#minchan fic

[writingforstraykids]

I owe you a kiss

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 4344

Summary: As the upcoming comeback gets closer, Chan starts isolating himself from you and Minho, getting overwhelmed. He can't quite deal with feeling so much and nothing at all at the same time and takes it out on the two of you. Minho and you try to help your husband out.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, argument, chan feels numbish, fear of flying, domestic married life, emotional hurt/comfort, angsty!chan, soft!min

A/N: I don't know where that came from, but enjoy me fabricating 4k of angst and domestic bullshit in like half an hour😭🥹

PART TWO

My mind is complicated Find it hard to rearrange it But I'll have to find a way somehow Overreacting lately Find it hard to say I'm sorry Still - Niall Horan

You gently knock at the doorframe to your bedroom to avoid startling your husband and step inside. “You have everything you need, darling?”

Minho's currently packing his suitcase for his trip lasting a week. He looks up, gently blowing his hair from his eyes. “I think so, yes,” he flashes you a warm smile. After checking everything once more, he nods and throws the suitcase closed. "Where's our Channie love?" he asks, pulling the zipper closed and fidgeting with the lock. 

"Working," Chan gives back from next door. 

"Of course you are," he says more to himself, making you giggle. Over the past few days, Chan grew very quiet, burying himself in work and avoiding you for most of the time. It happened sometimes before a busy schedule, and Minho had learned to deal with the fact that Chan needed this to recharge. Minho, Chan and you had been dating for four years before tying the knot five years ago. He knows the two of you inside out by now after almost a decade. Minho strolls into Chan's working area and rests his hands on his shoulders. "Hey, there." 

"Hey," Chan gives back, not looking up from his screen and staying seated at his desk. 

"You're hungry? I can order something," he tells him, gently running his hand through his hair. 

"Stop that," Chan grumbles and tilts his head away from him. 

"Okay, sorry," Minho nods calmly and pulls his hands back. For a moment, the sound of Chan's fingers hitting the keyboard is all that can be heard. "So?" he asks, his patience starting to wear thin. 

"I'll keep working," he shakes his head. 

"Chan," Minho says firmly. "I'm leaving after that, and it would be nice to have lunch with my wife and my husband." 

"Fucks sake, you're annoying," Chan sighs and waves him off. "I'll be there in a moment." 

"Thank you," Minho rolls his eyes and makes his way downstairs. "Someone's in a mood," he grumbles as he leans against the kitchen island beside you. 

“Don’t take it to heart, you know he gets sometimes,” you say soothingly, rubbing his shoulder. “What are we getting?”

“Whatever you want, honey,” he winks at you and lets you scroll through the options. “I don’t get him. It’s still a month until the album drops, and we have pretty much everything sorted out. Sure, I have to come up with two more dances, but that’s my issue, isn’t it?” he asks.

“You know Chan makes everything his responsibility,” you tell him and hand him back his phone. “He’ll calm down again; I’ll see what I can do.”

Minho sighs softly and orders the food, still seeming a little pissed off. Usually, Chan knows how much Minho needs a stable environment before a flight. He's scared of flying enough as it is, but especially when he's caught up in his thoughts. So it confuses you a little that he doesn’t seem to pay much attention to that today.

You call out for him twice as your food arrives until Chan finally joins you downstairs. 

Chan's staring into the distance, pushing his food around on his plate and staying quiet as Minho and you keep on talking. 

"Tastes good?" Minho asks after a while and gently nudges Chan beneath the table. 

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugs and ignores the frown Minho gives him. 

"How's work going, Channie?" you try your luck. 

"Great," he simply says, shoving some food into his mouth, clearly signaling he doesn't want to talk right now. 

"Good," Minho nods and sighs softly. "I'm a little nervous." 

"Why?" he gives back, almost a little routined.

"I hate flying, as you know," he groans frustratedly. 

"You did fine before," Chan shrugs and takes a sip from his drink. "It's just a flight." 

"Yeah, that's the point, isn't it?" Minho asks, starting to get a little irritated. 

"Don't be a baby, you'll manage," he says, and Minho stares at him, unable to come up with a proper answer. 

"Thanks, very helpful," he presses out, gripping his glass tighter as his hand starts to shake. He has no time for a mental breakdown right now. 

“Channie,” you sigh softly, deciding to step in. The last thing you want is Minho to leave like that.

Looking up, Chan sees the confusion and anxiety clouding Minho's eyes. "Sorry, Min, you're not a baby," he says, not very convincingly, but it seems to be better than nothing to Minho. 

Minho glances at his watch and clears his throat. "I'll go and grab my stuff," he announces. 

Chan rolls his eyes once he's gone and braces his head on his hand, staring out of the window. He wonders how the hell he'll be able to finish everything he has to do in so little time.

“Channie, angel?” you ask gently, and he hums in response. “At least try and be nice? He’s gone for a week after.” 

“You two are fucking exhausting,” he groans, and you raise your eyebrows, ready to answer as Minho comes back downstairs. 

You get up to collect the trash and decide to continue this talk later.

"I'll see you in a week then," Minho says gently, and Chan hums, agreeing. "You'll be okay?" 

"Sure," he nods and stares into the distance. 

Minho takes his hand and tries to meet his eyes. "Love?" he asks, and Chan very slowly turns to him. "You know you can call if you get overwhelmed or need help with anything." 

"Mhm," he hums and pulls his hand from his hold. 

"Okay," he chews on his lower lip for a moment. "Well, I'll be leaving then."

"Okay," he nods. 

"Can I at least get a kiss?" Minho asks quietly, and his heart sinks as Chan frowns. 

"No," he simply says. 

"No?" Minho echoes quietly, subconsciously taking a step back. 

"Don't feel like it," he shrugs and glances at his watch. 

"You don't feel like…wow, okay," he nods, trying to swallow down the sudden sickness spreading through him. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks timidly. Maybe this wasn't just Chan pulling back, but he had done something to upset him. 

“No, you didn’t, Min,” you say firmly, staring at him irritated.

Chan turns to look at him properly for the first time today. Minho's heart sinks at the carelessness in them. "Right now, you're keeping me from working. I have stuff to do, mate."

"Mate?" Minho presses out, taking a few steps back. "Alright, I'll see you in a week, bestie. Seriously, fuck you," he snaps and grabs his keys. 

"Minho, come on," Chan groans, rolling his eyes at him. "Stop overreacting." 

Minho fidgets with his wedding ring before slamming it on the table. "Know what that is?" 

"You're being serious right now?" Chan raises his eyebrows at him mockingly. 

"That stupid little thing means we're husbands, idiot. I've been by your side for nine years now; I think you can start using appropriate terms, Chan hyung." Minho says firmly, and for a moment, he considers leaving the ring here. But then he remembers he has a public image to maintain, and showing up without one of his wedding rings would raise questions. Also, deep down, it feels wrong already to only wear yours. 

"You're being ridiculous," Chan says and gets up, pushing past him. 

"No, I'm hurt. There's a difference, Chan," he tells him, grabbing his suitcase. "But fine, I'll leave like that. I'll see you in a week then." 

"Fucking great," Chan nods, walking upstairs and not looking back. 

Minho watches him, stunned, before finally leaving the house and slamming the door closed. 

You stand still for a moment, trying to process what has just happened. "You had one job, Chan! Be nice!" you shout upstairs. 

"Fuck you too!" he shouts back and slams his door closed. 

"You two are fucking ridiculous sometimes," you curse and search for your keys. 

Minho gets into his car and stays there for a few minutes, trying to calm down. Secretly, he hoped Chan would join him and make things right before leaving. But he doesn't. The door to his car opens, and you lean down to look at him, raising your eyebrows in amusement. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he groans and gets out quickly.

You giggle softly as he rushes over to you and pulls you into a tight hug. “Well, goodbye then, darling,” you tease him lovingly.

“I’m sorry, he pissed me off,” he groans, stifling his laughter in your shoulder.

“I know he did,” you laugh and soothingly pat his back. “Give him time to sulk; he’ll start missing you in two days top. He always does.”

“You’ll be okay?” Minho asks, pulling back and looking at you caringly. 

“I’ll be fine. It’s Channie,” you giggle, and Minho snorts. “Deep down, he just needs a cuddle and acts tough so we won’t notice how stressed he is.”

“You handle this way better than I do, even though I’ve known him longer,” he laughs, rolling his eyes at himself.

“I just have a little more patience for his bullshit,” you giggle and check your phone. “You should leave before you miss your flight.”

“Ugh, fine,” he groans. 

“You’ll do great, my darling,” you assure him. “Call me when you land?”

“You know I will,” he promises, lovingly kissing you goodbye. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Minnie darling,” you smile.

-

Minho has been gone for four days when he gets a call. To his surprise, it's Chan's number popping up on his screen only minutes before a fashion event. Minho searches for a quiet corner and takes the call. "Hey, I don't have much time. What's up?" he asks calmly and frowns at the silence that follows. "Chan?" 

"Something's wrong," he says quietly. 

"What do you mean?" he asks confused. 

"I don't…I don't feel good," he says monotonously. "Something's off." 

Minho swallows softly. "Where are you?" 

"Home," Chan tells him.  

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks.

“Left,” he answers quietly.

“What do you mean she left?” he frowns, nervously scanning the crowd around himself.

“Told her to leave me alone. She took that to heart,” he explains. “She’s with her best friend.”

Minho exhales relieved, knowing you are safe with your friend. "Channie, what's wrong?" he asks patiently. "You can't just push us away. We love you, and saying yes five years ago means you're stuck with us," he chuckles, waving off his assistant tapping her watch.  

"I know," Chan says and chews on his lower lip, unable to put it into words. "Remember when I had that episode of feeling worthless and overwhelmed back when we were trainees?" 

"Mhm, of course I do," he nods, swallowing hard as he thinks of Chan's emotional state back then. Nothing had worried him that much in a long time. "Is that what's going on?" 

"No…I feel..kinda numb," Chan admits and curses himself. "I feel so much and nothing at all. I feel like crying, but I can't, I can't focus on anything, I feel like everything I do is pointless and…Minnie, can you come back home?" he asks, his voice whispering. "It's starting to scare me whenever I have a clear moment." Minho rubs his face tiredly, and Chan takes his silence the wrong way. "I know you have shit to do…I just thought..I need you, please?" 

"Give me an hour to sort this out," Minho says, and Chan exhales in relief. "I want you to grab a blanket, make yourself some tea, and put on your favorite series. Get comfortable on the sofa downstairs. You think you can do that for me?" 

"Okay," Chan nods. 

"I'll let you know when I'm on the plane," he says, sighing softly. "Channie love?" 

"Yeah?" he asks quietly. 

"Don't do anything stupid," he says, his grip around his phone tightening. 

"I owe you a kiss," he answers, and Minho smiles sadly. 

"Damn right you do," he nods and is about to end the call. 

"Minho, baby?" Chan asks, almost a little timid. 

"Yes, dear?" he asks patiently. 

"Have a safe flight. You can do this, and I'll be there once you're back," he says, and Minho blinks back tears, gripping his phone tightly. 

"Thank you," he whispers. So he hasn't forgotten. 

-

You frown softly as Minho’s name pops up on your screen. Shouldn’t he be at some fancy fashion event right now? “Min?” you take the call confused. 

“Hey, honey,” he says sweetly. “You have a minute?”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod agreeing, and smile at your friend thankfully, who hands you a cup of tea. 

“Chan called,” he says and sighs at the silence following. “What happened?”

“Well, what did he tell you?” you ask stubbornly.

“Stop playing games, baby girl,” he warns you. “I should’ve been on some red carpet five minutes ago. So, what happened?”

You roll your eyes and subconsciously play with the two small rings decorating your ring finger: one for Chan and one for Minho. “I made the mistake of thinking I’d get a hug and kiss goodnight from my husband,” you tell him quietly, and he can tell you’re hurt. “He told me to leave him alone, so I did.”

“Fucking hell, Chan,” he breaths out and throws his head back in frustration. “I promised him to come home early, but I need some time to figure this out.”

“Oh, please, Min, it’s only three days,” you protest. That’s not what you had intended at all. “We can manage that, and we’ll talk once you’re back.”

“Well, he can’t,” he shakes his head.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“He called me to ask if I can come back because he’s not doing alright. He said something about feeling numb and like failing,” Minho explains, following his assistant, who had given up by now, to his car.

“Shit, Min, I didn’t know. I thought he was stressed and taking it out on us,” you say apologizingly. 

“Relax, I didn’t know either,” he sighs, getting into his car. “Listen, I’ll be back home in a few hours. You think you can go back home in the meantime?” he asks gently. “I know you’re hurt and-.”

“No, it’s alright. Of course, I’ll go back home,” you say, already getting up and gathering your things. “You have a key to get in?”

“I think so, yes,” he nods.

“Alright, I’ll see you later then. I’ll go check on Channie,” you promise, and Minho exhales, relieved. You quickly explain everything to your friend before driving home a little faster than you should. Closing the door, you kick off your shoes and rush into the living room. 

Chan looks up at you, confused, eyes widening at the sight of you. “Y/N?” he asks stunned.

“I’m so sorry, Channie angel,” you apologize and sit down next to him on the sofa. “I didn’t realize you were struggling that much. I thought you were stressed or something.”

“Min told you?” he asks, chuckling as you nod. “Typical, can’t keep a secret.”

“He’s worried,” you scold him gently and take Chan’s hand. “I’m worried.”

“That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” he admits. “I don’t like worrying you. I just gave up hiding from Min because he witnesses most of it during work anyway.”

“Fair point,” you hum softly and hesitantly rest your head on his shoulder. This time, he lets you. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“I’m sorry for pushing you away,” he says, squeezing your hand gently. “I’m not myself at the moment. Min has helped me out before when we were still trainees, I trust him with this.”

“Okay then,” you nod, smiling as he wraps his arm around you. “I’m here if you need me.”

“Thank you,” he says gently.

-

When Minho gets home a few hours later, he feels drained, pushing his suitcase into a corner and kicking off his shoes. He's still wearing the makeup and outfit for tonight's event, having wasted no time with changing. He tiredly runs his hand through his hair and stares at it for a moment, still shaking as the adrenaline and fear of the flight slowly wear off. His eyes fall upon the wedding rings on his finger. His heart steadies, remembering why he's there as he looks at Chan’s. 

A pair of hands slip into his, taking his smaller ones and gently squeezing them. Minho looks up and meets the eyes he fell in love with all those years ago. Chan moves their hands up to his face, planting a tiny kiss on each of his knuckles. "Breathe," he tells him quietly, and Minho exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding in. 

Minho can't stop himself and pulls him into a tight hug. He buries his face in his shoulder, stomach sinking as Chan stiffens for a moment in his hold. He pulls back, unable to meet his eyes. "Sorry, I should know better, you're not feeling up for this right -." 

Chan cuts him off by pulling him in and shaking his head. "Sorry, I'm a little slow at the moment." 

"That's okay," Minho assures him and gently rubs his back. 

"I can't do anything right at the moment," Chan says quietly, gripping the back of Minho's suit jacket tightly. 

Minho soothingly runs his hand through his hair. "Sometimes it's enough if the only thing you did today was breathe." 

"If you think so," Chan mumbles into the fabric as he buries his nose in his shoulder. 

"I know so," he tells him, resting his head against Chan's. 

“You told Y/N,” he speaks up after a moment. 

“Of course I did. She’s our wife, Channie love,” he giggles softly. “She should know, it’d worry her more not knowing what’s going on.”

He hums gently and tightens his hold on him. "I don't know what to do," Chan admits quietly. "I never felt so empty and isolated." 

"I know that's probably hard to believe right now, but I promise you'll always find me in these three places: In front of you to cheer you on, behind you to have your back, and beside you, so you're never alone," he starts out gently. "I'll find a way to make you feel full again…fuck, that came out wrong," Minho groans, and for the first time in almost two weeks, Chan laughs. 

"Idiot," he giggles and pulls back, meeting his eyes. He reaches out for him, hesitantly brushing back a strand of hair, fingertips tracing the features of his face. Once he reaches his lips, Minho plants a gentle kiss against his fingertips. Chan looks up, and he can't quite pinpoint the look in his husband's eyes. "I messed up that event for you, didn't I?" 

"It doesn't matter," he assures him. "You're more important." 

"You're mad?" he asks, squinting his eyes at him a little. 

"Do I look mad?" he asks gently. 

Chan frowns a little. "No…you look pretty." 

A soft smile covers his lips and travels to his eyes. "That's very sweet." 

"It's weird because I can tell what you're feeling, but…I have no clue how to grasp what I'm feeling," Chan admits, tears brimming his eyes. "I'm messed up, aren't I?" 

"You're struggling," he reminds him kindly. "We can work this out. We did that before." 

"Promise?" Chan asks, searching his eyes observantly. 

"I promise," he says, holding Chan's hand wearing the wedding rings. "I told you I'd be there, no matter what," he tells him, and Chan nods firmly, holding on to the truth of those words. "I need to get rid of the makeup and…whatever the hell that is," he says, looking down at himself. They've put him in some suit and casual clothes arrangement with way too many straps in a different fabric to his taste. 

"I'll help," Chan says, and Minho nods thankfully. 

“Channie?” you ask quietly. Minho turns in Chan’s hold and smiles softly, seeing you. You’re wearing one of his sweaters, and your hair messily falls around your face. You tiredly rub your face and squint at them before the realization hits you. “Oh, Minnie, you’re back,” you beam.

“Hey, honey,” he says softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you into their hug. He plants a tiny kiss on top of your head and giggles as you pout at Chan. 

“Got cold without you,” you tell him. 

“Sorry, baby,” he chuckles and rubs your back. "I had to check on Minho." 

"You're doing okay?" you ask him gently. 

"I'm glad to be on solid ground again," he snorts and lovingly brushes back your hair. "Let's go upstairs. Channie's helping me, and then we can all go to bed." 

"Sounds great," you nod and tiredly rub your eyes. "Channie?" you ask sweetly, making grabby hands at him. Chan snorts and rolls his eyes before lifting you up to carry you upstairs. You smirk at Minho as he follows the two of you. "Doesn't he look handsome?"

"Already told him so," Chan comments.

"You look like a prince, darling. So cute with that glitter around your eyes," you compliment him, and Minho blushes. 

"You're too kind, as always, my beautiful wife," he smiles shyly, and your heart swoons at his last words. 

"Careful," Chan says as he lowers you on the bed. He makes sure you're comfortable and tugs you in already, leaning down and planting a light, almost hesitant kiss on your forehead. "Thank you for coming home," he tells you quietly enough for only you to hear as Minho throws his bag in a corner of the room. "I feel more safe when you're here." 

"Always," you promise. Chan makes his way over to Minho, helping him with his outfit's many buttons and straps. He also removes his shirt and grabs a new one from the closet. "If I weren't so tired, I'd enjoy the show a little more enthusiastically."

Minho's ears burn up red, and he quickly slips into the shirt. "If you weren't so tired, I'd make sure you put that pretty mouth to use for something other than talking shit." 

Your jaw drops, and Minho smirks succeeding. "Fucks sake, you guys, I thought we'd be getting some sleep," Chan protests, making you both laugh. "Okay, sit down," he tells Minho and gets comfortable on the edge of the desk. He plants his feet on Minho's chair, left and right of his thighs. Chan places one hand beneath Minho's chin as he starts wiping away all the makeup, cursing softly to himself about all the glitter around his eyes. "As if you'd need any of this shit," he groans, and Minho giggles softly. 

"You know how it is," he shrugs and closes his eyes for him as Chan gently removes the last remains of his eyeshadow. His eyes flutter back open as Chan takes off the small diamond earring for him. "Thank you, love," he says softly, reaching for him. 

Chan slides off the desk and right into his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. You smile gently, watching them, knowing their goodbye hasn't been that great. He sighs softly and brushes his nose against Minho's. "It's good you're back." 

"Yeah?" Minho asks with a shy smile. 

"Mhm," he hums, sinking deeper into his eyes. "Feels safe." 

"I love you," Minho says, rubbing his lower back soothingly. 

"I know," he nods and presses their foreheads together. "And I know I feel the same way about you…even now." 

"That's good," he says, squeezing his hips. "Don't force it, we have time." 

"Being with you feels..good," Chan tells him and subconsciously presses himself closer. It reminds you a little of what he said to you before you fell asleep on the sofa. At least he seems to be able to feel comfort as well. 

Minho very gently reaches up, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks. "How does that feel?" 

"Warm," Chan says, covering his hands with his own. 

"You like that?" he asks, trying to figure out how to start tackling the issue at hand slowly. 

"Yeah," he nods, a small smile covering his face. 

Minho thinks for a moment before he knows what to try next. After all, his husband was a sucker for compliments he couldn't take for shit. If that wouldn't make him feel something, he doesn't know what would. "You're so beautiful, you know, Channie love. Such a handsome husband with those sweet eyes and bright smile," he says, noticing a slight blush creeping up his face. "Don't get me started on those soft curls. Or the way my hands fit perfectly into yours." Chan shifts on his lap, eyes widening a little as he takes it all in. "Have I ever told you how much I love you being so cuddly?" 

"Minho," he protests gently. 

"Yes, beautiful?" he asks curiously. 

"He's right, Channie angel…but he forgot about your cute laugh and caring sweetness," you chime in. “Or the way your strong arms wrap around me, the way you let me rest on your chest when I’m tired, and how cute you get when you soothe me to sleep.”

"Stop," Chan groans softly. "Now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside," he says, hiding his face in his shoulder as Minho chuckles. "Don't laugh."

Minho smiles and plants a tender kiss on top of his hair. "See? You're still able to feel good things as well." 

"I'm not fucked, in that case?" he asks so innocently it makes you and Minho crack up. 

"It's a good start, don't you think?" he asks, giggling. 

"I guess so," he chuckles and sighs softly as Minho runs his hand through his hair. "Keep doing that?" 

"Let's get to bed, I won't let go of you tonight," he promises. 

"What about me, Minnie?" you pout softly. 

"I'm in the middle in this case," he snorts, and Chan and you seem happy with that. He smiles as the both of you cuddle up to his sides, heads resting on his chest. Minho soothingly plays with Chan's hair, smiling as you take Chan's hand and intertwine them on his stomach. 

PART TWO

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genre. fluff. warnings. marriage talk (i'm delusional). and kissing. pairing. minchan x reader. wc. 1.2k. a/n. missing minchan hours™️ (come back baby 😭) also im like soooooo delulu over warm domestic cozy fluff like actually someone needs to stop me cause this is all i write atp 😭 this probably also pretty self indulgent cause i fantasize abt a proposal being like this like??? hello??? there's nothing more perfect than this type of proposal im crying.

“When do you think we’ll get married?” The question comes to your brain after dinner. You’re sitting on the couch, contentedly watching Minchan strum on his guitar from across the room. The crackle of the fire makes it all the more cozy, and you can’t help but get a little lost in your thoughts over how perfect life seems in the moment. Minchan’s strums get a little quieter as he hears your question, and you watch as his lips turn up slowly into the softest of smiles.

“Do you want to marry me?” He questions back, though you both know that you do and so does he. And so, instead of answering it, you just smile at him. 

Minchan has noticed before that you have this certain lovesick gaze that is reserved for him. He’s seen it countless times in the past 4 years, and it’s the same one you unknowingly give him now. It makes his heart race wildly in his chest. It’s almost unfathomable how in love he is with you, but he hides just how smitten he is at the moment and changes the chord from D to F on his guitar, filling the room with a suspenseful minor chord.

“I think having our wedding in Spring would be nice. What do you think?” You mumble, your mind already racing with thoughts of it. At present, you aren’t even engaged to him, but the thought of marrying him has always felt so perfect and inevitable (in a good way) that your fantasies your head creates don’t feel unrealistic.

“Spring would be nice. I heard there’s going to be nice cherry blossoms this Spring.” He nods, agreeing with you, his strum pattern changing slightly.

“I want to have a small wedding. Just friends and family.”

Minchan hums in response. You know he would never even think of having a big wedding, though. It would be too overwhelming to have a long guest list for either of you.

It was one of the many reasons why you and Minchan worked so well. You had never found someone you were more similar to than him. It’s one of the reasons why you asked him out (cause he was too shy and nervous to approach you first), one of the reasons why being around him was so comfortable, and one of the reasons why marrying him felt like the most right thing in the world.

You two fit together perfectly without concealing or hiding any bit of yourself. You were honest and true with each other, and instead of it driving you farther away from each other, you found yourself loving his flaws and his imperfections because they were what made him him. It brought you closer to him and was the reason you found yourself falling more and more every day.

He was clumsy and stubborn at times, but for every flaw of his that you could list, you were sure you had 5 more. And he loved you all the same regardless. 

It was true that you sometimes got annoyed with him over little things, and you would fight occasionally. But it could only last for a couple of hours before one of you broke first and embraced the other in a much-needed hug. You would always stay like that for a long time— as long as the situation allowed. Because at the end of the day, loving him was a choice you had made, and you weren’t planning to stop.

Minchan stops playing altogether once he reaches the slow ritardando at the end of the song and sets his guitar aside. He strides over to where you are sitting with a loving look and serene smile.

“Care if I join you under that blanket?” He tilts his head and you think he looks rather like a cat in the moment. You open the blanket for him to slip beside you under it. He laces his right hand with your left one and holds it comfortably on his lap, gently tracing the soft skin.

“Do you think I could replace this promise ring?” He questions slowly, fiddling with the small silver ring that he had given you almost 2 years ago on your anniversary. “You’ll have to move it to your other hand.” He reaches for your right hand this time, and slips off the ring that was on your left ring finger, pushing back onto your right one.

“Do you have it on you?” You ask in a giggle, butterflies already going wild in your stomach at the moment. You had always imagined what your proposal would be like— whether it would be grand or intimate. And you adored that Minchan had chosen the latter. To you, it felt even more special this way.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out another ring, this one a little bit fancier than the one he had just moved. He doesn’t even have a ring box and as he starts to try to slip it onto your finger with his shaky hands you laugh at the clumsy nature of it all.

“I’m sure you already know how much you mean to me, hm? I’ve probably said it a thousand times— I’m surprised you’re not sick of it by now.” He laughs, probably to brush away some of his nerves in the moment.

“Dongheon said I should go all out with this since it’s a special moment… But I just wanted to do what felt like us. I hope you don’t mind that it’s nothing big?”

You smile and shake your head, already overwhelmed at just the fact that he was proposing to you. It wasn’t a perfect proposal, of course, but just that made it even more special to you. 

“You still haven’t asked me the question, love.” You say through growing tears, but it breaks down into soft giggles at Minchan’s sudden look of shock.

“Oh no- did I mess it all up? I really should’ve taken Dongheon’s advice.”

“No, no. Nothing is messed up or ruined. I accept either way. You knew I was going to accept.” You prod him with a wide smile and he shrugs with a nod. 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure that you were going to accept.” He says simply. 

The statement brings a rush of surety through you. Minchan was always steadfast and trusting with you. He liked the feeling of knowing how you would react to certain situations — in fact, he prided himself in knowing you better than anyone else. 

“But I should probably still ask, shouldn’t I?” He adds after a second of thought. His eyes flicker up to yours and the amount of love that he bestows in his dark irises is almost inconceivable. “Will you marry me?”

You hum, satisfaction evident in your tone, “You already put the ring on.”

You take the chance to pull him into a slow kiss the moment the formalities are all taken care of. Truthfully, you’ve been longing to kiss him since the moment you sat down by the fire to listen to him play, and the want only grew with every moment that he had you completely entranced with his every move.

Now that you finally felt his soft lips on yours, you can’t help but sigh in content. He is everything you have ever wished for or dreamed of, and yet he somehow surpasses all your expectations with his own unique perfection. And in these moments, loving him is as natural as breathing.

↳ verivery taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @ddeonudepressions,, @edensgardenn

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[heywart]

੭୧ : Amar, trans(bord)ar ׄ ⚽️੭̠

꒰ pedido pessoal ꒱

꒰ creditar em caso de inspiração ꒱

꒰ 20 de mar. de 2024 ꒱

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[maluyoongi]

título: As Framboesas Do Bolo Que Tu Me Roubastes data: 31 de outubro de 2023 programa: ibis paint x status: uso pessoal link: 🍒

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[minchanchivo]

Morning routine 🐺🐰

https://x.com/mnchnknow?t=xaX7TwHGBmrTmN4SnCCzBA&s=09

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[chrisbangsbf]

Chan/Minho

Explicit | 1,058 words

Tags and Warnings: hybrids (puppy chan) trans male minho, menstruation, period sex (cunnilingus), blood + blood drinking, scent kink, coming untouched

Puppy hybrid Chan really loves when his boyfriend smells like blood.

AO3 Link

"Pup," Minho finally says, equal parts fond and exasperated as he glances over the top of his phone at his boyfriend. 

Chan whines a soft, pathetic little noise that makes Minho body thrum with arousal. 

Right now, he has Minho's knees spread wide enough to fit himself between them, nuzzling his face against his soft inner thigh with the roundest, prettiest puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. He's been extra needy all day, but Minho's unfortunately been too busy to play with him. Until now, that is. 

He runs his fingers through Chan's hair and smiles softly as another sweet little sound escapes his throat. 

"Did you– are you bleeding? You smell so good," Chan mouths against him a little, and the warmth feels good even through a layer of cotton. 

Minho nods, giggling at how observant he is. "Started this morning," he confirms. He thinks it's interesting how Chan can tell every single time Minho starts his period, even as irregular of an occurrence as it's become for him over the years.

"Wanna eat you out so bad. Can I? Please?" he begs, rocking his own hips down against the mattress desperately. Like a real puppy. 

He's precious like this, Minho thinks, burying his nose against the soft fabric of Minho's shorts and sniffing directly over his crotch. The way his eyes nearly roll back into his head makes Minho's cock throb in excitement. Smirking, he hums like he's contemplating allowing Chan to do as he pleases, which only makes the other squirm from his place below him.

Inevitably, Minho can't deny that the thought of Chan's warm puppy tongue against him is a hard one to pass up. 

"Gonna get all messy for me, yeah?" he says with teasing lilt to his voice, scratching at his scalp soothingly. 

Chan groans, fingers eagerly tugging on the waistband of Minho's sleep shorts until he lifts his hips enough for him to slide them completely off. No matter how many times he's been up close and personal with him like this, his eyes still go wide in awe every time Minho reveals himself to him. It never fails to make him smile.

"Want that, please... wanna be messy." 

Minho chuckles tiredly. "Then we'll need to get rid of this, won't we?" Under the weight of Chan's gaze, he reaches down slowly, dragging his fingertips down the length of himself until he can wrap his finger around the tampon string and tug on it. He pulls it out as slowly as possible, watching as drool slips from the corner of Chan's mouth in anticipation. 

"Oh god," Chan moans out loud, even though he hasn't even gotten to touch him yet. His fingers immediately reach out to spread Minho open for a better look, tilting his head to the side. The tampon slides out, and not long after, a small trickle of blood starts leaking behind it. Chan licks his lips hungrily, and it's only a quick flick of his eyes up at Minho for permission before he's leaning forward and lapping at his slick hole like he's starved. 

"There we go," Minho sighs in pleasure, spreading his legs farther as Chan's tongue licks over him in broad swipes. 

He fucks his tongue inside as far as it can reach for a brief moment, slurping against him with a particularly filthy noise that raises chills down Minho's body. Minho shudders at the feeling, clenching around the warm wetness and making Chan groan up against him. He licks into him until he's relatively clean before moving up to flick pointedly over his swollen cock. Minho's grip in his hair tightens, cursing out a stuttered praise of, "good boy." 

There's already red smeared all across his chin and cheeks, absolutely debauched and beautiful. All for Minho. 

Minho chews on his lower lip, holding Chan's head in place as he works on his cock, sucking it between his plush lips and effectively making his head spin. 

Every time he clenches, more blood oozes out of him and Chan moves to lap it up like it's soul purpose before obediently moving back to his sensitive tip, driving him closer and closer to the edge with each lick. He's a mess of spit and slick and blood, and it's exactly how he loves to be presented – how he loves to be for Minho. 

"Gonna cum soon, baby," Minho hisses, exhaling hard as his knees start to shake with pleasure, "–so fucking good for me, pup. So messy." 

Chan makes a muffled sound, nosing down his slit and sniffing against his hole, blood covering the tip of his beautiful, big nose. And when he comes back up and sucks hard on Minho's little cock, it makes hips arch up off the bed with a loud, shaky moan.

"Fuck– fuck, just like that– keep going, Channie," he whimpers, hips bucking up against Chan's sweet, eager mouth. And the moment his high hits him, he almost thinks he can hear Chan growl from between his legs. Minho's stomach tightens, legs locking tightly around Chan's head as he works him through it with increasingly slower and slower licks. 

By the end, Minho is panting heavily and Chan is still mouthing absentmindedly at him, but focused specifically on his opening now. Not quite willing to part with his body just yet. 

Minho laughs fondly, lips quirked to the side as he scratches appreciatively behind Chan's ear. "Who needs tampons when I have such a good boy like you to clean me up, huh?" he teases, not ignoring the way Chan is still rutting against the bed with choppy little thrusts. 

Chan pulls away from him long enough to whine, "I'd stay right here all night if you'd let me..."

"Yeah? What if I said I'd let you?"

That must have been the extra push Chan needed to cum, because his hips stutter against the bed and he lets out a pretty moan of his own with his mouth still pressed right up between Minho's wet folds. He never quite stops moving his mouth, tongue tiredly moving against him. 

The oversensitivity only bothers Minho for a minute before he's feeling the pleasure build up all over again. And if this is what Chan really wants to be doing with his Sunday night, then Minho can't find it in himself to be complaining. 

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[nettlestingsoup]

i'm writing the vampire au in the work tearoom before my day starts, and apparently that's the recipe for good vibes, so here's an excerpt <3

Minho’s first thought is that he shouldn’t have let him go; Chan had still been weak, after all, still tired and drained from blood loss, and Minho had simply let him walk out into the woods as though it were nothing. Chan could be hurt. Chan could be dead.

Chan could have looked at the marks left in his flesh from Minho's teeth, and decided not to come back.

The thought pulls him open like a wound. He wouldn't do that, Minho tries to reassure himself. Chan wouldn’t leave like that, promising to return and then slinking away, leaving Minho waiting. He wouldn’t. He’s too kind. Too good. Too willing to lie down on the altar even once he’s seen the edge of the knife.

#i love you like i love being hungry #stray kids fic #minchan #vampire au #ao3 author #cackling like a maniac over that last line

[skidsficrecs]

Hi hi!

Just found this tumblr and I'm really impressed with the work and dedication you put into your recommendations and research!

So! Lately I found myself really enjoying leeknow ships, but I've come across so many fics where the boys characterisation is just so off that it's hard to read really.

So my general question is, do you know any minho/hyunjin minho/jisung or minho/Chan fics with well written characterisation?

I do prefer Canon compliant usually and am a sucker for Angst /comfort happy end things but all well written fics work for me really...

Thank youuuu

hello!

thank you so much for your kind words, anon! unfortunately, the admins and i are full-time college students and/or working, so we haven't had as much time to post. many apologies for the late response!

stir the tide by tentoheaven is a 16k chan/jisung/minho college au. it has a pretty simple plot, but i really enjoy it because of the characterization and how it's well-written! i also find this dynamic really cute and interesting!

the way home by magpiepair is a 13k chan/jisung/minho non-famous au. it's a bit more angsty than stir the tide, but i really love the hurt/comfort :'] and again, great characterization and general prose!

so sweet like chocolate by luckyday is a tried and true favorite minsung fic, but it's definitely the longest here since it's 71k. i posted a rec for it, and i mentioned how wonderful the characterization is! it's slow burn but it's a very lighthearted read.

i debated whether or not to add this one since it's my own fic, but here it is anyway: wish of nature by sarangx (me hehe). it's only a 5k hyunjin/minho fic, inspired by the seasons. i only ever write for groups when i feel i've got their characterization down, so hopefully it's realistic!

for more minsung recs, you can refer to this post :]

i hope these were helpful to you, anon! x

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[asterifish]

Watching the stars... / Minchan

Synopsis: Minho and Chan have been close friends since they were little. Minho often complained or rambled a lot, and Chan loved to listen to him. As they grew older, Chan got feelings for Minho. He wanted Minho to stay with him forever, but didn't know how to tell him.

Type: One-shot (Words: 689)

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

TW!!: Mentions of abuse, self harm, and suicide

“Chan, are you sure this is a good idea?” Minho asked, clinging to Chan’s arm tightly. It was late at night and the two had been sneaking around the royal castle. It was a cool night, and the wind was blowing through Minho’s hair, making him seem more beautiful. They were currently on the roof, observing the night sky.

“Of course I do, Min! Just trust me, okay? C’mon let's sit down.” Chan responded, a wide smile on his face. After helping the younger sit down, Chan sat and scooted close. “Anything you want to talk about? I noticed you've been spacing out a lot.” Chan nudged Minho’s shoulder, earning a grunt from the other.

“Not really…. I’ve just been thinking about the future. Mom’s been nagging me about getting a job or going to college but I just,” Minho paused and sighed, “I don't know what I want to do, Chan.” leaning back, Minho let the cold air wash over his face.

After thinking about what Minho had said, Chan nudged him with a chuckle. “You could be my bodyguard! You certainly qualify for it, and honestly you wouldn't have to do much.”

That was the first hint.

A few months later, it was Minho’s birthday. Chan had gotten matching earrings for them. The roof had become their hangout spot, but when Chan got up the the roof, Minho wasn’t there. “Min? Are you hiding from me?” Chan called, looking around. When he didn't find his friend, he immediately jumped off the roof and ran straight for Minho’s house.

As he got closer to his friend's house, Chan could hear yelling and banging. Kicking down the front door, Chan was met with a terrible sight. Minho was on the floor, blood coming from his forehead and a few scratches on his arms. “Min! Holy.. are you okay?”

Running over to his friend, he blocked a hit from Minho’s father as he picked up the younger boy and ran out of the house. He didn’t stop running until they’d reached the castle. Putting Minho down, Chan knelt next to him. “What happened in there?”

Minho winced as he tried to sit up, but pushed Chan’s hand away. “I’m fine.” Chan blinked slowly at Minho and sighed. “No you’re not, Min! Your father was beating you!?” Ignoring Minho’s protests, Chan picked up his friend again and carried him to his bedroom. While he got his first aid kit, he asked Minho to tell him everything.

After a few moments of silence, Minho spoke. “He hits us all the time. Me and my mother. It… started a few years ago. He;d come home one day, furious. He’d picked up the first thing he could get his hands on and threw it at my mother. I….” Minho stopped and stifled a sob as Chan hugged him.

“Take your time Min, and remember you don’t have to tell me, okay?” Chan reassured the younger. Scooting closer, Chan pulled Minho into him. Burying his face into Chan’s chest, Minho tried to take deep breaths to calm down.

This was the second hint, more subtle than the last.

Summertime was always a busy time for the kingdom. Minho finally took up the position of Chan’s bodyguard, and he got to experience so many cool things. Chan loved spoiling the younger whenever he could. “Here Min! Come look at this!” Chan called, ushering Minho over. In his hands, Chan had a bright moon decoration. Minho took it, being careful as to not break it. “It’s…. pretty!” he whispered.

Watching Minho’s reaction, Chan smiled and took the decoration out of Minho’s hands. With the seller’s permission, Chan clipped it to Minho’s halo before stepping back to admire it. The shopkeeper handed Minho a mirror so he could see it for himself. “It fits you well, sir!” The shopkeeper smiled. Looking over at Chan, Minho couldnt help but smile. His friend was smiling brightly, and minho couldnt help but feel like Chan was admiring him. Looking into his eyes, and then looking away when he caught Minho looking at him.

This, was the third and final hint.

Hello! Author here. I just wanted to say that this will be a mini series of four. I'll be using the beautiful creations that @solastalgiart has made. Please support them as well! In all honesty, this didn't high how I thought it would, so I might re-do it a bit later.

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[nusquam-cordis]

“=⌕ [h.minchan; stop! reading time] //﹫

h.minchan x reader (fem! in mind); fluff; 443 words

PREMISE: you two were supposed to read a book. of course, it escalated.

as the snowflakes slowly fell on the ground, making piles of white powder snow covering the city, you snuggled up in the arms of your boyfriend. the comfy, big blanket covering you two and warm tea made sure none of you would catch a cold. the christmas lights underneath the ceiling blinked from time to time, creating a one-of-a-kind atmosphere. a satisfied smile appeared on your face when minchan started brushing your hair with his fingers.

“can i flip to the next page?” he asked, looking at you and then at the book he held. it was another of your reading-together sessions, but this time you focused on something totally different.

“what?” looking at him and frowning, you remembered what you two were doing. or at least, what you were supposed to do. spotting the book in minchan’s hands, you giggled innocently, trying to cover up your distraction. “uh, yeah...”

“you sure?”

“yes?” mission failed miserably since the hesitation in your voice was showing very much, definitely not convincing your boyfriend. he raised his eyebrow and stuck his gaze in you, trying to say: “are you sure about that?”, which quickly brought results. “no...”

the apologetic look you gave him made his heart melt. tilting his head a bit, minchan put the book beside you two and fixed the blanket, so it covered you even more. then, hugging you, he rested his head in the crook of your neck. his slow and calm breathing made you tickle, so little giggles escaped your mouth from time to time, and when hearing that, minchan smiled. after couple breaths, he lifted his head, and after giving you a series of small kisses on your shoulder, he pulled you even closer to him.

“did you know?” he started, looking you deeply in the eyes when you turned to him.

“did i know what?”

“that i’m in love with you.”

you laughed nervously. that was cheesy as hell, yet it was awfully cute. you had to admit, even if you hated these, you needed such small things and reassurances from time to time. it made you flustered though, especially when it was so unexpected. but when would it be expected?

after covering your face with your hands, you finally looked at him. smiling widely and joyfully, you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers, tucking his hair behind his ear with your other hand.

“did you know?” now you wanted to make him cringe a bit.

“did i know what?”

“that i have the best boyfriend, which happened to be you, and i couldn't be happier than i am now. i love that i’m in love with you.”

TAGLIST: @slytherinshua @ahncosette @blue-jisungs

#writing time #fic: minchan #fic: verivery #hong minchan #verivery #verivery fluff #minchan verivery

[writingforstraykids]

I owe you a kiss - Pt.6

Pairing: Minchan x femReader

Word Count: 5362

Summary: Once you're back home, your husbands try their best to support you, but the circumstances are taking their toll on you. It all goes well until you find out who was the one driving that night...

Warnings/Tags: mention of amnesia, angst, tiny mention of blood, fluff, cuddles, anxious!soft!min, caring!soft!channie, domestic stuff, husband!min, husband!chan

A/N: I know, I know it looks like shit in the beginning but trust the word count, it'll get all good, soft and domestic🖤

PART FIVE | PART SEVEN

Minho slips out of his shoes and stands still for a moment. Chan closes the door and hesitantly slips his hand into Minho's. “Kitten?” he asks quietly but gets no response. “Min, look at me, please.”

Minho does, looking at him with wet eyes, still not saying a word. Chan gently rubs his shoulders before cupping his face and flashing him a small smile. “I know I should be happy,” he finally says. “I know I should be relieved that she's awake and talking. I know I should be happy that we finally got her back. I know I shouldn't still be feeling like shit,” he rambles, and Chan soothingly fondles his cheeks. “But you know how much she hates losing control. You know how scared she gets of change,” he hiccups helplessly, and a few hot tears slip down his cheeks. “Once it'll all settle in, she'll hate me, and I-I can't even blame her because I did-didn't do anything else those p-past two months a-and-.”

“Hey,” Chan says so softly it makes him shut his mouth. “I won't let that happen, baby. It was an accident and there was nothing you could've done,” he says firmly and pulls him in close. “I'm so thankful you're both alive, you know? I don't know-” his voice breaks, and Minho's heart sinks at the sound. “I don't know what I would've done if…,” he stops himself, not daring to put his deepest fear into words. “I get it, Minnie because it would've been a lot easier without the memory loss. I'm terrified of hurting her because I'm not fully feeling well yet. But as long as you won't let go of my hand in all this, I know I'll be okay.”

Minho carefully pulls Chan's hands off his face and intertwines their fingers. “I won't let go,” he says.

“I'll always have your back, okay?” Chan asks timidly, and Minho nods quickly. 

“And I'll have yours,” he promises and squeezes his hands. 

“I could really use a hug,” Chan admits, and Minho doesn't hesitate, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. He gently sways them from side to side and exhales softly. “I love you, Min.”

“I love you too, Channie,” Minho whispers back and squeezes him tightly. 

-

Minho gently helps you out of your jacket and hangs it up for you. Neither Chan nor Minho had remembered that you only moved in here one and a half years ago, so the house was another factor. He watches you glance around the hallway timidly and swallows softly. “Anything familiar?” he asks gently. 

You swallow hard and shake your head. “Not besides…some of the interior,” you tell him. 

He notices how anxious it makes you and carefully slips his hand into yours. “Let me give you a tour, come on.”

You follow him through the house and recognize some bits of your old home. He tells you where to find the most important things, and seems like he's afraid to say anything wrong. It makes you sick seeing your husband try so hard to make you comfortable in a suddenly so unfamiliar place. “I-I'll go use the bathroom real quick,” you tell him, and he nods, telling you again where to find it. 

You close the door and take a deep breath, hugging yourself tightly. “Fuck,” you whisper and sit down heavily at the edge of the bathtub. If you wouldn't know Minho and Chan had been your boyfriends for four years and then husbands for another five you would've freaked out at the hospital. You couldn't remember the past two years of your marriage, but the seven years before are enough to trust them. Still, it all feels so weird. You don't notice how much time has passed until Minho gently knocks at the door and lets himself in. He sits down next to you, and for a moment, you're both quiet. “Minho?” you ask timidly. 

“Yeah?” he asks gently, turning to look at you. 

“Have I been a good wife to you and Chan? Did we have fights? Did I hurt you? Did you hurt me?” you ask, and he inhales deeply. “I know this sounds weird, but…I have no idea where we left off.”

Minho fidgets with his wedding bands and hums thoughtfully. “I can't remember anything big concerning the two of us, we usually get along very well,” he tells you, a small smile on his lips. “We were on a date before the accident. I was very tired, was fighting with Chan over the phone, and…you said you'd take me out for dinner. You were trying to cheer me up, and you did, you always do,” he says and gently clears his throat, pushing away the images of what happened after. 

“What about Chan?” you ask timidly, sensing something off. 

Minho straightens up and pinches his nose, trying to figure out where to start. “About…six months ago, Channie wasn't feeling very well. He was overwhelmed with work and had no resources left for either of us, including himself. He pushed us both away, and one night, when I was abroad, he called me, saying he got into a fight with you and something was seriously wrong,” he tells you and chews on his lower lip. “I called you, asking you to go back and check on him as I flew back home. Chan was feeling numb for quite some time, and we did our best to support him figure out ways to make him feel again. After a while, he decided to visit his family in Australia, take a break, and everything. I stepped in for him at work, and it was killing me,” he admits. “I missed him like hell. I had to lead our team, and I felt lost without him, but you never gave up on me,” he says and his hand subconsciously slips into yours. “He caught me on a bad day, we got into an argument, and well…then we had that accident. Channie got onto the next plane and came back home as fast as he could.”

“Is he still struggling?” you ask hesitantly, and Minho smiles weakly. 

“I don't know, Y/nnie. This whole thing has taken a huge toll on me. I broke down repeatedly and Chan took care of me as best as he could. He even got me a therapist, imagine that,” he laughs, and you can tell he's not really doing well with any of this. “I don't think he had much time to figure out how he truly feels. I should've been there for him more, but I…I could barely get myself out of bed sometimes.”

“I'm sorry,” you apologize timidly, squeezing his hand. “I'm so sorry, Min.”

Minho shakes his head firmly. “None of this is your fault,” he says and searches your eyes. “None of it, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod hesitantly. 

Minho inhales shakily, a suspicious shimmer covering his eyes. “I know this whole memory thing is shit, honey. I feel selfish for saying this, but I'm just so glad you're alive and back home.”

You smile weakly and squeeze his hand firmly. “As long as I have you two, I'll be okay sooner or later.”

Minho gently squeezes back and looks up as Chan steps into the doorframe. “Oh my, am I interrupting something?” he chuckles. 

“Hey, Channie love,” Minho says softly and Chan leans down to give him a kiss. 

“Hey, kitten,” he smiles, gently caressing his cheek. Chan turns to you and gently brushes back your hair, kissing your head, unsure if you feel like kissing. “You're okay?”

“More or less,” you nod, and he sits down on your other side. 

“We're always here if you need someone,” he tells you and gently pats your knee. 

“Thanks,” you nod tiredly. “I really appreciate it, this can't be easy for you either.”

Minho remains quiet this time and glances at Chan. “We're just glad to have you back. The rest we can figure out together,” he assures you. “Just let us know, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod gently. 

-

You turn onto your side heavily and are met with a sight that used to bring a smile to your face. Minho's asleep next to you, his hair hanging into his face, lips parted, and his bunny teeth showing a little. His lashes throw their shadows on his cheekbones and you once more notice how beautiful he is. You've been home for a week now and Minho took another two months off to keep an eye on you. You like being home with Min because he's there when you need him but lets you be when you don't. He doesn't push, he doesn't talk your ears off, and he tries his best not to handle you like you're made out of glass. Still, you can tell he doesn't see you when he looks at you. He doesn't see his wife. He sees the accident and the woman he lost due to the memory loss, and the guilt in his eyes suffocates you sometimes. 

You haven't dared look up the accident yet, but slowly, you can't fight the urge to see what really happened that night. Minho doesn't like talking about it, and Chan wasn't there. 

You slip out of bed and grab your phone, leaving your husband on his own. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you start researching and soon find article over article. Pictures of the crashed car send shivers down your spine. Investigating some further you can tell how worried your friends were about Minho during their interviews, who looks nothing but truly exhausted. You can tell he hasn't been sleeping much; his eyes look glassy in most of them, and Chan never leaves his side.

-

Minho looks up as you come downstairs to join him for breakfast and gets up, putting some waffles on your plate. “Thought you'd like something sweet,” he says and flashes you a smile. 

“Who was driving?” you ask, making him freeze for a second. 

“What do you mean?” he asks, but the slight tremble in his voice tells you he knows exactly what you mean. 

“The accident. Who was driving?” you ask again, stopping in front of the table. 

Minho carefully puts the plate down in front of you. “Does it matter?” he asks timidly. 

“It does,” you nod, tilting your head at him. “Will you be honest with me, or do I have to ask someone else?”

He stares at you, wondering what you're aiming at with that question, but gives himself a push. “I was.”

“Were you drunk?” you ask, and Minho's frown deepens. 

“No.”

“You said you were tired, was that it? Was that what made you miss something?” you ask, and he subconsciously takes a step back. “Were you so upset about Chan that you weren't paying attention?” 

“Y/nnie,” he pleads quietly. “Don’t do this.”

“Min,” you say firmly. “I can't remember the past two years of my life. I don't know what happened and no one can tell me because that'll only be your version of every day,” you say and take a shuddery breath. “Chan hasn't kissed me once since I'm back home, and you look at me like I'm something broken you're too attached to to get rid of. That hurts, Min. I just want my fucking life back!”

Minho raises his hands in defense and steps closer to you. “Honey, I'm sorry, you're right. I can't make up for all that time. But she said they'd come back to you in a few months, at least that the chance is very, very high,” he tries, but the way your eyes darken, he knows you don't want to hear any of it. He tries to brace himself for the emotional outburst that's about to happen, but he can't prepare himself for what you say next. 

“No, you really can't make up for it. Not if you're the one causing this whole mess,” you say, noticing the fear flickering in his eyes, but you don't care. “You were the one driving, you're the one feeling guilty, and now I know why. My whole life went to shit because of you!” you snap at him. Minho doesn't say anything, simply stares at you as your words sink in. His body trembles, his stomach tightening painfully, and his eyes filling with tears. “You fucked everything up, and you're trying so hard to make up for it by staying home with me. Now I know why you so desperately try to make me feel better, and I thought it was because you loved me!”

Minho looks at you as if you just hit him right in the face. A soft whimper leaves his lips, snapping you out of your rage, before tears start running down his face, and his body shakes with a sob. “I know, okay?!” he snaps right back at you. “I know it's all my fault! I-I know I fucked up, and I-I'm the one to b-blame,” he hiccups helplessly, taking a few steps back as you reach for him timidly. “I'm sorry, Y/nnie, I swear, I did-didn't want this.”

“Min,” you whisper guiltily, but your husband shakes his head firmly, biting back a sob. “I'm so sorry, darling, I didn't mean it.”

“Don't lie,” he says, voice cracking. 

“I'm sorry, please,” you try, but Minho pushes past you and goes back upstairs. You let him, knowing he can't handle you, seeing how badly you just hurt him. Helplessly, you grab your phone and call Chan. 

“Hey, baby girl, I'm on my way home. Is everything-.”

“Channie,” you whimper. 

“What's wrong, baby?” he asks worriedly, putting you on speaker. 

“I hurt Min,” you tell him, hugging yourself tightly and sitting down on the sofa. 

“Hurt him how?” he asks nervously, taking a turn left. 

“I said some dumb stuff about him being responsible for my life turning to shit and that the accident was his fault,” you say, and it's quiet for a moment. “Chan?”

“Ynnie…please tell me you didn't,” Chan says lowly, heart sinking to his stomach. “Please tell me you didn't.”

“I'm sorry, Channie, I didn't mean it,” you whisper timidly. “I was just…I don't know what got into me.”

“I…fuck, okay, I'll be home in a bit,” he tells you, swallowing down the lump forming in his throat. 

“Thank you,” you sniffle. 

Chan stares at his phone as you end the call and slams his hand on the wheel. “Fucks sake Ynnie, not when I finally convinced him otherwise,” he curses and finally reaches your street. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Chan quietly pulls the front door closed behind himself and swallows hard as he meets your anxious eyes. “Where is he?” he asks. 

“Upstairs,” you tell him. “Channie, I'm sorry,” you tell him, tears filling your eyes. “I'm so sorry.”

Chan sighs softly and opens his arms for you, pulling you into a tight hug as you get up. “I know you are. I know you're struggling, and I know we can't take that pain away,” he says, soothingly rubbing your back. “But baby girl, you can't forget Minho is a victim here too. He might have been the one driving, but he's also the one who saw you unconscious, covered in blood, and not knowing if you'd ever wake up again,” he tells you gently, without sounding like he's blaming you even a little. “He still feels guilty because he'd rather be the one getting hurt. He's been having nightmares and panic attacks and had a really hard time believing that it isn't his fault, you know?”

“I just fucked that up, didn't I?” you ask timidly. 

“I don't know,” he answers honestly. 

“I asked him if he was drunk,” you admit shamefully. 

Chan bites back a sigh, trying to be patient with you. “Okay, come on,” he says and pulls you to the sofa. “The police provided us the security camera footage, where you very clearly see who's at fault,” he says and grabs his phone, showing you the clip. 

You can see your car pulling up at the crossroads. Suddenly, a car races down the street from the right and crashes right into your side. It's raining heavily, making the road slippery and causing both cars to slide to the side a few meters. Once the video is over, you look at Chan horrified. 

“That other driver was drunk,” he tells you gently. “He was speeding, ignored a red light, and honestly, looking at this, it's a miracle you two are still alive. So please, don't blame anyone else but that guy, hm?” 

You nod quickly and chew on your lower lip anxiously. “Channie angel?”

“Yeah?” he asks gently. 

“Can you tell him I'm sorry? I don't think he wants to see me right now,” you say timidly. 

Chan nods and kisses your temple. “I will. We'll fix this, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, relieved. 

“I'll go check on him, alright?” he asks, and you nod bravely. Chan grabs a blanket and wraps you up in it, flashing you an encouraging smile. “We'll be okay.”

You timidly grab his hand and search his eyes. “I love you.”

Chan's face softens. “I love you too, baby girl.” 

-

Chan opens the door to the room he uses to work from home, suspecting that's where he'll find Minho. His heart breaks a little as he sees him sitting on the small sofa there, his legs hugged up to his chest. Minho's wearing a sweater of his, burying his face in its sleeves as he takes shaky breaths, clearly trying to calm down. He silently closes the door and walks over, kneeling down in front of him and soothingly rubbing his thighs. “Bunny?” he asks so softly Minho looks up with wide, teary eyes. It's a term reserved for their most private, intimate moments and it never fails to make Minho feel so safe and loved. 

He doesn't say anything, body moving on its own as he slips from the sofa and crawls right into his lap. Chan welcomes him with one of his most loving and healing hugs, nuzzling his nose into his hair. 

“I love you,” Chan whispers, cradling his head. Minho slumps against him, burying himself into his arms as deeply as he can, growing so small it breaks Chan's heart. 

“I'm so tired, Chan,” Minho says, voice raspy from crying. “I'm so fucking tired.”

“I know,” Chan says and turns with him in his hold, leaning against the sofa. “How can I help?”

“There's nothing you can do,” he answers quietly. “She hates me. I fucked up her life.”

“You really think that?” he asks patiently. 

“Doesn't matter. She does,” he says. 

“Do you?” he asks. “You think you fucked up her life?”

“Apparently, I'm not exactly making it easier,” he answers. “Since I'm the drunken, heartbroken, distracted fuck who got us into that accident.”

Chan mindlessly rubs his lower back. “Apparently…so you don't believe it.”

“I-” Minho grows quiet before pulling back and searching his eyes timidly. “Does that matter if she does?”

“To me, it does,” he nods. “You've been blaming yourself for months, saying the most hurtful shit about yourself…I think you made some progress,” he says calmly. 

“Not really,” he shakes his head. “The minute someone throws it at my face, I agree with them.”

“Bunny, can I tell you something?” he asks, and Minho nods tiredly. “She called me the minute you left, saying she fucked up. She asked me to tell you she's sorry because you probably wouldn't want to see her now.”

Minho's eyes fill with tears. “Really?” he asks timidly, and Chan nods. “I really thought she hated me now.”

Chan gently cups his face and plants a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. “She doesn't, I promise.” 

Minho messily wipes his cheeks with the sleeves before stopping in his movement and groaning at himself. “Fuck, I completely messed up your sweater.”

“That's okay,” Chan giggles softly. “We can wash it.”

Minho hums and smiles shyly. “Just really needed you close after that,” he tells him. 

“You're so cute,” he smiles happily. “Also-” he gets interrupted by the door opening. The two of them look up and see you standing in the doorframe, shaking with sobs. 

Minho moves before Chan can fully comprehend the sight and wraps you into a tight hug. “Shh, honey, it's okay.”

You hug back tightly and shake your head. “Nothing is okay,” you sob. “I hurt you. Just be-because I can't cope with what's happening.”

“It's okay,” Minho whispers gently, caressing your head. “I promise we're okay.”

You timidly grab his sweater a little tighter and bury yourself into him. “I'm sorry, Min. You didn't fuck up anything,” you hiccup. “I love you so much.”

Minho buries his face in your shoulder and shakes his head. “I know,” he whispers and squeezes you gently. “I love you too, my pretty girl.” 

“I just wanna feel normal again,” you whimper, and Minho's hold on you tightens. 

“Try and give yourself some credit, honey. You went through some shit, and you're still dealing with the aftermath,” he says softly and kisses your hair. “Try being a little more patient with yourself.”

Chan smiles sadly, remembering himself saying something so similar to Minho only weeks ago when they went for a walk. So he did listen. 

Two weeks later

You anxiously meet your reflection in the mirror before staring down at your products on the sink. Chan said he'd take you both out to dinner, and you just wanted to look nice but you had trouble remembering your routines. You talked to your doctor about it, and she told you it's completely normal to get confused easily by those things at the moment. 

Minho walks into the bathroom, buttoning up his shirt, and flashes you a gentle smile. “You're alright, beautiful?” 

“Yeah,” you nod quickly and stare back down at your things. “I…I think I need help,” you tell him, glancing up at him as he fixes his hair. 

“Sure, what do you need?” he asks, not quite picking up on your struggle yet. Minho grabs your concealer and carefully hides the dark patches beneath his eyes. He's still not sleeping well, and it shows. 

“I uh, I forgot what I usually do,” you tell him, waving at the various items displayed at the sink. “Like…did I have some sort of routine? Because if I did it's nonexistent in my brain right now.”

“Oh,” he nods and puts your concealer back down. “Uh, I'm not sure, but I can still help,” he tells you, and you smile relieved. “One second,” he winks at you and leaves the room, coming back with a chair. “Alright, take a seat, honey.”

You giggle softly and do as you're told. Chan joins you, chuckling in confusion as he sees you. “Min's helping me, my brain is letting me down right now.”

“Oh,” he laughs and watches Minho grab some of your things. “Yeah, it's good you asked him and not me.”

“I had a feeling,” you tease him lovingly.

Chan chuckles and turns back to the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt. He fixes his hair that frames his face in those beautiful curls you love so much and you can see the frown forming on his face before it’s fully there. It’s beyond you how both of your husbands were this stunningly pretty and still had their trouble believing so, Chan much more than Min. “Channie?” you ask gently, and he hums in response. “You look very handsome.”

Chan meets your eyes through the mirror, face softening. “Thank you, baby girl,” he says with a sweet, shy smile. Minho turns around, taking in the sight of his husband, and hums agreeingly before slapping his bum. Chan snorts and fondly rolls his eyes. “Typical.”

“That’s your own fault wearing those trousers,” he smirks before getting started with helping you. “Who even allowed you to leave the house in those, huh? Surely not me. No one else should be allowed to see how well-.”

“Minho,” Chan whines in protest, blushing heavily. “Shut up, will you?”

Minho smiles softly and then you realize he must’ve noticed Chan’s insecurities getting the better of him as well. “Only because it’s you,” he tells him fondly. “So, I think you started like this,” he tells you. He talks you through it, checking in with you if what he’s doing makes sense, and tries his best to make you satisfied with the result. Only a little later you’re ready to go and thank him happily. “Always, princess,” he assures you kindly. “You need help with your hair as well?”

“No, thank you, darling,” you smile at him. “I’ll be done in a bit.”

“No rush, honey,” he tells you and kisses your cheek before leaving you some space. He joins Chan downstairs, who’s standing at the kitchen island, bent forward on his elbows as he checks his phone. Minho smiles at the sight and steps behind him, wrapping his arms around him. Chan gently intertwines their hands on his stomach and finishes his message to Lix with one hand. “You’re alright, kitten?��

“Yeah,” he nods and nuzzles his face into his neck. “Ah, you put on my favorite cologne,” he smirks, burying his nose deeper into his skin. 

Chan hums, agreeing, and turns off his phone, turning in his hold. He smiles as their eyes meet and gently nudges his nose with his own. “Pretty boy,” he whispers, and Minho blushes softly. “I miss you.”

“Miss me?” Minho frowns gently. “I’m right here, love.”

“No..like,” he leaves the sentence unfinished, gently squeezing Minho’s hips. 

“Oh,” Minho laughs brightly and kisses him sweetly. “I can stop by the company tomorrow, just make sure Sungie and Binnie aren’t around.”

“I think I can arrange that,” Chan chuckles, gently cupping his face.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish now,” Minho warns him, and Chan rolls his eyes, kissing him lovingly. Minho kisses back sweetly and pulls back soon, knowing Chan could get lost in kissing way too quickly. They really didn’t have time for this now. Not with you coming downstairs any minute, still finding your way back into your marriage. “Channie…is that place you picked in walking distance?” he asks. 

“I figured there’s a chance she doesn’t feel safe to drive yet, so yes,” he nods, and Minho hums, relieved. “Also, you aren’t exactly keen to sit in a car yet, either.”

“Not really,” he chuckles agreeingly. “Thank you, Channie.”

“For what?” he frowns softly.

“For being so considerate and caring,” he smiles, shaking his head as Chan is about to respond. “Don’t you dare say it’s nothing now, I will kick you.”

“Oh,” Chan nods, holding back a laugh. 

“Idiot,” he giggles fondly, poking his side.

“I’m ready,” you interrupt them gently, standing a little away from them.

Chan smiles at you sweetly. “You look beautiful, baby girl,” he tells you, and you mirror his smile. 

“Our beautiful girl,” Minho agrees proudly, taking your hand and pulling you closer. “We should probably leave, right?”

Chan checks his watch. “Yeah, we should.”

You swallow softly and glance at them timidly. “Can I sit in the back?” you ask.

“I thought we could take a walk, it’s close by. If we’re lucky, we can see the stars on our way back home,” he says, watching your eyes brim with tears. “Or we can take the car?” he asks nervously.

“No,” you shake your head and laugh weakly. “I would prefer walking,” you assure him. “Thank you, Channie angel.”

“God, you two sometimes,” he breathes out, squeezing Min’s and your hand. “It’s nothing, really an-ey!” he breaks off in protest as Minho punches his shoulder.

“I told you, it’s not nothing. It means a lot, my love, and we’re very happy to have you,” he says. “Also, be glad I didn’t kick your pretty a-.”

“Okay,” Chan laughs and pulls you both with him. “Enough of this now, you’ll make me get all sappy, let’s go.”

-

You enjoy your first evening out immensely. It makes you feel less like something’s wrong with you. Both Chan and Minho focus mostly on you, making sure you’re alright and comfortable. The many smells and loud noises are overwhelming at first, and they try their best to distract you. Once you allow yourself to relax, things get easier. Dinner is delicious, but what truly makes your evening is the laughter, gentle touches, and the way they make sure you’re part of the conversation. 

On your walk home, you indeed see the stars painting the dark canvas of the night sky. You’re walking between them, holding onto their hands, and feel a lot closer to Chan as well. Minho occasionally points out constellations, sometimes playfully bickering with Chan about the correct name. You find yourself smiling, genuinely smiling, for the first time in a while. You think about your day and suddenly stop in your tracks, leading to your husbands turning in confusion. 

“Y/nnie?” Chan frowns as your eyes fill with tears. “Are you okay?”

“I remember that place,” you breathe out, and they both stare at you with wide eyes. “We had dinner there the week we moved in, didn’t we? Channie, you spilled your drink all over Min’s pants. Min, you wouldn’t stop cursing because it got all sticky and-” you break off in wonder as your mind forms such vivid pictures of that day. 

Minho laughs wetly, a hot tear falling down his face. “Yeah, yeah, that’s exactly what happened.”

Chan still stares at you in wonder before laughing weakly. “You remember?”

You nod happily, messily wiping your cheeks. “Yeah, I know that’s not much, but-.”

“No, baby, this is huge,” Chan smiles through tears, wrapping you into a tight hug. “That’s your first breakthrough after only three weeks, baby.”

You giggle happily and beam at Minho, who’s still frozen in place. Reaching out for him, he takes your hand and lets you pull him into your hug. Minho cups your cheek and kisses your forehead softly. “I’m so happy for you,” he tells you genuinely.

-

Back home, as you prepare for bed, the weight of the day slowly settles on your shoulders. For the first time since you got back home it doesn’t feel like the burden of another wasted day but a blanket of comfort. It reminds you of the love and care that surrounds you in the presence of your husbands. Minho brushes your hair as Chan takes off your makeup for you, both as gentle as they can get.

As you lay in bed between them, the events of the past few weeks replay in your mind. The argument with Minho feels like a very distant memory now, simply a hurdle you’ve all overcome together. His forgiveness, his understanding, and his undying love for you feel like a balm for your wounded, anxious heart. Chan’s patience, kindness, and unwavering support for the two of you remind you of the strength of your bond.

In the quiet of the night, with Chan’s steady breathing on one side and Minho’s warm presence on the other, you feel a sense of peace lull you in. The road to your recovery would still be a long one, and you weren’t naive enough to believe that there wouldn’t be any more challenges.

You whisper a quiet “I love you” into the darkness, and in the soft murmur of their responses, you find a promise—a promise of healing and a love that will never leave you. You don’t know why, but right here, you understand that no matter what comes your way, you’ll face it together as a family. With that thought, you drift into a peaceful sleep, knowing that with Chan and Minho by your side, you’ll be okay. You would talk to Chan about the distance you feel another day, and you’d work through your shared trauma with Minho another time, supporting him through his share of the deal as well. For today, you’re glad to be able to fall asleep between the loves of your life.

PART FIVE | PART SEVEN

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[aziy]

i can see you, i can feel you

please, stay with me

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[jikjinz]

͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [i got good luck with you] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

requested? yes, for anon!

verivery (separate & no kangmin) x fem!reader; headcanon format abt their kinks; mirror sex, thigh jobs, praise, worship, blindfolds, degradation, sex recording (consensual); voyeurism, size difference, impregnation/breeding, dacryphilia, oral fixation, manhandling, orgasm control, tights & skirt fixation; ig that's it

a/n: i am not going to explain myself abt this one. it just happened and yall gotta deal with it. enjoy i guess. also it's divided into 2 parts since it was getting too long kxdksd

LEE DONGHEON; manhandling, mirror sex, orgasm control !

oh, he loves the way your small hands hold his big arms as he’s practically tossing you around like a light plushie. and when he can see it all in a mirror? man is losing it. his mind often goes blank when your wrecked figure is laying on the bed, drooling and crying because he’s doing you so good. and as much as he loves making you so dumb on his dick, he also loves teasing you by stopping right when you were about to cum. and then, flashing you one of his cute smiles, he continues to toss you around the bed into the best position for the mirror to reflect.

no strength was left in your arms but it’s not even necessary, as dongheon is practically doing the whole job for you, picking you up, tossing you on the bed with enough care, like you’re just a little sack of lemons. your moans getting louder with every thrust he makes, suddenly stop falling past your lips. and it’s all because your one hell of a boyfriend pulled his dick out of you at the speed of fast. as you whine and wiggle your hips, you try to convince him to let you finally cum.

“baby, have you forgotten?” he says with that cheeky grin, staring into your eyes through the mirror’s reflection, and you do the same while whining all your pleas. a soft chuckle escaped dongheon’s lips. “that’s my girl.”

BAE HOYOUNG; tights, oral fixation, praise (giving) !

do not even try to go out on a date with him while wearing tights, unless you want to end up in his bed instead of a cafe. he takes his time with you, taking off every piece of your and his clothing, leaving only your tights on. his hands go up and down your legs, squeezing the plush of your body here and there. one time your ice cream melted and a few droplets fell on your finger; when hoyoung saw how your tongue swirls around the finger, he hasn’t been ok since. despite the ways you mess with his head, thoughts, body, and basically everything, he still loves you with all his might and he has to let you know how wonderful you are.

“so beautiful, so gorgeous, so- mmm,” kissing his way from your ankle to your thighs, hoyoung is blabbering things that first come to his mind. and since these are only praises of your beauty… it’s another story. nibbling on your sensitive thighs right above the hem of your tights, he roams with his hands around your legs, still not able to get enough of them. “god, you’re so- mes- merizing. i- there’s not enough words to describe how i feel about you, darling.”

your answer is simple; it’s a quiet hum mixed with a whine while squirming around under his touch. that’s when hoyoung gets up and starts to hover over you, hand on your cheek and his thumb caressing your lips. you know what that means, so you do exactly what he wants; you part your lips and let his thumb inside your mouth. as you start sucking on it, twirling your tongue around it skillfully, he almost loses it immediately. 

“ah, fuck- you’re gonna kill me someday with that divine beauty of yours.

HONG MINCHAN; size difference, impregnation/breeding, dacryphilia !

he finds it cute when you gasp quietly when he gets the stuff from the highest shelves with ease, so close to you, one of his big hands around your waist, his chest right by your back. the way you squirm and whimper quietly when he’s cuddling with you, all that overwhelming size difference is really turning him on. oh, how much he’d love to see the even smaller versions of you!!! that is why he always finishes inside. and bonus points if you start crying from the overbearing pleasure.

cries, moans, and some blabbering slip past your lips when minchan finally pushes himself all the way inside you. a little break for a lot of reassuring and full of love kisses, and as you relax, he starts moving. slowly, with the last bits of self-control, to not hurt you, he moves in sync with your hips rolling. 

“do you wanna be a mama?” minchan asks, feeling the familiar sensation in his lower parts and placing kisses all over your neck, watching your beautiful face.

“yes- yes! make- me- a mama- ah!”

holy moly, he wasn’t expecting such pleas, but who is he to disobey? and to disobey YOU, his little darling, crying so prettily over the stretch his dick caused. with a smile, another series of kisses, and a finishing roll of his hips, minchan shoot his load almost right into your womb.

| PART 2 | VERIVERY MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST |

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[cutiedwaekki]

F.I.L.A (Fall In Love Again)

♡kinktober day 3 : f.i.l.a

-> minchan , fluff , weight gain , fit to fat , clothes ripping

-> 1069 word

enjoy this first ff of the serie rewind : nostalgia

The original one

what's new ? just a morning between the minchan where minho takes an important a decision

{~♡~}

minho was the first to wake up, which was normal after all, given the way chan had eaten yesterday, he was still in a food coma.

It's crazy how much things had changed between them in two years.

They'd moved to this neighborhood to start their lives together as an adult couple after years of high school dating, but never did minho think it would take such an unexpected turn.

with the moving chan had stumbled across his old diary from when they were in high school and had discovered the brunette's penchant for chubby men but over the fact of feeding them.

And before Minho knew it, his once athletic boyfriend had turned into a glutton pig. Two years of coming home from work to the same sight of Chan on the sofa, asleep with his computer on his lap and an empty packet of cookies. Two years in which he'd never seen or fantasize about his boyfriend's muscular body. Now what gave him a hard-on was seeing chan unable to reach his cock when he was erect, watching him get so fat but trying to act as if he were skinny.

-"you know you get too big for this jagi" said minho

-"No i don't it's just-" and as chan was about to finish his sentence , the shirt just rip at it's seam making a nice view of chan's tummy or at least a pretty nice view of his navel

-"see ? I told you"

Teah that was a good memory

He also remembers the time 6 months ago when he tried to take up sport again because his doctor had advised it. Of course, Minho agreed, after all, his lover's health came first. But that evening, when Chan returned from the gym, he was all sweaty and swore he'd never set foot there again. So now he just do some yoga and minho stand behind him to enjoy the view

It was so fun and exciting to think that he'd put on so much weight for him, that he'd done it for him. The two of them, who'd been together for so many years and had never encountered any difficulties, seemed to have fallen in love again, acting like a couple from their very first day together.

chan flirted with him and minho giggled

minho kissed him and chan blushed

When we saw them, we took them for teenagers seeming to discover what the mixture of love and hormones was doing to them.

So here was Minho, lying beside Chan, his hand on her belly, rubbing it gently. It was still hard, given how much he'd had to eat yesterday, but compare it to the fat his belly had accumulated.

At the time, Minho was seriously thinking about getting a wider bed, but he didn't know how to say it without sounding excited about it.

After all, how could he admit to his boyfriend that he was getting so fat that the poor brunette had almost no room left? But on the other hand, it was a good excuse to sleep on top of him or in a spoon, so that's why Minho had delayed this descent for at least a month.

chan was so cute when he slept, ol had such a sweet and peaceful akr, while his body was littered with hickeys and bites from the youngest who as he so often said left "signs of affection for his chubby body".

At this stage, the word "chubby" was an euphemism to describe the Australian's fat body.

If chubby meant he waddled and took more of time and energy when they walked together a few distance

Si chubby meant that Chan stopped weighing himself after the old scales stopped taking into account the weight he had exceeded.

Yet minho continued to call chan his "chubby channie" and liked to claim him as his own even if nlw he should change this petname flr "obese channie" for making it more accruate

Ah he loved chan so much, he loved everything about him. His laugh, his dimples when he smiled, the way he talked or told an quote, when he argue minho for missing a meal, when they had fun saying that Berry and his cats were their children, he loved everything about him, even his defaults bit he never saw thel too much.

He also loved their daily routine, when they took shower together, when he had to leave for work leaving Chan in the safe in their home, and in the evening when he cale back he just saw Chan asleep, sometimes with Soonie or Dori sleeping on his belly.

He also loved his body, his generous hips where his belly lay, his thighs now so wide and fat that Minho joked that his two thighs were the equivalent of one of Chan's thighs. He loved his ass, so round and juicy that when his hand wasn't on his plump belly, it was systematically on his ass. He also love his chest , it was so round and big just like a female one. Minho was gay and was never attracted to a chest before but with chan's it was totally different

In short, he loved chan, he loves chan and he would love chan.

In fact, he wanted to do more than just love her... he wanted to-

-"Jagi why are you looking at me it's disturbing" declared the still asleep australian who seemed to be just starting to regain consciousness.

- "Go back to sleep chan, I'm planning to propose to you".

-"oh ... ok" he said, sounding too sleepy to have grasped the importance of the information Minho had given him.

Yes, thinking back on their life together and seeing his lover asleep, he realized that he didn't want him as a boyfriend, he wanted him as a husband.

but i think i've already said too much, the only thing i can say is that the same evening chan was so happy that he burst into tears that even berry started to worry, not knowing that this was the beginning of a new story for them.

It's rare for a couple to fall in love for a second time, but a third time ... that's impossible!

And so they did.

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Chan/Minho

Mature | 999 words

tags: petplay, nonsexual petplay, nonverbal petspace, subspace, pup chan

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As soon as Minho stretches out in bed, ready to wind down for the night and maybe read the last few chapters of the book he's been into lately, there's a loud crash. One that suspiciously sounds like it comes from the kitchen. 

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second and rubbing his face. He'd thought Chan would stay in his kennel for the rest of the night. But apparently not. 

Dragging himself out of bed, Minho walks down the hallway and around the corner as quietly as possible. As expected, the pan he had sitting on the counter is now on the floor, but less expectantly, Chan has a small sleeve of cookies clenched between his teeth and is dropping back to the ground on all fours. 

Minho silently watches him struggle to paw at them for a moment, arms crossed over his chest. Chan's usually not one to get into things he shouldn't, especially without permission, but there's certainly a defiant streak in him that Minho has to deal with from time to time. 

Chan huffs, frustrated. He's kind of cute like this, so far gone that he can't comprehend using his fingers, but Minho knows he'll still have to reprimand him. Especially when he aggressively shakes his head and the cookies rip out of the package and scatter across the hardwood. 

Chan bends down to eat a cookie off the floor. 

"You're getting crumbs all over the place," Minho observes, smirking as Chan's head whips around. 

As soon as Chan sees him, he spits the rest of the cookie that was in his mouth out with a squeak. 

"Chan," Minho's voice is steady, firm, as he takes a step forward to assess the mess. "What are you doing? You know you're not supposed to be in the kitchen without supervision. Or be eating snacks this late." 

Chan lowers his head in guilt, whining quietly. He has enough decency to look sorry at least, but after playing so intensely earlier, Minho decides he can afford to cut him some slack this time. Minho shakes his head, grabbing for the broom and dustpan. "Go back to bed, Channie. I better not hear you up anymore tonight, you hear me?" 

Chan whines louder, nudging his head against Minho's leg, stupidly cute with his round puppy eyes. Minho shoos him away with a soft smile and Chan crawls away. 

It only takes about thirty seconds, long enough for Minho to be throwing the wet wipe he used to clean Chan's drool off the floor with away, before there's a crinkling of plastic in his peripheral. He turns around to find Chan curled up in the corner of the living room with the cookie plastic in his mouth. 

"Chan!" Minho raises his voice, startling Chan slightly. "I told you already, it's bedtime." He points to his kennel, but Chan doesn't move. 

Minho sighs and starts walking toward him, prepared to drag him to bed himself, but before he gets there, Chan bolts off across the room. Even on all fours, he's still too fast. 

How annoying. All Minho wanted to do was relax tonight. 

Chan pauses in the hallway, plastic still between his teeth. He looks like he'd be wagging his tail if he had it in. It's obvious that he's in the mood to play, even though he should be exhausted, even though Minho is exhausted. 

"Spit that out! You're gonna get choked!" Minho shouts, exasperated as he chases him down the hallway and into their bedroom. 

Chan's got his head shoved under the bed when he catches up to him, lower body scrambling as if it'll help him fit in a space that's clearly too small for him. He looks so ridiculous, Minho can't help but smile. 

"Come here, you stupid fucking dog," Minho says, fighting against a laugh. Chan's struggling only makes him laugh harder. He drags Chan out by his hips and shakes his head in disapproval. "What's gotten into you, huh? Did hyung not tire you out enough today?" he asks, trying his best to sound stern, but his fondness betrays that slightly. 

Chan's panting, tongue lolled out as he looks up at him, like he doesn't quite understand what's so wrong about playing. He tilts his head and paws at Minho's thigh, barking once softly. 

"Bad," Minho reprimands, showing him the piece of plastic. 

Chan pouts for real this time. Minho knows he never particularly wants to be bad, not even when he's fishing for punishment on purpose. 

Minho scratches the top of his head, ruffling his hair. He loves Chan, even when he's being a brat like this. "Gonna listen to me now? Bed?" he asks, tired. 

Chan turns around and starts crawling back through the hallway on his own, which is a relief. Minho really didn't want to have to pick him up off the ground and haul him through the apartment on his own. Chan plays his dog role really well, but he sure doesn't weigh the same as one. 

Following behind him closely to make sure he doesn't get into any more mischief, Minho squats down and waits until he's curled up on his pillows inside the cage before closing the door. 

"Should I lock you up, or are you gonna behave?" he asks, and Chan just yawns, pulling his favorite stuffed animal close to his chest. Minho smiles. "Okay then. Goodnight, Channie," he coos, reaching inside to scratch behind Chan's ear and give him a firm pat on the hip. 

Chan hums vaguely in response, eyes fluttering closed at the contact.

 

An hour later, with one more chapter of his book left, Minho hears rustling from the other room. Putting his book face down on the bed and pushing his glasses farther up his nose, he takes another deep breath. 

Seems like tonight he'll have to pull out the harsher treatment to make Chan behave. 

But that's okay. Minho has a weak spot for making his pretty puppy cry.

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