change. "Maybe it’s you who thinks I'm pretty," He rolls his eyes and turns back to the computer again to restart the music. "You're worse than Stays," he grumbles again as he almost reaches the computer.

You feel a slight pang in your chest at his words. It isn't that they're harsh but they are just so different from the Felix that you know and love and had surely fallen in love with.

"You're right. I do," you speak up right before he start the music and he freezes. You can see the back of his neck and ears gain a pink tint.

"Oh shut up," he replies and you can hear the slight smile in his voice. Bingo, you figured it out. You were making him nervous. You stand from your spot against the mirror and walk over to Felix.

He has in a sleeveless tank top and his shoulders, arms, and sides were basically completely exposed to you. You run your nails down the middle of his back gently, causing goosebumps to form over his shoulders and arms.

You lean in and press a kiss to the back of his exposed shoulder and he lets out a shaky breath before turning to face you. He grabs your wrist, pulling you into his body into a swift motion and you comply, pressing your chest to his. You push him back a step so he is pressed against the desk holding the computer, using your body weight to keep him in place.

You grab the brim of his hat, pulling it off his head and running your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. You lean into him, pulling by the back of his neck towards you until your foreheads are resting against each other.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask quietly, trying your best not to break the mood of the room. Instead of answering you, he closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. His hands find purchase on your hips as he deepens the kiss.

Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces and he feels all the tension slowly flow out of his body as his tongue explores your mouth. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours again.

"Do you want to know why I can't get this choreography right?" his fingers thread through the belt loops on either side of your jeans and you hum in response, prompting him to continue.

"I can't stop imagining how pretty you would look with your eyes filled with tears while I fuck you against the mirror," he breathes out and pulls you in to kiss you again before you even have time to process his words.

Seungmin:

You feel the chills form on your arms as you continue talking to Jeongin on the couch. You love coming and seeing the boys, especially since you have the biggest, fattest, stupidest crush on Kim Seungmin.

But, one thing you do not love about the boys house, is they keep it at a crisp 68° F (20° C), meaning that you were always cold at their house. You had left your sweat shirt in your car and we're too lazy to go all the way down to the parking lot to get it, especially as you and the youngest got into a conversation about a recent movie you had been watching.

"I don't know, Innie! I just really don't think he is that bad of a guy! I kind of understand where he is coming from," you defend the antagonist of the movie and sub consciously pull your arms tighter around yourself as Jeongin replies.

Seungmin enters the room and mutters something about ordering take out and it should be here in a little bit before heading back out the room. A few minutes later he returns and walks over to you on the couch.

"Here, stupid," he mumbles and tosses a piece of black fabric into your lap. You pick it up and look to notice that it is a hoodie of his and you look over at him as he sits in the chair across from you two and pulls out his phone.

"I ordered from that new Chinese restaurant," he pulls up the receipt to the order and tosses his phone, making it land in the cushion between the two of you. Jeongin picks up Seungmin's phone and you pull the black sweatshirt over your head. As soon as you get it on, your sense are overwhelmed with Seungmin and you can't stop the blush that takes over your face.

"Wow. He even got your order right," Jeongin turns the phone to you to show you the receipt to the order and lo and behold, the tsundere Seungmin did know your exact order, down to the sauce.

"Thank you, Minnie. For the sweatshirt and for the food," You smile at him and he makes eye contact with you for a moment before leaning over and taking his phone from the younger's hand.

"It's whatever," he mumbles and grabs his phone to get back on whatever social media he was getting on. "Where is your sweatshirt?" He asks almost disinterestedly. You can't help your smile growing at the fact that he knows you always bring a hoodie to keep you warm at their freezing house.

"Left it in the car and was too lazy to actually go get it," you reply and he hums in response before Jeongin speaks up. "Did you hear us talking about this movie, hyung? What do you think?" He prompts and Seungmin hums again, placing his phone down.

"I agree with Y/n," he replies with a shrug and stands up from his seat.

"That isn't fair! You always agree with her," Jeongin whines and he lets out a chuckle before walking out the front door. You continue your conversation in Seungmin's absence and a few minutes later the front door opens again and Seungmin reenters, placing your keys down on the coffee table in front of you, along with the takeout and your sweatshirt.

"Aw Seungmin! You love me so much," You smile excitedly at him and he rolls his eyes at you, pink creeping up his neck.

"No. I just don't need you ruining my sweatshirt with your girl smell," he 'complains' but makes no effort to make you take the sweatshirt off. Not even hours later when you accidentally fall asleep, your feet resting in Seungmin's lap as you lay across the couch, his finger tips rubbing your calf lightly. 

The other boys were forced to be subject to the movie debate and after the credits start rolling Seungmin speaks up. "That's a good movie. I can't believe I have never seen it before," he comments and Jeongin all but snaps his neck in his direction.

"But you literally said you agreed with y/n's opinion of the movie earlier!" He complains and Han laughs beside the two.

"He is down so bad," Han sing songs as Seungmin blushes, throwing a pillow in his direction. The boys were completly unaware of your rousing state amongst their arguing and you happened to hear Seungmin not denying that he was down bad for you, making your heart pound in your chest.

I.N:

"Innie, baby?" you announce yourself as you walk into the room. He is laying on his stomach on his bed and you can't help yourself from laying down on top of his body, your chest to his back and he grumbles at you, incoherently.

"Get off," he whines and starts wiggling under you with a laugh, trying to push you off of him. You comply and roll off of him, laying next to him on the bed instead.

"Don't be a meanie to me because you can't beat your stupid game," you complain and poke him in the cheek once. He chooses to ignore this statement and instead stays locked in on his game.

His lips tuck inside his mouth in concentration, causing his dimple to appear and you poke his cheek again, this time in his dimple. He leans away from you, letting out an exasperated breath, whether it was at you or his stupid game was unclear.

"Don't touch me," he whines, once again and you fall flat onto your back on the bed, spread eagle, one arm across his back and one leg across his own leg.

"But you're so cute," you try to reason, looking at his dimple and reaching up to poke it again but he leans away from you, letting a whine of your name slip past his lips. He really does get all whiny when you start acting like you actually like him.

"My whiny little baby," you grumble and throw your other arm over your eyes before continuing.

"Hour 757 with my boyfriend not giving me any attention," you pause and peak over at him. You know he is listening to you but he isn't acknowledging you in the slightest, not even sparing you a glance. You decide to continue your theatrics.

"Beginning to feel faint," you throw your arm back over your eyes dramtically, "Losing hearing in my right ear and vision in my left eye," you let out a deep sigh.

"Stop being so dramatic," he grumbles before letting out a cuss, and you hear him dying in the game.

"What was that? Sorry, you have to talk into my other ear. I'm losing hearing in this one," you roll over to your side, your back to Jeongin and let out another exasperated sigh.

You wait to hear the sound of him respawning in the game but instead you feel an arm wrap around your midsection, pulling you flush against his chest.

"So I can't touch you but you can touch me?" You question but smile nonetheless at the attention you are finally receiving. 

"My dramatic little baby," he whispers in your ear, using the same teasing tone you had used when calling him whiny. You smile before reaching back and wrapping your arm around the back of his head, letting your fingers gently rub his scalp.

"One more time? This is still my bad ear," you joke again and he chuckles against the back of your neck. 

"But I'm giving my needy girlfriend attention now. Is she not cured?" He comments and you turn your head to make eye contact with him. You hum, as if you're pondering the question before shaking your head. 

"I think it is going to take way more than one little hug to heal your needy girlfriend from all she has been through in the past 663 hours," you reply with a prompt nod.

"663? I thought it was 757 hours?" He raises his eyebrows at you and you gasp dramatically, "Oh no! It's starting to get to my brain," you smile at your boyfriend who mirrors your grin and you start to drop your arm around him and he lets out a small whine.

"I thought you didn't want me to touch you?" You question and he buries his face into your neck, "Shut up," he grumbles against your neck, before grabbing your arm and placing your hand back into his hair.

"I love you too much," he lets out quietly, careful not to break the comfortable tone of the room. You smile and turn again to face him, his eyes are big and staring at you before they dart down to your lips then back to your own eyes.

"You got a funny way of showing it Yang Jeongin," you cant help teasing him more at his tsundere behaviors.

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