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writingforstraykids · 2 months

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what about sub minho with dom felix? like all the boys think felix definitely gets topped by minho and then they hear felix ruining him in the dorms…

He deserved it

Pairing: Minlix (mention of OT8 | Chanin)

Word Count: 1324

Summary: Felix marks his territory after listening to Minho drooling for Chan all day.

Warnings/Tags: smut, whiny!sub!min, rough!dom!lix, degradation (slut), spanking (shortly)

A/N: Loved that one...might post a 2nd part if you want🤭

PART TWO

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The boys were all sitting on the sofa watching a movie when their front door opened. The two missing members came inside, and Chan greeted them with a wave, frowning at how pissed Felix looked. The rest couldn't help but stare either as Minho put his sneakers aside, tensing up as Felix grabbed his wrist tightly. Minho blushed heavily as Felix whispered something to him and nodded timidly.

Felix pulled him into the living room and pushed him past their friends. Minho was waving at them with a small smile before getting pushed up the stairs.

The door to Minho's bedroom fell closed and Chan blinked a little in surprise. “What the hell did we miss?”

“God, Lix looked pissed,” Jisung chimed in.

Hyunjin frowned gently. “Did I just see that right?”

“Felix's in charge when it's those two?” Changbin asked, stunned.

“I always thought….,” Seungmin started, blushing a little and stopping himself from finishing that sentence.

“Minho…a bottom? Minho being submissive?!” Jeongin finished it for him.

“Nah, that can't be. Felix is way too-” Chan trailed off at a sudden noise, the bedframe hitting the wall.

Jisung grabbed the remote, turning the volume down. None of them protested. All of them had been sleeping with at least two other members. None of them really remembered when that started, but they didn't mind having seven pretty guys at their disposal whenever they needed someone.

“Felix can be dominant,” Jeongin told them and blushed, thinking of their last encounter. “But with Minho?”

“He can?” Chan frowned, surprised. “He was sobbing last time; I can hardly imagine that,” he giggled. What made him even more curious was the thought of Minho being submissive. They never hooked up yet because they both liked to be the one in control. A loud moan of Minho answered his question and he sank deeper into the sofa as they rose in pitch, matching the bed frame hitting the wall. “Oh god,” he whispered to himself, and Changbin threw him an amused glance.

Minho's face was buried in the pillow, eyes squeezed shut and jaw slack, leaving him no way to silence the noise. He could only hope the others wouldn't hear him getting ruined by Felix; they'd never take him seriously after that. He gripped the sheets as Felix pounded into him, pulling his bum up high and making his back arch beautifully.

“Not so talkative now, huh,” Felix gritted out between his teeth, and Minho moaned in response. “Behaving like such a little slut instead of asking.”

“I'm sorry,” he whimpered and cried out in pleasurable pain as Felix slapped his bum.

“No, you're not,” Felix shook his head, picking up the force of his thrusts, shoving Minho up the mattress. The older one weakly reached up to brace himself against the headboard and stop himself from scooting up even more. “Talking about Channie hyung all night, saying he'd make you cum harder than I ever did.”

“I wa-ahh-s joking,” he moaned out in pure bliss. “Needed you, wa-wanted you so bad.”

“Yeah, so needy that you started talking shit?” he asked and slapped him again.

Minho grew slack with a loud whimper, tears shooting to his eyes. “Mhm, so needy.”

“Needy little slut,” Felix growled and changed the angle of his hips. “You're mine.”

Minho nodded dumbly and gripped the sheets tightly as another harsh pain shot through his left cheek as Felix's hand hit it. “Only need you, don't need Cha-ahhnn,” he moaned out obscenely loud as Felix hit his prostate and made his body shake.

Chan's ears burned up, eyes widening and lips parting at the sound of Minho moaning his name so loudly it could be heard in the whole house. If he hadn't been hard before, he definitely would be now. He didn't dare lift his gaze and check if the others had caught it as well and shifted a little on the sofa, getting uncomfortable. Looking up, he noticed Changbin and Hyunjin had started kissing, and Jisung was seated in Seungmin's lap.

“Hyungie?” Jeongin spoke up, and Chan turned his head to his maknae. He was sitting on his knees next to him, eyes teary at the neglect of the others, and his sweatpants did a bad job of hiding his arousal.

Chan's face softened, and he patted his thighs. “Come here, baby,” he said, and Jeongin quickly shuffled over, straddling his lap and pressing down against him with a soft sigh. Chan gently cupped his face, soothingly rubbing his thumbs across his cheekbones, and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Need your hyung to take care of his little baby?” he asked quietly enough for only them to hear.

“Please,” he whispered, needily grinding down against him.

Minho was seeing stars by now, unable to form a clear sentence. He couldn't stop the noise from leaving his mouth, and it had him writhing with embarrassment. Felix had never gone so hard on him before, and fuck he loved it. “Close,” he whimpered, and Felix laughed.

“Forget it, you're not cumming before I say so,” he told him. “I'll show your beloved Channie just how fucked out you are once I'm done with you.” An obscene moan spilled from Minho's lips, and he clenched hard around him. “My baby would like that, huh? Such a needy little slut.”

“So needy,” Minho slurred, completely out of it by now. “Please,” he whimpered, a tear falling from his face.

“Please, what?” Felix asked sharply, dragging his dick across his prostate with every harsh snap of his hips.

“Need to -ohh- cum,” he choked out, curling his fists in the sheets so tightly his nails drew blood even through the fabric. “Please, can't-” he breathed out before breaking apart with another loud moan.

“Go on then, cum and make a mess, like the needy little slut you are,” Felix told him, and Minho's body shook intensely only seconds later. He came with a broken shout of his name, sobbing into the pillow weakly as Felix kept chasing his high.

Chan gently kissed Jeongin, rubbing his hips after tucking him back in. “How the fuck are they still going?” the younger one asked, and Chan laughed.

“No idea,” he said, noticing they were the only ones left in the living room. Jeongin curled up against his chest and Chan soothingly rubbed his back. His ears burned up at the sound of Minho stumbling over the edge, and closed his eyes, hoping they'd stop before he'd lose his mind. It got quiet soon, and after another few minutes, Felix strolled down the stairs, looking pleased with himself. “You menace.”

“He deserved it,” Felix shrugged and smirked at Chan. “Didn't stop talking about you ruining him. Should've seen him when I told him I'd show you how wrecked he is.”

“Felix,” he gasped, and Jeongin stared at his friend in wonder.

“Never thought you'd be so jealous,” Jeongin snorted.

“Well, I am,” he laughed and exchanged a glance with Chan.

“Please tell me you didn't leave him there like that?” he said, barely above a whisper.

“He's fine; he gets emotional, that's all,” Felix shook his head. "Come on, hyung. Do him the favor and take care of him. I'll cuddle Innie. I promise he's fine; I wouldn't leave him if he weren't.”

Chan reluctantly handed over Jeongin to Felix and made his way up the stairs, heart thumping in his chest. Seeing Minho like this, he hadn't imagined it to happen like that. Chan pushed the door open, jaw dropping at the sight. “Oh my God,” he breathed out. Minho was sprawled out on the bed, sobbing quietly as cum dripped from his hole. His hair stuck to his face, tear streaks painted his cheeks, and his body shuddered. “Lix, we have dance practice tomorrow!” he shouted downstairs, and Felix cackled in response.

“Channie,” Minho whimpered, and Chan's stomach flipped at the sound of it.

Oh, for fucks sake.

PART TWO

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minhosimthings · 7 months

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His Universe: A Minho smut drabble

Synopsis: Raw sex with Minho before movie night. That's it.

Warnings: smut, fluff, unprotected sex (Don't do it kids), Oral; receiving, Dom!Minho, FemSub!Reader, Slight Dom reader, mentions of food. MINORS DNI.

A/N: oh wow look at that I accidentally wrote a drabble haha so funny. Real tho guys I'm trying to complete my Jake fic but this idea came into my lizard brain so I HAD to write it. Enjoy it everyone and as always Feel free to give feedback!

Divider by @cafekitsune thank you for this!

"My kitten what in hell are you doing?" You were currently trying to ice a chocolate cream cake with vanilla icing (sue me I love choco vanilla).

Things were going haywire however as the icing melted, because your dumbass decided to ice the cake when it came fresh out of the oven.

"Minho?" A plan had formed in your wicked mind. "My darling, beautiful, hot, rich, pussy wrecking husband?" Minho looked up from licking the melted cream to your doe eyes, amusement clouding his face. "Husband? Girl I don't see no ring on your finger." He held out his hand to you and moved his fingers, flipping his imaginary hair. "Yes husband." You told him, as he snaked his arm around your waist. "How about you and I doordash some cake and we stay in today? All day. Just the both of us in comfy pajamas and that cringy anime you wanted to watch." Minho thought for a second about that suggestion. Yes that would be the most amazing thing in this entire fucking world, just getting on a couch, all warm in the middle of November, with you looking adorable in those sailor moon pajamas you owned. It would be so.. domestic. Something that he had wanted with you ever since... well forever.

"Alright fine we can stay in today. What time is it?" He checked the cat clock on the wall, which read six pm and smiled down at you, before kissing your forehead and letting go of your waist. "I'll get the pillows ready then?" He winked at you in a cringy way, to which you fake gagged and took up your phone to order doordash, while he went upstairs to get pillows and all the necessary equipment for a perfect night.

"Kitten come out I'm dying right now." You were currently in the bathroom, putting on the last bits of your moisturizer, while making a mental note to buy another bottle the next day. You knew your ass would definitely fall asleep the moment you hopped onto the couch, and Minho would fall asleep next to you, so you had to do your skincare in advance. Minho, on the other hand, was standing outside the bathroom, whining and stroking Soonie's head, while Doongie and Dori played outside (correction: Dori annoyed Doongie). "Alright I'm going to break this handle right now." Minho got up from his position on the floor, setting Soonie down, and getting prepared to break down the Pokemon decorated door.

"Oh my god Minho could you be more dramatic? You're turning into Hyunjin slowly but surely." Oh fuck Minho was so fucked right now. He was glad the boys weren't here right now, otherwise they would have a lifetime's worth of material to tease him. You looked so gorgeous, like a magnolia in May and a dainty dandelion at the start of December. It was just loose hair, floppy pajamas and Bunny slippers, but the way they all draped on you was so stunning to Minho.

"Fuck kitten." He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer. "You look so fucking pretty." He slammed his lips against yours, eyes closed, drowning in ecstasy. "Min- Minnie" "Nuh uh baby." He slammed you against the purple wardrobe, which he had built for you on a cold November's night. "Fuck the movie. Fuck the food. All I want right now is you and whatever is inside those pretty little pajamas." You let out an involuntary moan as you looked at Minho with wide eyes. He was all sweaty, with his hair slightly falling in his eyes, and his arms decorated with veins. He still wore his promise ring on his finger, the one with fake diamonds you got for him as a joke. Dizzy, that's all you felt as you looked at Minho's gaze over you, admiring every tiny feature of yours. "Minho~" you moaned at him as leant closer to you kissing your neck. "What is it kitten? Need your master to touch your sweet cunt?" "Y-yes Sir." Sir. That's all it took for Minho's mind to enter limbo and let his dick take over.

Pushing his tongue into your mouth, he dragged your body over to your shared bed, pushing you to the soft mattress, the one with the dark green pillows, embroidered with both of your names.

"Tch tch" Minho clicked his tongue, as he slowly pulled away your clothing, to reveal the turquoise bra you had on underneath. "Oh baby. You're wearing my favourite one are you? Such a good girl you are." Praise. Praise was what got you to fold easily. Just one mention of the word 'good' and you're gone. "Minho please." You said, feeling the bulge in Minho's pants rubbing against the smooth fabric of your underwear. "Please what Jagiya?" "Please go inside me. Please oh f-!" Without warning, Minho had ripped away your underwear with ease, and stuck his tongue inside of it. Pleasure so much pleasure. If this was seventh heaven, you wondered what eighth heaven would feel like. Minho tongue rubbed around your walls, trying to find your cunt, as you moaned his name in the unholiest way possible. You tried everything not to swear out loud while Minho moved his tongue like that. He hated when such dirty words came out of your pretty mouth, but when he was literally giving you the greatest pleasure of your life, how could you not?

"Oh Minho Minho fuck don't stop please! Fuck!" He raised his head slightly to you, immediately giving you the greatest displeasure ever. You were right there! Right there and then he had to stop. Wiping his mouth, he rose up slightly and came over to your face, dick dangling ever so slightly above your pussy. "Oh baby didn't anyone tell you good girls shouldn't speak big girl words like that? Are you a big girl now baby? Or do I have to teach you what happens to big girls?" You slightly gulped at his deep voice, laced with delicious venom. "N-no daddy. Im sorry." He looked down at you and bent to your ear, whispering in a sultry tone. "You don't want daddy to fuck you into tomorrow kitten? that's too bad." Your cum controlled brain panicked ever so slightly as he moved his legs to get off the bed. In a moment of impulse, you grabbed his arm tightly. "No daddy! That's not what I meant!" Slightly smirking at your innocent behaviour, Minho made himself back on top of you. "Aww such a slut for me aren't you, you pretty thing? Alright I'll fuck you but on one condition. You don't cum until I tell you to got it?" You nodded fervently, desperate for his dick to get into the wet walls of your V.

One thrust then another, all the while you asked for Minho to go deeper, give you more pleasure. This was the first time he had ever fucked you raw, and God did it feel so good. Sweat dripped from your brow, but all that was on your mind was trying not to cum while Minho rubbed his cock all over you wet pussy. Oh god this was hard. How the fuck could he ask you not to cum, while fucking your brains out like that? Unfair, and rude.

"Minho. Minnie let me cum." You whined to him, making sure your pout was extra large. He looked up at you, stopping his routine of adding love bites to your already swollen collarbone. "Aww my kitten wants to cum? She's so brave is she? To ask her master to let her cum? How about I pull out baby? Would you like that?" Honestly at this point, you were fed up. Today was supposed to be movies, food and then you were supposed to dom his little cocky ass, with that cute bra you secretly bought. And then he HAD to ruin it didn't he. And he didn't even allow you to cum. That was the last straw.

"Sure babe. Pull out. I'd like to see your dumb dick go out of this pretty pussy." You said to him, voice laced with pure poison. You weren't being his Harley Quinn tonight. Tonight you were Poison Ivy. Minho, on the other hand, looked at you with surprise. When did his little kitten get so brave? It turned his dick hard, to see you be so... courageous. Asking him to let you cum and telling him to pull out? Oh was this the start of heaven or what?

Gently caressing your hips, cock still inside, he kissed your lips softly, instead of crashing them with violence like he usually did. A spark of electric light travelled through your body when you saw him smirking at you through the passionate kiss. What was your boyfriend planning now? What was going on in that attractive brain of his?

Minho's grip on your hair tightened slightly as his left hand moved down to your pussy. A high pitched whine left your mouth as he stuck them in your cunt, playing around with whatever was inside. Edge after edge after edge. That's what was your punishment. You dared disobey your master. Oh baby you're in for it now.

"Can you take this baby? Want me to cum inside of you? I'll allow you to cum don't worry pretty baby." He told you as pulled his fingers out and looked at your glistening figure, hair all messed up and nipples all hardened. "Yes daddy. Please cum inside of me." That was all your robotic, brain washed self could say. You were drunk on his siren eyes tonight, even if you weren't just trying to dom him like five minutes before.

"you are doing so good" Minho praised, his swollen lips leaving your core, his dick pleasuring your cunt "but a good slut like you can take more, right?" he asked as his body climbed into the bed, his lips desperately looking for yours to give you a glimpse of your own taste.

"fuck, it hurts" you moaned with broken words, feeling minho's breath close to your ear "it hurts so much" another strangled cry was heard and this one was accompanied by a growl. the pain felt good when you remembered who was the one inflicting it and that only made you eager to take it even more."it feels good" you whispered against his lips, feeling how minho's digits rubbed your clit in slow, circular motions "god it feel so fucking good"

"god minho" you moaned, letting out whimpers every time his dick touched your sweet spot "please don't stop Minho!"

"Yes princess cum over my cock there you go good girl. Such a good girl aren't you Y/N?" You felt warm liquid fill your small hole and as you let out low moans of his name, Minho couldn't help but think of marrying you, to get this everyday. "Wanna make you a mommy. Wanna get your tummy swollen. Fuck baby. Have my fucking babies. Oh god you feel so good."

"God that felt so fucking good." Minho gasped as he flopped onto the bed next to you, gently stroking your hair and bringing your tired head upto his chest. Listening to his heartbeat always calmed you down and at this moment, it felt like all time had stopped and his heartbeat was the only thing that mattered. Feeling tired from all that you had done, combined with the warm feeling of Minho's body, your eyes drooped and your mind drifted off into pleasured sleep. "So wanna watch that mov-" Minho stopped his sentence as soon as he saw you lightly snoring. You looked so pretty at that moment, eyelids gently dropped over the prettiest eyes and brows furrowed, to make that cute face you made whenever you fell asleep. Minho's heart and soul was so full right now. He couldn't help but imagine your wedding day, when you would look like Heaven's incarnate in your dress, carrying flowers and looking at him with doe eyes.

And when you told him two days later, that you were pregnant, courtesy to your raw sex session, he knew that he would burn down the entire world for you, just for you.

The universe could be on fire, but the only thing that mattered to him was his universe. His universe and nothing else.

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milkistay · 10 months

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getting over it — lmh

pairing. minho x gn!9th member!reader

format. drabble?

word count. 0.6k

synopsis. you really shouldn’t be crushing on one of your members. but when it comes to lee minho, how can you ever help yourself?

from your spot on the shiny dance practice floor, you can see the slight pinch in minho’s expression. it’s the smallest hint of a furrow in his eyebrows, the squint of his eyes—an expression of determined focus. you’ve observed him long enough to recognize it: he’s studying himself in his mind, going over the parts in the choreography that looked awkward and making mental notes to fix his positioning. these are the moments when minho’s dance background seems apparent. when the rest of your members collapse on the couch or the floor, their faces red and their breathing erratic, minho is still glued to perfecting himself.

it’s admirable. you watch him in fascination, like it’s an honor to train with an idol like him, despite having trained with him since stray kids’s pre-debut days. but you can’t help but admire him.

and see, you’ve gotten good at pretending you see minho the same way you see the rest of your members, that the love you have for him is just that same undeniable love you have for them that draws a line at the platonic.

because, of course, you’re best friends. all of the sleepless nights you spent sharing your deep anxieties and confessions on the floor of your dorm, all the afternoon lunches where you doubled over in laughter at the stupidest jokes, all the too-early mornings backstage at m countdown taking photos of each other falling asleep in the makeup chairs—they all count for something, no doubt about that. this is minho, your dear friend who you’d take a bullet for and who would do the same for you (and later find any way to bring up the fact he took a bullet for you and that you were indebted to him).

but this is also minho, with his bright, gleaming eyes and teasing smile and whole-hearted laughter. minho, who stops to pet every cat he comes across and never lets a mealtime pass without asking you if you ate and pokes fun at all his members but would never let them get hurt.

minho, who will look at you one day in his perfectly-styled hair and just-tight-enough outfit on stage or put his hand on your back to guide you through a crowd or wear a stupid determined expression on his face during dance practice and suddenly make your chest clench in a way that just a “best friend” couldn’t.

but you’ve gotten good at ignoring that nagging affection because you have to. you can’t afford to be catching feeling for your members, there exists simply far too many ways for it to go wrong. in fact, being rejected would be the best case scenario because it would avoid the endless trials of attempting to secretly date in a profession where secrets are a rare luxury. but there’s no point in even thinking about dating because it can’t happen. you know this. chan knows this when, one night, you two got a bit tipsy and you let your attraction to minho slip and chan immediately advised you to get it under control. you know. you know, you know, you know.

but you watch him from your spot on the floor as he runs a hand through his hair and pushes it back, licks his lips, and subtly stretches his neck and, fuck, it’s hard to keep it under control.

you’ll get over it, you swear you will. no, you promise you will. but is it too much to ask to just have this for a little longer? can’t you just watch him for a little longer?

but then he rises from his seat, claps his hands together, and instructs another run-through. as your members groan a bit and start to get up from the couch and the floor, minho catches your gaze and gives you a small, encouraging smile that’s equally friendly and endlessly affectionate.

you’ll get over it. eventually.

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mae-gi-writes · 11 months

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01. the note under your desk | minho (xo kitty)

”it all started with a note under her desk.”

genre: mentions of suicide, professional swimmer athlete! Minho x marine biology student! Reader (Nina Shim)

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——— masterlist | 01. DEAR K. | NEXT ———

Everything sucks.

From the university, to the students that inhabit its walls, to the dining hall food that has nothing but salt to make up for its lack of taste, to the annoying jocks that keep partying every night, to the girls who can’t stop gossiping about who got laid first—

Yes. Nina Shim is convinced that everything sucks indeed.

Opening her door to her shared apartment dormitory, she catches sight of the stale pan that has been sitting over the stove for over two weeks, despite her reminder to her roommate this morning that this should be gone by the time she gets back. Nina sighs, pushing off her boots in one swift, clumsy motion before staggering over to the small kitchen island that makes up most of the kitchen space, grocery bags in hand her backpack still slung over her one shoulder.

October is almost over in Toronto and people have been hyping up the idea of Halloween since last week. As Nina puts away her stuff in the fridge, she takes note of the scattered pumpkin-coloured paper streamed across the couch, the paper-mache ghosts in a stack on the coffee table. Her roommate, as depressed as she states she is, is gearing up quite nicely for Halloween. Too bad she can’t be as excited to clean up her own flat space. Nina has been granted all of that in her stead.

And it isn’t that Nina wants to complain. She’s not one to, has a pretty high tolerance level if she says so herself. But the thing is, it’s starting to get on her nerves. She might not be as outgoing, as carefree, as Hanni is, but that doesn’t mean that she needs to clean up after the latter like a mother would do for her children.

She has a life, even if that extends to merely hanging out in the University Aquarium lab and checking in on the goldfish every now and then.

Her phone rings in the silent stillness of her flat. Nina quickly fishes it out from her back pocket, pressing the green call button before placing it at her ear, “hello?”

“Nina!” Her mother’s voice is so warm on the other end of the line. So warm that it makes Nina’s eyes sting with tears, “how are you doing?”

“I’m okay,” she forces the words, glad that her mother can’t see her face, for she would’ve read right through her like an open book. Instead, she puts away the remaining biscuits in the cupboard above her head, “and you? How’s dad? He’s feeling better?”

“Oh you know how he is, always so stubborn,” her mother sighs, “he doesn’t want to take his medicine! And then when he falls even sicker he complains like a baby! Aiya, sometimes I wish he would just stop making my life so difficult—“

On and on she goes and that causes Nina’s mouth to twitch upwards into a smile. She misses her mother dearly, more than she will ever admit, and hearing everything that’s been happening back home makes her feel a little better about being far away despite it all.

“—but Nina, tell me, how has your roommate been? Still as dirty as always?” Her mother’s question brings her back to attention.

The girl leans against the kitchen counter, “she’s alright…just, yeah—not clean. But what else is new?”

“You should report her, you know. It’s a violation of your space and if you can't cope then--"

"Ma it's fine. Just--leave it."

"I'm just saying it would help."

"Anyway, how's dad doing?"

"Dad's been...he's been good."

"Going to his appointments I hope?" Nina asks while pulling out a glass from the drying rack.

"Yeah, it's tough for him. You know how much he hates it."

"Yeah I know."

"And you? We never get news, Nina. How's school? Do you go out with friends? You should--" she's grateful when she hears someone call her mother from the other end of the line and quickly fishes for an excuse, "oh it's okay mom, you can go. I'll catch up on homework anyway."

Her mother leaves the call with another apology, and when Nina cuts off the call and tosses her phone back onto the table, she lets out a prominent sigh. Looking up at the ceiling, she forces her eyes to stay dry, to not cry. Because crying means that she’s giving up.

She’s never felt so alone.

———

“I can’t fail.”

Minho’s seatmate and good friend going by the name of Q, just chuckles before looking down at his friend’s paper, “uh sorry bud, but I think you already did.”

“What happened to you?” His other friend Dae asks with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know, man,” Minho musses up his hair and moans as if the world is about to end. Well, to him it is.

“Maybe you need a tutor,” Q suggests as the class slowly starts to file out of class.

“Or maybe Mrs. Chung hates me,” Minho says snarkily.

“Or maybe,” Dae’s hand falls onto his shoulder, “you need to get your head back in the game. You haven’t really been focused lately.”

“Yeah he’s got a point,” Q says, “anything you’d like to get off your chest?”

“Girl problems?”

“Family problems?”

“Love problems?”

“Oh shut up,” Minho rolls his eyes, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as the trio exit the lecture hall and file out into the main corridor where lingering students are waiting for the next class to begin.

“You know what’s your problem?” Dae suddenly says.

Minho looks at him with a raised brow.

“You’re skipping too many lectures.”

“Aha,” Q snaps his fingers, “now that, my friend, makes a lot of sense.”

“In my defense I have to—“

“Yes yes, we know, you have a rigorous swimming schedule,” Dae rolls his eyes, “but I think maybe it wouldn’t hurt to talk to Coach Choi about it. He might understand.”

“You mean, he’ll kill me,” mutters Minho sourly.

“Or maybe you need help from someone smart,” Q reasons, “why don’t you ask uhm—what’s her name again? The girl who’s always sitting in the front row by the right corner?”

“Ah Kimberley Chen? Yeah she’s hella smart. I’m sure she can help you,” Dae says.

While it sounds like a good idea, Minho’s pride cannot take it. Him? Asking for anything from anyone? He’d rather eat chicken feet, and god knows he hates that stuff.

Though…that doesn’t mean he can’t ask her in secret.

So that’s what he decides to do a few days after their small discussion. He stalks her social media accounts with no success. Apparently, this Kimberley Chen character doesn’t want any distractions from the digital world, hence her lack of presence on Facebook or Instagram.

Minho had no other choice than to stalk her in-between classes. Finding out where this famous Kimberley Chen sits is an easy feat considering that she’s a creature of habit. Having gathered some information on her beforehand, Minho had found out that she’s actually in the block right after his lectures, meaning that he has full chance of getting his personalized note to her.

He waits for the right moment. As soon as the bell rings to dismiss class, Minho quietly sneaks between the rows of desks before smoothly slipping in the note in the shelf right underneath. Then, assuring that no one has spotted him doing such a thing, quickly walks out with his head held high.

He should probably mentally remind himself to check that said desk during their next lecture.

———

“There’s a study group happening in the library. You coming?”

Nina shrugs at her seatmate, knowing full well that it doesn’t matter whether she comes or not. The girl had just been asking out of politeness.

Honestly, her days at university had proven to her that it was almost impossible to make friends on her own. That, or maybe she had just been destined to be alone.

It hadn’t been the case in high school. Nina remembered the happiness, the excitement about attending events with her friends.

Now, she barely had any energy to get out of her house.

“Okay well, if you wanna come, it’s at three thirty,” the girl whose name she doesn’t remember gives her a quick wave of her glossy nail-polished fingers, “bye!”

“Bye,” Nina mumbles to no one in particular. She lets out a soft breath, waiting for the rest of the seats to empty out, before quickly gathering her stuff from her shelf underneath.

It’s as she’s packing up her books that a note falls from her stack. Curious, Nina reaches down to pick it up, turning the plain white letter over. No name. Weird.

Was it money?

Would it be rude of her to check?

It isn’t addressed to anyone, meaning that Nina isn’t practically breaking any boundaries by doing so.

Maybe it belongs to someone. Someone important.

She lets her curiosity get the better of her, breaking off the sealed tip and opening up the page as her eyes scan the contents:

Dear K,

My name is Minho. You’ve probably heard of me. After all, I’m on the professional athletics team. I’m writing you this to ask you for your services. I heard that you’re the top student in class. Well, since I am failing Mrs. Chung’s class, I would really like some help with some additional notes or some studying sessions. You will be rewarded for this.

Let me know if you’re down for it. Cheers.

Minho

Whoever this Minho guy is sure has some great nerve. Nina wonders who in the world would have such a big ego to write such a thing. It sounds almost too absurd to be true.

Wait…Minho. The name somehow sounds familiar…

Or not.

She crumples it up in growing annoyance and is about to throw it away, when she thinks better of it and slowly un-crumples the note.

Maybe she should answer back. Teach him a lesson. And what is this about “You will be rewarded for this”?

Uncapping a pen and flipping the paper over, Nina bends over the table and starts scribbling down her response. Satisfied, she then folds it back into its letter and places it under the desk.

Reward, my ass.

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moni-logues · 4 days

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Oooh, your requests are open! Any rules or prompt list? If there are none, please may I request the following?

You, as BTS Jungkook's Noona. You have a loving sibling relationship, the kind where parents would love for their children to have with each other. The only complaint you have is that he sometimes acts like the older brother, which can be a little claustrophobic when it happens (e.g. chaperoning you on your date when you were teenagers, having a word with your boss when you were overlooked for a well-deserved promotion, etc). Especially when you were a strong (emotionally and mentally, at least) woman, and totally able to f9ght your own battles. Aside from his BTS members, he's good friends with Bang Chan and Minho from SKZ. Given his overprotective tendency, how does he react when he find out that some of his members + Chan and Minho have feelings for you?

Thank you, and please let me know if you have any questions or concerns?

ok so this is like, the very lite version of what you've asked for lmao because I wanted to keep it brief and it could so easily have got out of hand

I don't even really know what to categorise this as.

It's Jungkook's older sister x (potentially) Chan or Minho. It's three men being idiots. It has the tiniest bit of cheek. It is... what it is lol

Word count: 640

Content: none to warn for

Three Men and a Lady

“Hold on,” Jungkook said firmly, his hands up in front of him. “You both like her?”

“Yes,” Chan and Minho answered.

“And I’m supposed to decide which one of you gets to ask her out?”

“No,” Chan replied emphatically. “You have to tell us which one of us she likes more.”

“I don’t think she likes either of you.”

Chan and Minho exchanged a confused look.

“Neither of us?”

“Why would she like you?”

They looked at each other again, somewhat at a loss for words. They hung out all the time with Jungkook, and that meant, a lot of the time, with his sister, too; they all had fun together. She must like them at least a little. Surely?

“Why wouldn’t she?” Minho asked.

Jungkook stared at the two of them. Yes, they were his friends. He liked them. They were good guys. Good enough for his sister? That was where his conviction wobbled. No one was good enough for his sister.

He sat back against the sofa and considered it. She could certainly do worse. She had, in fact, already done worse. If she dated one of his best friends, he could probably far more easily keep an eye on things than if it were some other random guy. Chan and Minho were giving him a choice, too. He got to make the decision. He liked that because his sister quite clearly couldn’t make a good decision on her own. But he would have to approach it carefully; both men were competitive and he didn’t want this to ruin their friendship.

On the other hand, both men were competitive, and that could be a lot of fun.

“Ok.,” he said, sitting forward again, clapping his hands together. “Let’s do it like this. A competition.”

Both suitors pulled a face.

“JK, that sounds weird.”

“What is this, like 1700 or something? We’re not competing. We’re not trying to impress you.”

“You should be if you want me to pick you!”

“You’re not picking us! SHE is. We’re just asking if you know what HER pick is!”

“And you clearly don’t,” Minho accused, with a roll of his eyes.

“Woah woah woah...” JK’s hands were up in defence once more. “Let’s just calm down-”

“Why are we calming down?”

All three male heads turned to see the woman in question exit from her bedroom. They froze, like deer in headlights.

“Uh,” Chan began, not sure where he was going after that.

“Well, it’s-... Uh,” Jungkook stammered.

“Jungkook is wilfully misunderstanding us,” Minho explained without really explaining.

“Sounds about right,” she scoffed affectionately.

“Oi!”

“You know it’s true.”

She continued on into the kitchen area of the living space, very much still within earshot, so the guys stayed quiet, trying to make non-awkward conversation with her as she prepared a sandwich and made a coffee.

None of them had realised she was in. She was supposed to be out—at a gym session or class or something—that was why the conversation was taking place there. Jungkook was supposed to have made sure she was out.

They were figuratively holding their breath, unsure what she might have heard. Chan and Minho knew she would be furious. She was frequently furious with Jungkook and his over-protectiveness. His possessiveness. She was his sister. His older sister, at that, and took great exception to the way Jungkook acted as her keeper and protector. If she found out Chan and Minho had gone to him first, well, neither of them would ever get to date her. Or probably even speak to her ever again.

“It’s Chan, by the way,” she said as she took her plate and mug back to her bedroom.

“What?”

She paused in the doorway.

“Chan. He’s the one I like. Sorry, Minho.”

Then she winked and shut the door behind her.

#jungkook fanfic #minho fanfic #bangchan fanfic #lino fanfic #bts fanfic #skz fanfic #jungkook drabble #minho drabble #bangchan drabble #chan drabble #chan fanfic #lee know fanfic

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mykoreanlove · 24 days

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Roman Holiday 🇮🇹

Minho would be the type of guy to confess his feelings in a grand yet down to earth manner.

He’d take you to Italy, a lifelong dream of his.

He’d be so giddy to spend the time overseas with you, his best friend and confidante.

He had it all planned out - walking tours amongst the sights, plenty of gelato and fake pretend fights at the coliseum.

He’d be learning a couple of words in Italian, hoping to impress you when he’d be ordering delicious pasta for the both of you.

Walking around with Minho would mean a lot of stares, mostly by females, which would go unnoticed by him. Amongst all those historical monuments and sights his eyes were set on the only art that mattered - you.

He’d rent out a Vespa and be your chauffeur on hot days, getting matching helmets for the two of you.

He’d be joking about being a gladiator, fighting and protecting you if hell broke loose.

Minho would have a blast with you, overflowing with happiness and gratitude, shoving his nervousness into the back of his mind.

On the last day, at night per se, he would take you to the trevi fountain with a bag of loose coins in his linen summer coat, ready to shoot his shot.

„You go first“, he would encourage you as he placed the dime in your soft, delicate hands.

You turned around and closed your eyes, focusing on your wish as you threw the silver metal into the fountain.

„Hey, good job!“, Minho congratulated you.

You jumped up and down and ushered him to turn around, watching him from the sidelines.

Minho brought the dime to his lips and kissed it, whispering his wish into the material. With eyes closed he threw it behind him, right into the heart of the fountain.

„Woah, you’re so good at this.“

Minho walked back to you and took your hand into his, guiding you to sit down in front of the dimly lit fountain.

„What did you wish for, y/n?“

„Isn’t it bad luck telling you?“, you shook your head repelled.

„Not if you wished strong enough“, he mused happily.

„Okay, fine.“, you gave in.

„I wished that this trip would never end.“

A serene smile formed on his lips.

„What did you wish for, Min?“

Minho‘s heart was beating out of his chest. This was the moment he had anticipated for months.

„I“, he cleared his throat.

„I wished for you, y/n.“

Your eyes widened in surprise.

„For me? What do you mean?“

Minho slightly adjusted his position, facing you directly now.

„I’m in love with you, y/n. Have been for quite a while now, actually. And if there’s anything that’s missing in my world then it’s you by my side. Only you, y/n.“

You watched him attentively, his eyes were giving away his sincerity.

„What do you say? Will you grant me my wish, y/n?“

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godsmenusuperbowl · 8 months

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Stay ~ *Lee Minho*

Summary: It’s Sunday morning. And you know what makes Sunday mornings so great? Soft, lazy Sunday mornings with your boyfriend.

Pairing: Lee Minho X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 704

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

The sunlight streamed through the curtains, causing you to stir and wake. As your eyes fluttered open, a smile tugged at your lips, feeling good about today. It was lazy Sunday mornings like this which made everything in life worth it. Not only that, but it was even better when you get to spend them in bed with someone you loved.

Smiling to yourself, you looked over at Minho, sleeping peacefully beside you. He looked just like an angel when he was sleeping. Now worry collected in the furrow of his brows and sweat beading down his face. He looked so serene in this moment. If only you could bottle this moment and keep it with you for the rest of your life as more than a precious memory. His lashes lay delicately on his soft cheek and his hair was disheveled enough to make him look rugged. Not only that, but his cheeks were also perfectly kissable, leading you to press a soft peck to each one.

This effectively woke him up, making him sigh and stretch, mumbling, “Good morning, angel.”

“Good morning to you too.” You answered him, giggling. “Although, you look more like an angel than I do.”

“Is that so?” He lightly teased, making the both of you laugh.

As you pecked his nose, you sighed. “It is a good morning now that you’re awake.”

He chuckled. “What time is it?”

Checking your phone, you replied with, “Around 8:30 in the morning.”

Minho stopped stretching to stare at you. Just as you were about to ask what was wrong, he exclaimed. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

You looked at him like he was crazy. “I just told you, silly!”

Flopping back on the bed, he groaned. “Why’d you have to wake me up so early? I haven’t gotten to sleep in so, so, so long! The one day I have time off and you wake me up so early. You’re so mean to me!”

Chuckling, you shook your head and laid back down next to him, cuddling him close. After pressing a kiss to his temple, you mumbled, “Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to wake you so early.”

He snickered before pecking your chin. “It’s fine, angel. Don’t worry about it. If anything, this just means I get to spend more time with you which is always a plus.”

You could feel your heart melting at his words, which prompted you to connect your lips with his finally for that morning. It was a sweet kiss, full of love and laziness. It made you want to keep this moment forever frozen as well, and far away from the tricky hands of time.

However, apparently breathing is an essential function of life, meaning you both had to pull away to continue said function of life. You rested your chin on top of his shoulder before saying, “How does this sound: I go make breakfast and we have breakfast in bed together. Sounds like a plan?”

“Hmm.” He hummed, and glancing at him, you could see his eyes have already closed again.

Laughing to yourself, you slowly unwind yourself from his arms and legs, careful not to disturb him too much. Taking a few breaths to psych yourself to get up, you eventually had your feet planted on the ground. You took a few steps, and was right at the door frame, before you heard Minho whining for you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw him, still curled in the fetal position with his eyes closed, making grabby hands towards you. Honestly, he was like an overgrown baby sometimes. Not that you didn’t think it was adorable.

“Don’t leave me, my angel.” He whined. “Stay.”

“Stay?”

He nodded. “Just a few more minutes please? Then we’ll both make breakfast in bed.”

Pretending to ponder the idea, you smiled before crawling back into bed with him. Again, Minho hummed in contentment, snuggling himself back into your side. You chuckled, kissing his forehead softly. “I suppose I can stay for a little while longer.”

“Good.” He muttered, his voice thick with sleepiness. The two of you both slipped back into sleep together, nestled in a warm and loving embrace.

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violixs · 2 years

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Minho doesn’t want to ignore you. To him, it’s the only solution.

He can’t sleep at night without thinking of your hands on his skin. Smaller than his, but barely an inch’s difference, he can feel the way they cupped his cheek, the radiating warmth of your palm settling upon his skin as you tilted his head to the side. Then, you’d whispered something to him, coherent enough for him to catch, but not important enough for him to remember. The only thought important enough to linger was you — from the gentle scratch of your nail that felt so welcome against his jaw, to the proximity your lips were to his own.

Chapped, a deeper scarlet in some areas from where you’d presumably bitten them. Kissable. Preventing him from getting the proper amount of rest his soul so desperately needs.

Two hours he sat through a computer science lecture, and he can barely recall a single word that the professor said. Minho does, however, remember the scent of your perfume, and the daisy he saw pinned to someone else’s bag that happened to remind him of it. Fragrant, floral, nothing short of the word lovely. In fact, it rather resembles you: flowery, bright, spring-like in all your glory.

And when he got a text, your given name flashing up onto the watch that sat proudly on his wrist, he was completely gone. For all he’d known, he could’ve been in space, because you were becoming all that he knew, the limit of his knowledge and his interests, truly the apple of his eye.

However the moment he sees you with someone else, he decides it can’t be.

It, you and him, the object of his desires and the apple in the garden of eden. Something he craves so desperately, something he doesn’t believe can ever happen.

Really, it’s not you. If it was you, it wouldn’t be so hard to pretend you weren’t there. Like compass pin finding north no matter what, Minho’s eyes find you the moment he walks into a room. They’re drawn to you — unnaturally so — and the way his heart soars exponentially high the moment they meet your own? It’s not right, as though he’s falling off the edge of a cliff, horribly fast and overwhelming and although he knows he’s going to meet his death, he can’t help but enjoy the adrenaline that shoots through his body.

But perhaps Minho doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does. His immediate failure at avoiding you proves so.

He looks at you, standing there with someone else, and his whole body seems to drop. You’re not even doing anything, nothing more than walking side by side, a polite smile on your face, but he feels as though his world is crumbling. Suddenly he is not falling off of the cliff but is the cliff that is crumbling, too fast to keep up with and equally as dangerous.

Yet the moment you break away, your eyes flittering up in his direction, he starts to float. As though the butterflies inside his stomach are lifting him up, he smiles — barely, but it’s there — and gives you a little wave. It’s almost shy, fleeting as though he’s nervous, but you seem to eat it up anyway, similarly to how he consumes your reaction.

He’s clinging onto every smile you give him, the way your cheeks grow round with your grin and the crescent moons that break out of your eyes. You’re looking at him as though he is not simply Lee Minho, but the moon that keeps your night sky bright, and he feels like he’s floating in the clouds.

It’s when you begin to talk that everyone can see it. You’re idiots, the both of you, falling helplessly while being hopelessly unaware, but it’s sweet. It’s young, it’s blooming, it’s exhilarating. But you’re both so blinded by the other that you can’t see the simple things, the hearts in his eyes as he looks at you, the way you always seem to be outside of his class when he’s leaving.

Minho tries to ignore you; it’s impossible, it was never going to work. But he thinks, the more rational, small voice in the back of his head, that allowing you to ruin his life and send him smiles from across the room is at least a little bit better.

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godslino · 2 months

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“i need space” | minho established relationship. angst. hurt/comfort.

Minho knows that when you’re in a mood, it’s best to leave you be until you figure it out.

He’s not really one to pry, and you’re not one to be outwardly open when it comes to your feelings either. But Minho can read you, knows what makes you tick, knows when you’re on edge and need the space.

There’s only so much to do in the house that doesn’t involve you. He makes coffee, he watches a bit of tv, he stands at the window and stares at the cars that drive by. The hardest part is resisting the urge to glue himself to your side the way he wants to.

You’ve been in bed for most of the day. You came home last night, shoulders slumped, and didn’t really respond much when he tried asking. “‘M tired,” is all you said, and Minho could only nod and watch as you retreated into the bedroom.

He doesn’t take it personally. He knows you don’t mean it, knows that in time you’ll peek your head around the corner and ask for him to do what he does best: to wrap his arms around you and never let go. So instead of stretching himself thin, he leaves for the gym, and decides to give you room to roam the house freely if you need.

The workout is hard. He thinks about you the whole way through. He stops by your favorite cafe on the way home and orders your coffee exactly the way you like it, plus some pastries. You’ve been asking for the chocolate croissant they sell for weeks now, too busy with work to stop by on your own.

You’re still in bed when he gets back, the sheets pulled up around your shoulders. “Baby,” Minho says quietly, inching forward, “Hey. I got you some coffee, do you want to come out?”

He kneels in front of you, pulls back the blanket to reveal teary, bloodshot eyes. “I thought you were mad,” you croak out, your voice wet.

“What? No, of course I’m not mad. Hey, shh,” he climbs in, pulls the covers down around the both of you and lets you tuck your head under his chin. Minho’s heartbeat is steady against your ear, his hands soft as they run through your hair.

“You left,” you whisper quietly, “I thought I made you mad.”

“Never. I thought, well, I knew you were exhausted. Things have been hard, yeah? I thought you needed space.”

Minho feels your fingers tighten around the fabric of his sweatshirt. He responds by squeezing you tighter, a silent reminder that he’s there.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to say it, but I don’t need space—I need you.”

There’s a silence, filled with the sounds of your staggered breathing and Minho’s shushing. He takes a deep breath, lets it fill his lungs, allows you to take up even more space in his heart; more than he ever thought imaginable.

“I’m here,” he whispers, burying his nose into your hair, “I’m always here.”

[tags: @jisunglyricist]

#minho drabble #skzstarnet #please take this as my offering bc i said binnie’s chapter would be out tonight #IM GETTING THERE!!!#lee know angst #lee know x reader #lee know scenarios #lee know imagines #lee know fic #lee know fanfic #lee know fanfiction #skz x reader #skz fic #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction

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tasteleeknow · 1 year

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somno but mixed with voyeurism

18+ content. minors dni. consensual somno. voyeurism.

It had been your idea. A shy request you'd mumbled with your eyes to the floor after one too many drinks. Minho had pulled you close and told you if it was something you were sure you wanted to try, to tell him in the morning—when you were sober. Why did he think you'd asked when you had liquid courage flowing through your system? You grumble a little at his request, prompting a small chuckle from him as he threads his fingers in your hair.

"I'll say yes," he reassures you. "Just ask me in the morning, I'll say yes."

It's the encouragement you need to roll over early the next morning and ask him if he will please try fucking you in your sleep.

He smirks at you, somehow managing to look cocky with his hair all messed from sleep. "Yes," he says. Simple as that.

You toss and turn that night, cursing your brain for always refusing to succumb to sleep when you wanted it most. He would play with you a little first, he'd said. He wanted to wake you gently, with slow strokes and gentle kisses. Your heart was racing with anticipation.

Still, finally, with his arms around you—you sleep.

You wake with him between your legs, his wet tongue flicking against your clit. Your small gasp pulls his attention to your face.

"Hello, baby," he says, one corner of his mouth pulled up a little.

"Hi."

"Sleep well?" he asks as his hand rubs soothing circles into your hip.

"How—" you cut yourself off as your eyes take in the state of your skin.

"I wanted you to see where I tasted you," he says in explanation. "I borrowed some vaseline."

He smiles as you press your finger to one of the faint red marks. It's a little sticky, the residue from your tinted lip moisturiser providing physical evidence that he'd littered your skin with kisses as you'd slept.

He crawls up your body, his cock heavy against your thigh as he slots himself between your legs. "I think it did something to me," he whispers. "Seeing you all vulnerable like that... knowing you trust me..." he pauses as he cups your breast with his hand. "Had so much fun playing with you... watching your pretty lips part as I touched you..." He reaches down to align himself properly. "Playing with your cute little pussy," he says just as he fucks himself inside you. "Is this what you wanted?" he groans after a moment, voice strained as he holds himself still above you—buried deep. "To wake up to my cock? hm?"

You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Thank you," you whisper, desperately attempting to pull his lips to yours.

He lowers his mouth to yours until your breath mingles, hovering at the precipice. "Don't be scared to tell me what you want," he says as his lips ghost over yours. "Tell me all the ways you want me to fuck you, yeah?"

You nod. He closes the gap.

#lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic #kpop smut #stray kids smut #kpop imagines #skz smut #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios #minho drabble #minho drabbles

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writingforstraykids · 1 month

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I requested the breeding kink for Channie and Jeongin. Could you add Minho?🤤💌

How often?

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan | Minchan | Minjeong (?)

Word Count: 1777

Warnings/Tags: smut, whiny!sub!chan, switch!innie, soft!dom!min, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, begging, threesome

A/N: I do hope you enjoy the mess down there👀🖤

Part of the 💌 event. More here

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Jeongin glanced up curiously as his hyung strolled over. They were currently the only ones home, and he hoped Chan would make some time for him, using the opportunity of their solitude. He chuckled, surprised as the older dropped onto the sofa between his legs and rested his head on his stomach. “You're okay, Channie hyung?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.

“Mhm, I'm okay,” he nodded and gently pushed the hem of his shirt further up, exposing his stomach. Chan practically buried his face in his stomach, inhaling deeply.

Jeongin frowned softly and scratched his scalp lovingly. “You're sure?”

“Yes,” Chan nodded quickly and closed his eyes comfortably. He felt overwhelmed by his lover's natural scent, the feeling of his warm skin against his cheek, and his long fingers threading through his hair. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” he asked curiously, and his eyes widened a little as Chan glanced up at him through his lashes. His pupils grew darker, and he visibly pressed down his hips on the sofa. Oh.

“It's embarrassing,” he shook his head, nuzzling his nose into his firm tummy.

“I don't mind, it's okay,” he encouraged him, getting curious.

“I just…remember last time? When you told me to keep your cum in?” he asked, blushing softly at the memory of him writhing beneath his lover in an effort to do as he was told.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, ears burning up at that memory. Chan had looked heavenly. “Can't stop thinking about that,” he admitted. “You looked so pretty.”

“I…I want you to stuff me with your cum until I'm so full I can't hold it anymore. Make me so full. Give me all your babies and…,” he trailed off as Jeongin picked up on his train of thought.

“Shit, Channie, didn't expect you to have a breeding kink,” he said, and Chan buried his face in his stomach with a soft groan. “Fuck, okay, yes,” he nodded quickly.

“Yeah?” he asked softly. “We don't have to.”

“No, I really want to,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Wanna make my hyungie feel good, yeah?”

Chan smiled at him, sweet as ever, dimples showing. “Love you so much, my pretty baby.”

“Mhm, love you too. Now get undressed,” he said and reached down to pull his pants off.

“Wait, right now?” he asked stunned.

“You can't promise me all that dirty shit and then expect me to just wait for another time,” he argued and raised his eyebrows at him.

“Mhm, yeah, okay,” he nodded eagerly and scrambled to his feet. “Upstairs?”

“No, right here,” he shook his head.

“We-we'll make a mess, Innie,” he tried.

“Don't care,” he shrugged and shuffled down his pants.

Chan swallowed at the sight of his dick resting against his stomach, already leaking precum. “I-uh, they'll be back soon.”

“And what's so bad about that, huh? You love being everyone's baby, and I love them watching me ruin you,” he smirked, and Chan blushed heavily before nodding.

“Okay,” he chuckled shyly and took his shirt off.

Jeongin smirked and sat up, pulling him into his lap. He kissed him firmly and cupped him through his pants, making Chan mewl and press up against his hand eagerly. Pulling away from the kiss, he met Chan's wide, blown eyes and couldn't stop himself from smiling at the blissed-out look on his face. “So excited already, pretty boy?”

Chan bit back a groan as he pressed his hand down on his aching dick and nodded quickly. “Yes, baby.”

“I'll go grab some lube, yeah? You just get undressed and comfortable,” he told him, and Chan did as he said, getting comfortable on the sofa. Jeongin took his time preparing him, sharing sweet and lazy kisses as he did. He loved how sweet Chan got like this, trusting him fully and handing over all control, letting him do whatever he wanted to. Chan soon got whinier beneath him, writhing and begging for more. How could he deny him?

Chan would notice that touch no matter when or where. There was something so controlled but soft and loving about it that it could only be him. “Hyung,” he whimpered, nuzzling his face into his hand. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, realizing he had been right.

“What is my kitten doing, hm?” Minho's soft voice sent a shiver down his body, and he couldn't hold back the needy moan leaving his lips. Minho's voice just had that effect on him. “Letting our maknae take care of you?” Minho reached out for Jeongin and gently brushed back his hair. “Such a good boy, taking care of our Channie.”

“Mhm, yes, hyung,” Jeongin moaned softly. “Couldn't stop myself.”

Minho glanced down at Chan writhing on the sofa, continuous weak whimpers leaving him, looking completely blissed out. “How often?” he asked, soothingly running his hand through Chan's sweaty curls.

“Dunno,” Chan moaned in response. He had lost count of how often Jeongin had made him cum already.

“Three times,” he answered for him. “But pretty intense, hyungie,” he said and growled as Chan clenched around him with a whimper. “Won't stop begging for more.”

“Wanna be full with your babies,” Chan babbled, no filter anymore. “Please, Innie, don't stop,” he groaned and shuddered with a silent cry as the younger hit his prostate again.

Minho exchanged a look with Jeongin, and the younger could tell that new discovery took him by surprise. He watched them both for another brief moment before locking eyes with Jeongin. “Slow down, baby.”

“B-But-,” he whined; he was so close already.

“Slow down, I don't want you to hurt him,” he said and eyed Chan suspiciously, whose eyes were filling with tears with every hard thrust Jeongin delivered.

“Okay, hyung,” he gave in and slowed down, looking at him with wide eyes as Chan cried out at the loss of intensity.

“No, please,” he whimpered.

Minho gently lifted his head and sat down, letting him rest in his lap. “Channie, my love, you're okay. Doing so well taking Innie like that.”

“I'm a good boy?” he asked timidly, face contorting with pleasure as Jeongin dragged his dick along his prostate.

“Such a good boy,” Minho nodded fondly and caressed his hair, brushing it off his face. “Feeling good, baby?” he asked their youngest.

“Yes, hyungie,” he nodded and gently lifted his legs onto his shoulders, changing the angle and thrusting deeper. He leaned down to kiss him, and Chan whimpered deliciously against his lips.

Minho watched him closely and smirked at the signs of his nearing release. Jeongin was getting more vocal, hips stuttering and thighs trembling. He buried his hand in his hair and pulled him up, chuckling as he made his head heavier to increase the pull. “Look at you,” he said fondly, and Jeongin moaned in response. “Such a good baby, taking care of our Channie boy.”

“Yes, hyung, I took good care of him,” he smiled happily, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as Chan tensed up, clenching him hard and covering their chests once again. “Fuck,” he moaned out and couldn't control himself, thrusting into Chan hard and desperate for a few times before spilling into him all over again. He dropped down onto him shakily, spent from his own three prior orgasms, and tried to push himself up again as Chan whimpered his name.

“Shh, baby,” Minho soothingly fondled his hair. “You did so well; let your hyung handle this now.” Minho slipped from beneath Chan and gently lifted Jeongin off him, ensuring he was comfortable beside him. He brushed back his hair and gave him a soft kiss. “If you prepare yourself while I take care of Channie I'll reward you after, yeah?”

“Yes, hyungie, please,” he whispered eagerly, a heavy blush settling on his cheeks. Minho giggled and planted another tiny kiss on his nose and forehead.

“Minho hyung,” Channie whined and reached out for him. “Need you.”

Minho moved between his thighs and gently fondled them. “Mhm, hyung’s going to take care of you, pretty boy. You're so full already you're making a mess of the sofa. I'll give you one more, and then that's enough for today, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he nodded, trying to keep it all in until Minho was ready.

“Alright, pretty boy, relax, yeah?” he asked, and Chan did, wincing softly as some of Jeongin’s cum dribbled down his cheeks. Minho didn't waste much time, easing his dick inside and biting back an obscene moan at the feeling. Chan felt warm and still so tight, walls fluttering as he pushed deeper. “Fuck, you're such a mess,” he groaned at the feeling of pushing Jeongin’s cum deeper into his wet heat.

Chan beneath him whined deliciously at that comment. Jeongin reached out for him and intertwined their hands as he started preparing himself for Minho later. “Feels so good, hyung,” Chan moaned in pure bliss, and Minho started moving.

Minho stuck to deep, slow thrusts, not wanting to hurt Chan, who didn’t seem to notice much anymore. His stomach flipped, watching his lover's blissed-out expression and hearing the sweet little sounds leaving his lips. “You two can’t behave for once when I’m gone,” he laughed, and Jeongin snorted in response.

“Not my fault, I swear,” he told him, moaning softly as his fingers pushed deeper. “Only gave him what he wanted so badly.”

“Min,” Chan whined sweetly beneath him, head falling back. “So close,” he whimpered, and Minho soothingly rubbed his thigh.

“That’s alright, kitten, you’re doing so well,” he assured him and soothingly kissed him. “Just let go for me, yeah?” he whispered, and Chan whimpered in response before shuddering around him, covering Minho’s shirt. Minho picked up pace and pushed as deep as he could as he came not to waste a single drop. Chan moaned obscenely at the feeling, and if he hadn’t been so tired already, Minho would’ve gone again. He pulled out with a soft grunt and spread Chan’s legs, humming softly at the desperate whimper leaving his hyung’s lips. “Innie baby?” he asked, and the younger hummed softly.

“Wanna help your hyung clean up while I take care of you?” he asked, and Chan’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Fucks sake, you two are insane,” he breathed out but got settled between Chan’s legs, shoving a pillow beneath him. He smirked at Chan before spreading his cheeks and licking up between them with a sweet moan, collecting Minho’s and his cum. The groan that left his lips as Minho pushed inside him shot vibrations up Chan’s body, making Minho grin. Yeah, that would do it to grant them all some fun.

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Jealousy ~ Choi Minho

The eyes of the waiter had been something that you’d noticed on you as soon as you and Minho sat down to your table. He had made no effort to be subtle as he watched you, almost as if Minho wasn’t even sat opposite you.

It was something that Minho had noticed too, how he would conveniently need to pass your table every few minutes, taking slower steps as soon as he got to you, with his eyes watching you for as long as they possibly could.

“He’s doing my head in,” you sighed as he passed you by once again, resting your head into your hand and looking across to Minho who was equally frustrated.

As settled as Minho wanted to appear for you, on the inside he was far from impressed. The guy had given Minho the worst vibes possible, leaving him wondering how far the waiter could go around you before something eventually gave way.

“If he does anything, I’m not going to sit back and do nothing,” Minho warned you, keeping a close eye on where the waiter was at all times as he walked around the restaurant. “If he gets hit, I’m not going to be apologetic for it.”

“Let’s just try and not let it ruin the evening.”

Minho nodded in agreement with you as the waiter came across once again, this time noticing you with both of your menus closed. Of course, he turned to you first, leaning in closely to you to hear what you had to say as you placed your order, offering you the sweetest of smiles as he scribbled down on his notepad.

As he reluctantly turned to Minho though, he could not have been less interested, simply humming in response as Minho placed his order.

You could see across the table that Minho was getting agitated, trying his best to stay composed. Underneath the table, you tapped his foot to reassure him to stay calm, knowing that the waiter was only wanting to get a reaction out of Minho and wind him up.

“Is this your brother?” The waiter asked you once he took your menus off of the table, only for your head to shake back at him. “Boyfriend? Oh, wow. Has anyone ever told you that you could do way better than him? He’s definitely punching sitting here with you.”

“You think she could do better with you?”

“Why not?” The waiter teased in reply to Minho’s question, who found himself unable to stay quiet. “I’m just saying, your girlfriend really looks like she’s made the effort tonight, but you just look like you’ve been dragged through a bush.”

Your head shook as you shot a glare across at the waiter, “I happen to think that my boyfriend looks incredibly handsome, much more than you.”

The sudden snap from you had the waiter fumbling as he took a step back from the table, “if you want my number at any point in the night, then all you have to do is say.”

“I’d rather have your name so that I can bring this up to your manager,” you calmly responded, keeping your eyes staring across at him until he backed away far enough to turn around.

As soon as he moved from the table, you took a large sip from the glass of wine in front of you to try and calm yourself down. Opposite you, Minho had a wide smile on his face, taken aback by how firm you were with the waiter.

Once you’d composed yourself, he cleared his throat and looked across at you. “I’ve never seen you like that before,” he grinned, struggling to figure out where that side of you had suddenly come from that you’d hidden before.

“I wasn’t having him speak to you like that,” you responded.

“You think I’m handsome.”

Your eyes rolled at the part that Minho seemed to focus on, “you’re better looking than him, I mean he didn’t have a nice smile, but then again no smile could ever match yours.”

Minho nodded in agreement with you as he too took a sip from the glass in front of him, keeping his eyes on you. The way you had stood up for your relationship touched Minho, stunning him by how quick you were to close things down.

You were usually pretty calm, but as the waiter seemed to cut below the belt, you weren’t going to sit there and do nothing, especially as he wound Minho up more and more too.

“I wasn’t prepared to spend the whole of our evening sat with you feeling jealous,” you joked as the two of you calmed yourselves down. “I could tell you were getting envious of him flirting and the things that he was saying too.”

A sigh came from Minho, he didn’t want to say that he was jealous, but he was certainly irritated by how open the guy was around you, as if he wasn’t there.

“I thought at one point you were going to get so jealous that you were going to stand up and lump him,” you laughed across to Minho, “it’s rare for someone to ever wind you up as much as he seemed to do.

“He wasn’t even good at flirting; it was a creepy flirt.”

“But it still bothered you,” you reminded Minho, “I could tell by the look in your eyes that you weren’t enjoying any of what he was doing to me.”

Minho nodded as he sat himself upright, scratching a frustrated hand over the top of his head for letting such a thing get under his skin.

“I’ve never had to deal with someone flirting with you before, everyone that we’ve been around has respected our relationship. It wasn’t him that made me jealous, it was the fear that there are other people out there who could do this, I felt like I was being threatened.”

You smiled weakly back across to Minho, holding your hand out across the table for him to take a hold of. Straight away he leant forwards and stretched his hand out to rest into yours, feeling your tight grip wrap around him.

“I don’t want other guys to flirt with you, what if one day one of them gets your attention? If he can flirt, who else can? I don’t ever want to be so protective of you, but at the same time, I don’t want to lose you to someone else Y/N.”

“People can flirt, but it won’t ever change anything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

A laugh came from you at the innocent look on Minho’s face, “because I know that no one will be able to impress me like you can Minho.”

“I’ve not ruined our evening, have I?” Minho nervously asked as a different waiter passed by your table, clearly letting you both know that the other waiter had panicked and swapped positions with someone else.

“Nothing is ruined,” you promised him, “if anything, this has given us something to laugh about, right? Someone else’s dodgy attempts of flirting.”

Minho nodded slowly, admiring how you placed a positive spin on everything.

“You know it’s healthy to be jealous from time to time too Minho, it’s human. There’s been times when I’ve been jealous, especially around your fans too, but I just try and not let get it get to me too much.”

“Have you really felt jealous?”

“Of course,” you laughed, “have you seen some of their fans? They’re absolutely stunning.”

“I bet that none of those fans are as beautiful as you are,” Minho immediately replied, confident about the fact too.

“Just like no other guy will ever be able to compare to you.”

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milkistay · 2 years

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by your side — lmh

synopsis. sometimes birthday celebrations can make an introvert like yourself a bit anxious. luckily, minho is there for you, all the time.

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you can’t blame chan. one of his admirable traits was how he seemed to naturally make friends, sweeping through crowds of strangers and turning them all into acquaintances. it was part of his extroverted charm. his favorite birthday parties always involved a huge crowd of the friends he’d collected over the years. so, of course, as your own birthday was approaching, his first suggestion was a big party. you can’t blame him.

but you weren’t chan. with your introverted nature, you didn’t get the same buzz he did when surrounded by people—strangers, friends, whoever. as he paced the kitchen, excitedly rambling about his plans for your birthday party, you couldn’t help but feel on edge.

“honestly, it’s gonna be so much fun,” he insisted. “we’ll invite the members, your friends—i can even invite some of my friends! there are some people who i think you’d really like if you met them. it’ll be really cool.”

from the dining table where you and minho finished up some takeout, you turned your gaze directly to the tteokbokki in front of you and away from chan. you poked at the rice cakes with your chopsticks as he continued talking. you didn’t want to crush his excitement—to tell him you’d much rather just spend a chill day with minho and the other members—but it was true. just the thought of having to be around all those people began freaking you out.

from the corner of your eye, you saw minho looking at you and you wondered if you were being too quiet. so you smiled up at chan.

“sounds good,” you said.

chan grinned back. “great!”

you finished the rest of your dinner without saying much. you thought your true feelings had fled under the radar, until—when chan headed to the studio and left you and minho alone to clean up the dishes—minho turned to you.

“you hate it, don’t you?” he asked.

“huh? hate what?”

“the birthday party chan’s planning for you.”

you bit down on your lip, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “no, it’s fine. it should be fine.”

minho chuckled and shook his head slightly. “sometimes you underestimate how much i know you.”

you sighed. “okay, fine. maybe it’s not my favorite thing but it should be fine. i’ll be fine. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“it’s your birthday, you know. you can do whatever you want.”

“but he’s so excited,” you said. “and i will be fine, okay?”

he crossed his arms over his chest and took a moment to think. “how about this: you and me celebrate your birthday for the day—just the two of us—and then go to whatever party chan wants to host and stay in the corner and talk the whole night. how’s that sound?”

you smiled. “you’re too kind to me.”

he wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss to your head. “only cause i love you.”

you didn’t know exactly what minho had in mind for your birthday and, honestly, you had almost forgotten about your conversation entirely. that was until, on your birthday morning, as you gently stirred awake, you found a confetti-filled balloon tied to your bedpost. you could barely process it before you picked up on the ridiculously-enticing breakfast smell coming from the kitchen. when you walked out of the bedroom, hair messy and in one of minho’s hoodies, rubbing your eyes groggily, minho—who had been setting out two plates and utensils on the table—greeted you with a grin.

“good morning,” he said, rushing over to kiss you and pull you into a hug. “happy birthday.”

“cute balloon,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“yeah, thought it was nice.” he pulled away and carefully cupped your face and swiped his thumbs across your cheeks perhaps in an attempt to wake you up a bit. “wanna eat? i made your favorite.”

after your breakfast spent sharing laughter and still-sleepy conversations, minho took you out to the park. together, you watched small kids cruise by on their first bikes as parents trailed behind them and ducks dip their heads into the glistening pond water. with your hand in his, you split a pastry on a park bench as you talked about the passage of time and minho doted on you just a bit more than usual. honestly, your cheeks felt sore by how much you were smiling.

chan’s party approached soon enough and, though you had spent the whole day in bliss with enough forehead kisses to last you until your next birthday, you couldn’t shake the familiar anxious feeling that always preluded social events as you were getting ready. you clasped a necklace around your neck, letting out consciously-steady breaths in a self-soothing effort. you checked the time—you had to leave soon to make it on time.

“minho?” you called out from your room to him in the living room, where he was waiting for you to finish. “min, are you ready?”

without a response, you called out his name again. nothing.

“minho?” you asked once more, opening the door to the living room.

minho, who was hunched over something on the dining room, was too focused to look at you.

“wait!” he said. “close your eyes.”

“huh?”

“just do it, trust me.”

you complied. you could hear him making small noises of satisfaction as he moved about the room, turned off the lights, and approached you.

“here, give me your hand.”

he led you to the dining table with one hand holding yours and the other on the small of your back, moving slowly enough to ensure your safety. he positioned you where he needed you.

“okay, open,” he instructed.

you opened your eyes to a small, intricately-frosted cake holding lit candles that illuminated the dark room with a warm glow. on the cake read “happy birthday” with a small icing heart at the end of the phrase.

“happy birthday, love,” he said. “make a wish.”

you were almost too touched to do a thing. “minho…” you said.

“it’s your favorite flavor, i managed to pick it up before you woke up. quick, make a wish,” he encouraged, rubbing your back.

with a smile on your face, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips together, making a silent wish in your mind: let him stay with me forever.

you blew the candles out in one breath and plunged the both of you into darkness as minho offered gentle applause. he kissed your cheek.

“nice,” he said.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. you pulled away and kissed both of his cheeks.

“i love you,” you said. “thank you.”

“of course,” he replied. “i love you, too.”

the two of you shared a quick slice that you ended up making you late for the party but it didn’t matter too much since you were giggling with fondness the whole car ride there. minho kept his promise and stayed by your side the whole night in the corner of the party, leaving only to refill your drinks. and at the end of the night, when chan brought out the cake he bought for you and had all the guests sing a sloppy chorus of the happy birthday song for you, it wasn’t too nerve-wracking when you could look out to the crowd and spot minho between a loud, drunk jisung and smiley, giddy felix and feel instantly comforted by his gaze.

it was the best birthday ever. you couldn’t wait to spend every future one with minho.

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mae-gi-writes · 10 months

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02. The note under your desk | Minho (xo kitty)

”it all started with a note under her desk.”

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——— MASTERLIST | 02. Kind Regards, N | NEXT ———

Minho bunches up the note in his hand and pounds it into the wall. The paper bounces easily and falls, crumpled, onto the floor, which does nothing to ease the kind of anger bubbling up through his chest.

What nerve, he thinks as his eyes see all red, who the fuck thinks they can mess with him and get away with it?

He’d almost laughed as he read the words once. Again, and again. Until the reality had kicked him in the balls and he came to the conclusion that whoever this person is, they’re messing with him.

Dear Minho,

First off, that’s such a patronizing way to ask for help. Not even a please? Who the hell do you think you are? What you need help with are your manners, bro. Oh and I’m not Kimberley and I will definitely not pass on your message. Maybe you can try asking again — nicely, and then maybe I’ll consider telling her about you.

Also, Kimberley doesn’t sit at this desk. Maybe you should’ve known that first before even making a move. Kind regards,

N <3

A stranger.

A stranger had read his note. And this stranger might know exactly who Minho is. Great.

Now his entire reputation is at stake because of this stupid idiot who thinks it’s fun to pass on messages like love letters.

A knock sounds on his door and before he can ask, Q’s head pops in, “hey dude. You got a minute?”

“That depends,” Minho sighs and leans back into his plush bean bag, “I’m currently in the middle of a crisis.”

“What happened?” Q frowns, closing the door behind him before settling down on the carpet opposite.

Minho opens his mouth. Closes it. Regards Q with narrowed eyes. Then, a scowl forms onto his face.

Q blinks, “what? What did I do?”

“If I tell you, you cannot tell anyone.”

“Uh—sure, okay.”

“Swear it on your mother’s head.”

“Wha—Minho, come on. Just tell me—“

“Swear it.”

“Okay okay fine,” Q rolls his eyes, “I swear on my mother’s head. Now tell me.”

Minho recaps everything from the moment he’s dropped the note underneath the said desk to the episode that occurred just a few minutes prior.

Q cannot help himself but laugh, covering his mouth in an attempt to calm himself down as the other boy’s face twists into a ferocious glare that would’ve sent anyone running home, “oh my god,” Q says, trying to hide his chuckle, “this—you—oh my god, this person’s hilarious!”

“It’s not funny!” Minho rages, hands going up to grapple through his locks, “what am I supposed to do now?!”

“Well, assuming that it’s a girl from the handwriting,” Q shoots him a pointed look as he settles more comfortably against the couch, “I’d say you should write back.”

“And say what? That it was a mistake?” Minho rolls his eyes.

“No, but if she’s sitting in the front row, maybe she has all the resources you need. Ever thought of that?”

At that, Minho straightens and looks at his best friend as if a lightbulb has struck, “you think she’s smart?”

“I believe so. Why else would she be in the front row?” Q shrugs.

“Q,” Minho’s eyes fly up to his as a smile breaks across his face, “I think you’re a genius.”

“I know,” Q grins, “thank me later.”

———

Nina is half asleep when her fingers curl over the note under her desk.

It hadn’t been her intention to find it, but somehow it seems as though fate enjoys playing tricks on her. Huddling behind her stack of books and quickly ripping it open under her desk, Nina quickly places the paper over her copybook, slouching over her desk as though in deep thought when in truth she’s reading over the words with barely concealed amusement.

Dear N,

Well well well, nice to meet you. I guess I should apologize for my “patronizing” behaviour, as you said, but maybe you should just tone it down a little. Juuuust a little. Violence was never the answer, honey.

Anyway, since you’re the one who received my beautifully crafted handwritten letter, maybe you’d like to help me out with my horrible grades.

Pretty please? I’m asking nicely this time ;)

Yours sincerely,

Minho.

P.S: you know my name but I don’t know yours. Care to share?

Nina shouldn’t answer. She shouldn’t get involved with such a boy who seems to suck at flirting and who’s desperate enough to do it for the grades. Yet, his half-baked attempts only cause an amused smile to slowly crawl up her lips, one that she quickly hides when Professor Chung turns to ask the class a question.

Hiding behind a curtain of hair and leaning over her desk, Nina takes out a fresh piece of paper, and starts to write.

———

Dear Minho,

who even calls anyone “honey” these days? I think you need a real-life update. In any case, why don’t you ask the library for a tutor to help you out? I’m sure they’ll have much better resources than a random stranger from lecture.

Try it out, it might work wonders for you. Who knows, maybe you could use your flirting skills then ;)

Sincerely, N.

P.S: the first letter of my last name is S. That’s all I can give you for now.

———

Dear N.S.

I finally have some initials to call you by. Nice, although, a name would’ve sufficed. I’ve tried the library, horrible staff and the tutors are just there because they want a piece of me. What can I say? I’m a horribly enchanting man who cannot go anywhere in peace. So please, help me?

Kindly,

Minho

———

Dear Minho,

bold of you to assume that they’re enchanted by you.

I don’t know, should I help you? You’re not being very convincing. Then again, what do I know? I’m just some girl whose notes you need in order to get good grades right? Reality check, my man. Maybe you need to realize the world does not revolve around you :)

Kind regards,

N.S.

———

Dear N.S,

I’ll just say it’s still not fair you know my name and I don’t know yours, so I’m holding that against you. You keep insulting me but you also keep answering my notes. Either you’re a masochist and enjoy watching me suffer or you’re just a little bit entertained. I know I am even though I’m still struggling with Psychology.

Kindly, Minho.

———

The water is icy cold.

Minho’s limbs are freezing by the time he’s twenty laps in, the heat slowly spreading from his heart to the rest of his muscles as he keeps moving through the water as easily as a fish in the sea. This is where he feels the most alive, the most content.

Underneath the surface, everything is dulled out. He can only hear himself, the echo of sounds and voices drowned out by the alienated air pulsing through Minho’s ears.

Breaking through the water with a shaky breath, he quickly swims towards the edge and grabs on. On the other side are toddlers with their swimming instructors, voices loud and bouncing off the walls of the indoor-heated pool.

Minho grabs onto his cap, tugs it off his head before shaking out his hair. Part of him feels guilty for not doing more but he can’t find it in himself to continue for today.

“Hey if it isn’t Minho!”

The said man turns to find one of his swim mates, Jung Kiseok, striding towards him with purpose. He lifts a hand in greeting, “hey man.”

“Long time no see!” Kiseok claps him on the back before jumping into the water, the edges sloshing as he does so, “what have you been up to lately? You don’t seem to be around much.”

“Yeah I’ve been trying to save my grades,” Minho grimaces.

Kiseok groans sympathetically, “Oh I know how that feels. You found a tutor yet?”

“I don’t like the library tutors,” Minho sniffs, causing his friend to laugh, “why don’t you enter a study group? Wouldn’t it be easier?”

“Study group? How’d you find those?”

“Just go on the School Portal, man. They’re everywhere, for every subject.”

Minho straightens at that, eyes wide with hope, “how am I only finding this out now?”

“Shit, you really haven’t been studying have you?” Kiseok laughs even harder, “I’ll send you the link to one if you want. I know the TA in charge well.”

“That would be great, thanks.”

it isn’t until that night that Minho opens up the letter found underneath the desk from his Psychology class this morning. He finds that, ironically, he looks forward to having snippets of conversation with that infamous N.S. It somehow makes his day a little better, a little brighter. He wishes he can know what she looks like, at least.

Muscles aching and hair still wet from his shower, the said young man settles onto his couch with a heavy, tired sigh, before finally giving in and opening up the letter.

Dear Minho, okay. You got me. I’m actually really entertained by our conversation so yes, caught me red-handed. I wouldn’t have imagined that you would answer my note after the first time. Question: why did you take Psych if you’re struggling? I’m sure there must be another elective you can take.

Anyway, I’ll play nice and forward you the latest notes. Just give me your email.

Kindly, N.S.

“Yes,” Minho mutters to himself, inwardly punching the air as he quickly scribbles down his response and folds it as small as he can get it to go.

His phone suddenly vibrates. The young man grabs hold, presses down onto the call button, before placing it by his ear. “Minho, how are you?” “Eomma,” he switches to Korean, the language flowing smoothly through his tongue, “I’m good. How are you?”

“You’ve been very quiet lately. How’s your swimming going?”

“it’s alright,” he lounges back onto the couch, “same old.” “I hope you’re not skipping swimming practice.” On the contrary, it’s school he’s skipping out on. Not that she needs to know that.

“No Eomma, everything’s fine okay? You don’t have to worry.”

“and your grades?”

He clenches his teeth, “my grades are fine.”

Another lie. It’s the only thing that will keep his mother’s nose out of his business. They talk for a few more minutes before his mom is called back to work, and Minho cuts off, head resting back against his couch as another exhale escapes his lips. Lying to his mother had never been in his plans, but he finds it’s easier to do that rather than having her on his back about every little single thing. He’s surprised she has even let him be on his own for more than one day, considering that she used to pester and harrass him about being on time and being perfect at everything he did.

It was tiring. And Minho had grown sick of it.

His phone pings once more. Minho looks down to find Kiseok’s message with a link tot the Study group he’d been bragging about earlier.

Maybe that will help him out.

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“You going to study group later?”

Nina looks up from her book. It had been one of those rare occasions where she could actually rest after this hectic week that had just passed —what with her midterms coming up, her assignments, and having to find a part-time job to finance her living situation.

It’s also a very rare occasion that her roommate actually reaches out to talk to her like she actually exists. It’s so surprising that for a minute, Nina just looks at her in surprise without registering anything she has said.

“What?” Nina asks blankly.

Her roommate — her name is Karen Liu and she’s a cheerleader —cocks her head at her, long hair streaming down her left shoulder, “you okay?” She asks, “you seem a bit out of it lately.”

It’s not the first time that Karen tries engaging with her and for that, Nina feels grateful. But the thing is, Nina feels so…blank in comparison. Karen’s life is filled with colour and pops of bright vibrancy that seems to jump out of the page at you. She’s someone bright, bubbly, funny, everything that anyone’s ever wanted to be. She’s popular amongst the boys and the girls, so can Nina face her without ever feeling like she’s never enough?

So Nina avoids her. Like the plague. And despite Karen’s greatest attempts at reaching out to her, the latter would rather have it that way.

Nina isn’t someone ready to be thrust in the spotlight. She never was.

“Uh yeah,” she stutters out a reply upon realizing that Karen had been waiting all this time, “I’m good, just busy. And yeah—I’m coming to the study group later.”

A smile so bright fills Karen’s face, “great!” She chirps before slinging her tote bag over her shoulder, “I’ll see you then!”

Great. Now Nina has no other choice than to show up now that she’s made a promise she can’t avoid. And it’s ironic really, considering that she’d been planning to have a quiet evening to herself, listening to her favorite music and watching the latest videos about marine life; more specifically about orcas.

The afternoon goes by quicker than she wants it to and before she knows it, she’s walking straight into the library at five on the dot as the sun slowly descends in the horizon and glazes everything in summery gold despite the fact that it’s freezing outside. Winter is coming. Nina can feel it in her bones.

There are already a few people there and she quickly takes a seat next to a guy she hasn’t seen before. Karen sends her a subtle wave from across the table and she waves back shyly, before focusing on gathering her books from her bag.

“Right, thanks for coming everyone,I’ll just do a quick intro for the new faces around here,” the TA in charge stands and leans his palms against the table, making sure to get a glimpse of every face, “my name’s Alex and I’ll be in charge of the Psychology study group. Make sure you come every week because we don’t normally linger too much on each topic. These sessions are here to help you get a better understanding, not to actually revise any material.”

Nina nods along with everyone else, already knowing all this. She clicks and unclicks her pen out of habit.

“Today we’ll be reviewing on the different mental disorders. I’ll be passing out study sheets and key points to take note of for each,” Alex starts handing around some papers as he speaks, “feel free to ask any questions. Before we begin with the questions, have a quick-read though and discuss with the partner on your left.”

Nina turns instinctively towards a young man who seems unfamiliar, a new addition to the study group probably. He’s nicely dressed, with a crisp white polo and a beige cardigan thrown over him, pretty features framed by stylish locks.

“Hi,” his voice is deeper than she’d imagined, “my name’s Minho Song, I’m new to this study group thing and I pretty much hate Psychology. I’m a Sports Science major.”

He reaches a hand out and she shakes it, “hi, I’m—“

Wait.

Minho?

Could it be—

Her Minho? The guy with whom she’d been exchanging messages with all this time?

No way. No. The world can’t be that harsh to punish her like that.

“I’m—uh—“ Nina’s mind blanks out. Shit. She needs a new name, “my name’s Na—Nana.”

His brow dips in a furrow and Nina quickly realizes that he knows her initials, “I mean—yeah Nana Liu! Yeah. That’s my name.” She laughs to hide her nervousness, “nice to meet you.”

He seems amused, at least, “you from here?”

“No I moved here after high school,” good. It doesn’t seem like he’s suspicious in the slightest, “what gave me away?”

“Your accent. You speak English with an accent I can’t place.”

“Ah yes, well—it’s not my mother tongue.”

“What is it then?”

“I speak French, normally.”

“French,” his eyebrows rise up, “interesting. How come you ended up in Korea?”

She shrugs while trying to calm down the wild beating in her heart, “I thought it’d be cool to live here.”

“And how is that turning out for you?”

“Uhm,” quite horrible but she can’t say that, especially not to a native Korean guy whom she just literally met a few minutes ago. Although, if this is the same guy from the notes, then —

But what’s the chance of having two Minho’s in the same course as her and who are majoring in Sports Science?

She tries to probe a bit further, “so…sports science huh?”

Thankfully, Minho provides her an immediate answer to her silent question, “I’m a swimming athlete. Got a scholarship to study here.”

“Ah. That’s cool.”

Shit. So she’s right. Her gut feeling never lies.

“And you?”

“I’m a marine biology major.”

“Guess we have one thing in common then.”

“Oh,” she cocks her head at him, “which is?”

“We both enjoy the sea, or the idea of it, anyway.”

“Okay guys,” Alex is quick to interrupt, “let’s focus on the work that needs to be done and we can get to know each other later, right?”

That shuts her right up, bringing back the reminder that this Minho is the same guy who’s trying to get her notes. Pompous, self-centered and insolent….somehow, this Minho standing before her doesn’t seem to add up to that same guy.

Nina manages to focus on the task at hand, pushing back her own personal feelings in order to get this assignment out of the way. Together, they discuss the ways in which Bulima and Anorexia are different and she really tries not put her focus elsewhere, stuffs it at the back of her mind like a secret she wishes to forget.

It's a long hour of work before Alex finally calls for a discussion. Then, he summarizes the content for the night before he lets them off, "remember," he calls out, "don't study by heart. Study first to understand."

"You done for the night?" Minho asks as they are packing up their bags.

Nina glances at him in surprise, "uh yeah. My classes are over. You?"

"I have this god awful swim practice I gotta get to," he tugs at his bangs in a manner so childlike she can't help but find endearing.

"Somehow, I'm very glad not to be in your place right now."

"That's because you haven't seen me swim."

Nina laughs, "I like the ocean, I'm not a big fan of swimming."

"Why not?"

"Well, nobody ever taught me how." She flushes upom realizing how sad that sounds, "well, it's not like an essential skill--"

"Uh I'm pretty convinced it's essential," he smirks at her.

"You're just biased because you're a literal mer-man."

"Merman?" Minho chortles, "oh god, haven't heard that one before."

it is only then that she realizes they're the only two left in the study room. She looks around, amazed that she had been so caught up in conversation that she'd barely heard any of the other students leave.

Minho seems to think so too as he slings his backpack over his shoulder, "let's get out of here."

"Do you like it?" Nina asks as they exit the library. The wind has picked up its pace, a lot colder as it whips across her face.

Minho shoots her a glance, "like what?"

"Swimming. Do you like it?"

There's a small pause. "I do."

"How...how does it feel? To swim?"

He takes his time to answer, “it feels…peaceful.” He looks at her then, eyes softening, “as if you’re the only one left in the world.”

Nina wonders how that feels like. And how, in context, is it defined as peaceful. Because she’s been alone and she feels like she’s alone despite being surrounded. And yet, peaceful is not the word that comes to mind.

“That sounds nice,” she murmurs absentmindedly, before spotting the gymnasium in the distance, “well, I guess that’s your stop.”

“Yeah,” Minho’s face creases into a soft smile, “I guess I’ll see you next study session. Don’t miss me too much.”

Nina chortles at that, “dream on, merman.”

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A/N: second part is up!!! How did you find it?! Let me know your thoughts! Also, I’m creating a playlist for this small series so I’m open to any song suggestions that might fit this couple!

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