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izuhan · 2 years

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gentle and generous︱lee know

pairing: yandere!leeknow x gn!reader ︱genre: slight angst (?), slight fluff?, yandere. oneshot︱word count: 3.5k︱warning: may contain grammar errors, not proofread, yandere themes, implied/drugging, funeral, mention of parent death, slight love making, cursing, a bunch of italic, slight mind break, slight incest (I got fried brain), just minors dni

a/n: hello! im scared to post this but 50+ of you are already here so I figured I could post one of my fav writings of mine. it could be confusing but you're free to ask anything since this is a oneshot I made mainly cuz of brainrot of domestic yandere Minho.

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Was baking and doing the dishes distracting him?

The perfect answer is always no. If one could distract him, it would be you running through his mind all day without break... just breaking him little by little.

His heartbeat speeds up rapidly, and the habit of blinking went haywire, uncontrollable for such a person as Minho. He promised not to worry too much because he trusts you, he believes the door will open and you'll enter, call his name and return to his arms.

House chores were nearly done, only the rooms you both stayed at yet only slept in Minho's room. Minho does not have the heart to say he is, and still, incredibly worried the moment he wakes up, the bed will be empty and cold, no sign of his lover he tucked in and made love with last night. The thought of you leaving had crossed his mind enough to drive him overboard, buying unnecessary things like chains and locks for an emergency which were never used unless he's being forceful and you're willing to do so. He might love the sight of you on your knees, mouth wide open, tongue lolling, face flushed and crying, begging for his forgiveness, sometimes chanting sinful words he feeds you with. But, never the sight of the side of the bed empty and cold, the window opened.

Minho's well aware the relationship is unhealthy, toxic, and too much for such a person like you are and that's the reason why the relationship is the way that it is. He never meant it to end up like it is now. But, he knew better than to expect a normal relationship with how much love and adoration he has for you. Overflowing, will not ever run out, his love is eternal and no one can ever change that.

Your friends had described him as a 'Walking Red Flag' as most people do when they spend enough time with you and Minho to notice little things off with your lover. However, you're not quite so surprised by the fact that he is, indeed, what they perceive him as.

Despite everyone's opinion clashing with yours, you will and always knock on the door to his room later just right after you announced you'll be sleeping in your own room, tears rolling down your cheeks, chanting words he both expected and did not, hence, surprising Minho himself.

Minho would shed a few tears, would lift your head, cheeks on his both hands, planting a kiss on yours lovingly which might lead to lovemaking or falling asleep right away. Either way, the couple would wish the moment to not end, to continue to venture into each other's horizons to meet every standard and qualifications the other might have, and discover little traits the other liked and disliked. No words are needed for the couple to understand what it meant to stay by each other's side until both are satisfied, content, and trusting the other they will never leave.

Minho has no reason to overthink and worry about you leaving for more than he instructed you and you had mentioned it might take more than two hours to even get to where you're headed to.

“Be home at exactly 5 pm, dinner will not wait until then.” Minho was facing the other way, hands slightly trembling and avoiding yours trying to reach for his.

“... it's my mother's funeral, love. My family should be there expecting me, they might want to tell me what happened to my mother and other things.” soft sniffles and voice cracking, Minho understands you lost your mother and your family there... they might steal you away.

“Do you trust me?”

The water stopped running loudly, and Minho's hands drying between two kitchen towels stopped as well. You're used to his gaze, either wrath, love, jealousy, or all of the above yet you can't be used to his fond, worried gaze, begging you to stay with him.

Minho shakes the water off his hands, staring deeply into your soul. “Of course, I do.” It's them who I don't trust.

“Then, please, love, set me free.”

Minho breaks into a breathy grin, scoffing and wanting to huff, roll his eyes, pin you down, or bend you over the sink. 'Set' you 'Free'? Is this some kind of joke? Do you think you're his prisoner?

Are... are you... Is he willing to do so?

“If you put it that way... you're never going to come back.” he could hear his heart breaking. If you're guilt-tripping him for letting you go to your mother's funeral at a set time, it is going fantastically well.

“I will, I always do. It's just that... maybe we could try having to be apart from each other for more than a few hours.” Minho had always imagined you asking something huge like this, he would always be prepared to answer truthfully with all his heart on it, he would reason with your suggestion whether it means well or not.

Practices to be apart from each other always fail, and always reach two hours or less. One or the other would have been sprinting to find the other, spamming text messages, electronics were excessively involved. The door would open for the other to neither walk nor run inside the living room, showering the other with the attention they hadn't had the chance to do within those hours they were apart.

Three hours is by far, the worst thing Minho can stand.

He agreed upon your suggestion, promising he won't use any of his skills to track you down and snatch you amidst your mother's funeral. Minho could easily open his laptop, tap and click a few things and hear what you're saying or who you're talking to, or what the conversation was about. In spite of that, he chose not to.

You have no clue what skills Minho possesses and think hacking is such a Seungmin or a Felix thing to do so and you're right. Those two had taught Minho about it as a joke, and Minho progressed incredibly quickly and now here he is, anything he wishes to do is a few clicks away from being granted.

Glancing at the door for the last time, he stands between two rooms; Him, and yours. Usually, he would choose his room right away considering you sleep there all the time, whether you insist or not. But, he stares at the door to your room, if it could talk, he would be convinced to enter the room the moment it talked, assuming it won't, he still went inside anyway.

For a few minutes, he stares at the bed neatly done, then at the picture frames consisting of you two together, your family, him and his cats, you together with his family, and your friends. If it means you'll stay with him, he'll allow it although sometimes he knows you're tricking him. No trick in your book had worked on him, every single trick to leave behind a track of your disappearance right after he concluded he needed you always will be by his side.

Minho roamed around the room, each step getting a little longer for another step to meet the carpeted floor. He brushes his fingers around the edge of the bed before he ruins it, throwing himself on the bed and sinking in for a brief moment before he buries himself with the scent lingering on your bed. He sniffs deeply, inhaling the scent of his lover he's missing the most as of now. Each whiff he takes, the heavier his eyelids had got, a smile creeps on his mouth, his phone vibrating on where ever he placed it. The ring tone was different from what he had saved for his beloved, hence he won't take the call and allow himself to relax, maybe dream of you or once again imagine your warmth against his body.

Minho shuffles around the bed, warmth from his body transferred as he sighs, body slightly aching from sleeping too long...?

He briskly grabs his phone from the nightstand, clicking the side of the phone. 8:11 pm. Clicking his tongue he rose from the bed and headed to the door only to open it and closed it once he heard another door open. Back pressed against the door of your room, he inhaled and exhaled.

Don't get mad. Hug. Hug. Hug works.

He repeats that over and over again, twisting the golden doorknob which seemed to fade with a few already chipped off the doorknob itself. It was slightly dented, and pointing downwards as though someone had bent it to look down at the ground perfectly. And presumably, it was, and totally, his entire fault.

Times where things get 'slightly' off and pointing other ways except pointing straight ahead were not good memories for him and you. Sure, of course, sexual role plays would be the option to assume but, Minho's not charmed by pretending to be someone you adore or vice versa.

Would you like it if you were to wear a cat costume to be on your knees and stare at Minho upwards, pupils dilating with happiness, and tail swishing left and right from excitement?

That... That could work, but not too soon.

Minho would like for the both of you to dress nice and sophisticated, sometimes blinding for the human eyes due to bold and bright mix-matching of colors, the moment your eyes would met with each other at those times, you laugh and laugh until you're taken and claimed to be his under the moonlight.

Heavy steps snapped him to reality, his hands itchy, well aware if he won't hold you any moment, he will decay or might as well kill himself from being touch deprived for over four hours. Yet, he wasn't ready to face you right then. Whatever your family had gone through was out of his business, he might be some kind of serial killer by now, but crimson will only paint his hands and clothes whenever they push his buttons; Whenever they touch you.

See, Minho's quite the notable man. Be it merely standing, wearing anything tight or loose, a bucket hat of some sort, or even something hideous for his disguise. People will notice him, women and men will notice his mere presence just by passing by them, taking a slight and quick whiff of his cologne to fight off unpleasant scents. Your family had met him often and became fond of his character since then to become suspicious of your disappearance right after your father opposed your relationship with your former lover back in the day when Minho was stealing knowing glances and seemingly agreeing with your father's statement secretly. That very day was special, your father's word is engraved in his mind until now he remembers it clearly.

That very moment as your father lifts love letters from you and the man, scanning through each one. Minho was standing next to the door of your room as an excuse and as a friend to get advice from. He observes quietly when your father begins reading certain lines which had his stomach turn, eyes darkened, and face twisted enough for him to look away for a brief moment to process how much of a sap you are. The only thing he was focused on was your father and the letters spread across the floor, and some on his hands. He cites and cites lines until he reached the part where the two would confess to each other's feelings, hearts everywhere the letters and forbidden words.

His face twists into disgust, glaring at his child and back at the letter before he drops both letters down and points in Minho's direction.

“I would rather have you stuck with Minho forever than know you're wasting your time on this dipshit.”

The sound of the pretty papers tearing apart, and falling to the floor which will later then be vacuumed and burned was the best feeling back then, he felt so much relief.

Would your father be proud that you are now, indeed, stuck with Minho forever?

Maybe.

No, probably.

It's hard to tell since he doesn't seem to care anymore. He seems to want nothing to do with the two of you now, it doesn't bother you at least. He used to be so supportive and helpful with you, even after you started dating a boy. Words of wisdom within your relationship with Minho seemed to flow perfectly against his tongue, joking about his and your mother's wedding failures, how everything was perfect right before your father tripped against your mother's dress.

Now, his words are barely spoken. All he does is glare at Minho or comment on something he thinks you need to learn. You thought you've grown close with your father, he did teach you how to read, but his words weren't always meant to help you or for you to listen. He's been acting that way right before you knew your mother had fallen ill, and you, disappearing in thin air.

His world might have been broken so many times, good thing Minho shares the same pain right now. He's scared for you, for himself, from your father's and siblings' words. Deep inside that dull, stone-cold heart lies a soft spot for you to return home. From every angle, everyone who knows you loves you, as easy as that, you're not hard to love and the same goes for you towards everyone except him. His luck was barely a strand of hair.

“Minho, love, I’m home…” he hears you from a distance, the mention of his name rolling down your tongue had him on edge, already ready to ravish and squeeze you tight in his arms. But he doesn’t… not now.

Minho comes out of your room silently, hair a bit messed up from him drifting off and shuffling in his sleep. He sees your situation; nose red, swollen eyes, and exhausted, gloomy, glossy eyes. Tears were threatening to come out, Minho making it worse by walking closer, opening his arms wide in a slow, comforting manner. You thought he’d be mad you didn’t obey what he told you. You were scared to knock on the door to face him this close. You should’ve trusted him by now.

But, how do you trust the man who took away the life you had because of his eternal love?

“How was it?” Minho hummed a sweet tune, the one he frequently does whenever he senses you becoming uneasy with your situation or with him. He knows the right time to use his heavenly vocals to ease you down, although most of the time it was his fault. Minho’s as glad as he could be, he’s not at fault this time.

“I think... they want me back,” Minho froze, slowly pulling away from the hug. His hands remained on your shoulders, his mouth slightly opening and closed. This is what he was talking about, it has come.

Minho doesn’t say anything though, instead, he does was stare at your eyes, waiting for you another set of words to either ease him or give him the great nightmare he’s dying to experience. He was not fond of anybody manipulating his lover into thinking their home, their place is any better than Minho’s. He has given you everything you might need, he’s there, he cooks, he eats with you, he stays with you, he sleeps with you, he’s always there to calm you down, to save you from the danger everybody has to you, and he gives and loves you very much.

Isn’t that what home means? A better place?

Your home is him right?

You could see Minho’s face changing with his thoughts while looking at you, you’re so used to seeing him expressionless whenever he’s not looking at you. Loving gazes were the only frequent thing he shows you willingly, a thin line between his fake smile and genuine ones. A ton of your friends had commented about Minho’s gaze at you and other people. They would often say it’s similar to everybody, even them, he’s faking his smile and the way that he looks at you.

Yet, it’s both fake and genuine at times. If Minho’s faking it, you’ll know right away, if anything’s wrong with Minho you’ll know.

And as of now, you need to be the one easing him down because of the words you spoke.

Truth be told, no one said a thing upon your arrival at the funeral. Dead silence welcomed you and sent you off. Your father was staring at your mother’s coffin, paying no attention to his newly arrived child. He was ignoring your siblings as well, all of them had similar twisted, disgusted looks throwing at your figure. Words fly out of their mouth, horrible ones, you pay no mind, mirroring your father. Yet, they find ways.

“… My siblings too, they missed me a lot.” You swallowed everything they said, everything they gave you. Seeing Minho slowly growing suspicious and frantic was always a sight, a sight you had inevitably loved. His entire demeanor falls apart as you look at him with hopeless eyes, sensing something which isn’t right.

“Do you want to come back?” his tone softens, rubbing your cheeks with his thumb, faces inches closer to each other. Minho breaths in your scent, from your hair to your neck.

Minho’s eyes never left yours the moment his face was met by yours again, a slight grin creeping on your face. He cocks an eyebrow, letting your hand grab his.

They gave you a generous present, lots of bottles resting in your tiny bag. Drops of them slipped inside your mouth down your throat. They all made sure the effect was visible to anyone. They made sure you have the best and the worst day of your life.

“No one will ever come to help you, with this—” one says, displaying an uncanny face too close to yours. “—you will never be satisfied. You’re going to feel desperate like the slut that you are, attacking anyone you see.” That one laughs like a maniac and a psychopath on the loose.

“Y/n, a few drops of this liquid is addictive y’know? This means you’re an addict now! Will you do it with me? Will you?” another psychopath, a nymphomaniac at that. She vigorously yanked your face closer to her, mocking a kiss and moaning softly.

They were generous and gentle as they told you while you cry in their embraces, pinching your rose cheeks, your cute nose, and hard, seeking attention, sensitive buds. As they get addicted to the forbidden liquid you were once addicted to, the same liquid Minho mixed with the food and drinks, the same liquid Minho trained you with. They got lost in their minds chugging the liquid to themselves while what was remaining in your mind was Minho’s face when you confessed to what they made you and what they did to you.

Your body shudders dangerously at the thought, tight, heated walls start to slick up. Good thing you knew your place, you know who will truly fulfill your life, not tear it apart.

Maybe it could be that too… in another way.

Minho saw the familiar bottles resting on his hands, you kissed it while gazing back at him. Quite nostalgic, he loves it.

“Hm, what else, love? How did they convey their longing for you?” Minho snaked his hands on your waist, hauling your body closer to his until you could feel the lining of his length leisurely standing proudly. You gasped at the light contact, his touches were intoxicating, burning on your skin, and heating your already sloppy and slicked up insides. “Why don’t you show it to me and we’ll have a talk with them tomorrow? Will you like that, love?” Minho scoops you up, biting your bottom lip when you nod and whimper.

In his and your head, you both already had a plan connecting with each other.

“N-not—no. Just you please… they—ah! They quite like me too much.” You’ve seen those gazes they threw at you, they were dying to do it, they were waiting for the moment to show you how they want to toy around you to prove such a claim they fed themselves, engraving it in their head, digging their own grave.

Minho’s face softens, caressing your cheeks, and smiles widely. “Sure, babe. Wait for me and make sure to open the television if you miss me.” You both laughed at his words, Minho’s well aware you’re highly affected by the drug they gave you because if you’re not, you will still be crying due to your loss.

Minho has seen you like this before, you never remember what happened after it wears out but your body does. Tonight, though, Minho will make sure you remember every single thing of these moments you will share with him to the point you will be able to replace your God with him.

Thought first, he has to keep his words, leave you for a moment, and deal with your beloved siblings. He knows you wouldn't mind him gone for a while.

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k-sickies · 10 months

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SKZ as sickies

.. you can't tell that Jeongin is my favourite... 🤣

Bang Chan

Tries to deal with it on his own

Just takes any meds to make him feel better or at least to make it through the day

Prefers Lee Know to take care of him

If he feels emotional, he likes to go to Felix since he reminds him of home

Doesn't like anyone to see him sick

Loves heating pads but not really tummy rubs

Give him neck and head massages. He loves it

Tends to get more migraines then anything else

Only has a weak stomach if it comes to spicy food

Doesn't like it if I.N or Seungmin see him sick

Gets burpy if he's nauseous

Gets migraines and ignores them until they're really bad

Relaxes immediately if someone pulls him in their arms and whispers comforting words to him

Nees reassurance

Gets anxious and dizzy if his insomnia is at its worst

Lee Know

Is stubborn and won't admit it

Rather deals with it on his own until he physically can't hold it anymore

Rather goes to Chan or Hyunjin

Don't touch him if he feels too nauseous or if his fever is too high

Loves tummy rubs but won't ask for it

Can handle a fever or anything else but stomach aches make him cry, he denies it tho

Don't let go of his hand if he's anxious or stressed

His stomach gets loud and bloated if it's bothering him

Secretly loves it if he's being taken care of

Can't hold back a grimace or wince if his stomach is bothering him

Likes to be cuddled to sleep

Changbin

Hates being sick and is whiny about it

Doesn't hide it unless it's before a show or an important event

Wants to he pampered

Loves tummy rubs but will blush everytime

His stomach is loud if it's upset

Can't handle fevers. Will be a baby and gets emotional

Loves it if Felix takes care of him

Cries while throwing up

Needs lots of cuddles if he feels unwell

Has a strong stomach unless he's nervous

Hyunjin

Hates being sick but tries to hide it unless they don't have any schedule

Keeps dancing even tho he's sick. Probably fainted or threw up in the middle of dance practice

Turns shy if his stomach is bothering him

As soon as he admits being sick he loves to be taken care of

Always gets nightmares if he has a fever and mostly wakes up crying. He needs a lot of comfort and cuddles after.

He wants to be held

Looks for Jeongin, Chan or Minho if he feels bad

Loves it if someone plays with his hair or massages his scalp if he has a headache

Can be a bit dramatic about it

Han

Gets quiet if he feels unwell

Doesn't like to tell anyone but also doesn't want to deal with it on his own

Needs cuddles. A lot of it.

Will get really clingy if he has a fever and gets really emotional

Usually wants Chan if he feels unwell

Doesn't like tummy rubs if he feels sick

Loves back rubs tho

Will hold on someone's sleeve if he doesn't feel good

Strong stomach unless it comes to nerves

Gets really shaky after throwing up

Sleeps a lot if he's sick

Can't handle dizziness at all

Felix

Doesn't like to hide it

Needs a lot of hugs

Is scared of throwing up and needs someone to hold his hand and stay with him as soon as he feels nauseous

Loves back rubs, tummy rubs, neck rubs..you name it

Goes to Hyunjin if he feels bad

Usually handles fevers really good. He doesn't notice them, just suddenly faints out of nowhere

Seungmin

He doesn't notice if he's sick

Gets moody if he has a fever

Doesn't like tummy rubs at all

Does like to rest his head on someones shoulder tho

Loves it if Felix cuddles him if he doesn't feel good

Mostly doesn't get sick to his stomach or it happens out of nowhere

His nausea goes from zero to hundred in seconds. He just suddenly throws uo and can't hold it back

Gets really dizzy if he had a fever

Loves it if someone puts a cold washcloth on his forehead

Makes the weirdest jokes if he has a high fever

I.N

Doesn't like to admit if he feels bad

Sometimes, he can hide it so well that no one notices. Other times, he's really bad at hiding it.

Gets nervous stomach aches a lot

Doesn't like physical touch if he has a fever, gets really snappy and moody if you touch him while he has a fever

If you ask him how he feels he has a hard time holding back tears

Will mostly only go to Hyunjin or Chan if he feels bad

Needs a lot of reassurance if he feels sick since he doesn't want to be a burden or hold someone back

He won't ask for it, but he wants someone by his side if he feels nauseous

Please rub his tummy, he loves it

Is shy about physical affection and mostly doesn't like it but if he's dizzy or sick to his stomach he melts into any physical touch

Likes to hold on someone's pinky if he feels sick while being in public

Can handle fevers and dizziness well

Can't handle stomach aches and migraines.

Don't leave him if he feels unwell, he might start crying

Sometimes stresses himself out if he's sick

#yuzus headcanons #sick stray kids #stray kids as sickies #sick!straykids #sick stray kida headcanons

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