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Happy Endings ~ KSM [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 9.1K

⤜PAIRING: Seunmgin x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: SMUT DONT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER AGE, angst, ceo au, mean seungmin, slow paced, oral (m receiving) rough, protected sex, passionate sex, loving, fluffy ending

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2022

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The music playing from Seungmin’s computer made him roll his eyes, being invited to yet another function and he didn’t want to go. There had to be some kind of way he could get out of going, maybe he could send Chan. Smirking to himself Seungmin looked away from the computer screen and glanced out of his window. There you were with your back turned against him as you typed something into your computer. You’d been working non-stop since you’d gotten to work and he knew for a fact it wasn’t something he had asked you to do.

He had no upcoming cases for you to be researching and you hadn’t been behind on anything.

“What are you doing?” He mumbled to himself, keeping his eyes trained on you squinting a little so he could try and see your screen but he couldn’t. Whatever it was you were working so hard on you’d shielded it with your body.

He had no idea how long he’d been staring but he was tapping his pen against the notebook he’d been writing inside of when he first looked at you.

How could you stand doing this? Seungmin had known you most of your life - from afar of course - and he knew that you weren’t the type of person to take this sort of treatment. Since you’d started here four months ago he had been less than kind to you and maybe that was because of old memories beginning to resurface. He could still remember the first thing he’d made you do for him which was bringing him a coffee which he promptly threw into the bin because he claimed it wasn’t good enough. That was all he ever did whenever you would do what he asked of you, yell that it wasn’t good enough or if it was he would yell for it not being done on time. Ever since that though you’d done everything you could to get everything perfect and he couldn’t fault you for it.

But it did annoy him immensely. It annoyed him that you were allowing yourself to be spoken to the way that he did, were you really that desperate?

“Yn…” His voice spoke through your phone and he could see the way you tensed when he said your name, it used to bring him enjoyment. The way your back would straighten and it appeared as though you gripped the nearest thing to you.

When you were in school together you had been the head cheerleader and mean to him and the rest of his friends…Or rather everyone in the school. It was interesting to see how the mighty had fallen when you now worked for him. As soon as he’d seen your name in HR he’d demanded they put you as his newest assistant much to the dismay of the boys downstairs but he didn’t need to listen to them. Chan told him it would be an exceptionally bad idea to have you work underneath him but Seungmin didn’t care.

It was his business and he could do whatever he pleased with it, it wasn’t as though he was doing anything worth reporting against. All it could be seen as was playful “banter” between old school buddies

“Can you come in here please,” The please made the hairs on your body stand up. For the last four months of working for him, he had never once used that word and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Seungmin hadn’t exactly like you and you knew why and didn’t blame him for holding animosity toward you.

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#*seungmin #office au #coworker au #mature #romance #angst #e2l #5k 10k

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feat: Prince Bang Chan x f.reader

modern royal / forbidden love au

↳ He was Prince and soon to be King, and she was his a royal assistant who looked after him. Thing between them have changed as they cross a line that they probably shouldn’t of crossed.

{“Your Highness you’re not suppose to be with me. I’m not the girl that’s right for you, you’re supposed to marry someone from royalty.”

“It shouldn’t matter that you’re not from royalty.”}

word count: 8.5k

genre: 3rd person reader insert, angst, romance, star-crossed lovers, modern au, modern royal au, smut, explicit sexual content.

“Your Highness, you have a meeting with the Duchess from up north in an hour,” she said with no emotion as she sat on the chair in the corner that was by the large window.

He turned as he adjusted his blazer and looked over at her with an intent look, “can you cancel that meeting?”

Shaking her head, “your father has informed me that you are not allowed to cancel this meeting.”

Looking down at her tablet she started to scroll through her and the Prince’s to-do list for the day. She could feel his warm eyes burning a hole into her. She knew that he wanted to have a conversation with her that she didn’t want to have.

“Your Highness we have to meet with your father in his office before your meeting with the Duchess,” her tone was very professional and it was getting on Prince’s nerves.

“(Y/n) stop calling me your Highness,” he walked away from the mirror and stood right in front of her.

“Oh I’m sorry Prince Chan,” her tone was cold.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “don’t call me Prince either.”

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#*chan #royal au #fluff #angst #romance #mature #forbidden love au #5k 10k

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Hope To Be Like You

context: you and felix break up ; inspired by hope to be like you by woodz

word count: 1.7k

a/n: any lowercase is intended. um, enjoy i guess

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As you continued to pack his things he had left over at your college dorm room, your mind was racing with thoughts and memories of the past three years that you had spent together. From the moment you both first met at your shared class freshman year of college to last night when you both mutually agreed to go separate ways. As you cut the last piece of tape off the roll and successfully closed up his box, you could feel the lump in your throat arise. You were never the type to cry, especially in front of people, but all you wanted to do in this moment was curl up into a ball and bawl your eyes out for days on end.

You were woken from your thoughts as a soft knock was heard on your dorm room door. Before standing to your feet and off your knees, you took in a sharp breath and counted quickly to ten to make sure not to cry in front of your now-ex-boyfriend. You walked over towards the door with his box, placing it on your desk before opening the door to find Felix standing there with a box of what you're assuming are your things. As your eyes met his, you could notice the dark bags under his eyes and tear stained cheeks. All you wanted to do was cup his face in your hands and kiss his worries, but you couldn't. That part of your life is a chapter about to end, no matter how much neither of you wanted it to not do so. You cleared your throat and signaled Felix to enter your room, stepping aside so he would have enough room to step inside and set the box down somewhere.

Felix shuffled his feet over to your bed, placing the box of your things on top of the mess of sheets he's going to miss being cuddled up in with you. As he walked over to your bed, you walked back over to your desk to pick up his box to hand to him. When you turned around to hand it to him, you noticed him sitting on top of your bed and messing with your strawberry sheets in between his fingers. You let a sigh escape your lips, the sight causing the lump in your throat to appear once again. You wouldn't dare let Felix see you in a vulnerable state, not ever again. But he, on the other hand, didn’t mind. Felix was an emotional person, especially around you because he trusted you the most. Even after the break up, he still trusts you more than some of his friends. That's why when you said his name, a few tears stung his eyes and fell on top of your bed sheets.

“Felix…” you started, trying to sound as well put together as possible. For now, you were succeeding. And Felix hated how you didnt sound upset in the slightest- just empty.

“How come you don't sound hurt at all?” he questioned, his voice cracking between words. His deep voice that always calmed you in the darkest of times, was now the voice bringing you the most pain. “Even last night during our talk, you barely said anything. All you did was agree. And today you- you dont look like you've been crying. You don’t look hurt. You don't sound hurt.” his gaze moved from the printed strawberries to your eyes, his heart breaking even a little more as he noticed how neutral your face had looked. Lifeless. “Did you even care for me at all?”

Before responding to him, you quickly shut the front door to your dorm room so no one could hear your conversation. You had originally planned on keeping it open because you had hoped this would be a quick exchange. But you couldn’t be more wrong. “How dare you even accuse me of not caring, felix. We were together for three years, and you're saying I don't care for the one person that I always cared for the most? How fucking dare you.” you said, holding back angry and sad tears that were wanting to escape onto your cheeks.

After your words, he realized how wrong he sounded and instantly regretted it. He stood up to defend himself, but you didn't allow him to say another word before continuing. “You know how I am. I don't like to cry in front of people. I'm not too good at being vulnerable or expressing my emotions properly, especially when it comes to being in relationships. You know this. I don't want to break up, but you insist we have to because we’re drifting. Everything for the past three years, down the drain as if nothing-”

“It was a mutual break up, y/n.” Felix interrupted, his tears flowing at a rapid pace.

“It's only mutual because I want to do what makes you happy. Whatever you want, I want. Simple as that.”

``But I don't want to break up!”

You put your hands on your head, looking down at the carpeted floor that you had spent last night sleeping on due to not wanting to sleep in your bed without Felix snuggled up to your side. You counted to ten, took in a deep breath, and looked back up to meet his gaze. His eyes were now very glossy, his cheeks wet from his overflowing tears that did not dare to stop.

“Last night, you said spending time with me hurt. It physically and emotionally hurts you because we’re not the same we once were. You said talking to me at times felt like you were talking to a brick wall. Am I correct?” you spoke up, not breaking eye contact with him once. All he did was nod his head in agreement, not sure how to respond to you. “Then go and be happy with someone who won't make you feel like that. Be with someone who even after being together for three years still makes you feel like you’re on your honeymoon. Obviously, that person is not me.” your voice finally cracked. That's when you knew you had to pack up the conversation and have him leave. If this continued any further, you knew you would break down in front of him. You didn't want that.

And with that, he did. He gripped the box full of his things in his hands and walked out of your room and down the hall, into the elevator with his tears rolling down his puffed cheeks and onto the cardboard box. As soon as he left, you slammed your door and locked it. You weakly walked over to the middle of the floor, sitting your back against your bed frame and bringing your knees to your chest. You opened up your nightstand, grabbing some remover from your container and smearing it under your eyes to take off the concealer that had been hiding your dark bags. Truth be told, you had cried yourself to sleep last night. But you knew Felix would be coming by the next afternoon and you didn't want him to see you vulnerable, so you did the best you could to look as natural as you could to hide your true emotions. Once all the evidence was wiped off, you grabbed a blanket from your bed and laid across the floor, snuggling up into the carpet that you were afraid you were going to become familiar with these next coming weeks.

#*felix #1k 5k #break up au #angst #non idol au

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Hii! I’d like to request the saddest, most heartbreaking angst out there with Minho. With the prompts: 8, 11 and 24. (Maybe something where the reader has difficulty expressing their emotions like Minho has)

Ps. Ik you do fem readers but if you could make it more gender neutral, thank you🪷

The Wall of Glass ~ Lee Minho

"Why can't you love me back?" + "Stay." + "I hate everything about you."

Pairing: mafia!minho x mafia!reader

Genre: Angst, Forbidden love au, Mafia au

Warnings: Insinuation towards infidelity, Curse words, Murder, and major character death(s).

Summary: The wall of glass that stood between you and him shatters a moment too late.

A/n: Minho x Angst is just the perfect match!! I've never really written with a gender-neutral reader in mind but I've tried my best!!

Cold.

You felt cold in ways you never thought were possible.

It wasn't just the icy fingertips that once felt soft against your skin but were now nothing but brutal, driven by a fury you had an inkling was caused by you.

More specifically, the cold thing inside your chest that was supposed to be called your heart.

The metal was cold too, sharp and unrelenting, held against the smooth curve of your throat with an imminent threat to slit right through the flesh.

But there was something about the look in his eyes that made you stop - just for a moment. It made you think to yourself.

Did you really create this monster?

His voice was crisp, disdainful eyes staring down at you with the intent to make you feel worthless.

Humiliating you.

Hurting you.

"You don't get to walk over me."

Like the ice that meets the warmth of everything but itself, Minho's eyes began to glisten in the dark of the night, the occasional clank of the metal lamp hanging from the ceiling hitting the wall behind it as the wind blew - almost like it was making the lamp dance to its tunes.

The way Minho thought you made him dance to your tunes.

"You don't get to use me."

For a fleeting second, his eyes softened when he felt your fingers reach for his hand, his head dipping to look at the place you touched him. But the delicate whimper that sounded from you made him push the knife further up against your throat.

"Pathetic," he spat, inching closer and watching in fascination the way your watery eyes twinkled with a challenge that you wordlessly put forth before him.

"Just like your father," he taunted with a scoff. "It's in the blood."

Your hand didn't leave his. It only slid along the length of his arm, grabbing onto the material of his black leather jacket in an attempt to ground yourself when flimsy black circles began to darken your vision.

"So weak. I don't even understand what I saw in you. I was a fool."

His resolve was breaking, but so was your capacity. The unforgiving winter probably numbed your skin, causing you to miss the sluggish movement of the dark maroon blood trickling down the length of your neck.

He was slowly killing you. Just the way he dreamt of doing.

"I should've known," he pressed, "should've known that you could never be mine. That you never wanted to be mine."

For a moment, you contemplated showing him a sign. Maybe the slightest shake of your head, or a weak squeeze on his arm. Just to let him know that he had gotten it all wrong.

But what was the point?

He didn't love you.

And even if he did, it probably wasn't enough considering the lack of reluctance when it came to holding a knife against your throat.

If he didn't love you, what was the point in fighting? What was the point in salvaging something that had no hope? Why were you even thinking of making him understand you?

It's not like he would understand you.

It's not like he ever understood you.

"Maybe..." his voice dipped. "Maybe if I had just killed you when I had the chance to..."

Minho let himself glare at the blood that he had drawn from your precious skin. Soft skin that he once worshipped and praised and left feather light kisses on until the moon fell asleep. He couldn't help but feel angry.

"...then I wouldn't have found it so difficult to kill you now."

Minho wanted nothing but to read you like a book, the way he desires to be read. The silent longing that reflected in not just your gaze but also in his. The little twitch of his little finger each time he physically itched to just reach out and hold you.

For a fraction of a second, his resolve deflated when your bloodshot eyes fluttered up to meet his.

He wished to understand.

He wanted to understand you the way you understood him.

But he couldn't.

"Why?"

For the first time since the moon hid its shame behind a dark curtain of clouds, the knife fell from his hand, clattering onto the cement and splattering the few drops of your blood that he had painted it with.

"Why can't you love me back?"

You do.

There was no turning back to the man that you had once given your heart to. Not when he didn't take a moment to crush it beneath the weight of his anger. His resentment.

You do love him.

But there was no point in letting him know.

Not when he let someone else take your place in his life.

"Is it because of your father? He can't stand you falling in love just because his partner betrayed him? Does he not want you to be happy?"

"It's you."

Minho paused mid-step, his fist clenching by his side.

"Me?"

"It's because of you."

Painfully slow, he turned to look into your eyes again.

"Do you really resent me that much?"

Your head dipped back to rest against the dirty brown leather couch that he had you pinned to mere moments ago, feeling drained and overwhelmed. You didn't think he'd corner you this way, you didn't think he could manipulate you into coming to meet him.

"I used to love you," you croaked, raising a dirt-covered palm to put pressure on the open wound over your neck. "I really did."

"And now?"

He let his guard down for a moment. He let the hope that he had been suppressing shimmer in his tear-filled eyes. He let you see a part of him that he didn't want you to see.

"Now? I hate everything about you."

He regretted it.

Minho regretted being naive, being indecisive, and vulnerable. He hated the fact that he allowed himself to appear weak before you.

Maybe the moon was afraid, hiding its face from a man whose eyes had darkened dangerously under the flickering yellow light of that godforsaken lamp that swung to the beat of the piercing winter breeze.

Maybe the moon simply didn't want to witness the way the love that it once would shine its light upon is now drowning, suffocating in the depths of misunderstanding, a place so deep that even if it tried, the light could never reach it.

With barely a moment to take it all in, Minho had his hands wrapped around your neck once again. He felt the warmth of your blood smear all over his skin, trickle down the side of his wrist, stain him, break him.

"Do it," he heard you rasp, cutting off all supply of air with a grunt as he tightened his grip on you.

"Kill me."

"Don't tell me what to do," he spat, eyes trembling with fury. A teardrop fell from his right eye, splattering onto your cheek and making your scrunch your eyes shut in agony. He watched your face redden, the way three veins that led all the way to your neck stood up with the pressure that he had on your throat.

"You don't even deserve to live after walking all over me," he snared, inching closer and letting you feel his breath hit your face.

"All those nights when it was just you and me. You didn't deserve it. You don't deserve it. You don't deserve to be loved. You're just another product of your father."

He heard another whimper float towards his ears.

"Kill me."

"I said don't tell me what to do!"

The silence that followed his booming voice made your ears ring. Just a few more seconds and you'd slip into unconsciousness. You were sure of it.

So you willed yourself to open your eyes.

To take in his features for perhaps the last time.

What you didn't expect was to see him crying.

A strangled sob that he tried to stifle, a few tear drops collecting at the tip of his sharp nose, threatening to drip off and fall onto you.

"Minho."

"I'm so fucking done with you," he wept, letting go of your throat with one last push and turning to face the other side.

"I don't want to see your face ever again," he spoke under his breath, his head held low.

And maybe you had misunderstood him. You knew you were about to risk your life meeting up with him, you knew that it could possibly be him that could take your life, but he didn't.

You could see the tremble in his clenched fist. The resentment that he held for himself. The way his stature questioned his motives.

How could he even think of taking your life?

How could he?

"Minho..."

Your voice broke halfway through, weak hands grasping - clawing - at your neck in an attempt to find relief from the pain. Lightheaded and faint, you fell to the floor when you stood to follow him, the hope that was once dead now having life being blown into its nostrils.

He didn't move away from you.

He gave you one last chance.

Yet, no more than a second after you touched the back of his leg, a loud gunshot sounded, the immediate splutter of warm blood hitting the side of your face, stinging you with the force.

Your hands that were reaching out for Minho covered your ears, falling to your side with a trembled gasp.

Soon, another figure slumped beside you, the dust from the ground flying delicately in the air and giving him an eerie glow under the light of the metal lamp.

"I told you not to meet him."

A distant voice, cold and emotionless. It made you scramble around to look for the source but your movements paused when your eyes landed on the man that you loved.

Minho lay on the ground, a puddle of dark blood pooling around him. His fingers twitched ever so often, jet black hair dancing softly with each tremor that ran up his spine.

"Father," you whispered dreadfully, defeated and betrayed eyes lifting to lock with the man that shares your blood.

"I... I asked you for time, how could you do this?"

The tall man lowered his arm, the glint of the silver gun catching your attention.

"We don't feed dogs that bite us."

Your father recognized the pathetic quaver in your voice as a sign of defeat, a humorless laugh spitting past his lips.

"M-Minho," you pleaded with the man who was fighting against death right before your eyes, reaching out and pulling him over to face you. A thin stream of blood smeared the pale skin of his cheek a bright right, a single tear trickling down his temple that you swiped away gingerly.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, holding onto your hand and gazing up at you with a light daze in his watery eyes.

"Stay with me, please," you begged him, unable to stop the tears from falling, hoping that you could heal him miraculously - if not magically - with the love that you so wished you had admitted to him.

"You know I love you, sweetheart," he smiled sadly, wincing when a painful shock caused him to jerk to the side.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Minho."

The man in your arms looked past you for a moment, gathering up the last of his energy to raise his arm up and bring your head closer to him.

You let him, aiming for a kiss to the top of his head, one last kiss goodbye, when the click of the weapon behind you made Minho's fingers curl into your hair.

"Neither do we raise unfaithful dogs," you heard the man speak lowly, Minho's eyes trained on the man that had no hint of remorse on his face.

Another gunshot echoed through the dark, cold night.

Angst for Minho is like the skz version of angst for Yoongi lollll, it fits so well. I hope you like this one!!

Request 2/30 :) Go ahead and request soon before all the spots are taken!

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#1k 5k #*minho #mafia au #angst #non idol au #forbidden love au

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the silent lover — lee minho

pairing: yn x lee know

genre: hurt and angst with a happy ending!!

warnings: reader is insecure, brief mention of sex, poor communication until its too late

word count: 2.3k

now playing: restless by bibi

— It’s no secret that Minho is a secret softie. Although, it’s easy to forget when Minho tends to move in silence rather than outwardly expressing his love for people, the way Felix or Jisung do. Since Minho is an introvert, he likes to clean up after you when you’re in a hurry or send photos of your favorite flowers whenever he comes across them while he’s out for work. You learned this about him before you two even started dating, and of course, it’s something you’ve understood about him.

You were not much of a PDA type of person yourself, but sometimes you couldn’t help but ask yourself if maybe you were doing something wrong. Sometimes, you’d catch yourself wondering when Minho will cling onto you the way Jisung clings to his partner or kiss you the way Hyunjin smothers his partner in kisses before he has to start practice. At first, it only crossed your mind now and then, not bothering you as you quickly pushed it away, reminding yourself that if Minho didn’t want to, he didn’t have to. Suddenly, it was every other night that you’d lay in bed, wondering if Minho didn’t like you enough to be that way. As much as you tried, the thoughts wouldn’t go away.

Again and again, you told yourself Minho was just not the type of person to be affectionate in public, exactly the way you weren’t. So why was this bothering you so much? Soon enough, you found yourself talking to Jisung about this, explaining that you didn’t even understand why you had suddenly grown to crave some physical affection from your boyfriend. It wasn’t as if he didn’t show you he loved you. Minho always verbally reassured you he loved you and had a healthy sex life that left you both more than satisfied. So what the hell was the problem?

Jisung only quelled your confusion a tiny bit, replying that it was probably that “some people just want to feel the love sometimes,” along with a simple shrug. It made sense! Or, at least, you certainly tried to convince yourself that it did in your head. You never brought it up to Minho when you had these thoughts. You didn’t think it would change much anyway. Minho was a person who kept to himself, and you didn’t was to force a change onto him.

After almost two months of feeling this way about your relationship, you decided to distance yourself from the group to figure out if you were just jealous of how the other members were with their partners. You stopped accompanying Minho to practice as often as you used to. It made you feel guilty when Minho told you the boys asked about your absence, but you figured sooner or later you’d be able to go back since you would have figured your little situation up. Since you and Minho had been in a relationship the longest, you had essentially moved into the dorm with them, the other group members eventually inviting their partners to stay over whenever they wanted. You tried for it not to affect you, but you couldn't help but feel envious of the other couples whenever you caught Felix and his partner making out on the couch when they thought they were alone or when you’d see them walk out of their rooms with their boyfriend’s shirt on while you woke up in your PJs.

You virtually moved out after that last one. One by one, your belongings started to disappear around the dorm. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by any of the boys, but none of them asked about it. You’d still go over anyway; you just had to check that none of the other couples were home while you were there. Minho always liked to cook with you. He loved seeing how happy it made you to know you were involved in his hobbies, but eventually, he stopped cooking around you and suggested you watch movies with him. Most of the time, this consisted of him typing away on his phone on one end of the couch as you cuddled into a pillow on the other side.

You stopped hanging out around the dorms as much after you noticed that he was never paying attention to the movies anyway. Either way, you still had your dates together. You two often tried out new restaurants without hiccups, but on the days that Minho invited you to company events, you always hesitated to accept. It wasn’t so much that you didn’t want to go, but more so the fact that you’d be around the others. The Stray Kids’ members were not the most gracious drunks. It usually led to them being tucked away in a corner dry-humping their significant other. That part wasn’t what bothered you. It was more so all the flirting that happened before that.

Minho noticed all of this, of course. He caught how you’d stare too long at Seungmin’s arms whenever he held his partner and how your smile would falter when Changbin would yell about how cute his spouse was. More than anything, Minho was perplexed by this. You both made it clear that neither of you minded the lack of public displays of affection, no matter how big or small. Minho had never seen you so upset, and it bothered him. Your thoughts and feelings meant everything to him, and the fact that you hadn’t brought up what was bothering you and instead decided to stop seeing the rest of the boys broke his heart.

It had been about a week since Minho last saw you in person. The heaviness that had taken residence on his chest had only gotten heavier since then. He didn’t know what to do at this point. Every phone call he had with you kept getting shorter and filled with awkward silences. He could feel you slipping from him and was currently pacing in his dorm living room, panicked. “I’m going out! I’ll be back in a bit!” he yelled to his dorm mates. Before Jeongin could reply with a quick ‘ok,’ Minho was out the door and over in the other member’s living room.

Minho felt the last bit of his broken heart shatter when he laid his eyes on your crying figure in Jisung’s arms. He stood frozen as you pulled away from Jisung and walked into the kitchen as quickly as you could with blurry vision. Jisung talked in a hushed tone to not wake the sleeping members, “you need to talk. I’ll let you guys have some privacy.” Before Jisung had even turned his back fully on him, Minho was making his way into the kitchen.

He didn’t know what to do with himself, standing behind you as you wiped your eyes with a napkin. He merely watched as your body slowly stopped trembling, “I’m sorry.” He heard alarms go off in his head as he heard you sniffle, “I don’t know why I’ve been feeling like this. I tried not to be annoying. Instead, I tried to suppress these feelings, but I still can’t stop them from appearing. I feel our relationship is falling apart because of me, and I don’t know how to fix it.” Minho felt his heart break all over again when you turned to look at him with wet eyes and trembling lips, “I think we should break up.”

The man unexpectedly pulled you into his arms, surprising you both with his actions, “please, don't say that,” he whispered into your shoulder as you broke down again into his chest. You never wanted to do this; Minho was your person, and you couldn’t ever imagine losing him, much less over something like his ways of saying I love you. Minho felt his throat close up as he felt your arms wrap around his torso, finally hugging him back. He tried to blink away the tears that had begun to build up in his eyes, “can you please tell me what this is all about? I can’t lose you, y/n.”

Minho pulled himself away from you, grabbing a napkin to wipe your eyes and nose, “please, baby. You know you can talk to me about anything.” His hand coming up to bring your gaze to his, “are you calm enough to talk?” He watched your face as you took a deep breath, nodding your head, “please don’t laugh at me.” He snorted at your request, amused with how cute you could be in a moment like this. “I can’t promise I won’t,” he smiled down at you as you whined, burying your head into his chest again. Minho had never seen you like this. He knew you prided yourself on being able to handle situations maturely and didn’t ever think there would ever be a day when you’d be cuddling yourself into him.

He didn’t mind this change, of course. Although your hugs were far and few, he enjoyed every single one. He patted your head as you looked back up at him, “okay, baby. I’ll try not to laugh.” He felt a vibration run through his chest and heard you mumble something. His eyebrows scrunched as he chuckled, “you’re going to have to bring your head up if you want me to actually understand you, yknow?” He felt you sigh into his chest, letting your arms fall to your side as you looked up, “I want you to kiss me.” Minho had never been so confused in his life.

“I do kiss you, y/n,” he deadpanned.

“Not the way the other members kiss their significant others,” he heard you trail off as you looked at your hands. So that’s what this was about; he was right. Minho let out a sigh as he unwrapped his arms from you, bringing them both up to cup your cheeks. He noticed how your ears had turned warm as you closed your eyes. A smirk spread across his lips as he brought them closer to yours. He felt your breath fan against his lips as he closed his own eyes, abruptly moving to kiss your forehead instead. He laughed as you lightly punched his chest, whining at him for being such a tease.

He threw his head back as he let out a loud laugh, “I’m sorry, y/n. You're just so easy to tease!” Minho pulled you back into his chest when he noticed your pout, his heart bursting as he wondered how you could be so cute. He moved your hair out of the way as he smiled down at you, “what’s this about?” He kissed your forehead again, this time much more tenderly, as he waited for your response.

“This, I guess.”

His head tilted to the side as he tried to decipher what you had meant, “me teasing you..?” He felt bad as you sighed into him again. “I just,” he watched as you tried to formulate the sentence in your head, “I’d like it if you showed me you loved me in this way more often.” Minho smiled sadly as he listened to you, “baby, why didn’t you just ask me instead of trying to break up with me?” He felt guilty as he realized that he should’ve asked you what was wrong instead of staying quiet this entire time. “I don’t know. You had always expressed that you aren’t too fond of public displays of affection before we started dating,” he watched as your eyes began to water again, “and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or like you had to change something just to make me happy.” Minho looked away as his eyes welled up with tears again, taking one of his arms off you to wipe them away.

“I’ll always be willing to try something if it means it’ll make you happy, y/n.”

He smiled as you whined again, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks, “stop being so sappy! It’s making me cry!” Minho wiped your tears away as he leaned in again. His breath hitched as he closed his eyes first, this time. He let out a whine of his own as he slowly kissed you. He pulled back in shock and embarrassment, feeling his ears turn hot from what had just happened. It was now your turn to laugh at him, finding it cute. “Please don’t tell anyone about that,” he pleaded as a Han Jisung burst through the swinging door. “Maybe she won’t, but I definitely will!” Jisung doubled over in laughter as he pointed at Minho. He yelled out as he chased Jisung through his house, not caring about the other members sleeping.

The next time Minho met with you is during a practice he invited you to join. As soon as you stepped through the practice room door, he picked you up bridal style, carrying you around the room as he clamored on about how much he loved you as the other boys laughed. Once he felt satisfied, Minho placed you down, pulling you closer to him. “Min, when I told you I wanted PDA this is not what I meant,” you laughed. “Oh, then what about something like this?”

Before he could let you process his question, his hand was bringing your chin up to kiss him. He felt you smile into the kiss as he heard the rest of his group members cheer from behind you, his heart fluttering in his chest. He felt his body get hot as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. “Min! Not here!” You yelped as you pulled away, swatting at his shoulder in the process. He laughed as his ears burned a bright red, “I thought this is what you wanted?”

“I wanted you to be cute!” “I am being cute, y/n!”

#*minho #angst #established relationship au #1k 5k #comfort au

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