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mini-yoongers · 1 year

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impressions of a newborn atiny

k i've been into Ateez for maybe almost a month now, and in a nutshell my stanning process is as follows:

• absolutely binge on nothing but music videos • after a couple weeks graduate to performances/relays • start learning names/watching fan vids

last night i started watching fanvids and got all their names down. here is what i think of the Ateez members so far.

San - San is 100% the only reason I even glanced at Ateez. I saw that story their hair stylist posted on her instagram of him absolutely wrecking his tresses during a Guerrilla performance and I was like Ok. I need to know this guy. And he's pretty much everything I expected. I am infatuated with not only his dedication to dancing but his harsh appearance and the way you can see his true nature is that of an artist. He seems like he tries very hard in all avenues of life. His sex appeal is off the charts. His face is my ideal and I want him to slice me open with his cheekbones. Knowing he is 5'9" makes me want to go feral. I will stan this man til I die, I suppose.

Hongjoong - he is drugs and I need more.

Seonghwa -Seong reminds me so much of Saga from Alice Nine to the point where it makes me want to screech and cry. He seems like the best hyung. He's so caring and is always just... there??? Also his nose. Jesus fuck don't let any plastic surgeons near that gorgeous masterpiece of evolution. A good boy. A great boy. I want to love him with all my heart.

Wooyoung - He is Yeonjun's boyfriend. His face is comforting. I feel like he's still figuring out a lot about himself.

Yeosang - Visuals are out of this world. Seriously. Every time I see him out of the corner of my eye I'm like wtf is that GORGEOUS THING THERE??? Oh tis Yeosang. Reminds me so much of Ren from Nu'est, both in appearance and personality. Seems like a very comfortable, comfy person. I love his body proportions and general energy/aura. Feels very calm and stable to me. Contender for bias.

Yunho - Unbelievably sweet energy. Can't imagine he's ever done a bad thing in his life. Tall enough to be friends with TXT. I will inevitably be falling extremely hard for him at some point. Soft soft soft soft soft boy.

Mingi - I love how when he raps he has that sorta heavy/draggy sound to his words. Super attractive. He's like a hot jock. Seems super sweet tho.

Jongho - Body so smol. Voice so big. Obsessed with his singing. Love how every time he has a line my brain goes "yep it's that guy." Very curious to learn more about what his personality is like.

As a group, Ateez seem to jive really well with each other and in my mind they really stand out amongst a lot of the mediocre groups in terms of their raw talent. I really love the way they utilize/use MR in their live performances, and don't shy away from it but rather use it for a consistency throughout the performance that really accomplishes what they're going for. Their use of MR allows them to go all in on the choreography. I think the way they separate their incredible vocals into studio recording and their incredible dancing into the live performances is really admirable, and demonstrates a clear vision for the group that a lot don't even come close to in their live performances.

Honestly I was... quite taken aback by how much more attractive they look in live performances than in MVs. Ha.

What strikes me the most are two things -- visually they're all very different from one another, which gives me the impression they were chosen for the group based on talent rather than strictly visuals/etc. They're definitely one of the BTS-modeled 4th gen groups, with their hyung not being the leader and the level of quality they push for in their dancing and performances. The sense of wholesomeness, and the involvement of members in music production, so on and so forth.

They also seem to really like each other, which is nice. I love the songs, and need to spend some time seeing which ones Hongjoong and other members took part in.

Ultimately, I think Ateez is a perfect blend of classic kpop styles and visuals with the modern 4th gen emphasis on talent and great personality.

I think that's all! Tell me how on or off I was with my impressions, I'm curious. Oh and spam me with San pics kthxbye.

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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NCT

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TAN

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TXT

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UNVS

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WOW

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BoA

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Earth

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God

Gong Yoo

Gun

Ha Sungwoon

Hirose Tomoki

Hong Jong-hyun

Hyeok Geun Choe

Cha Hyunseung

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Jaejoong

Jasper Liu

Jay Park

Ji Chang Wook

Ji Soo

Ji Sung

Johnny Huang

Jongkook

Jung Il Woo

Jung Won Chang

JUNNY

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Kang Haneul

Kim Jaewook

Kim Soo Hyun

Kim Woobin

Kinchiku Yuuki

Kwak Dong Yeon

Lai Leon Yi

Lee Dong Wook

Lee Jae-wook

Lee Jehoon

Lee Jong Suk

Lee Joon Gi

Lee Min-Ho

Lee Min-ki

Lee Soo Hyuk

Luo Yunxi

Max

Mew

Mike

Nam Joo-hyuk

Off

Park Bo-gum

Park Hae Jin

Park Hyung Sik

Park Seo-joon

Sakaguchi Kentaro

Satoh Takeru

Seo In Guk

Simon Dominic

Simon Gong

Song Kang

Song Weilong

Sota Fukushi

Sung Hoon

Takhon Paing

Timmy Xu

Tsao Yu Ning

Tul

Vardy Wang

Vincent

Wang Rui Chang

Wi Ha Joon

Woo Do Hwan

Xiao Zhan

Xu Kaicheng

Yokohama Ryusei

Yoo Seung Ho

Young-Kwang

Yu Christian

Zee

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neonacity · 2 years

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have u selected a cast for Yun? Thank you for the update btw it was worth the wait!! can't wait for the next chapters good luck <33

Hi dear! I did look around and thought Minhyun from NU'EST is perfect for how I imagine Yun. I don't personally stan the group but I think his visuals fit the character, plus he has visual chemistry with Renjun even if they are not really blood-related in Nocturne haha. Thank you for the support too even if this update took ages.🙏❤️

#neona!answers #fic: nocturne #anon!asks

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banguniverse · 2 years

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Masterlist

Contas:

bangpuppy (apenas histórias de projeto desde setembro)

banguniverse (histórias fora de projeto)

Áreas: ficwriter, playlistmaker, helper, plotmaker e títulomaker

Fanfics escritas por mim (apenas banguniverse):

Love Without Reason (Stray Kids - HyunChan)

Madrugadas Com Você (Stray Kids - ChangChan)

Extra: Apresentações de fic

Stupid Heart (por vir)

Born Awesome (por vir)

Playlists desenvolvidas por mim:

Miss Right (BTS - Imagine Jungkook) lista

A equação mais complicada de resolver (SKZ - Seungbin) lista

Plots desenvolvidos por mim:

Não publicados ainda

Títulos desenvolvidos por mim:

Hell In Heaven (NU'EST x BlackPink - BaekLisa)

A Régua do Professor Park (ATEEZ - Seongjoong)

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daybreakx · 4 years

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✦ nu’est jonghyun x fem. reader.

✦ definitely not requested.

✦ warnings: drinking.

You’d said no around a thousand times before your friends managed to convince you to go out that night. You had promised you would complain all the time, and they had to buy your drinks, but not even that made them desist from the idea of taking you with them.

It had been long enough, long enough of your whining and crying every time you remembered how you’d been dumped by your last boyfriend out of nowhere, and how he’d gotten a new girlfriend about five days after your breakup. It was time you got back out there, flirt a little maybe and just forget about how broken your heart had been.

You finished your drink with a gulp, taking a breath so deep it made your chest hurt. “Now what?” you questioned, relaxing your gritted jaw when a pang crept up to your ear. It was just Yuri and you, because the rest of them decided to be late, per usual.

“Oh come on, this is fun, y/n!” Yuri cheered, rubbing your back softly “Just try to relax, plus, I heard there’s going to be a performance tonight, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!”

With a huff, you looked at the bartender, who smiled at you trying his best not to shake his head as he mixed a new drink for you. You barely had time to take it from his hand before Yuri pulled you towards the small stage in the middle of the pub, the lights of the place dimming into a blue color. To your surprise, instead of the hipster band you’d been expecting since Yuri mentioned the performance, a single man came out on the stage, squinting at the blue light, he grabbed the microphone in the middle, before looking back as a sign for the music to start. His voice had a very special color, husky and enticing, your eyes were soon glued to him, following his every move, from the way his fingers wrapped around the microphone and its stand, to the way his hips swayed every few seconds to the rhythm of his songs.

“I bet you don’t regret saying yes right now” Yuri smirked, nudging you softly.

With heat crawling up to your cheeks, you took another sip of your drink “H–he’s good, that’s all” with the glass still on your lips, you looked up at the singer again, whose gaze was already on you, a smirk adorning his features as he approached the ending of the song. The guy sang another couple songs, making eye-contact with you every now and then, and making Yuri squeal lowly, pulling at your arm as you hissed at her to stop. Once the performance finished, you rushed back to the bar where the rest of your friends were waiting for you, Yuri being quick to tell them how you were supposedly flirting with the singer.

“It wasn’t flirt– shut up Yuri!” you pinched her arm, making her jump back shrieking and charge back at you. You also retreated, laughter shaking your body until you crashed against someone, a soft ‘oof’ leaving their lips. “Sorry!”

“It’s alright” You didn’t expect the gentle smile he gave you, compared to the devilish smirk he had on stage. You noticed you had spilled his own drink over the white shirt he was wearing, the V cut revealing the skin on his chest. Once again, embarrassment flushed your cheeks.

“Not again, Jonghyun” the bartender protested, lazily offering some napkins.

“Sorry, Dongho” the singer laughed “You know I’m a bit clumsy”

“It was my fault” you admitted before apologizing again, grabbing more napkins and staying inches away from helping Jonghyun clean himself up. “Let me buy you another drink” you offered.

“You don’t have to, it was an accident” Jonghyun assured, flashing another smile. Dongho raised both eyebrows, as well as your friends who’d been holding their breath for a while, “What?”

“Don’t reject her drink” Dongho took the empty glass that had contained what Jonghyun had been drinking, filling it again and serving one for you too.

“Thanks” you beamed at Dongho, who simply nodded and made himself busy with something else, eyeing your friends sideways, until they got the clue and also took a step away from Jonghyun and you.

“Thank you” Jonghyun took the glass and clanked it gently with yours, “I’m Jonghyun” you wished he stopped smiling at you like that, in a different light and with a completely different aura surrounding him, he was even more attractive.

“y/n” you cleared your throat, taking the drink to your lips.

The awkwardness faded soon enough, with Jonghyun’s soft-spoken nature, you almost couldn’t believe he was the same person that had been on stage half an hour ago, but as you grew confident and a smile appeared on your own face, you knew Yuri was right, and you couldn’t regret going out with them that night.

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parkseongwoah · 4 years

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Stay with me - Hwang Minhyun

Hwang Minhyun (nu'est/wanna one) imagine

pairing: hwang minhyun and reader

warning: strip club, guns, mafia

words: 1,713

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The club’s lights were flashing all throughout the place. Different dancers performing on the pole or on a stage.

“Y/N. A customer is requesting a champagne room with one dancer. You’re not dancing so go in there now.” The house mom called over to me where I stood in the corner in front of the changing rooms. “Don’t forget the rules.” She reminded me and I nodded before walking over to the champagne room assigned to me.

The bodyguard opened the door for me and I entered, a bit of excitement and nervousness, hoping to get enough money tonight. The customer looked up from him phone and put it into his pocket. His face was gorgeous. Plump lips were the first thing to catch my attention and after that was his attire. He wore a neat and expensive looking suit with fancy shoes.

His eyes followed me as he sat on the velvet seat while I went to the pole in the middle of the room. He didn’t speak a word, his eyes not showing any emotion. The music started and I started dancing. One leg around the pole and I turned my body upside down, opening my legs into a split.

The first song finished and as the next one started, I got off the pole and walked closer to him. I was able to smell the expensive cologne. Putting my hands on his thighs, I swayed my hips while looking directly into his eyes. His body tensed when I turned around and sat on his lap, doing my best to impress him, getting scared because of his lack of emotion. After a few minutes of dancing, I stand back up, moving my hips and start taking off the bra that kept my breast in place. It’s then that I saw something change in his eyes and a smirk crept onto his lips.

After the third song, I was completely nude. It was hot in the room now and beads of sweat covered his forehead. Dollar bills laid all across the floor and it was only after I started counting them that I noticed that there were only 50$ and 100$ bills. Leaving the club after a few more hours, I recalled his words. “I hope to see you again.”

And sure enough he did. The second time he came back, he wasn’t alone. But it was visible that he wish he were. His companions entered the big private room, stumbling around, almost falling but he walked inside after them still composed. This time I had to dance with two other girls. The two of them mainly trying to get the previous customer’s attention but his eyes stayed glued onto my figure. In that moment I was happy I wore the gold set.

“Minhyun, why do you look so serious? Come on, have fun. Relax man.” His friend called out, nudging his arm. Ah, so that’s his name? The music started and we started dancing.

After three hours, us dancers were all in the nude while the customers had their coats off and sleeves rolled up. They were all good looking, yet my eyes only looked at Minhyun, the way the dress shirt clung to his body, showing his defined muscles. It would make me feel scared the way his eyes scanned my body yet excited at the same time.

The third time we saw each other was completely unexpected. Minhyun’s eyes widened when he saw me and so did mine. It was early in the afternoon, I was coming out of classes and he was coming out of a meeting. Normally, I would’ve acted like I didn’t know the person but here I felt myself inch closer to him, copying his actions. “Hello.” He greeted. I greeted him back, shyly, a contrast to how I am at the club. But before he could say anything more, a familiar figure rushed up to him. “We have a problem, boss needs you. X1 are back.” He said without noticing my presence. Minhyun glared at him and it was only then that he realized I was there. “Hey wait aren’t you-“ “Go to boss I’ll follow you in a second.” He interrupted. The person nodded and left the scene in a sports car. Minhyun looked at me, as if debating on what to do. “I’d like to meet you again. Correctly this time. May I have your number?” He asked, his face void of any emotion. I hesitated but nonetheless cited my number to him and he nodded writing in down. “I’ll contact you. I have to go now. Have a good day and get to where you have to safely.” And just like that, he left.

A couple of days later, I entered the bar where I would be meeting Minhyun. I wiped my hands on the dress I wore before smoothing it out. Nervousness consumed my body which made me confused. How could I feel this way for someone I don’t even know anything about other than his first name. Glancing around the room, I spot his body in the corner of the place. He wore another suit but this time a dark blue one with black stripes and multiple chains hanging off the shoulders. I would lie if I said he didn’t look amazing. Hearing my steps, he looked up from his drink to me and stood up. We greeted each other before I sat down. “Do you want something to drink?” I nodded and he lifted his hand to call over a waiter for a menu.

I finally introduced himself as Hwang Minhyun, twenty-four years old. I wondered what he did as a job but when I asked he simply avoided the question, asking more about me.

As we continued to talk, I was in the middle of answering another one of his questions when a gunshot sound interrupted me. Screams filled the place and Minhyun’s eyes darkened in anger. “Fuck. Duck.” I followed his orders and ducked under the table, wanting to cry but wasn’t able to due to the shock. Minhyun, however, didn’t look sacred and my shock increased as I saw him take a gun out of his jacket. Different men followed his actions and soon enough, different men were pointing their guns at each other, three of them at Minhyun. In the middle of everything, Minhyun crutched down to look at me and extended his arm, “Follow me.” I grabbed his hand, wanting to get away from this place. “Bring her to our place and make sure she doesn’t get hurt or I’ll kill you.” He sternly told a man who came into the bar from the door next to our table. I recognized him as another one of the men that came to the strip club with him.

The man who later introduced himself as Ha Seungwoon drove me to some place and tried to calm me down as tears finally started streaming down my face. “I can’t tell you much because I want Minhyun to do it but just know you’re safe with me. You can trust me.” I nodded and after calming down, I only let out a couple of hiccups.

We arrive at another place and I shook my head and started walking back to the car after realizing that it was the entrance to a club. “No please, can I just wait for Minhyun in your car or can you please bring me home.” Seungwoon doesn’t say anything for a while, “I can bring you to our house where you can safely wait for Minhyun.” I started tearing up again, “I just want to go home.” He looked at me with pity and let out a small ‘sorry’.

“Where is she?” A voice boomed after a door slammed. I look up and stand up from my seat on the couch in the group’s house. I walked out into the hallway and Minhyun instantly calmed down after seeing my face without a trace of injury. He rushed to me and engulfed me in a hug, “I’m so sorry. I’m truly so sorry. I didn’t know this would happen. I’m sorry you had to experience this it’s all my fault.” In a way it was but it was also mine. “I just want to go home and forget about what happened. But only after you answer just one question. Who are you and what happened.” Minhyun tensed up hearing my question. “Y/N, you need to know that once you find out, you have to become part of this. Is that what you really want? If I don’t tell you, you can go back to being a student and working as a dancer.”

I haven’t spoken to MInhyun in three weeks. I was miserable, not being able to see him really messed with my mind. I continued going to college and working at the strip club but everyday just got worse and worse to the point that I decided to text Minhyun to meet up.

“I can’t bare not seeing. I don’t know why, I don’t even know you. But I just know that I need to be able to do so. I’m willing to do anything. Answer my question this time and I will stay with you if that’s what you want.” Suddenly his lips touched mine and I melted in his touch. “I want to have you by my side all the time. I want to be with you. If you want the answer then I will give it to you but you need to understand what happens next.” I nodded and told him I was sure of my decision. “I’m part of a gang. The boys who live here with me are the leaders of the gang. The club and the building are our headquarters. We’re dangerous and are involved in dangerous stuff and with dangerous people. What you saw was another gang trying to take over us. They knew I was coming and tried to kill me. I don’t want you to be part of this but it has to be done. Are you ready?” I nodded and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Minhyun said and I believed him.

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ongnable · 5 years

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the art of brewing

There was a difference between fate and coincidence.

The two of you never lacked fate – but it was too unpredictable. And neither of you all knowing. So he could only rely on coincidence.

“There’s no such thing as coincidence.”

“I know,” his expression looking all too much like a fox’s. “I was intent on seeing you again.”

Again and again. Over and over. Until you couldn’t find yourself without him by your side.

{ supernatural au } kdn | bjy | pwj | osw | hmh | hsw

a/n: 3.8k of sweetness, gumiho minhyun for my soulmate/supernatural au. can be read stand-alone; please note that they use formal speech with each other throughout this fic until the third cut.

The clear night does nothing to still your racing heart when Minhyun hitches his robes up to sit besides you at the foot bath. Peering over the world you grew up in.

You’d come out to try and find a cure to your sleeplessness, but it was obvious to you that Minhyun seems to think that you’re thinking of the other realm again.

“When you look at something for a long time, you’re supposed to learn to appreciate it more.” Minhyun says out of the blue in the way that he does as the two of you dangle high above the city, firefly lights dancing amongst the stained-glass waters, bustling streets of the heavenly realm reflected in the steaming foot bath.

”But it’s different when you’re looking over someone.” His gaze burns through you, unwavering in its intensity of affection, whilst the cricket songs seemingly still. It should scare you how much it seems as if Minhyun likes you. But at least, he knows you like him.

“How?” Whispered, barely loud enough over the winds that have suddenly picked up, it sounds accusing rather than inquisitive. It’s not what you intend, but maybe somewhere deep down, it’s a defensive mechanism. That having witnessed all your shortcomings, you worry that he’s given up on you.

“When you look over someone, you’ll either grow tired of them, or find that you can no longer live without them. Even if they do not return your affection, and even when they are not aware of your care and presence.”

To him, the moment you met, the universe shifted.

But to you, in front of the person you wanted to give the whole universe to, you felt small and insignificant.

“Is that why you never came to find me until I came to try and cancel our engagement? Because you grew tired?”

“No.” Shaking his head as he answers. Minhyun’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and his hair tickles the side of your neck as he moves to lean on your shoulder.

You still remember how the peach blossoms painted the palace grounds, draping it in swaths of petals - despite the winter landscape - to welcome the return of its prince when you’d raised hell in the main palace – demanding to meet the Crown Prince the daughter of the Minister of Magical Relations had been offhandedly gifted to.

So… Perhaps, you were a bit of a handful.

There’s great fire in your soul – so people will either warm themselves at it and burrow in your embrace, or see nothing but smoke and a future of carcasses and go their own way. That is the fate of those born with flame in their blood.

Your fate was recited to you as soon as you were old enough to understand.

To be the fox’s bride, or lead your realm to ashes.

It was ingrained in your souls for the two of you to both balance one another. And to bring equilibrium to the realms.

You just wished you’d known how important Minhyun would become for you.

“No,” Swaying his legs, causing ripples to cascade along the surface before he picks up again. “one disappears to be found. I simply could not find you.”

There were strict rules regarding the privacy of humans, though he could send his foxfires throughout the magical realms, the non-magical earth was governed by another set of laws.

“It was an unexpected turn to see you come to me instead.”

You didn’t come to find him. You’d come to rid yourself of the duty you carried as a disposable chess piece. But you suppose the end you were searching for was definitely Minhyun. Everything was just a means to him.

Reaching to pet the top of his head, you smile contently when you feel him hum at your side, the beginnings of a soft purr. Bringing you back to a memory of a slightly chubbier, bright eyed, and shorter haired Minhyun complaining to you about not having anyone willing to spoil him with such meaningless little actions of affection as they refused to touch his head.

It never occurred to you as a child to ask the reason. But now, it made sense that no one would willingly pet the crown prince over his head.

“Tired?”

“Just a little.” Lashes fluttered to follow his dedicated attempts to stay awake. Nudging his foot with your own, you’re rewarded with a yelp of surprise as he scoots away, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Ticklish.

“Go back in first and rest, I’ll come join you a little later.”

“Should I?” He glanced at the way you played with the water, kicking and swaying to make patterns on its surface, distorting the image of the heavens, mixing it with the lunar lights of the human realm - celebrating the arrival of another year.

“I’m a big girl, and the palace is probably the safest place on Earth. I won’t stay out here for long, just go in to rest - I’ll see you in the morning.”

I won’t disappear again,

Guilt edged itself in you and painted over your voice each time he looked scared to leave you alone. And it only worsened when you knew he could tell, but you tilted your head back towards the rooms before turning back to look at sparkling city line, feeling the tension in your shoulder slump as you hear his footsteps beyond the sliding doors.

You’d stay there by his side.

With the last of your boxes rolled safely in place, you collapse on the floor, moaning in pain at the dull ache in your shoulders.

Minhyun must’ve heard you because he trots over, soft steps and gentle smile in place. You’d known that he was in the garden pavilion earlier, but you hadn’t known for what reason until you spot the cups in his hand.

“Ahh~ Green tea!” It was especially nice during this chilly weather and he was excellent at brewing. What a treat you were in for.

When you make tea... it reflects what you feel at that time. Sweetness when you’re happy and bitterness when you’re in despair. Anger transfers in the form of heat.

Never overheating the water to let subtle notes escape. Minhyun’s tea is rounded. Crisp with delicate sweetness, fragrance that travels miles, and has sparkling green clarity. There’s a calming effect to whatever he brews. Like himself.

Minhyun’s tea is exactly to your taste because of the person brewing it.

Taking a sip, you smile down at the cup. What would Minhyun taste in yours?

“This is why I love you. Truly, you know me best, Minhyun.”

He knew exactly how to remind you of the happiness in stall for the both of you. Together. It was as if a small cup of liquid jade could tell you that you won’t regret your decision to stay and that he’d never let you feel unvalued.

The stark change of expression of his face transitions from acceptance to alarm in mere seconds. Eyes blown wide as the fine layer of white dust that always seems to surround him turns ice cold.

“You loved me once, and that would’ve been enough. There’s no need for you to express pleasantries when your heart obviously lies elsewhere.”

He didn’t want you to resort to lying. Gazing at the boxes that lay in neat lines by the left hallway, he’d already resigned himself. He’d known that you must’ve want to go back, but he hadn’t thought it’d be so soon.

Minhyun didn’t want to have any regrets. Not again.

“Minhyun… What are you talking about?”

By now, his tails were taking on a diaphanous form, swaying behind him as his emotions ran in erratic circles.

“Our fate… shouldn’t be forced. There is timing for everything. I understand. But it still pains me to think that it is not our time yet.”

Waiting was nothing. Just as fox showers were just a passing rain, it shan’t last. Time was of no essence to a gumiho. What hurt was the thought of him not being enough to keep you by his side. But he knew that there was too much to give up.

He could tell that the fox in him was yipping, annoyed at his complacency and his coat had begun slipping from him. Begun to reach for his mate against his will, tails lashing out, unwilling to let go of companionship yet. But they both knew there was nothing he could do to force you to stay.

You could see the strain in Minhyun’s expression. Wasn’t he glad that you would be by his side-? Did he think you were leaving?

You’d forgotten that he was in classes the day you’d first moved in. Oh dear.

“Did you think that I’m leaving?”

“Are you not leaving?”

“Obviously not!”

Why would you pay extra to have the courier come up to such a rural area with your stuff only to move out?

Minhyun drops the cup he was holding, spilling tea over the wood chipped floor as the cup rolls towards your feet, the stain seeping through the layers magically disappearing to leave only fragrant mist behind

“But- how?” Why?

“I’m staying with you.” The tone of finality in your voice surprising you as well.

“But your parents- your home-“

“I got accepted at your institute under special circumstances!”

You weren’t giving up anything! What was repeating four months of classes compared to Minhyun?

“Why-?” Why would you give up such normalcy for me?

“Can you not tell that... That you’re the only reason I have to stay?”

Was this why he’d kept this distance? Only reaching out for you when you’d reached for him first? Because he’d thought it temporary… That you’d soon be leaving?

Minhyun stood. Unmoving. As the words wrapped around him, the winds outside stilling and snow fell in slow motion.

“You like me too?”

The words that leave him sound foreign. Unthinkably so. But those words cause him such immense happiness. He’d never had to doubt or cared of what anyone had to feel for him before you.

“Were you always this stupid?”

Oh my god, were you the stupid one for calling the emperor stupid?

Gaping, you search Minhyun for any signs of joking. Only to be struck with genuine inquisition.

“Oh my god, we’re going to have an idiot as emperor.”

Was it not obvious?

“How-“

You’d face palm if it wasn’t so inappropriate and you didn’t want to keep staring at Minhyun. Oh my god, he must have seen you talking to the couriers.

“Why else would I be staying here with you?”

How could someone so smart be so dumb?

“You thought I was leaving again!” You accused, but instead of retaliating Minhyun only exchanges the look of lost on his face to a dopey smile.

And with the way the birds and cicadas have started singing, and the peach blossoms have rebloomed alike to the day you stepped foot on the mountain, you can tell that spring must’ve bloomed outside.

Walking over to hold your hands between his own, warm from his cup, dangling them for too long for your liking. You think that his smile must’ve been the persuasion winter needed to thaw.

“I like you too. I like you so much.”

Pouting, you loosen his hold to wrap your arms around his waist instead, burying yourself on the glistening pelt he has draped over his shoulders as a sign of his status.

“Then just hug me already.”

Smiling when you feel him practically melt into you, you wonder if he knows that he’s spoiling you too often here.

“I’m still in love with you, y/n.” He sat back down from the kneeling position he’d shifted to, lacing his fingers through your own. “Can I say that I love you again?”

“You already said it.”

“I’ll say it many more times, as long as you let me.”

There was a difference between fate and coincidence.

The two of you never lacked fate – but it was too unpredictable. And neither of you all knowing. So he could only rely on coincidence.

“There’s no such thing as coincidence.”

“I know,” his expression looking all too much like a fox’s. “I was intent on seeing you again.” Again and again. Over and over. Until you couldn’t find yourself without him by your side.

You stand, surprisingly steady on your feet. To press a kiss on his lips. Fleeting love imprinted on the corner of his mouth. Over before it’s barely begun. But the touch of your warmth lingers on Minhyun and he can tell that something lingers on your mind. A hint of negativity clouding the moment of gentle happiness.

“You were a princess last time.” He says to distract you, and in the depths of his eyes, you could hear the tender words he left out. I spent countless summers looking for you went unsaid.

You didn’t think you’d talk about it at such a moment.

“Thank-you for waiting.” It hadn’t occurred to you that Minhyun might’ve tried to search for you because of something you’d said off-handedly as a kid. You’ve met your fair share of girls claiming to be princesses at soirees and conferences (not that they necessarily weren’t).

And the two of you had been so young. You didn’t think he’d remember.

“Why did you say so?”

You winced, embarrassed. How were you supposed to explain that your younger self was ecstatic over the idea of marrying a prince and becoming a princess – too caught up in the romantic fantasy to understand the notion of fairytales - to care about marrying for love. Too young to understand that you were a princess consort.

How were you supposed to know what an engagement entailed and how titles worked? In the books - love was supposed to be a war. The greatest trial. No one ever finds their soulmates so easily.

Just like that. Like this. Where all you’d wanted was him. From beginning to end. Always him. Everything just fell in place.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie.” Pouting, this didn’t seem fair! Minhyun must’ve known from the start after all! “How was I supposed to know that I was talking to the prince!”

“Crown prince,” he corrected. Lips pursed in a tight smile, so charmingly fox-like, your heart flips a few times. Being spoiled by him surely shouldn’t be good for your health. “There’s nothing stopping you from regaining your title.” Minhyun teased, falling in thought, before a grin spreads. “Barring marriage.”

“Firstly, I was never a princess so I can’t regain the title; and secondly, urgh-“ You dreaded the idea of having to explain to your parents after the ruckus you’ve caused that you’d like to keep the engagement. Or to talk of your love life with them. “Let’s keep that talk for the future.”

“Unless you don’t want to?” He feigns a look of ignorance, rubbing the bottom of his chin between his thumb and index finger. “We could run away to the mountains…”

“Minhyun… We’re already in the mountains.”

“Live off our own vegetables…”

You glanced at the open garden past the sliding doors to reveal the round patches of cabbage waiting to be frost kissed, edamame beans ready to be harvested, and colourful batches of sweet and spicy peppers. The persimmons looked too creamy to be collected just yet.

“Do our own cleaning…”

“As if you didn’t do that already.” Rolling your eyes, you’d seen him ushering the maids out to do so himself after deeming them not complacent enough at their paid jobs!

“And name the hundreds of koi fish we have in our free time.” Bursting into giggles, you poked him right under his ribs, in which he responds by wriggling away and throwing you off his lap.

“You want to retire already?”

“No. But if you want to, we can. I’ll just be a puppet king and let the counsel decide everything.”

Sighing, you realize that this is what it’s really about.

“Minhyun-“

“You know you can’t lie to me.” Granted. He lacked Sungwoon’s power to differentiate truth and falsity, but with you – he didn’t need anything.

“Why do you try to carry the realms on your shoulders?

“So that my arms can be yours’ only.”

Trust him to try and cheer you up when it was his authority and likeness being mocked.

“Will you blame me if I fail?”

You really wish he’d stop trying to pretend that he was fine.

“No. I will raise you above them all.”

If there was one thing that didn’t make sense to you, it was how easy sound travelled through the palace. It was the reason for Minhyun staying in his own quarters by the gardens instead of the main branch and the servants leaving the place after sun down, to protect the intense privacy of the palace.

It’d made sense in the olden days, before the abilities of each race could be used to complement each other and before technology become incorporated with the magical realm, as it ensured the translucency and fairness of the monarchs – but it was more of liability now.

Because now, it meant that the elders – still stuck in their war time idealities and pre-treaty prejudices could talk about the man you loved in whatever light they wanted to paint, knowing full well that the servants could hear them, and that above all – Minhyun would hear them.

You know he must’ve. Seeing the cold fires of Aristotle, blue-green flames of damp white woods; the foxfires had pulsed alarmingly bright and drifted towards you to protect and warn of a stranger as they sensed your unease.

“You know you don’t have to listen to them.”

“I know.” He smiles, and that only makes you hurt more. To see someone so kind having to deal with such pressure. “I grew up with it. But you haven’t, y/n. There’s no point in giving weight to their gossip.”

“But they-“ They were talking about you. Right in front of me. As if they knew I was a weakness they could exploit.

“Which is well within their right. You don’t have to fight my battles. Just being here by side is more than enough.”

You wish it was. You wish that you could be as much support to him as he was to you. Yet, the gentle way he looks at you, lashes a curtain, and the careful touches he leaves on your skin make you feel like he does know.

“Sometimes I just worry that they’re taking advantage of your kindness.”

“My kindness is only for you to take advantage of.”

Blushing, you’d have hit him if you weren’t so touched. Why was he so good at dissipating worry in you? To be able to assure you with only a few words?

“You’re getting too good at this. Why do you always have the right words when I need them the most?” I just wish I could help you with what you hold dear too.

“Words can only have a positive effect if and when you are ready to listen.”

“See, you’re doing it again.” Downplaying his importance. “It’s not just words… Everything about you is comforting.”

You hugged him a little tighter, trying to show him just how important he is, hoping he knows how much you care. Because you do. A lot. And you hate to think that he thinks that he likes he more when he means so much to you.

“And you’re doing it again too. Flattering me.”

Not enough. You think.

“If you’re worth anything in the future, you are worth something now. All those that make you feel lesser are doing it because they are lesser than you – a lesser person. Hwang Minhyun, you have the biggest heart out of everyone I know – and maybe it because you have large hands,” you throw in when you see the doubtful look he’s wearing. “But wheat is wheat, even if they tell you it’s grass in the beginning.”

“Did you just compare me to wheat?” He laughed, mouth wide in disbelief.

“Is that all you got out of what I said?!”

The nerve of him! Future ruler of the realms be damned-

He threaded his hand over yours until palms touched.

“And that you like my hands.”

The pointed glare you give him would have made a lesser fox cower, however many tails they may have between their legs.

“I swear, Hwang Min-“ You let him pull you back onto his lap, resisting the urge to bury yourself closer. Letting him rest his chin on your head. Rubbing circles over your skin.

“What else I have gathered...”

He pulled away to hold your locked hands by his lips, leaving them there to ghost for a moment, brushing over slim fingers with the barest hint of a kiss.

”Shall I also tell you that I fell a little more in love with you? Or will that give you too much power over me?”

Power my ass, you’d have shouted if it was anyone other than Minhyun. That man-boy rendered you speechless too often for your liking. He was the one that transcended yin and yang, future emperor of the magical realms.

The one who had power over you.

“You’re still the same as when we were younger, not even two weeks of meeting again and you’re already saying you love me.”

“But I do!” Minhyun’s eyes disappear as he laughs, as if the mere thought of him not being enamoured by you was the most ludicrous thing he'd ever happened upon.

“You’re in luck then,” auspicious things, these fox spirits. Always got what they wanted.

You bumped your nose against his in protest, giggling a little when he scrunches his face and shivers at the unexpected show of affection at such a sensitive spot.

It’s too late to try and leave now even if you want to, you lament. No creature should be blessed the power of having all the stars align in their favour. But Minhyun has already built a home in your heart and stayed.

“I love you too.”

note. it’s written in 酉陽雜俎 that nine-tailed fox spirits can transcend yin/yang. if you’ve read other instalments of this series, you’ll know that yin/yang is the basis of energy in-universe, so the fact that minhyun transcends them means that he’s the most powerful as far as abilities go – hence, the emperor title.

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hello! i LOVED ur kisses with minhyun scenario, each one felt so real and matched minhyun so well !! i'm not sure if you write for nu'est, but if you do, could you possibly write a kisses with baekho please? (if you don't then just ignore this ask lmao)

Thanks somuch for requesting this! I adore NU’EST and although I do have obviousfavourites and pay most of my attention to those two members, I really loveDongho. There’s so much to this person that looks so intimidating to others,but is actually the softest boy, I can’t even with him. So I’m really glad youasked for his different kisses because I feel he’d be honestly the nicestboyfriend with the best kisses. I also found myself writing more than thekisses to explain my thoughts here and there. I actually like the dynamic thoseadditions give to this list, and I hope you can appreciate them as well.

Let’sbegin!

First kiss:

Dongho isgoing to be eager. He’s liked you for so long now, and you’ve met up enoughtimes for him to know he cares so much about you. He’s not going to rush this,but he’s not going to be like Minhyun atall and need to think this over. In fact it’s all too simple to Dongho - hewants to kiss you, and he wants to now.

His lipswill meet yours softly, but there will be eagerness from his lips thattransfers over to you, his lips may even smile half way through, he’s that sodarn happy to be finally kissing you. Something he’s only imagined half amillion times by now.

I alsothink he wouldn’t wait long before kissing you again, maybe just a mutual “wow”reaction uttered before his lips are back on yours to make sure yours wereimprinted completely in his mind.

Public kisses:

Dongho isso in love with you, that he doesn’t need a reason to want to kiss you, nor ishe affected by the setting you’re in. Dongho wants the whole world to knowyou’re his favourite person, and the thought of that alone is going to make himso soft for you and want to kiss you as much as possible.

I doubtDongho could date someone who isn’t into skinship as he craves the constant physicalconnection that dating someone gives. And whilst it might be a littleoverwhelming initially, you would be more than accommodating of his need toshow you off, because you’d be the same. Who wouldn’t want to show the worldwhat an amazing human teddy bear you have managed to luck in and secure. I know Iwould!

I don’tthink it would happen often, because it will be obvious to everyone around youthat you’re dating, but if he saw someone eyeing you up, without even sayinganything, he’d have to kiss you to make a point. He’s not worried they’d stealyou from him, he knows you adore him too, but he just doesn’t like them staringtoo long at the most beautiful person in his eyes.

Private kisses:

Like I saidabove, Dongho isn’t affected by environment if he wants to kiss you. But it’sjust natural that kisses are a little different when at home. He is literally the softest boyfriend. I think out ofall the members of NU’EST, if you were to ask Dongho to jump, he wouldn’thesitate to ask how high when it came to you. It’s not that he has no opinionswhen he’s around you, he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t, but the sun shinesright out of your eyes in his world too. And so I imagine Dongho to be the typeto always want you in his arms, to be curled up on the sofa together, leavingsoft kisses on your forehead or on the top of your head. He melts when you wearhis hoodies or sweaters, and would want to smother you in little light kissesthe entire time you were around him in them. And of course you know this, andthat’s why once you were home from work for the day, your first course ofaction was always to change out of your clothes and into his.

The homelife is very gentle with Dongho compared to his more playful kissing when outin public, and you don’t mind this at all, because it’s always such a treat tohave his hands over your body, accompanied by the softest kisses ever.

Making out:

But heknows how to pick things up too, and when the mood is heightened, so is thepressure in his kisses. I still feel like Dongho is a gentle lover overall,making sure he pleasures you in a caring manner. All the same he has his kinksand your neck is one of them. He loves everything there is to kissing andsucking at your neck, and when playful he might even go as far as to nip yourneck, though never leaving any marks that you would need to cover up at leastnot anywhere visibly. For Dongho, he’s down for anything you ask him to do withyou, so long as he’s not kept away from you. Other than your neck, he’s eagerto demand more of your mouth, kissing you with so much demand that it seems asif he isn’t the same sweet kisser that you’re always so used to. I feel likethe same mannerisms of kissing, sucking and nipping would be applied to almosteverywhere on you if you allowed him to. I don’t see Dongho as someone whocould prolong making out at a heightened level for too long, and nor would youwant him to either because it’s making you so giddy. Once he’s got you where hewants you, the sensual, gentler side is going to appear, and you’ll begrateful, because you honestly feel like you’re going to pass out if he doesn’tlet up.

Morning kisses:

I know Ikeep saying about his gentle side but honestlyimagine waking up in the arms of this teddy bear. He’s the type to spoon withyou, and his first kiss with you in the morning will actually be on yourshoulder or upper back, you stirring to his lips leaving the lightest touchesover your body. And when you finally turn around to face him, he’s going to beright into placing a kiss delicately on your forehead, as if to awaken yourmind for the day. Your favourite part to waking up next to him is his huskyvoice, causing you to smile warmly at the sound of it on your ears. This isonly in turn going to make Dongho want you even more, and his lips will be onyours in greeting, gently massaging them with his own. Ah, bliss.

Making up kisses:

Dongho’snot a fighter, he’s a lover. Although he can be opinionated and speak up whenhe has his own ideas, overall he’s not going to want to fight with you, at all.The very idea of fighting with you makes him so unhappy that he’ll avoid doingso, even holding back on his own thoughts if he knows it’ll prevent anargument. But on those occasions where he can’t sit still and you argue, evenas he lets off his steam and throws out his points, he’s also thinking abouthow hard it is to not be connecting with you properly. He’s not going to be thetype to find fighting with you attractive, because he feels that he’s showing aside to himself that he doesn’t like when it comes to you. He’s not dishonestwith who he is, but at the same time, he doesn’t like fighting with you at all.

And soconnection with you after the fight is over, is so vital to this sensitive guy.The sooner, the better. He wants to know you’re okay, and that you’re nothurting from his words. His lips would be a mixture of soft, apologetic pecks,to pressing firmly on yours the faster his thoughts are moving in his headabout how much he hates fighting with you. I’m in two minds over whether withDongho there would be added intimacy in your making up sessions, I think if hewas really feeling that worked up or frustrated that your fight had been sobad, he’d have a level of wanting you to know how much he loves you, his lipsand hands just not showing you enough. But for minor fights, I feel he’d bejust happy cuddling you, forehead kisses and pecking your lips until you wereboth calm again.

Post workout kisses:

A uniquekiss for Dongho is after working out. With all the release of endorphins fromworking his body well, Dongho is going to be feeling good, and you’re going toknow about it. Like his public kisses, his post gym kisses are going to be moreplayful, more eager. Because he’s feeling so good, he’s going to want you tofeel that way too. Even better if you joined him in the workout for that day,he’s not only spent the last hour trying to get through his routine whilstwatching yours, but he’s not had his lips on yours during that time either. Andso he’s going to want to make up for that dry period in his day, kissing youall the way back to his car, in his car, heck as soon as you’re home again too.It wouldn’t surprise me at all if you ended up having another work out sessionfrom all this eagerness, if you get my drift.

Vulnerable kisses:

Dongho isin touch with his emotions, there’s no doubt about it. Most people see theoutside shell of Dongho, his physical appearance and his mouth can sometimescause people to view this boy as rough, or overtly sexy. And whilst he has got thosecharms to him, you’ll see the inner Dongho the most. The one who’s not afraidto say when he’s hurting, when he needs to lean on you, when he’s the neediestor feeling utterly fragile. His kisses when he’s like this will be ratherdesperate, finding comfort the longer he’s pressing his mouth onto yours. Andif you didn’t already melt enough for him, it’s these kisses that honestly letyou know just how much Dongho needs you in his world, always.

I reallyenjoyed writing these, Dongho is such a beautiful person that I feel he wouldmake literally any person feel like the best partner ever.

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Hello!

My name is Christine and I’m new to the kpop writing world. (Not new to kpop, but this is the first time I’m going to try writing scenarios and fanfics.) I will follow back all scenario, kpop, anime, and writing blogs! Because as you can tell by my URL, I also write anime fanfics. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Please feel free to send in any scenario/imagine request you may have for the member of your favorite kpop group. I know a lot of groups (I’m multifandom), so I can write an imagine for just about any group, boy or girl. My top groups are Nu’Est, BTS, Blackpink, VIXX, Infinite, SHINee, etc. Though there are tons of groups I listen to in passing, so feel free to request something from any group! Let me tell you how I write: I will be primarily using first person POV. If you want me to write in second person, please say so in your request. Also, please give me a couple days (at most) to get the request done. Honestly, I will probably be able to get it done within a few hours, but I want to make sure it’s as good as it can be. I will also be doing fem!reader unless I’m asked otherwise, so please specify that as well! I will write fantasy, contemporary, sci-fi, futuristic, smut, and pretty much anything else you can think of. I’ll also gladly do requests in multiple parts if it calls for it. I also tend to write really long things, so you’ve been warned. I have a Detroit: Become Human AU in the works starring my ultimate bias, Kim Taehyung! Please look forward to that! It should premiere Friday, February 1, 2019! If you would like an ultra-personalized one-shot just for you with your name, your bias, and all, I also do commissions! You can read more about how it works on my About page.

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Plane Pals

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Just fluffiness. Pairings: Minki/Ren x Reader (OC version on AFF.) Summary: Bumping into your celeb crush at the airport and sitting together on the plane.

The last week of July going into August was always the worse week of the summer. You shifted uncomfortably on the hot, sticky leather seats of the taxi. It felt hotter inside the car than outside, but you weren't sure if you should complain to a complete stranger about air conditioning. Besides, you were more than sure it was nice and cool inside the airport. Though the car reeked of cigarettes and stale beer, your mind was elsewhere — you'd be attending a concert with your best friend in just a few days.

The thought made you let out a little squeal that sounded like someone releasing a quick spurt of helium from a balloon, which made the cab driver jump. The car swerved, nearly hitting another. “Are you okay miss?” His eyes caught yours in the rearview mirror, and you nodded, embarrassed. The man chuckled softly and returned his gaze to the highway ahead of them. Unable to restrain herself, you took out your phone and tapped out a message:

omg i think i just gave my cab driver a fucking heart attack

You waited a few moments before your phone chimed and vibrated, alerting you that you'd received a reply.

Wut. How?

You giggled to yourself and explained. The car rolled to a stop, and the cab driver turned around, clearing his throat loudly when you didn't automatically look up to acknowledge him.

“That will be...,” he turned back to his meter and called out the amount you owed him. It was more than the fare calculator quoted online, but you could stand to spare the few extra dollars. You all but jumped out of the car, practically shaking with anticipation as you pulled the suitcase strap over your shoulder and went inside of the building.

The smell of food and sanitizers hung in the air, unlike the warm and cozy room you had back home. Though the smell of an airport wasn't new to you, experiencing it all on your own was. You usually had someone with you, but today was your first step out into the world.

You were free to do as you pleased now.

Checking your bag took forever, solely because someone ignored the common airport standards and insisted on bringing most of the things banned by new policies.

“I wonder where they are?”

You turned your head towards the sound of the voice. Two women with magazines chattered excitedly like chipmunks looking for the hidden treasure cove of acorns. It wasn't unheard of for celebrities to pass through Atlanta's airport, but when they did, they were often hard to recognize if one hadn't seen them dressed casually. Briefly wondering if such a thing would ever happen to you, you took your baggage claim info ticket and headed to the metal detectors.

After what felt like hours later, you were finally ready for your flight. You had intended to pick a chair and wait for the plane to board. But damn if the thought of being confined to one spot didn’t bore you already. Knowing you'd go nuts if you didn't find a way to kill time, you scanned the area and noticed a novelty store. Your face lit up with glee as you pictured picking out the best gift for your best friend, something to commemorate this trip. You'd already promised your family some goodies from Dallas, so it made sense to do the same for her.

The shop smelled heavily of incense, something floral yet woody — warm and inviting. Trinkets of every sort lined the light wood shelves, from teacups to dream catchers. Various everyday items one could find elsewhere but decorated with a distinct style that reminded one of Georgia. You took your time looking at each piece with care, wondering what would be the best yet safest gift to give — after all, her children can be very destructive and deadly.

Your eyes settled on a snow globe with a small scale of downtown Atlanta inside. For some reason, a sense of calm mixed with pride filled you, and you knew this was it. This was the perfect gift that your bestie would love. Using your fingertips, you lifted the object with care and precision as if it could break by merely handling it this way. It was cool, smooth to the touch, and even included the state song. You turned towards the cash register — it was near the entrance, right? — and took one step. You met a solid form that caused you to lose your loose grip on the globe.

It shattered loudly on the ceramic tiled floor, the glass shards barely missing your exposed toes. “Fuck!”

“I'm sorry.” The voice wavered between alto and tenor, throwing you way off. You lifted your eyes to the speaker's face and went brain dead for a full sixty seconds. Those eyes. That nose and mouth. Even without the makeup, you knew him well enough. “Are you hurt?”

The concern in his voice made your heart do a somersault then triple the pulse. You felt a brief moment of vertigo and knew you'd end up hitting the ground if you didn't get yourself together. “N-no, no,” you stammered out, unable to meet his concerned gaze as you feebly tried to pick up the cold and wet pieces of the snow globe. “I'm fine. Thank you, for asking.” You had to force yourself to focus, to not stop cleaning up the mess and simply stare at the miracle in front of you. You spotted a forgotten shard off to the side and immediately reached for it,

BANG

You saw a red flash behind your eyelids as pain spread from your temple and out across your skull, making you lose your balance and sway to the side. You realized you were falling a second too late, but strong hands reached out and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you upright again. “Careful. I'm so sorry. I didn't see.” Even with his dark sunglasses, hat, and lack of makeup, you knew who it was almost instantly. The blush across his cute face was enough to make a flower cower in shame.

“No, no! It's okay. I'm okay, I promise. ” You smiled brightly and added in a low voice, “I love your group.” He froze, eyes wide with panic but you merely shook your head. “I'm not gonna freak out.” Though it took him a second, he seemed to accept your words as truth. The shop owner finally caught on and rushed over to help with the mess. You reluctantly went back to shopping, heartbroken that there weren't any more snow globes like the perfect one you had before. 'I can't believe this. But then again, it was Ren from Nu'est; Certy will understand.' A thought struck you hard like lightning, and you realized something no fangirl should ever forget — you didn't get a picture or autograph of him!

You looked around, but he was long gone. “Dammit.”

“Flight number 2901 to Dallas is now boarding. Flight number 2901 to Dallas is now boarding.”

“Shit!” You rushed to the cashier with a different snow globe then walked as fast as you could to your terminal. As expected, the passengers were filed in line in front of the stewardess as she checked their tickets before letting them pass. The line snaked around a pillar, allowing her a clear view of the passengers as they stepped up to the podium. At the front of the line, a familiar hat and sunglasses stood out. You nearly choked on your spit. “Ren?” You covered your mouth as soon as his name left your lips.

As if he'd heard you, his head turned in your direction and your eyes locked. With each second, your eyes widened in shock until he broke the trance and stepped forward in line. He leaned in and spoke softly to the stewardess, glancing over his shoulder for a second at you. At first, you were confused, but that was quickly swallowed by doubt as fear took over. What was he saying? Would he have you taken off the plane? Could he even do that? Was he afraid you'd freak out on him or something? The thought of being put on a different flight made you worry. You'd barely been able to get this flight; if you had to take a different one, you might not make it to Dallas in time for the concert with the holidays coming up.

By the time you stepped up to the podium, you were on the verge of a mental breakdown. Fearing the worse, you held out your ticket with a shaky hand and held your breath. Admittedly, it wasn't every day that one got kicked off of a flight because their bias asked for it. “Ma'am, I'm sorry. There's been an issue with your seat.”

Your skin went cold as the woman's fingers flew over the keyboard in front of her, eyes focused on the screen. “W-what's the matter?”

“There's...a conflict. Someone's already seated with your seat number. So you'll have to be moved elsewhere.”

“Like a different flight?”

Maybe the woman caught the thin thread of fear in your voice, but she looked up and smiled warmly. “Heavens, no. You'll be seated in first class, as an apology for the error.” She patted your hand and went back to her keyboard. “Your new seat is 15. Are you okay with a window seat?”

'First class?' “Y-yeah, sure!” You smiled, relief washing over you in warm waves as fear shrunk back down into its corner.

“Great!” The lady smiled and gestured to the steward standing to her right. “He's going to show you to your seat.”

You blinked a few times, nodding absently as the overly enthusiastic man led the way down the corridor to the plane. Your mind was a buzz of activity - questions, scenarios, excitement - as you diligently followed him through the aisles to the front of the plane. He parted a curtain and motioned for you to go through. “Fifteen is on your left, the window seat.”

You led the way with him following, noticing how few people there were in this section of the plane. Seeing the numbers on silver plates on the back of the seats, she followed the numbers until she spotted an occupied 14 next to an empty 15. “Here it is.”

The person sitting in 14 turned his head upon hearing your voice and smiled. The steward, with quick reflexes, caught your bag for you with a smile. “Here's the lady you requested, sir.”

“Thank you.” Ren nodded as he stood and stepped to the side, gesturing with his hand to the seat beside him. “I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to talk with you more.”

You could only blink. Perhaps he mistook your calmness earlier for something that you could do at any given time, not realizing that it was one of the very few times you'd thought of the consequences of acting the way you honestly felt. “I... I...”

His bright, friendly smile faltered and the sparkle in his eye dulled. “I-I should have asked.” He looked to the steward and sputtered in Korean, his once warm and soothing voice filled with despair and panic.

“Um, ma'am,” the steward had his eyes on Ren as he attempted to translate, “if you prefer, you can have any of the other unoccupied seats here, unless you'd rather return to your original seat.”

“I thought that seat was occupied already?” You tilted your head to the side in wonder before shaking it and holding out your hands to Ren. “No, no. I'm okay! I'm just shocked that you requested that I sit with you.” You half-laughed with a hand pressed over your heart. “I mean — am I dreaming? Because things like this don't happen unless I'm dreaming.”

That beautiful smile returned as color returned to Ren's cheeks. “Oh, okay! I was worried that you were upset with me.”

“How could I be? It's you! I'm actually going to your concert in Dallas.” You nearly lost it when his soft fingertips grazed your elbow as he guided you to the seat next to him, waving off the steward with the other. “You're really serious about this. W-why me? Why would you go through all of this trouble for a stranger?”

He sat down beside you, pulling a blanket over his legs and leaning on the armrest between the two of you. His cologne, light and spicy, reached your nose and you bit your bottom lip to keep from touching him. “You didn't give me away in the airport. Our music may not be a big thing here, or well known, but still, the place was crawling with our fans from the Atlanta concert looking for us. One word from you would have blown our cover and delayed the flight.”

“Oh! That.” You laughed awkwardly, fiddling with the zipper on your jacket. “That was one of the few times in my life where I thought before I acted. I don't usually do that. You know, thinking first and stuff.”

He laughed, a warm chuckle you'd never seen in any of the videos you watched of him. “Well, then thank you for having that rare moment for me.” His hand touched yours casually. “So tell me about yourself. We have hours to waste.”

As the plane loaded up and geared up to take flight, the two of you continued talking. He asked every question he could think of, about your family and friends, likes and dislikes. He was thrilled to know that you loved anime as much as he did and had even watched most of the shows he had; you both suggested new shows to each other with promises to make sure to follow up and let the other know what you thought of them. “A-are you sure it's okay for me to have your phone number? Won't your manager or agent be upset with you talking to someone like me?”

“Someone like you?” He paused as if something odd had struck him. “There's nothing wrong with someone like you because you're the only one like you.”

The words reached your heart, filling you with warmth and love from the top of your head down to your toes. “That's beautiful. T-thank you.” A yawn caught you unexpectedly. You mentally cursed yourself for staying up all night. You planned to take a nap on the plane so you could hang out with your best friend. As much as you wanted to fight it, you felt your eyelids drooping with each passing second.

You were going to crash next to your bias. Well, shit.

“You look sleepy. How about a nap?” Ren offered his blanket, taking it upon himself to cover you ignoring the open-mouthed stares of his band members. He wasn't one to stand on tradition and formalities; he only did what felt right and natural to him. Once you were tucked in, he gently pulled your head to rest on his shoulder and shifted down in his seat to accommodate the size difference between you.

“I don't want to be rude.” You weakly protested. “I should cherish this moment and stay up with you.”

He made a tsking noise and waved his hand. “Don't worry about it. I'll never forget this moment, so I hope you won't either.” You tried to reply, but sleep claimed you quickly.

You woke with a start. “Excuse me?” You looked up at the steward sleepily. “We've arrived.” For a moment you didn't understand what he was saying. You glanced at the empty seat beside you, and your eyes widened.

“Wait. Where is —” you sat up and looked over the seats to see that you were the only one still there “— where is everyone else?”

“They've all gotten off the plane already. I was asked to allow you to sleep as long as possible.”

“Oh.” You looked away, not wanting him to see the tears that formed in your eyes. You had hoped to at least say goodbye. To get a picture or an autograph before you parted ways. Sure, you'd see him on a stage, but you'd never be able to speak to him again outside of a rare text message about anime. You picked up your phone left in his seat face down and stuffed it into your bag, following the steward.

As you waited for your suitcase in luggage claim, your phone chimed and vibrated. Of course, Certy would want to know if you'd made it there safely. You took out your phone and pressed a button on the side, waking it up. What you saw floored you.

Your unlock screen had been replaced with a selfie of Ren. Your jaw dropped open as you stared at it, nearly unable to believe it was real. The phone vibrated again as a reminder, so you reluctantly swiped your thumb across the smooth surface and almost lost your shit. Your wallpaper was a different selfie of Ren, this one signed with his name inside of a heart. A sneaking suspicion crept into your mind, and you went to your phone's camera gallery, slowly sinking to your knees with the biggest grin you'd ever had in a long time.

Nearly eighty pictures of Ren in different poses, with his group, had filled your phone's memory. You scrolled through them all, laughing at some while fighting tears at the fun you'd missed out on. On the second to the last picture, the group held up a sign that asked you to join them as their VIP guest for the concert with your friend. You covered your mouth and merely nodded to yourself, knowing damn well there was no other place in the world you'd rather be.

The final picture was of Ren sitting next to you with your head on his shoulder, sleeping peacefully. His lips were pressed to the top of your head, eyes closed in what looked like bliss with your lips curved in a smile. To anyone else, it would look like two close friends taking a picture. And you loved it.

Your phone buzzed and chimed as an incoming text message notification popped up. You opened it, fully expecting Certy to want to know where you were but was surprised to find that it was a video message.

The camera juggled around shakily before Ren's face came into view, him smiling wide. “I hope you don't mind that we went overboard with the pictures. You'll be able to save them, I hope. Um, did you rest well? Can't wait to see you tomorrow!” He blew an exaggerated kiss and winked before the video stopped.

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hey. can i ask for a fluffy butler!minhyun au. i love all of your scenarios!

Thank you so much!! I hope you love this one too~ Also I’m back after a long hiatus, so if you want to send in a prompt/au/scenario with a member of nu’est/W1/SHINee of your choice feel free to do so!!

Hwang Minhyun Butler!AU

let’s start off how I usually do these with a bit of backgrounddddd

you’re from a rich family

busy parents, who are barely ever around, theyre always overseas on business trips or extravagant holidays

like they do care enough about you and tend to your needs, but just aren’t round enough to really feel like loving parents ;;

but that means you’ve grown up to be very independent and non-reliant on other people

that doesn’t mean you don’t get quite lonely though

your house is massive

and sometimes you have moments where you feel so small by yourself in the empty house

but you tried to overcome that by throwing yourself into lots of extracurricular/club activities, so you would be away from home

you were in so many clubs, you were class president, you were on the athletics team, always running round doing stuff, people wondered how you were still able to function

sometimes you wonder that too, but you figure it’s due to the nanny you had growing up

when you were younger, your parents had hired a nanny to care for you when you came home from school

her husband was the family butler + and had been serving your family for generations

you hadn’t thought much of it, frankly you much preferred not having someone look after you

but you were always friendly, and happy to talk to them, like you’d never abuse your power or make them go an extra mile to help you

and you really did enjoy talking to your nanny - she was around the same age as your own mother

throughout your childhood you practically considered her to be your motherly figure, as she had been the one to give you advice whenever you were in a pinch

for example, in your first year of high school, you found that many people only wanted to be your friend because of your background

and she told you that you those people weren’t worth your time and that you’d definitely meet people who’d like you for being you

she helped you pick out a nice dress and shoes for the junior dance

in your final year, she even gave you boy advice when you told her you had a crush on the tall, handsome boy in your year (y’all know where this is going right)

and then she’d gush about her own son and you’d end up chatting with her for hours about him

Like how he had been voted class president, even though he was new to the school

and how he was captain of the choir

and how he was such a wonderful son

you’d never even seen his picture, but you knew so much about him?

and although you’d never met him, he always made you feel a pang of jealousy

why couldn’t your parents dote on you like that too?

At school though, you continued to crush on Tall Handsome boy in your year level

His homeroom/form class was the one next to yours, so you didn’t really know much about him, except for the fact that he was new and already quite the popular one.

You had met him briefly at the start of the school year, when you were trying to peer over his broad shoulders to see what class you were in

and he had noticed you struggling, gently pulling you to stand in front of him, before shuffling away, ears tinged with pink

since then you had been content with admiring him from afar, but of course that was soon to end, when you find him standing in the foyer of your house???!?!

“Miss Y/N, welcome home”

You were completely speechless, mouth gaping wide open

what was Tall Handsome boy doing here???

Minhyun smiled reassuringly at you, but you were still so confused

“I’m the son of the Hwang family - I will be coming of age this year, so it’s my time to take over from my father and serve your family. I’ll be living here with you from now, so please take care of me as I will of you.

It’s good to finally meet you properly, Miss Y/N”

side note: you need to know what kind of teeth treatment he’s been getting because damnnnn what a brilliant smile he has

You stutter out a greeting, but you’re still in a daze looking round the room to make sure you weren’t being punked or something

“Are you alright Miss Y/N? You look a bit faint, would you like me to get you a glass of water?”

Before you could respond, Minhyun had hurried off to the kitchen

How the hell did this situation even happen?

In your many years of conversations with your nanny, how did you never put 2 and 2 together and realise that her son was Hwang Minhyun?

Speaking of your nanny, a few seconds later, she walked in behind you, her hands full with the weekly groceries, and you quickly went to help her carry some of the bags to the kitchen

you weren’t sure what to say, but you had to make sure you weren’t just going crazy

“uhh Mrs Hwang…there’s a guy here who says that he’s the new butler?? Your son??”

Mrs Hwang’s eyes lit up, “oh yes, my son Minhyun must have arrived earlier than expected! I hope he’s made a good first impression on you, dear”

Just then, Minhyun returned with the glass of water, which he was about to hand over to you, until he noticed your hands were full carrying the groceries

frowning he placed the water down on one of the cabinets in the hallway and took the bags from you

“Miss Y/N, I’ll take these for you, please don’t strain yourself with these.”

You’re taken aback and almost offended(?) by his actions, it’s not like you’re some delicate princess who can’t carry her own vegetables a few metres from the doorway.

“Uh thanks… but please, can you stop calling me ‘Miss Y/N’? We’re the same age, you can speak casually with me…”

“I couldn’t possibly Miss Y/N, I need to be professional when I’m working.”

“…but…it’s uncomfortable for me”

“I apologise, but it will be easier for me this way,” he bowed his head slightly

He didn’t seem like he would change his mind very easily so you just sighed and nodded in defeat

it would take you some time to get used to him living in the same house with you.

Relief only hit when you arrived at school early the next day, where you sat at your desk getting your books and pencil case ready for first period.

At least at school you were able to escape from Minhyun for a bit, he was in a different class after all

You had left in a hurry that morning, foregoing breakfast in an attempt to get out of the house as fast as possible without bumping into Minhyun

Maybe I should have a snack….

You rummage through you bag, and keep rummaging round, because lol you forgot your lunch box hahahahahah good one Y/N

you groan, maybe theres still some time to run to the convenience store and buy something to eat, at least you have your wallet on you

A collective gasp distracts you from your dilemma and you see Minhyun standing in the doorway

it’s so cliche, but all the girls are wondering why next door’s class pres has suddenly visited

He beckons to you, and everyone is confused at the connection between the two of you

the gossipers will probably have a field day but you don’t have time to worry about that right now because Minhyun is has started to speak

“Y/N, class presidents have a meeting to discuss the school festival this morning, did you forget?”

You scramble to the door in a hurry, “Huh? No, isn’t that tomorr-”

The look on Minhyun’s face cuts you off quickly when you realise he’s holding your lunch box in one hand

Nodding in understanding, you head over to the stairwell with him, and he passes you your lunch as well as a can of iced coffee and a muesli bar

“Miss Y/N, I noticed you didn’t have breakfast this morning. It is the most important meal of the day, so please make sure that you have something to eat even if it’s small. If you want, I can make you breakfast in the mornings and bring it to your room. If you are uncomfortable with me going to your room, then I can leave it outside for you instead, or-”

You couldn’t stop the rush of blood to your face, as you took the lunch box from him gingerly

“jeez Minhyun you really don’t have to worry about me so much, I skip breakfast all the time…

but thank you for bringing this for me, next time you don’t have to, I can just buy food at the cafeteria”

“But Miss Y/N, the food at the cafeteria isn’t as nutritionally balanced or healthy as the meal made by my mother at your home.”

You sigh, but nod, Mrs Hwang’s homemade lunches every 2nd day were the highlights of your lunchtimes tbh

The bell chimed indicating that class was about to start, and you both started to go back up the stairs in the direction of your respective classrooms.

As you turn to go into your classroom, you give him a quick nudge in the ribs causing him to jump slightly

“oi Minhyun, please, im begging you to stop calling me Miss, we’re at school, can’t you just treat me as an equal? you don’t have to worry about me, I’ve survived by myself for long enough, remember to look after yourself too…”

with that you hurried back into your classroom, missing Minhyun murmuring something under his breath

“…I can’t help but worry about you though…”

As you sit down at you chair, you bring the can of ice coffee to your cheeks in an attempt to cool them down from the very apparent redness tinging them

i need to chillllli

Throughout the rest of the year at school, things slowly changed between the two of you

Both of you had decided that it would be best to keep it under wraps that he was your butler

He was still pretty formal with you but after a few weeks he had finally dropped calling you Miss Y/N

He also became more understanding about how independent and non reliant you were

even though all he wanted to do was take care of you

but seeing as you were in completely different friend circles, it meant you didn’t see him often at school anyway

the only times were when you had to fulfil your role as your class president and attended meetings with him/preparing for the festival

At home though, you actively avoided and suppressed your feelings for Minhyun, to the point where you became pretty good at hiding your emotions when you were in front of him

To be safe though, you would just stay locked up in your room

but it didn’t really help much that his room was the one next to yours

and you’d often hear him singing sweet love songs with that honey voice of his

and you’d just melt because who wouldn’t be a sucker for Minhyun’s voice lbr

and then it’d be this endless cycle of you falling for him, before scolding yourself, and then falling for him all over

After a while, you found that it was quite nice having company your own age round the empty house of yours

You had taken to studying together in the dining room, with him often helping you with your Japanese homework

and in a matter of a few months, Minhyun had gone from the Tall Handsome boy to becoming your butler, to becoming your good friend

It still felt weird though, having a crush on your classmate who was also paid to serve you and your family?

You didn’t like that there was this potential power imbalance in your friendship, and you had mentioned this to Minhyun before

But he had always waved you off, swearing that he was content with being loyal to you and your family.

and Minhyun was indeed fiercely loyal - he had seen how other guys had looked at you with those eyes - eyes that he couldn’t help but admit that he had look at you with as well

…At least as Y/N’s butler, I can protect her from everyone else…I’m just her butler, I don’t deserve to be this close to her, but I can’t help it, I just want to shower her with all my affection

On the afternoon of his birthday, you had been too embarrassed to give him a present in person, so you had waited for the opportunity for when he was out to sneak into his room

You were about to open the door to his room, when Mrs Hwang walked by with a pile of fresh laundry causing you to freeze in your tracks

“Y/N, my dear, I’ve just done the laundry - would you like me to run a hot bath for you?”

You nodded vigorously, the adrenaline kicking in from you almost being caught, “Yes please, Mrs Hwang, that would be amazing!!”

“Not a problem, lovely, I’ll let you know when it’s all ready for you.”

When she was out of sight, you heaved out a sigh before cracking open the door to Minhyun’s room

You realised it had been the first time you had gone into his room since he’d moved in and started working as your butler.

His room was so neat and tidy, so typically Minhyun.

When you went and put his present on the desk, you noticed his planner laid out in front of you

You wouldn’t usually pry on someone’s personal stuff like this, but even just glancing at it you could tell there wasn’t anything super personal in there, it was just his daily tasks, and events he had

You noticed he hadn’t even written his own birthday in the planner but he had written down all his friend’s

Curiosity got the better of you and you wondered if he’d written yours down there too

Flipping to your birthday, your eyes widened at the little note written on by the date

Y/N’s birthday - make sure she has a great day~!!^^

You heard the jingling of keys outside the house and you froze for the second time that night, unsure if you’d make it out without being seen

You managed to get the door shut just as Minhyun was walking up the stairs

He was holding a rose and a prettily wrapped box which you assumed was cologne (A/N: back in the day when you come of age in korea, you were typically given roses, perfume and a kiss but it doesnt really happen so much anymore)

“Oh, Y/N, sorry I’ve been out all day, did you need anything?”

“No no no, that’s absolutely fine, it’s your birthday after all! Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah it was good, we went to the arcade for a bit, and then the boys treated me to a meal”

He blushed slightly, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment

“They kept trying to get people to kiss me because it’s my birthday, so I ended up just running away and came home early…I know it’s a tradition but I wasn’t too keen on getting a kiss from a complete stranger.”

You laughed, “I’m sure they were just teasing, but I’m glad you had a good time.”

He nodded, smiling at you and letting you know again to tell him if you needed anything before you both went into your respective rooms

As you were getting your stuff ready for your bath, you heard a knock on your door

Thinking it was Mrs Hwang, you opened it straight away ready to thank her, only to be surprised by seeing Minhyun again

He was holding the present you gave him delicately in his fingers - a classic but elegant watch with a sleek leather band.

“Did you get this for me, Y/N?”

“oh..yeah, yeah i did… do you like it?”

“it’s so beautiful...i love it, but I can’t possibly accept this”

He reached out to return the watch to you, and you felt a pang of rejection

Not letting him return the watch to you, you pushed his hand away, “why are you giving it back to me? I got this especially for you!”

Mnhyun couldn’t think of a response, and with a sudden burst of courage and frustration, you blurted out quickly,

“Well, if you don’t want the watch, at least you have to get all three coming of age gifts today right?”

And before he could respond, you pulled him down to your level, giving him a very quick, chaste kiss on the lips before pulling away,

“Happy birthday!”

Suddenly all the bravery you had drained away and you tried to scurry past him but he caught your arm pulling you back into him to plant his lips on yours again

His arms snaked round your waist and you could feel yourself melting into his warmth

He smelt like a lovely mixture of fresh mint and peaches and you could taste the grapefruit tea he must’ve had earlier on his tongue.

Not breaking away from the kiss, you pulled him into your room by the collar of his shirt, shutting the door behind you

As soon as he heard the click of the door, Minhyun had you pinned against the door, his lips leaving a trail down your neck before he sucked gently on your pulse

You tried to stifle the moan that came from your lips, but it was too late, and Minhyun’s eyes came back up to meet yours, shining with intensity

“I’m…I’m so sorry, i don’t know what came over me” you apologised breathlessly, moving to step away but Minhyun’s hands were firmly on your waist holding you in place.

“Please, Y/N, please don’t apologise to me…”

His fingers went to caress the sides of your face and he smiled gently when you leaned further into his touch

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, but I never thought I’d ever get the opportunity to.”

You frowned, “what do you mean?”

“I’m your butler, I’m here to serve you, I don’t deserve to be here like this,” he gestured to the position you were both in, “with you..”

Scoffing you pulled him in closer, burying your face into his chest, “Minhyun, who I deserve to be with is for me to decide, and even if you are my butler, that doesn’t mean you are any less than I am.

And besides, I’ve liked you since the first day of high school from before I even knew you were my butler!”

“Wait since the first day of high school, really?”

“Yeah, and then when you became my butler, you were all uptight like ‘Miss Y/N this, Miss Y/N that,’ I couldn’t catch a break! It doesn’t help that your room is right next door, you were so distracting all the time!”

Minhyun grinned, “Well it’s the same for me then isn’t it, when we were at the first meeting as class presidents, you never paid much attention to me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off you for the entire time…you’re very cute when you’re focused.”

He leaned down to capture your lips again before you could respond and you gladly reciprocated

A light knock on your door caused you to jump

“Y/N are you on the phone? the bath is all ready for you now!”

Bright red blushes mirrored both of your cheeks, and you’re absolutely mortified that Mrs Hwang nearly caught you making out with her son, whilst Minhyun is just desperately trying to block out images of you in the bath

Looking down at you in his arms, he gestured for you to open the door as he hid behind it, but not before kissing you gently on the forehead, and whispering softly in your ear that he was looking forward to continuing what you’d started after your bath

;—-)))))

hey hey hope y’all enjoyed that! I love me a good Minhyun scenario. This one was one of the longest ones i’ve written so it took me quite a long time woops. Like I said at the beginning send in a prompt/au/scenario/reaction with a member of nu’est/W1/SHINee of you choice and I’ll write something for you!

Thanks for reading!

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