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minminyoonjii · 7 months

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Hey hun!!!

I first off wanted to ask how you are doing??? People don't check in with the writer enough!

Secondly I wanted to say you are officially my new favorite blog!!! I die for all your skz content

Lastly I had a request if you don't mind. Soft Dom Hyunjin struggling to tame brat reader so he asks for help from hard Dom minho. I feel like that duo isn't used enough!

I was thinking maybe professor skz or at least like a role play situation but it is up to you!!!

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🕯Summary: Mr. Hwang's course has always been a pain in the ass for your GPA so he decides to confront you on it, but you couldn't hold back from snapping at him. Mr. Lee heard the commotion and wanted to lay some advice.

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I'm been doing alright, lowkey having Ao3 writer curse from the amount of times the hospital and clinics have seen me but overall A-okay. On sem break at the moment and I'm savouring it as much as possible. Thank you so much for liking my work, I hope you enjoy this one💛💛

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💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.6K

"What am I going to do with you, hm?" Hyunjin questioned, rubbing his face between his palms. You grumbled, crossing your arms "I don't see what I'm doing wrong," you said, glaring up at him. Hyunjin dropped the papers on your desk, "I've never had such a badly graded student throughout my career," he said, pointing at your test scores. You rolled your eyes, "Sounds like a you problem," you said, mocking him.

Hyunjin chuckled, rubbing between his eyebrows, "Is that so? Have you ever tried picking up a book throughout this semester?" he questioned, gripping the sides of your desk. You clenched your jaw, "Of course I have, your course just doesn't make sense," you retorted, pressing your tongue against your back molar. Hyunjin scoffed, "I basically spoon-fed the entire class and you couldn't even grasp a single concept?" he asked, finding it hard to believe.

You smirked, "It's not my fault you suck at projecting information, professor," you said, leaning back into your chair. Hyunjin cracked the joints in his neck, "There's no getting through your stubborn head. Why are you even fighting back on this, don't you need my course to graduate?" he asked, piercing his eyes at you. "I rather fail your class multiple times than admit that you can teach," you hissed, looking away from him.

Just as Hyunjin was about to question further, a firm knock snapped the both of you out of the high-tension confrontation "What's going on here, Mr. Hwang? I could hear your voice down the hallway, you know how these walls bounce audio," Minho asked, leaning against the door front with his glasses perched on his nose. Hyunjin stood straight, "Mr. Lee, I was just having a discord with one of my students," he explained, showing Minho your results.

Minho looked at the papers, "Seems like it's more than a simple discord," he said, setting the papers down. You gave Minho a side glance, "What's in it for you, you're not even my professor," you pointed out, finding Minho's serene calm attitude unnerving. Minho smiled, "Well, dear. Mr. Hwang seems to be having a hard time putting you in your place and I have no problem reprimanding a brat like you," he said bluntly, shedding off his overcoat, showcasing his toned arms.

Your eyes darted between your professors, "You can't do that," you spluttered, bouncing your legs. Hyunjin loosened his tie, walking over to lock the room door "Under what guideline?" he teased, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek. Your breath hitched when a sudden firm grip wrapped the back of your neck, "You should have done this in the first place Hwang, look how submissive she looks. Like a sweet kitten," he said, licking the rim of your ear.

You squirmed, tilting your head back in the hope of breaking Minho's nose. He laughed at your feeble attempt, pressing your face onto the desk "Feisty like one as well," he purred, keeping you subdued beneath his grip. Hyunjin unbuckled his belt, slacks dropping to his calves "What should we do with her, Lee? You have first dibs," he said, folding his slacks aside. You shifted, trying to nip Minho's palm as they talked about your body like a doll.

Minho chuckled, "This might be sick of me to say, but I would love to thrust down that tight mouth of hers. As long as she watches the teeth," he said, grabbing a fist full of your hair and tugging it back. You choked out a whimper, glaring at the man who started this mess in the first place. Hyunjin cooed, palming his clothed boxer "Then I'll take her pretty hole, I bet it's dripping from how rough you're handling her Lee. A slut like her just loves to be manhandled," he said, watching Minho position himself in front of your mouth.

Minho groaned, "Do you mind stripping me down, Hwang? I unfortunately need to keep my hand on this feral kitten," he said, leaning back into Hyunjin's chest. "It's my pleasure, Lee," Hyunjin chuckled and kissed down Minho's neck while his hands unbuckled his belt. Minho hissed, baring his neck further for Hyunjin to kiss. "Throbbing already, Lee?" Hyunjin asked, cupping Minho's growing bulge. "Oh, f-fuck. Can't blame me for being aroused, Hwang," Minho hummed, grinding back on Hyunjin's clothed cock.

You whined, head spinning from Minho's firm grip holding you in place. "Aww, looks like the doll is needy, Lee. Go ahead and feed her," Hyunjin said, tugging down Minho's boxers. Minho grunted, holding the base of his cock with his free hand "You better watch your teeth, dear. If not your punishment will be much worse," he warned, tapping your bottom lip with his precum-silked cockhead. You relaxed your jaw, moaning at the taste of musk hitting your tongue.

A deep hum rumbled from Minho's chest as he pushed this cock down your throat. Tears dripped down your eyes from the sheer girth of his cock stretching your mouth open. Minho chuckled, rolling his hips at a steady pace, hitting the back of your palate with each thrust. You moaned around his length, letting your teeth graze his cock for a mere second but a sharp sting impacted your cheek. Minho hissed, tugging your hair to his pelvis, making you choke and gag around his cockhead "I said, watch it with the teeth didn't I? " he growled.

You whimpered, drooling dripped down your chin onto the floor below. Hyunjin chuckled, "One punishment isn't enough for a precious girl like her, Lee," he said, lifting your hips and sitting beneath you. Minho moaned at the sudden shift of position "Fuck, Hwang. A warning would be fucking nice," he hissed, using your mouth as like an onahole. Hyunjin tugged your panties aside, pressing his thumb into your soaking warm hole "You should have a go at her pretty cunt once you're done with her mouth, Lee," he said, easing two fingers into your clenching walls.

Minho's hips trembled, "Ah, ah, yeah. Shit, your mouth feels so tight around my cock, dear," he moaned, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes. Your head spun at the lack of oxygen, submitting to the harsh thrusts Minho plunged down your throat. "That's it, kitten. Fuck, fuck, fucking take it, swallow everything," he grunted, sinking his cock to the hilt. You choked a sob, cum squirting down your esophagus, and you tried your hardest to swallow every single drop of cum you were given.

"Good girl," Minho rasped, pulling out. Hyunjin slicked his cock with your fluids, drenching his inner thighs and testicles "Take a deep breath, princess," he whispered, easing his cock within your gummy ribbed walls, inch by inch. You wailed, face pressed against the desk from how weak your arms wobbled when you tried lifting yourself. "Sir, sir please," you begged, feeling the desk shift beneath you with every thrust Hyunjin pounded.

Hyunjin kissed the back of your neck, "Hush, princess. Just take it, okay? " he grunted, gripping your hips firmly and starting to roll his hips at a ruthless pace. Broken moans and whimpers echoed within the room. Fluids pooled against your face, may it be Minho's cum, your drool or tears, everything blurred into a sheen of liquids. Hyunjin flicked your swollen clit in tandem with his precise thrusts "Come on, princess. Gush and cream around your professor's cock. Make yourself useful for once, yeah?" he grunted, slurring his words.

Your abdomen clenched, nails weakly clawing the desk "Please, please, sir," you sobbed, feeling your orgasm teether on the edge. Hyunjin quicken his pace, sinking further into your warm tight cunt "Close your eyes and just feel," he growled, pinching your puffy clit. Your jaw dropped into a silent scream, and your body tensed up "Fuck," you keened, clenching hard around Hyunjin's length. Hyunjin's breath lodged within his airway, "Good girl, such a good girl," he groaned, spreading your ass apart to see the creamy foam bubbling around your opening.

Hyunjin moaned loudly, cock pulsing as he came from the sight "Holy fucking shit, you're sexy," he hummed, pumping his cock in and out of your gaping walls just to drive your bodies into the pleasure of oversensitivity. You whimpered weakly, laying there used and ruined. Soft kisses could be felt on Hyunjin's skin "Come back to me, babies," Minho whispered, coaxing the both of you down from your orgasms. Hyunjin groaned, slipping his cock free from your tight grip "Shit, hyung. Look how pretty our darling drips," he rasped.

Minho gulped at the sight, tempted to pump your cunt into another orgasm but he knew your body was reaching its limit "Let's get you cleaned up, kitten," he whispered, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. Hyunjin cleaned up the fluids, making sure nothing got stained from your little scene. Minho cleaned your body thoroughly "Stay awake a little longer, kitty. I made your favourite for dinner," he said, chuckling when your eyes blinked open. "There's our precious girl," he cooed, carrying you out of the tub. You giggled, nuzzling into his shoulder. Minho smiled, "Take a piss while I prepare your toothbrush," he said, helping you on the seat.

Hyunjin peeked his head in, hair damp from the quick shower he took "Is everything alright here?" he asked, seeing your body covered with a fluffy towel. Minho nodded, "All good. Could you plate up today's dinner, Jagi?" he asked, kissing Hyunjin's cheek. Hyunjin chuckled, kissing back "Of course," he said, moving towards you and cupping your face before placing a kiss on your forehead "I hope you learnt your lesson, brat," he teased, biting your cheek. You whined, "Never," you giggled, kissing Hyunjin's nose. Minho chuckled, "That's our girl," he said, patting your head.

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liaas-rant-space · 5 days

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my brain physically cannot comprehend the beauty that is STRAY KIDS like oh my god???

BANG CHAN FOR WHAT REASON DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT??

LEE MINHO WHY ARE WE SO CUNTY???

SEO CHANGBIN WHY ARE YOU SO ATTRACTIVE???

HWANG HYUNJIN UR LITERALLY HAIR GOALS???

HAN JISUNG FOR WHAT WAS THE CUTESY ADORABLENESS??

LEE FELIX WHAT IS UR HAIR ROUTINE???

KIM SEUNGMIN HOW R U SO CUTE???

YANG JEONGIN HOW R U LITERALLY PERFECT??

no but yeah. personally, so attractive, i have photos to prove it. hehehhehee

adorbs. all of them

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bugeater101 · 2 years

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Truth or Dare?, pt. 3

Synopsis: Minho and you played a game of Truth or Dare, and when you don't comply with the rules and refuse to obey your orders as a loser, you must face the consequences.

Content: swithc!reader x switch!minho, fem!reader, perv!minho, best friends to lovers, school au, pussy slapping, spanking, face slapping, restraint, oral (f. receiving and m. receiving), brief use of colour system, slight voyeurism, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (USE A CONDOM!!!), overstimulation, fluff ending (basically aftercare to make up for the fact that Minho's a jackass).

Word Count: 6.5K

Author's Note: Part 3! I hope you guys have liked this mini-series. I'm feeling not great about my writing right now and am just generally unconfident in what I've created recently. So, I hope I continue to improve as I create more content for you guys! Again, if you have any suggestions/asks/hard or soft thoughts, send them my way! I love hearing from y'all and it makes my day that you decide to share your perverted fantasies with me lmao. Anyways, enjoy! As always, though both characters in this fic are students, they are 18+. Therefore, do not interact with my work if you are a minor. Other than that, thanks for reading!

Taglist: @scribblemetae, @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki

part 1, part 2, part 3

Anxiety raked your body as the minutes ticked by. The silence of your home reminded you of Minho's expected arrival and what was to come, despite your lack of knowledge about Minho's objectives. After disobeying him, Minho's reaction was exactly what you had expected: enraged, frustrated—showing all the tell-tale signs of feeling unrespected. So, you knew that, regardless of your efforts to text him to talk it over (or even beg for forgiveness), his need to reassert his position as the Truth or Dare victor was greater than your desire for mercy.

Your body remained stiffed from the day's earlier encounter, hair unkempt from fiddling with it and your uniform still in its dishevelled state. One thing had changed, however: you removed your underwear.

Okay, you admit it. A thong is like panties and you'd hoped that maybe Minho would be kind enough or pussy-crazed enough to let it slide. But, you should've known better. He wasn't the sweet nor merciful type, so he certainly wouldn't take disloyalty too kindly.

The clock at the corner of your room clicked with every passing second, the room's air tense as you sat still on your bed. What was Minho going to do to you? It wasn't this question or your lack of knowledge of what was to come that made you uneasy. You knew that, though he was cruel, Minho wasn't overly harsh. No, what really frightened you was your helplessness.

You had succumbed to every craving you had for him in mere days. What had started as passing thoughts of him in not-so platonic ways turned into you acting out your innermost desires those damn toys that started this whole charade. Now, this devil managed to sneak out of your fantasies and was living out his own dreams in your reality. It seems that every push you made to get away from such thoughts now brought you closer to them than ever. Minho was on your mind, and you couldn't wish it or force it away.

6:56 PM. Minho would be here any second; he was always punctual. In fact, you were still amazed by his coordination today. Even if he pulled the fire alarm just to see you, he must've studied which way your class specifically would have exited, where you would've been according to your position in the class itself, etc. You had to hand it to him, Minho knew how to get what he wanted. Planning, time, and effort went into getting you alone. So, you disobeying his orders wasn't just a defiant act against him, but to everything he had done, everything he had put effort into. He was a man who enjoyed precision and order, and your defilement of that meant you must pay for it in a similar nature: in your own degradation.

A loud knock at the door made you jump, and you sit still as realization washes over you. 7:00PM. It was time for your punishment.

"Come in!" You yelled from your room, your voice somehow steady. With the switch of the lock, the door is forced open. Another second passed, and it seemed like Minho materialized in your room, locking the front door, taking off his shoes, running towards your room, and locking your own door behind him in mere milliseconds. Your brain was on the fritz, unable to keep up with what was to happen and what was happening.

Minho felt the denseness of the air as soon as he entered your normally relaxed sanctuary, his uncomfortability reflected in the stiff way he dropped his bag and began removing his school tie.

"Please relax, y/n," he mumbled, your eyes wide as you stared at him. "This won't be fun if you don't like it." After removing the tie fully, Minho held the satin fabric in his hand, his eyes studying you. He turned, heading towards the light switch to turn off the overhead light and turn your fairy lights, illuminating your room in a soft incandescent hue.

"But if you choose to like it," he continued, his voice low and intriguing, despite your efforts to keep your emotions at bay. Minho turned around and looked back at you. "If you choose to enjoy it, you might just end up loving it." A smirk rose on his face as he came closer to you, each step making your thighs tighten together and your stomach knot a little more. He stopped a foot away from you, staring down at your figure, studying how your top—even when resting—can barely contain your bust. Fuck, you were pretty. It made Minho want to skip all over the pleasantries, all of the things he had planned for you, and get straight to what he's always wanted to do with you: kiss you. Kissing you slowly, holding you close with no barriers separating you, and not fucking you, but making love to you. God, he wanted to treasure you, let you know just how this wasn't just a quick fuck, a thing of teenage hormones or clouded judgement, but that he really wanted to do all of that with you.

Yet, on the other hand, he was mad.

Not just mad, but pissed. Downright enraged at your behaviour. So, before he could skip to the good part, he had to make you work for it. You had to know your place, and realize just how much you wanted him, too.

"Get on all fours," Minho demanded. According to his expression, there was no space to mess around or tease him. He was calling the shots, taming you, and if you were to try and change that dialogue, then who knows what measures he would go to. Your body immediately went into action, rushing to the centre of the bed and placing your hands and knees parallel to each other, facing away from Minho. Your immediate obedience was appreciated and expected: you didn't intend to piss off Minho more than you already have. Yet, he wouldn't be too easy to please.

"Ooh, so now you want to act all good?" He scolded. You felt the bed shift behind you, and you knew that Minho was now positioned behind you on his knees. Suddenly, you felt a deep pressure between your shoulder blades, forcing you onto your elbows and making you arch your back so your ass was pointed in the air. "Lean forward, baby," Minho growled. "I want to see what you've been hiding." Your new position made your skirt ride higher up your thighs, slightly revealing your ass and a bit of your pussy. You whimpered as the cold air met your already soaking heat, making Minho chuckle.

"Aw, look at you," he cooed. The humiliation made you press your hot face into the bed. Yet, despite your embarrassment, your headshot up once you felt Minho's cold fingers push your skirt higher and higher.

"Shh, baby," he whispered, massaging your plump flesh as you let out a small whimper. "You deserve this. Now, you're gonna take your punishment like a good girl, right?" Before you could respond, your voice caught in your throat as his cold fingers met your cunt. The wetness that had troubled you the entire day was now being spread across your lips, allowing Minho to easily tease your clit and stick the tips of his fingers into you. A smile spread across his face with every little moan you let out, teasing and playing with your pussy but offering you no satisfaction.

"I'm glad I'm finally getting my reward," he groaned out. "And I'm glad you're finally being punished." Out of the blue, pain shot through your entire body as Minho retracted his hand and left a quick swat to your cunt. Then, with a swift movement, he reached forward and grabbed your clasped hands that rested on the bed and ripped them apart. Your face and upper chest crashed into the bed as Minho pulled your hands back and tied them behind you with his tie. Despite the softness of your fabric, the tense knot told you that there would be lasting marks.

"Minho," you mewled out, your back curving deliciously as Minho stared at your feeble form. His hands resumed to grip your ass and love handles, imaging what it would look like fucking your cunt like this from behind, all tied up and ready for him to be used.

"Be quiet," Minho stated, making you sniffle. "If you wanna be good, you gotta learn your lesson, hm?"

"Minho, I— ah!" A sharp smack cut you off before you could even argue against him. Your moans filled Minho's ears as he slapped your ass, loving how it jiggled with every harsh hit and how the redness spread across your backside. However, he knew he loved two things more: how there would be a mark in the shape of his hand left on your flesh, and how wet you were getting from this.

"You slut," he spat, giving you a break by rubbing two fingers throw your folds while his other hands gripped your constrained hands. He leaned forward so that his lips were at your ears, and the closeness of his body to yours allowed you to feel his length against your cunt through his pants. And, with his chest pressed into your back, you could tell that somewhere along the way he had unbuttoned his shirt and allowed it to hang off of his body, untucked.

"How dare you enjoy this," he groaned in your ear. Tears prickled your eyes as you fought hard to respond to his scolding.

"I'm sorry, Minho," you hiccuped. Minho scoffed.

"You wanna feel better? You've been enjoying this entire punishment and you're even pushing your cunt into my cock right now." Though this shocked you, you realized it was true. You had subconsciously moved your body closer to his, pressing yourself further into him and rutting a bit to feel his hard-on against your pussy. Somewhere in the mess of things, he had also unzipped his pants, revealing the front of his boxers and allowing your dripping lips to soak them. You gasped slightly at the discovery, tears now staining your cheeks as you began to profusely apologize,

"Minnie, I'm sorry," you whined. "I just wan' have fun with Minnie, but now I've been bad... I'm sorry." Small sobs left your lips as Minho continued to play with your clit. His heart only ached slightly for your state, because whose wouldn't? You were normally so strong-willed, so powerful, so determined, and now... now you were his plaything, huh? Minho laughed then, realizing how you finally got what you had coming, that this was what it was all building up to. He had tamed you.

"Thank you for apologizing, y/n," he said slowly, love tracing his voice as he finally pulled his hand away and started slowly massaging you instead. He pressed kisses along your back and ear before nibbling it slightly, allowing you to calm down before he continued.

"Colour?" He asked after a minute.

"Green," you responded quietly.

He nodded in response and continued to kiss you. Kisses eventually moved down your back and were now pressed into the back of your thighs and ass, trying to replace the lingering pain with love.

"Lemme make you feel better," he whispered as you buried your face into the bed. "Let me praise you after taking your punishment so well."

"Please, Minho," you begged as his kisses teased closer and closer to your pussy, though never even grazing it. You were initially expecting him to immediately pull away in response to your begs, continuing on and not granting you any relief. However, maybe your pleas had gotten to Minho, and it was making him a bit of a softy.

As if reading your mind, Minho's lips finally met your clit. You immediately moaned out, responding to the sweet relief his kisses offered.

"Fuck," you mewled as his nose buried into your hole while his tongue vigorously sucked on your clit. His hands occupied themselves by gripping your ass and wrapping around your thigh. His tongue moved sloppily, drool and your juices leaking down his chin as he moaned into your pussy, a puddle of your precum soaking the sheets below you.

"Mmh." Though his voice was muffled as was yours, his trapped as he continued to lap you up while yours was drowned out by the bed below you, you both knew that the other kept begging for more.

In order to give your more pleasure and satisfy his own, Minho suddenly flipped your entire body over like it was nothing, as if his carnal desires allowed him to move whatever he wanted with ease. You gasped as your body was flung across the bedspread and now rested flat, knees spread by Minho's hands and your arms tied behind you, with Minho between your legs. He stared at your expression for a second, face reddened partly with tears and partly due to shame, but overall overwhelmed by crushing neediness.

"You're..." he panted as he looked at you writhe below him, attempting to push your knees together to ease the pain between them. His chin glistened with your cum and his spit, his tongue slightly licking his lips to taste what remained of you. "You're so pretty," he gasped out. Before you could respond, Minho flung himself forward and began kissing you passionately, his tongue finding yours and his lips softly touching yours. He pulled away and began kissing your neck and jaw, making you moan out.

"Minnie!" You cried.

"Can you taste yourself, y/n?" He hummed in between kisses to your collarbone, "Can you taste yourself on your lips? You taste so fucking good, so perfect for me." Minho sat back on his heels then despite your efforts to bring him back to you, which were quite useless due to your impeded state. Minho's hands found your shirt and ripped your blouse open, scattering the pearlescent buttons across your bed and floor.

"Minho!" You shouted, shocked by his aggression. Minho, however, was entranced by your tits, mouth drooling not only because of how he missed your taste but because of how plump your chest looked.

"S... sorry for the mess, y/n," he mumbled. His eyes met yours and he chucked. "So... no bra either?" You felt dumbstruck for a second by his coy attitude, his humour being a surprising but not unwelcomed reaction. You smiled.

"I thought that since you said 'no underwear', I should apply that to all undergarments," you responded happily. Minho smiled at you before shaking his head.

"God, y/n, what you do to me." Before you could respond, Minho's mouth met your nipples and sucked them, pushing your tits together in an attempt to lick them at the same time. You whimpered as he massaged your tits, loving the way he kissed the middle of your chest while each hand pinched and pulled your nipples. Here and there, he would flick them or push your tits together in a feeble attempt to try and suck them at the same time again. You twisted under him, wrapping your legs around his waist and feeling every little rutt he made into the bed below you.

"Minho, please," you begged although you didn't know what you were pleading for. He continued his actions, thrusts going deeper into the bed below him as he tried to catch his high. Your writhed below him, trying to tear your hands apart and finally touch him, but were trapped due to the tie around your wrists. You begged and pleaded, whimpers filling Minho's ears.

However, though Minho loved your whines, he was getting sick of you. Not you entirely— he loved your body and your reactions to his touch and how you let out little hiccups here and there—but he was finding the whole begging thing getting old.

"God," he groaned, pulling away from you. "Y/n, you talk too much," he cooed at your innocent, needy gaze. That look made him want to scoff, laugh at you, because how could you look at him like that after all you've put him through?

Sitting up on his knees, he pulled you up with him and then shoved you back down onto the mattress so you sat on your knees. You stared up at him, his bulge prominent in his opened trousers and the curve of his abs making your mouth water. The tightness on your wrists became more noticeable as you wished to reach out and grasp his cock, to see if he was really seven inches like he told you. Luckily, Minho did it himself. With one hand petting your head, his other slipped into his boxers. He threw his head back and hissed at the direct touch on his dick, teasing himself right in front of you and enjoying every second of your desperate whines.

"Aw, look at you," he chuckled breathlessly. "You want cock, y/n?" You nodded, thinking it was an adequate response. However, Minho tugged your head aggressively and pulled you up to face him.

"Hmph! Fuck— Yes, Minnie, I wan' cock," you sobbed. A kiss on your forehead indicated that Minho liked that response. Dropping you back onto the bed, Minho moaned as he tugged harder on his dick, growing larger in the confines of his clothing.

"Show me, then." Minho pulled his cock out, the red tip snapping against his abdomen and making him moan.

Fuck. He was right about the size.

"I know baby," he laughed, "I don't like to lie." His hand stroked his dick right in front of your face, dragging from his base to his head, slightly thumbing his slit when it reached the tip and making him gasp. Fuck, he was big. How could he have not told you until you pressured him to? You've wanted to fuck him forever, and little did you know he had the most perfect cock; thick, huge, and with the slightest curve that you knew could fuck you good.

"Minho," you whispered. "You're mean." He laughed at you, hips slightly stuttering as he continued to stroke himself. Precum leaked from his tip as you stuck your tongue out, desperate to catch some.

"Baby, are you hungry from some cock?" he asked cutely, bending his head down slightly and pulling up your head to meet his.

"Mmhm," you hummed, nodding aggressively. "Wanna taste Minnie and show him how good I can suck." Though you tried to maintain eye contact with Minho, your gaze kept fluttering down to his angry head, aching to suck on his tip and make him cum down your throat.

Minho noticed your desperation and cooed at how your eyes begged for your throat to be filled. Standing straight, he brought his hand to your chin and made him look up at you.

"You think you deserve a reward for being so good?" Nodding again with a series of mhm's, Minho sighed and decided to take pity on you. "Get on the floor baby." You began to climb to the floor but stopped once you reached the edge of the bed. Turning to him shyly, you looked up at Minho and gestured with your head to your restrained hands.

"Can Minnie be nice and untie me?" you mumbled weakly. Minho raised an eyebrow, confused as to why you would want to be released. You understood his confusion and continued. "I wan' give Minnie pleasure with my hands and mouth... wanna make his cock feel as good as it can." Minho almost attacked you with kisses upon hearing how desperate you were to please him, falling for you all over again. Instead, he opted to untie your hands, telling you "of course, y/n" with a sweet voice. As soon as you were freed, you moved onto the floor and pulled Minho to the edge of the bed, him laughing at how excited you were to be filled with some cock. You stroked his thighs that were slung over the side of the bed, running your hands up his abs and touching everything you couldn't the first time. You sat up on your knees and kissed his lips, tasting the lingering juices on him and savouring how charming his kisses were. Your lips then worked their way down his jaw and neck and pressed sloppy kisses down his entire torso until you reached his cock. You were about to place your mouth on him, drool leaking from your mouth and landing on his head, making him groan.

"Wait, y/n," he panted. His words worried you, making you pull away and sit back.

"Minho, what's wrong?" You asked urgently. Minho immediately calmed you, placing his hands on the bed and leaning back.

"Don't worry, y/n, I'm fine," he reassured. "But, I need you to do something for Minnie, okay?"

"Anything," you immediately responded, making his heart warm. Minho looked down at you then down at the bed.

"Get the box," he demanded. You stilled, eyes wide. God, he could eat you up right now. "Let's finish what we started yesterday, hm?"

Instantly, you dove under the bed beside him, making him chuckle at your eagerness and the sight of your ass arched next to him. He was tempted to spank you again, fuck you while you were unaware and helpless under the bed, but the redness of your ass and his need to get his cock sucked made him think again. You reemerged in the blink of an eye, presenting the box to Minho.

"Baby wants me to choose?" he asked.

"Yes, Minnie," you gushed.

Minho stared you down again. "You weren't going to be given an option in the first place." He threw off the box lid and immediately found the bunny vibrator from yesterday, turning it on and testing to see if had enough battery to last the rest of the night. He grabbed the box and shoved it back under the bed, keeping only the pink vibrator in his hands. Tossing the toy to you, he leaned back on his hands and glanced down at his cock.

"Well?" He asked. "It's not gonna suck itself, y/n. Show me how well you use that mouth of yours and how you use that toy on your tasty little pussy, okay?" Even before giving a "yes" or even a nod, your hand was back on Minho's thigh and moving to grasp his cock for the first time. As soon as your hand held his base, you kissed the tip, causing Minho to throw his head back and moan loudly. You licked his shaft from base to head, wetting his cock before kitten-licking the head and sucking it eagerly. Minho had a white-knuckle grip on the sheets, trying to contain himself so he didn't preemptively cum in your mouth.

"U-use your toy, baby. Do as you're t-told," he stammered out through gritted teeth. You happily obliged, letting your hand stroke his cock while you licked the head of the vibrator just like you did yesterday, making Minho groan at the sight. Then, after wetting your toy, you finally placed the buzzing vibrator on your clit, riding your skirt up a bit to give Minho a view while you sucked his dick.

"Fuck, baby," he panted out as you returned to his cock. With every hum and moan you released with his dick in your mouth, he did the same, mewling as you eagerly licked him.

"You wanna suck me dry, y/n?" He asked while you pumped him harder, grinding on the vibrator below you and getting it wetter and wetter. "Want me to fill you up, don't you?"

"Mmhm," you mewled against him, making Minho moan in response. However, instead of continuing until Minho came undone, you had something better in mind. Pulling off of him with a pop, a string of drool still connected you two, causing Minho to lean back on his elbows as he urged you to keep going.

"C'mon, baby, you were doing so well," he whined, still trying to maintain his dominance in spite of his neediness. You glanced up at him and smirked. First the first time, you knew you had the upper hand. With his cock in one hand and your cum-covered vibrator in the other, you placed the buzzing bunny on his cock head and made him writhe beneath you.

"Fuck, baby," he panted out as he gripped the sheets tighter below him. While one hand played with the vibrator on his tip, your other held his balls and your tongue traced the length of his dick. Minho's chest rose and fell deeply, trying to stop himself from coming so quickly. One of his hands rose up in an attempt to pet you, to give you some love in return, but it instead threaded through your hair and pulled it, earning a moan from both you and him.

"God, y/n," he groaned as you licked, pumped, and fucked him every way you could.

"Minho..." you mumbled, "you taste so good." Your mouth and vibrator switch places, sucking him fervently while the vibrator rubbed him quickly. Minho began to pant and mumble incoherently, his grip becoming harsher as his hips fucked into your mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted in an attempt to keep his orgasm at bay, though he knew it was no use. "Fuck, baby, yes, yes, please, I'm going to cum, please! Fuck, Fuck— ah!" Cum shot from his cock and into your mouth, milking himself dry on your tongue as you lapped him up.

"Y/n... y/n, fuck," Minho gasped as he tried to catch his breath. "So good, baby. You suck cock so fucking good." He stroked you lovingly, loving how you licked the cum off of your lips and the vibrator. You pulled yourself off him, allowing him to calm down and to shut off your toy. However, no matter how much Minho came or how much he tried to settle himself, he was still incredibly hard. And, his cock was covered in cum. You whined at the sight, unsatisfied at your performance and looking up at him with desperate eyes.

"Minho," you mewled out.

"What?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath. Then, he noticed his current state and how red his dick still was, and how you rocked with your hands clasped on your lap: you were waiting for permission.

"Y/n, I—" he began, but he had guessed wrong. You were done taking orders.

"I don't care Minnie," you cut him off. You couldn't wait any more today. You had grown impatient, waiting for Minho's permission to do any little thing. You've had enough. You grabbed his cum-covered dick and began licking off every little bit of it. Sucking on him eagerly, Minho's hands didn't know what to do. Overstimulated and just as needy as you, he didn't know whether to pull you off or push you further on his cock.

"Y/n— I— ah—please, sto—ah!" Every sentence, hell every word he spoke was lost to him. All he could think of was how good you were at sucking him off, and how he needed more of you. But fuck did he need a break. "Y/n, please!" He begged in a raspy voice, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Finally, with the little strength he had, Minho managed to pull you off his cock. Both of you gasped for air, trying to stable yourselves. However, before you could gather yourself, Minho pulled you up and threw you onto the bed.

"Minnie!" You gasped as you bounced on the mattress. When you looked back at him, Minho's entire demeanour had changed from the quivering mess he was before. Somehow, in mere seconds he had thrown off his shirt, boxers, and pants, with his cock standing prominently against him. "Minnie..." you repeated in a small voice, trying to pull at his heartstrings.

"Did I give you permission to touch my cock?" He growled, walking towards you slowly. Though you wanted to retreat against the backboard of your bed, your limbs couldn't find the energy or courage to move.

"No," you answered, knowing that even a stutter could set him off. He kept moving towards you, taking a step onto the bed with his knee and proceeding to crawl towards you.

"Then why aren't you being obedient?" he spat. Suddenly, he grabbed your legs and pulled your forward, your thighs crashing into his and making you yelp. With unfathomable strength, he ripped—literally ripped—your already ruined shirt off of you, leaving you in your skirt and tie.

"Minnie!" You cried as you stared into his dark eyes

"Can't trust you one bit, can I?" he questioned as he proceeded to pull your tie off you, gather your hands in his, and retie them together. "Have to keep you restrained like the little bitch you are?"

"Min— fuck!" Though you tried to protest and defend your actions, you were cut short by a swift smack across your face. You stared up at Minho, his breathing hard and your eyes wide.

"Sorry, baby," he said. "But you gotta learn to be good."

Harshly, Minho wrapped your legs around your waist and pinned your tied hands above your head, making it so you were once again face-to-face with him.

"Now, say 'please, Minnie,' okay?" He whispered.

For the first time that night, you stuttered. "P-please Minnie?" Minho smiled in response. He had finally broken you.

Then, you felt his tip tease your clit, both of you moaning out from the overstimulation. Gathering your juices on his cock, he finally decides to slip his tip into your cunt, letting you stretch around him.

"God, y/n," he gasped as he buried in his head in your neck, trying to get closer to you. You could barely respond, mewling out a hum in an effort to tell him how good he feels.

"Ready for me?" Minho asks, raising his head to meet yours. However, instead of your eyes catching his own, they were sweetly staring into nothing. Meeting his eventually after tracing the walls, your blank stare juxtaposed Minho's gleeful one.

"Hey, where are you baby?" He giggled in between breaths, removing his hand from your tied ones to brush some hair out of your face. He kisses your cheek, inching slowly into you as he proceeds to pepper your face with light smooches.

"Minnie," you whine out as he stretches you out.

"There you are, y/n," Minho coos as he pushes inch by inch into you. "Come on, take this big cock into your tiny hole like you know how." After what felt like hours, Minho finally bottomed out in you. You both panted at the sensation, feeling every ridge in his cock in you while he almost came again strictly from how your gummy walls hugged him. Minho, after finally calming himself, began to rock into you, pushing and pulling himself out of your cunt with a groan.

"Fuck, fuck, baby," he cried at the sensation, holding you close.

"Minnie!" You moaned out from the stretch.

"Goddammit, y/n," he groaned in a low voice as he pulled out again. "You gotta learn to be g-good." You could barely respond, instead simply uttering his petname over and over again.

"Say my name," Minho whined as he sat up and spread your legs out, removing his hands from your restrained ones.

"Minho, please keep fucking your baby," you begged as he readjusted himself, briefly depriving you of his cock.

"Fuck," Minho whimpered as he began to fuck you again, this time harder and deeper. "You talk too much, baby," he groaned as he threw his head back before having it fall forward again, watching his cock piston in and out of your swollen pussy.

"Minho, I'm sorry," you cried. Though your hands were free, you still were able to bring them down your clit and play with it, wanting to reach your high quickly after being edged all night.

"Y/n, s-stop," Minho mumbled as he watched you thumb your bundle of nerves. Every brush to your clit made you squeeze tighter around him, sucking in his cock and making his thrusts shallow and quick. "If you k-keep doing that, y-you're gonna m-make me cum."

You wanted to chuckle at Minho's deterioration in front of you, but you knew you were no better. After this entire night, you couldn't hold a candle to his power over you. With every eager pump into you, Minho brought you closer and closer to your climax— and he could tell. Minho's thrusts started to become sloppy, using the last of his strength to keep his hips from stuttering or stopping, despite the urge to edge himself a little more. But, he was too overstimulated, and even another glance down at his cock buried in you could make him cum on sight.

"Be good baby, c'mon," he moaned as he fucked into you faster and faster, gripping your thighs tighter with every thrust into you. "Come around me, y/n. Do it, baby, make a mess,"

"Fuck, Minho!"

"Be good, be good, come with me, be a good baby, please," he moaned as his hands slapped the fat of your legs. "P-please cum, baby, be good like you know how to, please! Please, baby, fuck! P-please— fuck!" Minho's hips stuttered as you came around him, soaking his cock and making a mess on the bed below you. You cried out his name while he continued to pound into you, unable to control the movement of your fingers nor handle the speed of Minho's thrusts.

Minho's hips stuttered a second before pulling out, making you mewl as you watched him vigorously pump his dick before cumming the second time that night, panting your pussy and tummy in his cum.

As if running a marathon, Minho collapsed onto you, caging your body in his while you panted below him, both of you attempting to catch your runaway breath.

You felt like you were a million miles away, descending from Cloud 9 and attempting to ground yourself again. Then, you felt a small pressure on your cheek, then jaw, then forehead, then temple. Minho was drawing you back home, easing you down with gentle kisses and sweetly stroking your jaw as your breathing slowed. When you finally came to, you looked and saw a tired Minho beside you, wide-eyed and enjoying your exhausted expression.

"Y/n, you're back," he whispered as he brushed away some hair that had stuck to your face. You smiled in response, unable to find the words that told him all you wanted to say. Something along the lines of "thank you, I'm here, and I love you" would have been good. Yet, you still could not conjure the boldness nor the energy to tell him that. Instead, you rolled over slightly so you both laid on your sides, and you buried your face into your pillow as you held each other close.

"So," Minho continued as he stroked your cheek with his thumb, "did you enjoy your punishment?" You laughed at his joke, enjoying his lightness considering how heavy he was mere minutes ago.

"Fantastic," you giggled. "I should rebel more often just so you could punish me more." Minho smiled and came closer, brushing his nose slightly against yours. You had never seen him this giggly, this playful or amused. And it was true: he felt relieved and relaxed for the first time in a while, happy to be here with you in such circumstances, to hold you like this, to finally say that you are, in more or less formal terms, his.

"Maybe you should. Now," Minho rose up, gaining newfound energy. "You stay there, I'm going to get a cloth to clean you up and some snacks. Anything in particular you want?"

You shook your head no, surprised at how responsible Minho had become due to your rather impaired state. Minho rushed off then, leaving only momentarily and returning in the blink of an eye, snacks and a warm washcloth in his hand. However, though he wanted to make you smile, all you did was laugh.

"You just ran around my house completely naked, Minho," you chuckled. Minho didn't glance down to see if you were correct—you obviously were—and instead placed the snacks on your bedside table, along with a water bottle, and slowly cleaned you up with the cloth.

"Damn, not even a thank you? And what happened to 'Minnie'?" He asked as you melted into his touch.

"You are insatiable," you laughed again. "Thank you, Minnie." You emphasized the nickname, making him smile.

After cleaning you, Minho disposed of the dirty washcloth and reached into the backpack that he had brought with him, pulling out two hoodies, a pair of boxers, and your panties from yesterday. He tossed one of the hoodies to you and your underwear. You stared at them in shock, surprised he had the generosity to give them back to you.

"They're clean, by the way," he said as he slipped the boxers on. "I, um, had some fun with them yesterday night and had to clean them anyway." You laughed, slipping on the soft white garment and the black hoodie he had thrown to you, basking in his lingering cologne that stuck to the soft cotton.

"Thank you," you responded. "I also had some fun last night after you left." Minho cleaned your room as you talked, putting away the box of toys and placing your bunny vibrator aside to clean it later, silently enjoying how he finally got to see you use it. Minho laughed at your response, kicking his dirty clothes and the scattered buttons from your blouse aside to clear your floor. Then, his eyes then up at you. He had never seen you so beautiful, so comfortable in his clothes, and so natural. It was like you were meant to be there with him, right here, right now.

Of course, he could never let himself be so open about such feelings. This was Minho, after all. Instead, he jumped into your bed, making you bounce at his actions and lightly hitting his arm for disturbing you. He crawled up to you, snuggling into your chest and letting his weight press you down into the mattress.

"I guess we're perfect for each other then," he said as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Your hands played with his hair, petting him slowly and relaxing into his touch. You smiled.

"I guess we are."

#skz smut #stray kids smut #leeknow smut #leeknow fluff #leeknow x reader #leeknow x y/n #perv!leeknow #stray kids leeknow #lee minho

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cas-skz · 1 year

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🤣 I'm laughing at your snow plow man flirting, but in a "it's cute" way.

Wait, this is a fic! It's Lee Know, you're the final street on his route. He likes shameless flirting and he comes back after his shift in 30 minutes to see how much hospitality he can wring out of you 💀

Thank you so much for this lmao it was actually so fun to write!!

18+!! Please&thanks!! MDNI

warnings: cursing, drinking alcohol, boobie play, petname - pretty girl, dirty talk, protected sex (crowd gasps)

“Stupid fucking winter, stupid fucking snow!” You yelled as you lazily pushed the snow off your walk way. It was the first major storm of the season, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

You had finally made it to the end of your driveway when the snowplow turned the corner, daring to add more snow to the already large mountain at the end of the driveway.

You groaned quietly as you backed up, only to slip on ice and land flat out on your back. “I. Fucking. Hate. Winter!” You yelled, throwing your arms out beside you.

The loud beeping and bright of the snowplow stoped in front of your house, the sound of the squeaky metal door opening. “You okay?” He yelled, you couldn’t hear him.

“Hello?” His face popped into view above you, offering a hand to help you up.

You furrows your brows at the stranger, but took his hand and pulled yourself up, brushing the snow off your coat.

“You okay?” He asked again, his soft brown eyes scanning your face.

“Physically fine, mentally hating every single thing about winter.” You kicked a snowball with your foot.

Leeknow laughed, shaking his head as he glanced back at his plow. “Ya, I guess I don’t help with that.” He looked back at you and extended a hand. “I’m Leeknow.”

You yanked your glove off and shook his hand. “Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but check out the man in front of you. He was extremely attractive, to hot to be driving a snowplow, but a job was a job.

“So, no boyfriend around to shovel for you?” He asked with a tilt of the head.

You huffed a laugh, “Even if I did, they wouldn’t do this. I have a history of picking leaches.”

“Leaches?” He laughed

“Yea, men who just stick to you and suck all your worth.” You shook your head, feeling slightly embarrassed by your own remark.

“Anyways, thank you for helping me up. I’ll appreciate you until you make more snow for me to shovel.”

Leeknow motioned with his shoulder towards your house, “Go warm up, I’ll get rid of it for you.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded, “It’ll take me two seconds.”

You smiled widely, “Thank you, so much. I owe you a drink.”

“I’ll keep your word on that.” He smirked, giving a little wave as he turned back to get in his truck.

You watched from the window as he cleared the snow for you, even getting out to make sure it was perfectly clean before heading on his way.

You grabbed some fuzzy pj shorts and a matching bralette, throwing it on and pulling in your house coat over it. You relaxed on the couch with a white claw, chatting on the phone with your phone as the tv played in the background.

“I haven’t hooked up with anyone since you dragged me out last summer and I got wasted.” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink. “Besides, I’ll get some dick when I get some, there’s no rush.”

“Hey, maybe plow guy will come back to plow you.”

You rolled your eyes, holding the one to one ear as the doorbell rang. “Shut up! I’m not gonna tell you about the cute guys I meet if you think we’re going to fuck right away.”

Grabbing your wallet, you opened the door expecting a food delivery person. Instead it was Leeknow, with a 24 pack of drinks in hand.

“Hey…I’m gonna have to call you back. Leeknow is here.”

You went to hang up the phone, just as us ur friend yelled “plow guy?!” Loud enough for him to hear.

Your cheeks flushed a deep red, as you threw your phone onto the couch. “Sorry, I thought you were my Chinese food.” You mumbled for a moment before raising an eyebrow at him. “Wait, why are you here? Do I owe you money for clearing the snow?” Your second question was filled with sarcasm.

“You said you owe me a drink.” He held up the case of white claws, “I brought some, just in case you didn’t have any.” He said with a wink.

You shook your head with a laugh, stepping aside to let him in. “If you try to murder me, I have a witness that you were here.”

“Am I that scary looking?” He asked with a smirk, kicking off his shoes as he glanced around the room. “Fridge?” He asked holding the box of drinks to you.

You took it and motioned for him to follow you. “I have some chilled already.”

Turning into the kitchen, you noticed Leeknow had gotten distracted by your cat. “That’s Taylor.”

Leeknow joined you a moment later, “Your cats name is Taylor?” He asked with a laugh, leaning up against your center island as you opened the fridge for him to see the drink options.

“Yes. I did not name her, and she refused to be renamed.”

After a few minutes of chatting in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. You started towards it, but Leeknow stopped you. “I’ll get it.”

It caught you off guard, in a good way.

He came back with the food a few minutes later, setting it on the island. “And now I’ve bought you dinner.”

You blushed a deep red, biting your lips before grabbing two plates and passing him one. “Lucky for you, I can’t pick one thing, so there’s tons.”

The two of you chatted while you ate, laughing and telling stories. You didn’t end up eating very much since he kept the conversation flowing. But you definitely had a good buzz on.

“So, how would you say our first date is going?” He asked, gathering the dishes and cleaning up a bit.

You sat back in your chair, watching him easily move around your kitchen, asking where certain things went and insisted you just relax.

“Honestly, probably the best one I’ve had. I’m comfy as heck, didn’t have to go anywhere and I laughed a lot.”

“And what about the guy? What do you think about him?” He asked as he stood at the sink, washing the plates you had used.

You shifted a little in your seat, taking a drink as you checked him out from behind. “Great ass.”

“Thank you.” He laughed

“Did not mean for that to come out, but you’re welcome.” You laughed quietly, biting your lip.

You tried your best to ignore the butterflies swirling in your stomach. Something about watching a man being domestic drove you mind into the gutter.

“He’s funny, super sweet. My cat likes him which is a big thing cause she doesn’t like a lot of people.”

He turned to look at you, a smile on his face as he dried off his hands. You didn’t notice before, but they were beautiful in their own way, perfectly lined with popping veins.

You took a long drink, the warm effect of the alcohol taking over your body, “and what did he think about the girl?”

“She’s smart, very pretty. Likes to color and draw, which is super cute.”

You took off your house coat, completely forgetting that you only had minimal pjs on.

“She’s also got a great body.” He choked over his words.

You looked down at your body, giggling a bit. “I guess you’re lucky I have something on.”

Your filter was basically gone at this point as a result of the alcohol. You lazily lofted the housecoat back over your shoulders.

The two of you made your way to the living room to continue chatting. Leeknow had a few more drinks and you, against your own judgment, had another one.

For some reason, this man who was just a stranger a few hours ago, made you feel safe and happy. It felt like you’d known each other in another life time.

You curled up next to him to watch a movie, his arm draped around you, his fingers gently rubbing your shoulder.

When a sex scene came on in the movie, you bit your lip hard. As if the drunken sexual tension wasn’t enough, you were picturing Leeknow fucking you like the guy on screen.

His fingers came to a stop as the scene got more intense, the girl was being called slut and you couldn’t help when a smirk pulled at your lips.

“Whatcha’ smiling about?” He whispered in your ear.

“It’s kinda hot.” You looked up at him for a quick second, eyes trailing to his plump lips before darting back to the tv.

Leeknow hummed, his fingers starting to move again, this time slipping under your bralette slap.

His touch gave you goosebumps, and you swore you could feel his eyes staring you down.

“I don’t want to sound lewd, but my eyes haven’t been on the movies all that much.”

You slid your hand onto his thigh, squeezing a bit, “well what have you been looking at?”

Leeknow moved a little closer, his hand moving down your chest, running along his fingers slowly across the hem of your bralette.

“Oh, I guess they are quite out there.” You looked over at him, “I can put them away if you’d like.”

“Please don’t.” He said with a smirk, licking his lips.

You repositioned on the couch, sitting cross legged facing him, “Do you wanna touch?”

Leeknow laughed shyly, a dark red tinting his ears. His hand started to move, but bypassed and cupped you cheek instead.

He pressed his lips into yours, gently at first but deepening it when you kissed back.

As the kissing intensified, his hands started to wander over your body, caressing the exposed parts of your skin.

You moved to straddle his lap, earning a soft moan as you felt his semi hard cock under you. Your hand trailed down his firm toned chest, across his abs to lift his shirt.

Your eyes looked over his body, ogling at how good he looked without a shirt. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Leeknow’s hand rested on your thigh, running under the bottom of your fuzzy shorts, slowly sliding up.

You slowly slid each strap off your shoulder before pulling your bralette off, your breasts bouncing freely.

“Says you.” Leeknow said smirking, both hands cupping your breasts. His fingers ran over your erect nipples, twisting and flicking at them gently “You like that?”

You nodded and moaned softly, feeling your wetness start to soak your panties. You rolled your hips against his, grinding roughly.

He hummed happily as his lips went back to yours, gently kissing before he worked his way down your chest, sliding his tongue every few seconds.

His mouth sucked gently on your nipple, tongue swirling and lapping at your sensitive bud.

You gasped quietly as his mouth moved, biting down and sucking hard at the skin of your breast, slowly leading to the other nipple.

“I’m so fucking wet for you.” You say in a moan, scooting back a bit on his lap as your hand ran over his bulge.

“You want that cock, pretty girl?” He asked, pulling back as his fingers slipped under your shorts and panties. His fingers ran slowly over your clit before be carefully pulled them back, admiring the release on his fingers.

“Well” You started to undo his pants, tugging them down a bit as you freed his cock. It was much bigger than you though. “How else am I going to thank you for dinner and plowing?”

Your hand started to pump slowly, with a twist of the wrist when you reached the top. His fingers went back to your pussy, his thumb pressing into your clit as two dipped in your hole.

“You sure you want me to stretch out this tight little pussy?” He asked, his eyes on you as you reacted to his touch.

You tilted your head at him, your hand stopping at the top of his cock. Your thumb ran over the tip, collecting a little of his pre cum before bringing your thumb to your mouth and giving it a little suck.

“Afraid you’ll like it to much?”

Leeknow’s three fingers worked away, pumping your entrance and moving his thumb slowly. He looked up at you, pulling your face towards him. “I already know I will.”

You roughly kissed his lips as your hand trailed down his length, massaging his balls gently.

“You wanna go to the bedroom?” You asked against his lips, your walls starting to tighten around his fingers.

Leeknow slipped his hand from your shorts, wrapping both arms around you to stand up.

You giggled and wrapped yourself around him. “You keep this up and I might want to keep you.”

“Just feed me twice a day and I’ll pretty easy to handle.”

You directed him to the bedroom, where he climbed onto the bed with you still under him.

“Do you have a condom?” Leeknow asked as he kissed you, yanking down your shorts.

You turned over, leaning across the bed to the side table, unaware of how exposed you were to him.

He groaned quietly behind you, his fingers running along your entrance. “You’re fucking killing me.”

You gave your butt a little wiggle, digging through the drawer. “I swear there was some in here.”

Leeknow moved up behind you, his cock resting against your throbbing entrance. He leaned up behind you, “back corner” he pointed.

You held his cock in place, moaning softly at the feeling of his length against your clit. Your hand reached to hold him in place and you started to grind against him.

Leeknow groaned loudly, his teeth biting into your shoulder. His dick barely fit between your folds it was so thick, so long that the tip rested culled in your hand.

“Fuckin’ shit you feel so good.” You moaned, feeling your body shake gently, a gush of liquid running down your legs. You hand found Leeknow’s, passing him the condom.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already making a mess.” He repositioned you on your back, moving between your legs as he rolled the condom on.

“I’m sure I’ll have to sleep in the spare bedroom.” You giggle, biting down on your finger as his length started to poke at your entrance.

He leaned down, inches away from your face as he pushed in a bit. “What? You’re kicking me out already?”

You tried to steady your breathing, feeling him stretch you out, making you wetter with each stroke.

“Because I know after this,” You start, your hand trailing down his cheek and flicking off his jaw. “I’m going to want more of you.”

He thrusted slowly as his lips pecked yours, his own moans making you more aroused. “I already want more of you.”

Leeknow’s lips found yours, kissing you roughly as he started to pick up speed.

You moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in, moving along with yours.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” He whispered.

Your walls clenched around his length, wetness staring to drip and trickling onto Leeknow.

He held your hips as he fucked you through your orgasm, your body shaking under him.

Something about his lips were so addicting, the way they moved so easily with yours. How sweet he tasted.

He pulled back a little, just to look down at you. Smiling softly down at you, “You’re so pretty, and super fucking cool.”

You blushed hard and smiled at him, “Clears my snow, pays for dinner, fucks so good, and now complements?”

You leaned up to kiss his lips, gently pushing him back to climb on top. “Good luck getting rid of me.”

Leeknow looked at you with gazing eyes, watching as you lowered yourself onto his cock, “Please fucking stay.”

His words gave you goosebumps and a chill ran up your spine. You leaned down to kiss his lips, the unexpected butterflies made you smile into the kiss.

“I can be all yours.” You whispered, your hips slamming down into his. Your fist balled on his chest, feeling his cock start to firm.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, both your and Leeknow’s breathing becoming more and more erratic. “Cum for me Leeknow.”

His hips started to thrust into yours, cursing as he gripped onto your skin.

You laid your head on his shoulder as he slammed into you, your moans turning into whimpers as you felt his cock throbbing inside you.

His arms wrapped around your body, a hand rubbing your back gently.

“You ready to sleep?,” he asked, pressing kisses into the side of your head.

You whined quietly, hiding your face in the neck more. “Can you carry me to the spare bedroom and cuddle me?”

It was mostly a joke, but Leeknow didn’t take it as one. He slid out from underneath you, rolling the condom off and tossing it in the trash before scooping you up.

He plopped you on the bed, pulling the covers over you before climbing in and taking you into his arms.

It didn’t take long for you to drift to sleep, the warmth and comfort of Leeknow making it easy.

You woke up still in his arms, “Hey you.” You say wuietly.

Leeknow smiled at you, kissing your head. “Hey pretty girl, sleep well?”

You kissed his arm, “I did actually. How about you?”

“Probably the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

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You’re not funny…

Part one

A/N: I’ve decided to make this a mini series… I want to update a massive amount at once but it would be too overwhelming and id never get it out so… small parts! Woohoo 🥳 today’s song shuffle gives us… SIDE EFFECTS!!!

After he learned it was a prank, you guys had spent the weekend with atleast one point of physical contact the whole time. You could feel he needed it but you definitely knew you did. Your heart broke later on when he told vou that a tour was coming up.

That weekend was even more important now because of it. He would be off to the states in three weeks. You were so excited for him because the oddinary era had been so amazing already, the tour would make it absolutely phenomenal. You had been through him being gone before and you guys did well in getting through it. You were able to get some time off work and go with him.

You weren't too sure how this was going to go though. He had been busier and you guys had already been spending less time together.

He always use to make time. You could see how tired he was but he came through anvwav because he knew he had to. It had been so much harder now to do that. The work was much more official. Brand deals and appearances. Stuff he couldn't miss.

It would be even harder now because not only were you going to be so far apart, there was a time difference too. There would be a lot more to get through. A lot more preplanning and if he was moving around the states, there wouldnt be a set time for him to talk to vou.

It was the week before he left, he had gotten 3 days off before they'd be leaving. He spent a day with his family and now, he would be spending 2 days with you.

You were nervous and had been building it up in your head. You wanted the time to go well because you had this paranoia that when he went away, he may forget you. It wasn’t a fear he had instilled in you in anyway but… self consciousness lead you to feel inadequate.

A/N: I know this is short and I’m sorry but little bits everyday is better then possibly nothing in ages so :) here we are. Somedays may have more, somedays may have less.

(A/N: Writing another part is taking some time and I’m sorry 😭 I hope people aren’t like silently waiting and getting tired. I have terrible mental health days and I physically cannot get myself to write anything. All my energy goes into dealing with my real life and just getting through it.)

Part 3

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Hello! Can you make a scenario where Lee know bully’s you but actually likes you then you hurt yourself and he regrets it and can the reader not die🥹 if you do ty!

What if I told you I've fallen?

The doorbell rang but you pay no attention to it. You can't move, you don't have the energy to do so. Your body hurts and even little movements make your headache much worse. So you close your eyes, hoping that the delivery man will come back the next time you're better.

The doorbell rang again, you search for your phone, maybe it was your friends who came to visit you. But there's no message from Seungmin nor Hyunjin, they said they'll visit you after work with a promised dinner.

So who the hell is at your door in the middle of the day?

You got up from your bed with all your strength. It's about time to get some water and take your medicine. With the blanket around your face, without any care about how you'll look crazy, you opened the door.

Minho, the sole reason why are you in this state.

You coughed at his face, surprised and confused about why is he there. Frowning at him, you clearly said you are done with him. You'll not play his games anymore. It's been years since he started this beef with you. You don't know why he hates you so much. Is it because you became friends with his friends? The only reasonable explanation you can conclude is that he doesn't want you to be in his circle of friends. Cause it looks like he hated you since the start. But last night was the last straw, he made you wait in the middle of the rain.

"Why are you so pressed?" He said with a grin on his face, the umbrella covering him from the pouring rain.

"You made me wait for hours."

"It's not my fault. I don't have your phone number with me."

You know this routine, he'll put all the blame on you.

"Cause you refused to give your number to," he shrugs, "a stranger right?" He smiles, clearly enjoying this. Ugh. He's so annoying.

"You know what? If I'd known you are the one I'll be with today. I'll cancel everything. What was Changbin thinking this was a good idea?"

"Maybe that's why Changbin thinks this was a good idea."

"Well, it's not," shivering when a cold wind passed by. He observes you before walking a little close to where you at, "Why are you fuming? I'm doing you a favor here." The umbrella covers your head, but you are flustered with how close he is. Stepping back from him, he frowned at you.

Damn. Now you feel hot.

"I asked my friends to do this volunteering with me, not you."

"Well, your friends can't make it."

You sighed, maybe you'll do this some other time. It's raining hard.

"Just go home," you said before sneezing. You definitely will catch a cold. You started walking when Minho called you.

"Y/N..." You looked back, "Look Minho, this was supposed to be a good day with my friends."

"And I ruined it?" He said before you can even be finished what you'll say, "Because I'm the one who showed up?"

"The key word is friends. And we are not friends. We are far from that."

"Cause you don't want to be friends with me. I'm doing all I can to..."

"Oh please Minho. You are the one who hates me from the start. You know what? Let's stop this. We are not kids anymore to fight like this. If we don't want each other around then let's avoid each other. I'm so done having these arguments with you. Our friends are also tired of this for sure." You did not wait for whatever he'll say. Whether he agrees or not, you'll just avoid him.

You can't deal with this now. You are about to close your door when he stopped it with his foot.

"Ouch," he said, lifting it while hopping from the pain, you rolled your eyes, opening your door widely this time.

"What are you doing here?" He stopped hopping and stayed still, you noticed a plastic bag in his hand.

"Who's idea is this? Is it Chan?" Ready to call your friend to stop this.

"What? No."

"Seungmin? Why are they doing this?"

"Y/N," he sighs, "I'm here to say sorry."

You looked at him for a good second. You are really sick to hear such things. Are you hallucinating?

"I'm sorry Y/N. I did not mean to keep you waiting yesterday. I volunteered to accompany you because I thought maybe we can be closer if we spend time with each other." You just stared at him, processing everything. Minho? Saying sorry? Wanting to be closer to you? He sighs before continuing, "I don't hate you. I also don't want to be your friend." You scoffed at him, "Let me finish first. I don't want to be just your friend." Just a friend? What does it even mean? He took a deep breath, "What if I told you I've fallen?"

"Right? I think you bump your head somewhere. You are not making any sense right now."

He rolled his eyes at me, before shaking his head.

"Our friends are right. We are both dumb."

"Now, I am dumb?"

"No. I mean, I am dumb for getting your attention by annoying you, the densest person I know."

"Now, I am dense?"

He took a deep breath again, calming his nerves, "All the hints and you're just picking the bad things," Minho looked at me, "What I'm trying to say is, loudly and clearly, is that... "

And your whole world stops...

"I know it's such a childish act to tease you every time but I don't know how to even get your attention. I say things I did not mean because I'm so nervous around. Do things I normally would not because I don't know how to act around you. Just, it's not me when you're around. I'm a mess when I'm with you. Then Changbin suggested spending time with you, just the two of us and I agreed right away because it's you. I just want you to know the real Minho. The Minho who's not troublesome."

"Maybe bring me to the hospital right now. The fever is making me hallucinate things."

"Y/N," he walks towards you while you back away, "I- I..." he puts his hand on your forehead, "Never mind," he sighs before making accompanying you to your bedroom.

"Let's talk again once your fever is gone."

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"I like that one," a voice said behind you. Shivers ran down your back, "Ah, it's one of my favourites too," you said, confused on why you couldn't sense him. He chuckled, "It's unfortunate how it ends," he said, skimming through the array of books. You nodded in agreement, "Yeah," you sighed, rethinking the familiar ending. He grabs a book next to you, "What about it is unfortunate to you?" he asks, reading the book's back cover.

"It's just upsetting that she threw all that unconditional affection for something comfortable," you huffed, facing the voice. He nodded, "But the book didn't even portray his reaction to the betrayal," he added, subtly trying to arrogate your expression. You furrowed your eyebrows, "I know but think about realistically, would you like getting tossed away in a blink as such?" you asked, holding back a glare. He laughed, "Touche," he said, picking up another book.

You should've held back then but your thoughts split, "And besides, imagine giving up your all to someone and they just pull away because they were afraid," you grumbled before realising what you'd done. "Sorry," you blurted, covering your mouth. He shook his head, smiling, "There's nothing to apologise for, I admire that," he said, placing back the book he held. You raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue his train of thought.

He stifled a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, "I admire that you're passionate about what you believe in," he said, averting your gaze. Your cheeks burned, "Thanks, um," you said, hesitantly reaching out your hand. "Chan," he said, shaking your hand in response. You took a moment to eye his features, embarrassment running through you when you realised he was your exact type. He gulped, pointing at another book, "This one is less bittersweet," he said, breaking his hold on your hand.

You giggled, noticing his burning ears, "Well, thank you once again, kind sir," you said, bowing slightly. He chuckled, "The pleasure was all mine, my lady," he said, playing along. Your giggles echoed between the bookshelves, creating an atmospheric moment. "Are you here often?" he asks, curious as to when he could see you again. You nod, "Every alternate day from Monday," you say, holding the book you chose.

He beamed, "Great, till then, my lady. It looks like I'm needed elsewhere," he said eloquently. You giggled, "I had fun conversing with you, Sir Chan," you said, waving as he stepped back. "As did I, my lady," he said, waving back. "Holy shit," you whispered, feeling your heart pound from your chest. Jisung leaned against the shelves, "Who the hell was that?" he teased, a smirk etched on his lips. You flinched, "A stranger that liked the book," you huffed, walking past him.

Jisung's smirk grew wider, "Wait, the book? The one you couldn't stop rambling on about?" he laughed. You rolled your eyes playfully, "The exact one," you said, feeling a twinge of pride. "I mean as long as you didn't scare the poor man away, you might still have a chance before Valentine," Jisung said, ruffling your hair. You glared at him, "It's not like that, he's just interesting," you mumbled, tightening your hold around the book.

Jisung sighed, "For a hero, you really do wear your heart on your sleeve," he said, shaking his head. "What's wrong with that?" you mumbled, crossing your arms. Jisung laughed, "Everything, imagine a hero forgetting their responsibilities after getting stood up at a blind date," he pointed out. You scoffed, "That was one time and it was only a D-class heist, I wasn't even needed on scene," you sulked, defending yourself. "Yeah, yeah," Jisung chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully.

A sigh escaped your lips, "I just want to fall in love, is that too much to ask," you said, setting the book down on the counter. Jisung pursed his lips, "I mean in this economy, you're better off getting into a contract relationship with Cheon-sa," he teased, opening the sign-out book for you to record. "Oh, and let me guess. We own three locations, one each and a shared one for family," you said, smiling at the ridiculousness of it all.

Jisung snapped his fingers, "Exactly, and no offence darling but his type has cock," he said, tucking his hair back with both his hands. You busted out into giggles, "Yeah, and the type that is slightly above average with a slight curve at the tip and is girthy enough that your hands can't wrap around it," you teased, laughing harder at his appalled expression. "Well, fuck you for listing my best friend's type like a diner order," Jisung said, faking a scoff.

You jutted your bottom lip, going behind the counter to hug him, "Aww, come on," you whined. He chuckled, biting his bottom lip, "Fine, I'll keep it a secret. But if you piss me off again, I’m using this as blackmail material," he grinned, petting your head. You giggled, "Deal," you cheered, squishing his cheeks. He whined, "Now the get fuck off me," he cursed, glaring at you. You smiled, grabbing a truffle from his chocolate stash, "Thank you, thank you," you sang, running out of the store. Jisung gasped, "I spent money on those!" he exclaimed, standing up.

He sighed, pushing back his hair, "She's lucky I care about her well-being," he mumbled, walking towards the book cart. "Hello, love," someone said, wrapping their arms around Jisung's waist. "This is getting bad," Jisung chuckled, leaning back into the person's chest while rearranging the books. The person chuckled, "Oh? What do you mean by that?" they asked, nuzzling their face against Jisung's neck.

"I no longer flinch when you hold me by surprise," Jisung said, squirming from how ticklish it felt. "Isn't that a good thing?" the person asks, kissing Jisung's temple. Jisung sighed, "It's bad when your bookstore is the safety hub for Seoul's SS-class hero," he explained, turning to face Minho's cheek grin. Minho cooed, "You and I both know, this bookstore is off-limits for hero/villain rivalry," he said, stroking Jisung's cheek.

"I know but it's in my nature to worry, I practically raised her," Jisung groaned, burying his face into Minho's chest. "She'll be fine, love," Minho reassured, patting Jisung's hair. "But what if," Jisung mumbled, peeking up. Minho cooed, "She has more villains taking care of her than you think," he whispered, placing a kiss on Jisung's forehead.

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i’ll hide you in my heart | leeknow | a, f

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♡pairing- female reader x minho

♡summary- lee minho was supposed to love you like an elder brother, you were his best friends little sister after all.

♡genre- brothers best friend au! forbidden love au! college au! angst, fluff

♡warnings- swearing, kissing, overprotective older brother chan, emotionally constipated minho, oblivious love, repressed emotions, slow burn, mentions of menstruation, negative views on menstruation, like two mentions of clubbing and one mention of being roofied (nothing happens)one teeny tiny daddy joke (nothing happens).

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lee minho was an obnoxious asshole who had an amazingly attractive face and hair that was woven with silk threads with the voice of an angel and the body of a talented dancer. lee minho was someone you detested with a burning passion and the amount of hate was unusual to carry towards someone who hadn’t done anything to ever offend you aside from the fact that he was literally so perfect that your heart sometimes pained upon his presence.

lee minho was the name of the man you were so horribly obsessed with, you chose to hide your feelings behind disgust to keep the tandem of your relationship going. after all, he was your brothers best friend and grossly off limits. some kind of stupid bro code your brother had told you about. honestly, had you not loved your brother so much, you wouldn’t have hated minho so much as well.

it was stupid of you. you knew that very well but it’s harder to pretend to not be affected by the way minho and your brother chan worked out shirtless in his room, or ignore the way your heart jumped at the sight of minho coming back from a long run with chan, or ignoring the way he was such an integral part of your family that him not being over at your place was deemed a problem.

chan was a good brother, no doubt about that but he was also one hell of a protective pain in the ass. he’d scared off almost every guy who’d ever tried to make it work with you and upon your anger he would give out the same old excuse. “how would a man who’s scared to stand up to me be able to protect you in the future?”

well there goes your plan of trying to get over minho by turning to other guys.

lee minho was no better. in some rare moments of sneakiness and stealth, you were able to get along with guys and leave chan unaware. this first began when he had a part time job interview and minho was supposed to drive you to your friends place instead of chan. being the good sister you are, you didn’t tell chan that you were in fact, going to go out with a guy you’d been seeing for the past few weeks.

“thumper, you sure this her place?” minho questioned as he narrowed his eyes at the house and you nodded.

“why? you don’t like yeji? or her house?” you frowned, collecting your bag as minho’s expression changed when he looked at you.

“nothing, have fun with her!” was all he said as he waited for you to get off, then began to back the car up to leave.

you let out a relieved breath as you saw him drive off. you were so scared he’d caught on your lie and was gonna call you out on it but he hadn’t. thank heavens hyunjin had a sister in your grade, and she was sweetie enough to lie for you both.

you and hyunjin wasted no time in leaving for the place you’d originally planned to visit. a birthday party for one of his friends- jisung. you had heard of him and you believed it was because he was famous for singing at your school, so was hyunjin for being a wonderful dancer with a wonderful face.

“you look gorgeous.” he’d commented, making you blush as you both danced in jisung’s living room. while people enjoyed themselves.

“we should go out more, on an actual date where it’s just us two.” hyunjin said to you as he glided his hands down your arm. “what do you say beautiful?”

before you could reply, an angry growl replied for you. “oh i think the fuck not hwang.”

15 minutes into sensual dancing with hyunjin and lee minho was already breathing down your neck.

“what the fuck?” you glared at minho, half angry and half scared at being caught while hyunjin blinked twice, looking between you and minho.

“oh, fuck i didn’t realise you were into her minho i’m sorry-.” hyunjin began, a slight panic and fear in his tone as minho turned his head sideways.

“save it hwang, and for the record. i’m not into her. she’s chan’s baby sister.” minho cleared the topic and hyunjins eyes widened as real fear filled his eyes.

“oh fuck!” he gasped. “tell chan i am sorry, tell him i am so fucking sorry i had absolutely no idea y/n was chan’s baby sister y/n.” he rambled while you frowned.

“so what if i am!” you yelled, making the two men look at you with an expression that read “are you fucking stupid?”

“it’s an obvious bro code y/n, you don’t date your best friends little sister.” hyunjin told you, with a tone that said that it was an obvious thing everyone should know.

“but what if you like her-.”

“no matter how hot she is, you can’t date your best bro’s baby sis.” minho cut in, looking at you with annoyed eyes. “now you come with me before chan realises what is happening and comes for all of our asses. jisung included.” minho took your hand, pulling you away from hyunjin who all but sent you a polite yet sad “i cant do anything in this scenario.” smile.

you tried to ignore the tiny jump in your heart as minho indirectly called you hot but it was short lived as he dragged you. you let him drag you till the car before you pulled your hand away, making him jerk his head back. “what? did you forget something.”

“yes.” you spat, “a good date. and because of an asshole like you.”

minho’s eyes narrowed, he took your little tantrum in as you glared at him.

“you and chan can’t keep doing this to me! if it’s not him then it’s you. what the fuck even is your problem? i can understand chan but why do you have to butt in? why cant you both just let me live like a normal woman and enjoy for once?” you stomp your left leg like little child as you crossed your arms together and pouted in anger.

minho listened intently, only responding with a “are you done?” as he opened the car door for you to sit in and you did, while grumbling curses at him and your brother.

it had been a year since that incident and almost every sneak out had been ruined by either chan or minho, what’s worse was that minho often caught you in deep trouble where as chan was relieved of that pain. safe to say, minho knew a lot more about you when it came to your little detours than chan and you couldn’t help but increase your acts more when it was minho coming to get you back.

at one point, which none of you realised, it had become some sort of game. how far could you take things before minho eventually found out and got you back. not gonna lie, you loved seeing him all riled up and angry at you or at the man you were with.

this shouldn’t be fuelling your fantasy that you knew would never come alive yet it made you look forward to something every week or month. and it was lee minho’s reaction to you trying to get laid.

a few months later, chan moved out after having accepted the job and with his music production, your parents realised the much needed privacy he would require. sadly though, lee minho moved in with him and would frequent you less and less.

but they both still fucking made sure to prevent any male interaction you had.

after a full year, you got accepted into chan and minho’s university which made your parents so proud. they agreed to let you move out to be closer to uni and you began to live with chan, in the spare room of course since minho and chan had four total rooms in their apartment. it was affordable since your parents paid more than a quarter of the rent, and minho chipped in as well.

presently, you were in a much better place. chan had eased off on letting you go out on dates and reluctantly, minho had as well. not before he made sure to lecture you on all sorts of horrid stuff boys can do to girls like you. this had resulted in a stuck out tongue from you.

“i’ll be back by monday morning, take care both of you.” chan smiled as he lugged his rucksack behind him, walking over to you to kiss your forehead. “and you have fun on your date. but not too much fun.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to make a show of disgust as minho chuckled at your childishness. “text me when you reach kay?” minho side hugged chan as he opened the door and left.

“so..” minho turned out, luckily my his lips as he took in the now empty house.

having an empty house without chan was rare, he rarely slept over at other places and barely had work or college related trips. but he was going to a two day musical workshop that he had longed to attend. this was a strange situation, the last time you and minho had been alone was when he’d caught jisung giving you a hickey in your bathroom.

needless to say, jisung had come to class with a black eye and hadn’t asked you out since. thankfully, he remained a friend. but that’s all he remained, a friend.

“who kidnapped chan and replaced him?” he joked, as you got ready for your date. and by that it meant checking your reflection in your compact mirror as you waited for hyunjin to come pick you up.

“why would you say that.” you numbly responded, not paying attention to the white almost see through t shirt minho had on, which was slightly wet due to his dance routine that he had been practising.

“nothing, just that he’s letting you out willingly. also told me to not trouble you. looks like hyunjin really proved himself.” he added, walking over to get some water as he gauged your reaction.

“hmm. maybe.” you entertained minho’s small talk with an absent mind, refusing to let yourself stare at his adam’s apple as he gulped down water. “maybe waiting around for three years really makes an impression.” you vouched in hyunjins favour and minho hummed.

“yup, three years seem like they’re enough.” he placed the water bottle down a little too roughly, making you question the way he said enough but before you could think further, the doorbell rang and you squealed as you rushed to open it.

“HYUNEEE!” you tackled him into a hug, making him chuckle as he placed his left hand on your lower back.

“woah, cutie let me breathe.” he joked, breaking part to hand you the flowers he’s gotten- a bouquet of white roses.

before you could thank him, a scoff made you frown. “she likes pink ones more.” minho grumbled as he sipped down more water.

you ignored the man as you focused on the one in front of you, reaching up to peck his cheek as you thanked him.

“be back by 1, and no staying over at his and send me your location.” minho reminded you as you flipped him off with a roll of your eyes and a “yes daddy.”

just for fun, you chuckled. watching minho’s eyes go wide and jaw go slack as he picked up on the very obvious innuendo.

boy you were one hell of a firecracker. he thought to himself, watching your back as you walked out the door with hyunjin on your side.

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two

it was funny how dating hyunjin had you thinking of minho even more.

that charming motherfucker.

you cursed lowly in your head, of course. he just had to be on your mind 25/8 even though he was not dating you.

curse him and his stupid handsome face. it didn’t help how he was such a huge part of your life that he’d so smoothly become a part of everything you did.

everything.

ever since you were a kid, minho had been a constant presence, treating you as a little sister he never had. his little smiles and head pats would cheer you up even on the most painful days where you wanted to cry.

he’s been through each and everything in your life with you. from your first day of primary school to middle school to high school and even college. he’d been there when you’d first gotten your A, he’d been there when you’d first gotten a scar, he’d been there when you’d had your first period.

that memory always brings out a smile on your face. you remembered it clearly, it was middle school, sixth grade to be precise while minho was in the tenth grade and in high school. you’d been walking through the hallway, all care abandoned for you had no idea that the stomach ache that had been troubling you all day was your very first period.

as always, you both crossed paths during the fourth period, when he and chan would go to the west building for p.e and your class would be coming back from it.

it was kind of like a small tradition where chan and minho would play along with you a little in the hallway, ask about your day and things before bidding you bye. like always, you expected to meet the two but chan was sick and at home today so it would just be minho. you’d been walking alone since your closest “friend” had been ignoring you since the morning.

“hey y/n-.” yang jeongin, one of your classmates who had a sweet smile, nervously tapped your shoulder and you turned back. “yes jeongin?” you asked politely, wondering why the hell was he so nervous?

the rest of the class moved ahead, leaving you and jeongin behind. he licked his lips nervously, not sure about how he was supposed to approach the subject. “just say it jeongin, don’t worry.” you coaxed him softly and he blurted his thoughts out immediately.

“um, you’re on your period y/n, and your shorts are bleeding through.” he stumbled over his words, messing up a little as he quickly rushed away.

you blinked, dumbfound for a moment before the panic set in and your tears began to fill your eyes. your heartbeat sped up, your stomach contracted in pain as your head spun.

your first period.

fuck.

as if that wasn’t enough, you heard the onslaught of the tenth graders flood into the hallway and your eyes widened. you couldn’t possibly let high school boys or girls see you in that condition. the boys in your class made fun of the girls who had periods and you couldn’t even imagine how horrible the seniors might be with this.

before you could rush away, you noticed minho as he smiled brightly at you and waved. shit, what will i do now?

minho must’ve noticed the lack of response from you as he motioned for his friend group to quieted down and he rushed to you.

you did the first thing that came to your mind, you laid your back straight across the lockers and stood to hide your behind.

he jogged over to you, eyes raised in question as he noticed your teary eyes and worried face.

“hey thumper everything okay?” he mumbled, concern washing over his handsome features as he stepped close to you and you trembled lightly from the emotions barreling through you.

“y-yes-.” was all you mumbled before motioning forget him to go. “you can go, i- i - i am fine.” you reassured him to which he didn’t fully agree.

“go minho!” you yelled a little too loudly at him, his close proximity was already making you antsy and the looks his classmates were giving to the two of you were not helping.

what if they’re gossiping about me?

you worried and pushing minho away was the only thing you cared about at the moment. the sooner they leave, the earlier you can get to the restroom.

“you guys go.” he turned to his friends. “i’ll join later, tell coach i am going to the infirmary.” he nodded to them as they nodded back and began to leave as well, leaving the hallway slightly less crowded than earlier.

his gaze was dark, worried eyes looking down at you as he leaned over you, trying to figure out what was wrong. you gulped, feeling uneasy as you wanted to be as far away from a boy as possible.

students were either rushing to the next class or were busy chatting away but you felt as if every eye was on you when you pushed minho away and began to rush to the nearest restroom.

“y/n- wait-.” he began but stopped short and your tears fell when you realised that he’d probably noticed the stain and was gonna call you on it. you stopped for a second upon his calling but then shook your head.

you grit yourself teeth, letting out a deep breath as you began walking once more but you couldn’t even put your foot forward as you felt his hands pull your shoulders back.

you gasped softly as you back up against his chest and felt his arms snake around your waist, fabric grazed your lower body and your thighs as you felt him tie a knot at your abdomen.

his jacket hung from your hips as he softly held you back in his arms.

“it’s okay thumper, everything is alright.” he cooed softly in your ear and your body shook from the sobs threatening to break through.

“not here thumper.” he softly sushed you, moving away as he held your hand wand walked you to the infirmary. you knew why, you knew people or more like your classmates would find out and talk about your so called “breakdown” in the hallway and call you on it.

minho had wordlessly carried you to the infirmary only to find it empty, great. your school just got shittier. instead of going back, he led you inside. placing you on the bed and went back to the nurses station. “minho what-.” you sighed, not sure as to what he was doing but he returned with a pair of plastic covers.

“hold out your hand.” he instructed, leaving you a little confused but you did as he told.

he placed one of them on your hand. “this y/n, is a sanitary pad.” he slowly told you, looking at you with nothing but care.

you nodded. “i know what this is.” you but your lip and helpfully supplied. your mom had never told you about menstruation but you’d seen enough of your friends go through this.

“that’s good, do you know how to use it?” he asked softly and you shook your head, feeling extremely embarrassed about the entire thing.

“minho it’s okay you don’t have to-.” you tried to tell him that he didn’t have to force himself to do this disgusting thing for you but he shook his head.

“no y/n, don’t be embarrassed sweetheart, it’s okay. i don’t want you to think that i’m grossed out by this okay? this is normal. this is just another bodily function and you have nothing to be embarrassed about. if i am making you uncomfortable in another sense then i don’t mind getting one of my female friends to tell you-.” he began to explain and you shook your head.

“no no you don’t make me uncomfortable.”

“okay.” he smiled slowly as he began to unwrap the plastic and told you how to properly place it and use it.

“understood? now go and put this on for now. we’ll go home and you can change then.” he told you and you did.

when you came back, you found him sitting on the infirmary bed with vending machine snacks.

salted chocolate waffle chips and coconut water. your favourites. “i figured you’d want these. you might usually have cravings during your period so if you want to have anything, tell me i’ll get it for you.” he patted the bed for you to sit.

your eyes had not yet dried up, the situation still feeling unreal as you shook with each step.

“oh come here thumper.” he groaned before crushing you in his arms, holding you tight as you cried slowly. “it’s okay, it’s okay, let it all out.”

“i’m… i’m scared minho..” you choked out and he nodded in understanding.

“i know thumper, i know it must be confusing for you but don’t worry. it’s just growth okay? this is gonna make you stronger.” he supplied, stroking your back as he let you ruin his shirt as well.

“i’ve called your home room teacher and she called your parents, they’re gonna come and pick you up soon.” he informed you as he cooed you softly.

“once you’re home, tell them what happened and aunty will tell you more okay? remember, you don’t have to embarrassed or scared okay thumper? this is normal and it’s just another stepping stone as a teenager.” he comforted you slowly, waiting with you in the infirmary till your parents came after an hour and picked you up. not before thanking minho for being so helpful.

you remembered chan entering your room that evening with a new plushie in his hands. a smiling avocado and you loved it on sight.

“i heard from minho. y/n, baby sister. i’m proud of you, i’m happy for you, and i’m here for you.” he smiled, showing your shared dimples as he sat beside you on your bed.

you happily thanked him for the plushie. “and im also sorry for not being there for you.”

“eh, it’s alright chan. minho helped me a lot.” you patted his hand.

chan chuckled. “of course, our months of training came in handy.” he joked and you frowned.

“well, minho and i studied about this in biology and we knew you would soon go through this so minho and i prepared for this by talking to our female friends and minho suggested that we made sure you wouldn’t feel outcasted like some of our friends revealed they’d had felt during their first one so we both talked beforehand on how to-.” before he could continue, you’d pounced on him. tackling him in the biggest bear hug you could muster.

“i love you chan.”

you snapped back to present, frowning at how badly lee minho had made a place for himself in every one of your milestones and your life. to the point where actions done by other people reminded you of him.

groaning as you set your caramel coffee aside, and set your attention back to your assignment.

your period was not making it easy.

—

three

“no date today?” minho tilted his head and if you weren’t so sure, you would’ve thought you hinted a tone of mockery in his question.

“is that a problem?” you tilted your head back as you grabbed a packet of waffle chips to take back to your room.

“nope, just curious.” he shrugged before continuing to munch on his nachos and texting.

he smiled as a text came through and smiled more as he sent one back.

who was he texting?

your jealous side spoke for you but your shook your head, you were still seeing hyunjin.

the doorbell rang to reveal hyunjin and you smiled wide before welcoming him. “heyyy!!” you greeted him with a peck on his cheek since you knew chan would have his head if you kissed his lips.

“i know we didn’t plan anything but i was wondering if you wanted to go for a movie?” he asked shyly and you nodded. anything to get away from a love struck minho texting his girlfriend.

“wait hold up what now?” chan entered the room and hyunjin visibly straightened at the sight. “it’s almost midnight.” he added.

you sighed, pouting for chan to let you go but he shook his head.

“sorry y/n, but if you want he can hang out here with you. no sex though!” he yelled loudly making you turn red.

it would be very weird having sex with your brother in the next room.

“shut up!” you stuck your tongue out as you carried hyunjin to your bedroom.

you didn’t notice minho glaring daggers at you both though.

—

four

a few weeks later when you and hyunjin broke up, chan was livid. he had half a mind to march over to his place and hurt him for breaking his little sisters heart. and while you were sad and did cry at losing him, you accepted what he had done for he had realised that your heart didn’t belong to you. he’d somehow seen the secret feelings you’d adorned for another man that you’d tried to hide in your heart and let you go.

as painful as that had been, it was very much needed for you.

you were able to calm chan down, but you also made a pact to yourself that day.

that you would get over lee minho no matter what happens.

you couldn’t let him rule over your heart for life and ruin every thing you had with another man, you wanted your silly heart to get over this crush of yours you knew would never get reciprocated so you made a pact to sleep with any guy possible to get him out of your head.

and your heart.

you trudged into the living in an oversized t shirt that you’d stolen from chan, your legs barely covered in your pajama shorts as you made a beeline for the fridge. you shuffled through the freezer as you looked for your favourite black currant ice cream to quench your boredom and empty heart.

“thumper-.” minho’s impossibly soft voice rang through the room as you froze, hand on the ice cream tub as you debated your response.

“umhm.” you hummed, collecting yourself as you kept up a non chalant expression and turned to him.

“thumper are, are you okay?” he mumbled, his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped and for a second he almost seemed nervous.

you puckered your lips, placing the ice cream tub on the counter as you began hunting for a spoon. “yup, as fit as a fiddle. why won’t i be?” you squeaked and mentally face palmed yourself.

really y/n? as fit as a fiddle? who even uses that anymore?

you prayed your red eyes were well shielded by your unruly hair covering your face but this was lee minho, the man who refused to let himself ignore your life’s problems and be your saviour.

“you sure? you don’t….” he trailed off as he noticed your bottom lip trembling. “oh fuck-.” he breathed out as he noticed the early signs of your frustration cry.

“fucking hwang-.” he began as he walked over to you, holding you by your shoulders to make you look up at him. “listen, y/n, you don’t have to pretend with me okay? i am here to listen to you, i will be here to listen to anything you have to say… you’re allowed to be sad. breakups hurt and there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” he spoke to you with a strange concern in his eyes that had your final resolve breaking.

the worry in his starry eyes made you feel like an idiot. the very man responsible for your breakup was also the one comforting you, blissfully unaware of the trouble plaguing your weighing heart. his caring words towards you made the pain worse as your tears left your eyes and found their way down your cheeks.

“oh come here thumper.” minho whispered, pulling you into a warm hug that had you shivering from the feelings threatening to break you.

his arms felt so comfortable, so loving and so like your home, you never wanted to leave.

“i need to have a word or two with hwang. that mongoose looking no good piece of dirt slime-.” minho began swearing the innocent man out and you patted his hand to stop him.

“no.” you choked out. “you and chan promised me you both won’t change your friendship with him.”

minho sighed, remembering the promise he and chan had made to you a few days ago when you’d told them about your breakup. “okay thumper, but just because you told us to. i have no problem walking over to his house right now to sock him in his jaw.”

you breathed deeply in his arms as your tears shook you. his hands were patting your back slowly in hopes of calming you down.

“i hate him for breaking your heart.” lee minho, of all people mumbled.

oh how ironic. your heart replied.

—

five

chan hated your new habits. it was pretty obvious since you would try to go out more often, break more rules, try dating more guys and he was not able to stop you.

“i just fucking want to protect you y/n! don’t you see what happened with hyunjin?” he’d yelled at you one day and you’d refused to speak to him for the weekend.

if it wasn’t chan on your case, it was lee fucking minho and it frustrated you to no end. not only was this high school all over again, the man fucking had the audacity to make remarks at you.

you hated how that man had such a leverage over you and you foolishly gave into him every time. he’d begun plaguing your mind and you hated every second of it.

drinking, partying, hooking up were the only ways you could find the least semblance of ignorance but he had to ruin that too.

you fucking hated how you’d gone from going out to want to get over minho to going out to get minho to come and collect you.

you wanted him to see you getting guys, you wanted him to see you in sexy little dresses, you wanted him to see you as more than just a little sister.

“hands off her dude.” he growled at a guy who’d tried to hit it up with you at the club you had made your hunting ground for the night.

“sorry, didn’t know she was your girl.” he mumbled.

“baby sister.” he corrected and the man walked away quicker.

instances like these just had you rolling your eyes. lee minho was attracted to you but was just too stubborn to admit it. you could see it in the way he would make majorly green flag guys walk away too.

and it made you angry. he was too afraid to have you yet he wouldn’t let others do the same.

after one frightening incident at the club where you’d almost gotten roofied, chan banned you from going out alone and you agreed to his terms. even apologising for being to reckless.

chan didn’t let any guys come over anymore and you respected that. and you realised how foolish you’d been.

if lee minho wasn’t going to admit his attraction towards you, you weren’t going to act out to get his attention. he had decide for himself and there was no point in destroying yourself to get over him.

“i am not going to let another man break your heart again y/n. i should’ve guessed that by seeing how hyunjin was so fucking scared of me.”

and the only men who were not afraid of chan were lee minho and han jisung.

so when you began to hang out more and more with jisung, the more did lee minho disappear from your thoughts. being one of the only two men who were brave enough to withstand your brothers wrath, jisung took full advantage of every opportunity to spend time with you.

“you know, i’m really surprised with how we fit in so well.” jisung mused one day, as you both stood in the line for popcorn. “i mean, a few years ago i would’ve never been expected us to get so close.”

you nodded, listening to his words intently. “true, but i guess, times change and people change.”

people change

yes, people changed so fucking much and lee minho was one of them.

“do you want a large or medium?” he asked as you neared the counter.

“large, i don’t care if there barely no difference i just want a lot more than medium.” you shrugged and jisung grinned.

“as expected of y/n.” he chuckled before he turned to order.

as he spelled out your order, you glanced around the movie theatre, finding all sorts of people even though it was an early morning show. well, 9 am was not too early but by a college students standard it was.

you didn’t really trust anyone to take you out at night, not after 11 atleast. the last few times had been not too pretty in the streets and you didn’t want a repeat of those times.

the last few times when some drunk men had tried to touch you up and you had to punch them away. or that time when a biker gang followed you halfway before minho had arrived and pulled you into his car, or that time at the club where the bartender was flirting a little too explicitly for your liking and minho had shut him down with threats so vile, they sent a shiver down your spine. or that time when a guy wouldn’t let you walk back alone even though it was a blind day and you obviously didn’t want him knowing your address. minho had showed up, like he always did and made sure the guy walked back with a sore eye.

“here.” minho had wrapped his jacket around your shoulders as he’d walked you back, cuddled deep in his arm.

“here-.” jisung handed you your drink, him carrying a tray of your food as you both progressed to your movie hall.

“i wonder how this one will turn out, hopefully there aren’t any man eating sharks and black magic practising witches in this one.” jisung wondered, making you grin.

you and jisung had a simple tradition, a little pact of yours where the two of you would watch the worst movies at the box office and compare them. while it was a lot of fun watching good, hit movies, watching flop movies made it a lot more fun with all your thesis and criticism which followed.

“hey! that was a good one too! don’t look down on talking sharks and crazy witches.” you rolled your eyes slightly as you both settled in your seats and let the movie begin.

you didn’t notice how minho had not shown up at all that day.

—

six

“i take it that jisung treats you well?” chan inquired as he painted your toenails and you read your book. “let me know if he doesn’t-.”

“chan we’re not dating-.” you interrupted him, making him look up in confusion.

“what?”

“i said we’re not dating. me and han.” you confirmed, placing your book back down.

“wait really? but aren’t you two, attached at your hips like all the time? and didn’t you just say you love him on the phone the other night?” he placed the nail polish down, looking at you as he waited for an explanation. "minho told me you guys are dating?"

"well, then tell minho that he caught it wrong." you sighed. “we’re just very close friends channie, and that was a purely friendly and platonic i love you okay? there’s nothing between us. we both just really enjoy each other’s company. that’s all there is to it.”

“besides, i’m done dating boys. they’re good for nothing aside from breaking your heart”. you softly added, alluding to minho but chan believe you meant to aim that at hyunjin.

chan sighed, picking the nail paint back up as he resumed his strokes. “well baby sis, it’s always tough finding the one for you. there are a lot of creeps out there and i just want you stay safe and protected. i don’t mean to say that you can’t date, i just want you to be careful and find a man who cares for you. someone who can always stay by your side and love you forever.”

he finished the final coat and smiled at you. “and dating around does not help. i cant help but feel this sense of panic. what if the guy is a pervert, what if he’s only there for sex? what if he’s this misogynistic alpha male-.”

“channie-.” you mumbled, reaching out for his hand.

“i just want you to find love, real true love.” he finished, placing the bottle down with a sad smile. “and i won’t let just any man ruin the idea of true love for you.”

“i understand.” you whispered, letting chan bare his innermost thoughts to you.

“i will find true love, don’t worry chan.”

if only lee minho ever gained control of his feelings that is.

—

seven

"so there's this dance thingy at the end of the next month-" jisung flopped down on your bed as you read your book. "and i was wondering if you would go with me."

you turned the page, eyes focused on the printed words in front of you as you took his words in. you knew he was talking about the dance that the theatre club had planned. a themed 90s-style ballroom event. "sure, i thought we were going together anyway."

"yes but." jisung paused, getting his head propped up on one hand as he stared at you. "i was wondering if you'd maybe go as my date." he finished, cheeks slightly pink as you paused reading to look at him.

you'd been so caught up in trying to get over minho and a hopeless unrequited love story that you knew would never change, that you'd forgotten what it had felt like dating people with actual feelings for you. dates, going out, hangouts and romance had all blurred in your life for the past few months but a deeper look at jisung's face told you that maybe, you'd felt for the squirrel-cheeked boy in the past few months.

"you mean, like a romantic date?" you slowly bit your lip, considering the possibility.

"um yeah, only if you're comfortable with it though. i know you have some reservations when to comes to dating and i totally understand that so you can say no if you want to and i won't feel bad and i'll still even go as a friend so you don't have to worry about that at all-" he began blabbering but you cut him off with a swift kiss to his lips.

he almosy froze as you leaned back, smiling sneakily at him as you took in his dazed wide eyed expression. "how about that for an answer?"

"you!" jisung cried out, immediately straightening up to take a hold of your face to kiss you once more.

you giggled, feeling him grab your face to his as he placed a big smooch on your lips. "now you're gonna get thousand such kisses!" he joked as he tackled you in a hug, not taking his lips off of yours as he placed multiple kisses.

"ji! stop! it tickles!!" you laughed as he kissed you face.

your heart was finally soaring and it felt good.

"i'll see you tomorrow morning then my lady." jisung bowed, putting on his best cat noir expressions and voice. "try not to think of my handsome face too much."

you frowned, sticking your tongue out at him as you led him down the hallway to the door. "trust me, that won't be a problem."

he sighed as he reached the door, then turned to look at you with a deep look in his eyes. you raised your eyebrows in a silent question but the quick shifting of his eyes from your lips to your eyes had you smiling softly.

you pulled him closer by his hoodie as you planted a soft peck on his lips which he turned into a deep kiss. you sighed happily, feeling the crevices of his lips on yours as they covered yours and made you feel so light, so free-

"you should go-" you broke apart hastily and he nodded as he said the same thing as you. "i should go-"

the two of you broke out into identical snickers as you bid him a goodbye and he left with a devastating wink.

you walked to the kitchen to fix yourself some dinner when minho walked into the room, looking extremely angry at something. his whole body was tensed, fists clenched at his sides as his eyes were transformed into two slits of fury.

you blinked at his angry figure before shrugging it away and decided to make the easiest thing- pasta.

"would you like some pasta for dinner?" you gingerly asked minho, afraid of riling him up.

"oh are you making pasta for dinner?" he snapped his head up from his phone as he looked at you pointedly from his place on the sofa. "are you really?"

you were taken aback by the sudden hostility in his voice as you dropped the packet of penne back on the counter and turned to look at him. "what is that supposed to mean?"

he sighed, tilting his head as looked at you with anger in his eyes. "oh you never know if you actually mean what you say. you know, with your whole lying streak?" he sneered and your eyebrows furrowed as you placed your hands on your hips.

"excuse me? what are you on about?"

minho scoffed, looking away in disbelief. "oh look, the prim and proper princess is now denying her own actions. how cute." he mocked you and your cheeks turned red in frustration.

"what the fuck are you saying? are you fucking drunk?" you cried out, not liking this minho one bit.

"and there you go. pretending not to know anything about things that are painfully obvious right in front of you!" minho suddenly blurted his words out, snapping his gaze to yours. "do not even pretend to play innocent y/n you know very well what you did wrong."

your expression morphed into one of intense confusion as you tried to understand minho's words. "min what even-"

"DON'T Y/N!" he stood up, exasperated at this conversation. "i don't want anymore of your ignorant bullshit okay? i have had enough of dealing with the mess of your heartbreak and your rebellious little teenage acts and i won't have a second more of them okay? it's about time you considered others feelings and fucking noticed what was happening right under your fucking nose!" he yelled, making you blink rapidly at the situation.

"are you angry with me? for acting out? well news flash you dick- there would be no acting out had it not been for your stupid ass that's always on my clock stopping from doing things i actually want to do and hell, its not even acting out, its normal teenage behavior which everyone engages in at least once in your life so fucking save us both the trouble of this useless argument and fucking tell me what is actually wrong!" you responded back with equal anger in your voice as minho looked at you with red cheeks.

"oh really? you call it 'normal behaviour'? going out and hooking up with random guys is fucking acting out!" minho spluttered and you gasped.

"oh and so being on my case, your best friend's little sister's case all the time is perfectly normal? that's not fuckign weird to you?" you made sure to specify the best friend's little sister part and this statement actually made minho blink twice. he looked shaken up for a moment as he didn't respond for a good ten seconds.

"so why do you have to act so reckless?"

"i don't act reckless! you don't even let me act normal! you never let me even date or go out so what am i supposed to do? slave my life away in this apartment?"

minho inhaled deeply before he let out a deep sigh. "oh y/n. you will never understand it will you." he groaned, and you could've sworn you saw a tear in his eye.

"have fun making your past, if that is what you're fucking making." he mumbled as he turned away dejectedly. you watched his retreating back with glossy eyes as he stopped near the door. "oh, and i wish you and han fucking good luck."

realisation rang through you.

oh-

but it was too late.

eight

you were dressed up in a beautiful dress that you adored. tight and fluffed out at the right parts, it hung on your body so perfectly it felt like it was made just for you to wear. the make up and the hair made it all the more magical as you felt ethereal walking through the doors of the ballroom.

jisung at your side, with your hand locked around his elbow, looked especially more handsome today. his otherwise fluffy hair was combed neatly and slicked back with gel as he wore a white dress shirt, black pants and red and black corset to emphasise his built shoulders and tiny waist. he matched your dress in every sense from the fabric to the gold accessories you both had on.

“you look so beautiful.” he murmured in your ear as you both neared your friend circle.

you waved hi at chan, hyunjin and changbin. effectively ignoring minho and not making it too obvious. the two of you had not yet revolved the tension nor talked about the argument and it was honestly making you feel horrible about what you did. or did not in this situation.

you felt the obligation to walk up to him to tell him that you didn’t mean to lie to him and that you and jisung had very well not been dating when you’d said that to chan, but his closed off and cold attitude towards you had you thinking otherwise. why should you care about putting his feelings first if he was refusing to do the same for you?

“you guys!” hyunjin clapped his hands, wolf whistling at you two. “i knew you two would hit it off. and honestly you both look amazing together!” he complimented with a happy smile and you knew it was genuine.

there was no reason for it to not be genuine since you both knew the real reason for your break up. hyunjin and you had made peace with your situation. lee minho on the other hand, scoffed loudly enough to make the group look at him. he frowned at hyunjin before turning his attention to the coca cola in his hands.

you tried not to stare at minho and how handsome he looked. he was dressed in a black dress shirt, black pants and a red and gold corset that snug up to his built chest and emphasised his strong arms.

his hair was styled neatly, with a few strands falling into his eyes while the rest was combed back in the most decently messy way. it gave him the air of a messed up horse rider, straight out from the infernal devices.

he looked as devastatingly handsome as will herondale.

“is there a problem?” hyunjin rose an eyebrow, his distaste for minho obvious since he knew what others didn’t.

minho rolled his eyes before he walked away, ignoring all of you.

“he’s been that way for the past few days. says he’s going through a rough patch with his dancing.” chan explained but you saw through minho’s excuse very well. he’d been saying that to you both for the past month, but you knew better. “he’ll be fine.” chan shrugged the concerns away.

no he won’t. he’ll probably brood in a dark corner all night.

“oh, makes sense.” jisung nodded, slipping his fingers down to yours as he interlaced them. “should we go and dance pretty lady?”

you smiled at him, letting him take you away to the dance floor.

you could notice someone’s gaze on you from afar. and for some reason you knew who it would belong it.

you caught a glimpse of minho staring at you as you turned in jisung’s arms.

jisung had pulled you close, his hands on your waist and your on his shoulders and chest. he smiled softly as he shook to it body lightly under the soft lights of the dance floor.

you blushed under the adoring stare, but refused to back away. letting yourself away along the beautiful music, you enjoyed dancing with jisung.

but minho’s eyes had never left your dancing figure for even a minute.

when the song came to an end, jisung tastefully dipped you into a bow, his hands secured around the curve of your waist and lower back to ensure your safety. “you look gorgeous.” he smiled with genuine grace as he helped you back up and stand straight. “thank you, you look heart wrenching handsome too jisung.” you whispered, swaying slowly with him as the music changed to a slower tempo. and he did, he looked exceptionally good tonight as he’d put in extra efforts to make his best features stand out.

without meaning to, your eyes wandered over to the side lines, for some reason near the area where minho had stood. staring at you without interruptions as you’d danced your way with jisung.

like you expected, minho’s gaze was trained on you, expression stoic with no emotion on his face as neither his eyes nor face revealed what he was thinking.

“and now! we crown our best dressed couple!” the host yelled into the mic, making your attention snap to the stage. this resulted in cheers from the crowd.

“huh?” you mumbled, surprised at the sudden intervention.

“oh, the club is gonna crown a couple for being the best dressed. they wanted to keep it as an incentive for people to dress up.” jisung mumbled, his eyes a little unfocused as he frowned softly.

“and… the best dressed couple goes to…” the host, jennie, built up the atmosphere along with the drumrolls. “kim taehyung from year 4 and choi heewon from year 4!” she finished with a loud smile and the crowd erupted into loud cheers as the two shyly walked up to the stage to receive their crowns.

you clapped along with the others, and had to admit that the two really did look the best dressed around here.

they were given sashes and crowns with bouquets, pictures were clicked and then were ushered back down for the couple dance.

you waited for the music to start and for them to start dancing, but jennie halted everyone’s eyes. “there’s a small surprise this year round, since we focus on 90s style romantic dances, we decided to give away one more title- to the best couple.” she smiled and people cheered louder.

“any guesses?” she questioned, making people yell out various names. you had to give it to her, she knew how to keep a crowd going.

you sneaked a smile to jisung who was holding your hand loosely, smiling softly at you. he brought up a hand to cast away a strand of a stray curl before leaning in. “i won’t blame you.”

he whispered hastily in your ear, placed a soft kiss on your cheek before swiftly leaning away. you frowned, eyes asking him to explain further but the entire crowd was now looking at you, cheering your name as you realised with a sudden shock.

you and jisung had won.

“let’s go princess.” he took your hand and dragged you to the stage as people yelled- y/n and jisung! y/n and jisung!

you gulped as the flowers and sash was handed to you, the blinding lights of the stage poked your eye but thankfully you accepted all the gifts with proper words.

“and now the best couples will dance!” jennie yelled out, and the lights dimmed, finally letting you see lee minho, he stared at you right in your eyes once as you readied yourself to dance with jisung. then he moved to turn on his back with a hurtful frown on his face, as he left the hall.

you watched him back away as the music began and you forced a smile to dance. “congratulations.” you stifled out to jisung who mumbled one back.

“look here princess.” he placed two fingers under your chin, making you look up at him. “i will say this again, i won’t blame you.”

“what-.” you gazed into his concerned eyes as jisung sighed, slowing his pace.

“i won’t blame you if you go after him right now princess, leave. i know how bad it is to be in love with someone who can’t be yours.” he wistfully smiled, locking another stray curl in its place as he caressed your cheek.

“go get him tiger.” he placed a quick kiss to your cheek as you stared at him with teary eyes.

“but but he-.” you stumbled out and he shook his head.

“he is an idiot who can’t digest feelings. go and fucking show that idiot that he’s missing out on the best thing that’s happened to him.” jisung completed, dragging you away from the dance circle as he left your hands.

“go tell him you love him for me y/n.” he sighed, taking off the crown. “he is yours after all.”

you smiled gratefully as you engulfed him in a hug. “thank you thank you thank you!” you gushed, heart twisting in painful ways as you rushed to find minho.

and you did find him in the hallway.

kissing another girl.

—

nine

chan was right.

boys are stupid.

you sniffed your heartache away as you turned away from the scene with a heart wrenching punch to your gut. you couldn’t bear to see the man you loved kiss another woman and you wanted to get out of that place as soon as possible. you didn’t wait for a seconds breath as you rushed back to the exit, ignoring the pang in your heart.

“woah y/n!” you ran into hyunjin, he’d been leaving as well but with a girl on his side. clearly they had plans.

“i am sorry,” you quickly apologise for bumping into the two and kept your face down to hide your tears.

“no wait!” hyunjin called after you, rushing to hold your elbow. “y/n wait.”

“i’m fine hyunjin, go back to your date please.” you stammered through your breathy tone, blinking rapidly.

“no.” he said and turned to walk back to the girl.

he came back within seconds, taking a hold of your shoulders as he made you look at him. “oh sweetheart what happened to you?”

you licked your lips, tears still falling as you stared back at him. “i need to get out of here.” you muttered and hyunjin nodded. “of course let’s go.”

“take care y/n, hyunjin if you guys need anything, call me okay?” the girl who was with hyunjin squeezed your arm and smiled caringly before walking away.

as you walked out of the building, hyunjin on your side, you felt the panic rush back to you. the image of minho kissing that woman haunted your eyes. you hated how terrible it made you feel.

“i’ll call chan, shit.” hyunjin mumbled in panic as he saw your broken face and more tears flooded through.

“no.” you held out a hand. “i don’t want to trouble him.”

you couldn’t possibly tell your big brother that the men he was so hellbent on protecting you from had hurt you, and in the form of his best friend.

“you should go back to your date hyune, it’s okay i’ll be alright.” you choked out, wiping your messed up eyes.

you were sure you looked like horrible right now, with messed up eyes and teary eyes.

hyunjin scoffed, unlocking his cars door as he waited for you to sit in. “she is not more important than you y/n. now get in the car. i’m taking you home.”

—

han jisung saw lee minho walk back into the hall alone and immediately walks over to him. minho raised an eyebrow, but jisung simply handed him his crown with a smile on his face.

"thanks?" minho said, frowning at the crown and jisung felt doubtful.

“dude, where’s y/n?” jisung asked, confused on why minho was alone. and why did minho look so annoyed?

“um i don’t know?” minho mumbled, his confusion growing. "isn't she YOUR date han?" he gave jisung a pointed look to which jisung bit his lip.

"oh my god you didn't meet y/n? she left fifteen minutes to meet you!" jisung revealed to which minho's eyes widened.

"WHAT?" minho cried out. "what did you say?"

jisung groaned, slapping his face as he cursed lowly. "what the fuck man, she left me to go to you!" jisung explained. "we realised how she didn't really want to be with me and ran to meet you to tell you something important. what the fuck did you do lee? where is she and why did she not meet you halfway?"

minho's heart raced as panic overtook his emotions. about fifteen minutes ago so that means-

fuck.

he cursed out loud as he held in his hands, crying out in frustration. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!!"

"what? what happened?" jisung asked, his threatening look toward minho was still obvious.

"i think she saw me and yuna kiss." minho mumbled slowly, each word dripping with a sense of regret, anger and pain.

jisung's expression changed to one of disbelief as he couldn't process that blunder that had taken place. "wonderful. wonderful man this is just fucking peachy!" jisung growled, doubling down on minho who looked scared.

"where is she then?"

"i don't know!"

"you guys good?" chan appeared at their side, a drink in his hand and a concerned look on his face. "you both looked like you were having a fight from there."

minho and jisung stiffened. if chan was unaware of your whereabouts, and minho and jisung were none the wiser then it could mean only one thing.

hyunjin.

minho's eyes scanned the party at light speed and found no trace of hyunjin, infact, his plus one was talking to her girlfriends.

fucking hell.

there was no way he was going to let hwang stay with her when she was vulnerable. he couldn't lose to fucking hwang hyunjin again.

"yup, we're good. just a minor disageement about a group project. nothing to worry about." jisung answered and chan nodded.

"cool, have you guys seen y/n? where is she han, i've been trying to get a hold of her. she isn't even picking up."

jisung's eyes widened as he thought of a possible excuse but chan's phone rang and saved the two.

chan picked up the call with a normal face that slowly morphed into one of anger. minho had an inkling that the caller was hwang.

chan yelled into his phone "what? why is she crying?" minho's heart broke further at that.

"fuck okay ill be right there."

"you two." he pointed a dangerous finger at the two of them. "we are not done okay? hwang told me some things and this discussion is overdue."

"and you, don't fucking tell me when you come home tonight and you better stay out of y/n's sight till we talk this out."

and with that chan sent them a glare, one of betrayal at minho and rushed out of the hall.

minho cursed slowly as he realised the gravity of the situation. he realised that the stone weighing down on his heart was not going to save him anymore and that he really had ruined the beautiful relationship between you and him.

"fuck i'm sorry thumper." he mumbled as a tear made his way down his right cheek. "i really am so fucking sorry thumper."

END

a/n- hope this was enjoyable, also this is not proofread so excuse any errors/typos.

LMFAO THIS IS NOT THE END THE SECOND PART IS BEING DRAFTED AS YOU READ PLEASE THIS IS NOT THE ANGST FIC THERE ARE FOUR OTHER ANGST ONES I CANT GIVE YALL SO MUCH PAIN.

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