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edenalieth · 2 months

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LOVE CURSE

Pairing: god of love!minho x Y/N

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff with angst

Being a god of love wasn’t always easy. When you got assigned to Minho to be bonded to your soulmate, he thought his mission would be done in a blink of an eye. Little did he know that his biggest ally would be his greatest enemy: love.

Words: 6K

A.N: first fic of 2024, we cheered! sorry, it took me more time than i thought it would,,, that photoshoot inspired me for this story, as well as the song "rewrite the stars". my bad for the possible mistakes, hope you enjoy :) any interactions are sincerely appreciated 🫶. — 240304

Being a god of love wasn’t always easy. Mortals thought it was all about fate and butt naked babies shooting their arrows at them. However, it wasn’t as perfect as they could imagine it and deities didn’t look like cherubs.

Minho had not a single memory about his past life. One day, he had opened his eyes after wandering into darkness for a really long time and had been welcomed by an angel. This angel happened to be his new brother, Felix, who introduced him to more brothers and sisters. Felix was always cheerful, he exhaled warmth and passion, a ray of sunshine in a solid form. He taught him everything he had to know for his new function as a love god. The good sides and the bad ones. Among the great ones was the chase, as they called it with his siblings. An interesting part where they used their magic to get close to their assigned human. Using ancestral methods, they tricked their customer into thinking that they knew each other since forever. This way, it was easier for them to establish a bond with their chosen one and Minho was always sincerely curious about their lives, hopes and dreams. Once the spark of love was strong enough, came the second step. The aim. It was truly thrilling for Minho to shoot an arrow. The way the wood of his bow perfectly fitted on his hand, like an extension of his arm. Or when his fingers, hooking on the silver bowstring, had to keep the perfect balance before releasing his arrow, which never failed to ignite the passion between two human beings. It gave him goosebumps every time. Finally, came the evanescence. When the arrow had reached the heart and the two lovebirds were united, the god of love had to disappear from their lives. Despite how poetic all this appeared to be, not everyone had the chance to get their « happy ever after ». Divinities exclusively interfered to match a mortal to its soulmate and they had a glimpse of their future together. Unfortunately, they sometimes had to tie someone to a person who would break them in the most awful ways. No matter how bad it would be, they would remain in love with them to the point where they would forget about themselves. Minho had forced himself to become insensitive to such situations but, deep inside, he despised it. He felt nauseous and anger was running through his veins as he had to watch his customers becoming miserable in front of his eyes. Occasionally, he wished he could bribe the lord of death, Chan, into getting rid of those pests… Sadly, this deity wasn’t easy to negotiate with. They did their duty and nothing else.

When you got assigned to Minho, he didn’t think much about it and started his chase. You were a university student, pretty cheerful and a bit grumpy when things didn’t go your way. You loved to meet new people and hang out with your friends. Reading was one of your favorite hobby and you had a chubby black cat named Churros. Funny, he thought with a small smile on his face. He liked animals because they weren’t fooled by his powers like humans were, especially cats. With their piercing gaze, they could see the magic surrounding the deities, energy flows swirling around them in tints of red, black and gold. Truly smart beings.

Minho put his backpack correctly on his shoulders as he looked over his surroundings. Students were walking toward the entry door, chatting, laughing or shuffling sleepily — probably some hangover or all nighters for exams. Finally, he spotted you. Walking through the crowd, he reached you and put a hand on your shoulder. You turned around, visibly surprised and wondering about who the hell was touching you unprovoked. You frowned, met by a face you had never seen before, a beautiful face. It was a guy. He seemed to be the same age as you, his skin looked smooth, his pink lips stretched into a gentle smile and his hair were copper brown. Slowly, you attached your eyes to his. Warm and deep.

The god of love knew it was the perfect time to use his powers, you were visibly confused. Coming closer to your face, he saw your eyes widening. « I’m going to help you. » he whispered to your ear. When he glanced at you again and noticed the light veil over your eyes. Magic was happening. Shaking your head, as if emerging from a dream, your face lit up. « Minho! Gosh, I really thought you were going to leave me alone again. You know that I hate that class… », you gritted your teeth saying that.

Perfect, he thought. From now on, he would be your longtime friend who happened to go to the same university as you. « I know, I know » he replied, ruffling your hair. You looked offended as your fingers were quickly brushing your locks in an attempt to style them back properly. « You… Do you know how long it took me to do this ? » you grumbled, your eyes sending daggers to your friend. Minho smirked, playing his role to get to know you better. « Are you doing all of this for Thomas ? » he mused, teasing you. Naturally, you were his assigned human and he knew who he had to match you with and how to play with it to make you fall. Your cheeks turned into a bright red. You scoffed in disdain. « Me ? Doing this for a man ? Don’t be silly. » you rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm, changing the subject to the paper you had to write for today. Your crush was ridiculously obvious. He wondered if he would act this way if only he was able to love. However, your budding feelings for Thomas would help to get his job done faster. It took more time when he had to do all the job, create the meeting, put the right mood to some situation in attempt to make both parties fall in love. Yes, it would be easy. You sighed, « And here we go, for two hours of boredom… ». You sat down and prepared your papers, hurrying Minho to do the same. Obediently, he did as told and started his own class: learning about you.

Days turned into weeks and he knew a lot about you by now. You frowned when you were highly focused on something, you hated romcom — at least it was what you said, except that Minho witnessed you tearing up in front of 13 going 30 —, you were the type of person to scream your lungs out to songs while driving, you chewed on your lips and then complained about it when they were getting chapped. To make it short, you were lively in the most beautiful ways and the love god didn’t seem to grow tired of it. « Pull yourself together » he thought, lightly splashing his face with water. He had to make things move on between you and Thomas. Your interest for him didn’t seem to fade, after all, you were meant to be. He looked at his reflection on the mirror and was surprised by his expression: he seemed annoyed. Straightening his back, he glanced one more time at his face, defying it, before exiting the bathroom.

« Took you long enough » you stated, looking at the brown haired boy. He shrugged « Sorry ? ». You gestured him to come sit next to you. Churros was purring on your legs as you scratched it behind its ears and Minho looked at the scene fondly. Taking place by your side, he joined you to pet the black cat. You discreetly looked at your friend. You had been knowing him since you were kids — magic made you think that — and never had you realized how handsome he was. In your eyes, he was just your annoying lost twin. Kind of. At least, you thought… Or tried to convince yourself. Also, Thomas was there and you liked him, right ? Minho raised his head and caught you staring at him. He tilted his head before asking you, « What’s troubling you ? ». You shook your head, scratching your cat under its chin. « Hmm nothing… » your voice was low and not convincing at all, your friend wouldn’t fall for your masquerade. He came closer to you and nudge your shoulder. « Come on Y/N, what’s on your mind ? ». Seeing his eyes, you couldn’t resist them and gave up. You felt a bit embarrassed but gathered your courage up. « Have you ever been in love ? » you asked, your hands stopped moving and Churros half opened its eyes, its green pupils looking deep inside your soul. A brief silence filled the room. Minho was staring at the ceiling before clearing his throat. « Well, I’ve never experienced it myself but I believe it’s a precious and incredible feeling… » your friend seemed a bit gloomy and you were almost disappointed by his answer. « Have you ? » he kept going, curious to know if you were going to talk about your crush with him. The god of love was expectant. « Yes… » « How does it feel ? I can only imagine. » Minho smiled but his eyes weren’t. « It feels warm and exciting but complicated at times too… » you stated. « I mean, what do you do when you start having feelings for someone unexpected ? » The brown haired boy hummed. « Like falling for someone you never thought you would ? » You nodded, « Exactly. It's like... you have this image in your head of who you're supposed to be attracted to, and then someone comes along and totally flips that upside down. » The deity chuckled. « Hmm. I see what you mean. » a tint of bitterness lacing his voice. « But isn't that part of the magic of love? Discovering new feelings and connections you never imagined ? ». Why were you so hesitant about your feelings ? Never in his career he had witnessed that. Lighting the spark of love could took a bit longer to build but his customers never openly expressed their confusion. Was he lacking on some point ? As earlier when he was in the bathroom, he felt annoyance rushing through his veins and a strange tickling at the bottom of his nape... Churros left your lap, feeling the agitation of yours and Minho’s hearts. « I suppose so. It's just… I know you’ve noticed, I've been crushing on Thomas for a while now, but lately, someone else came into the picture… » you were elusive on purpose. Minho got caught off guard on that one. What was going on ? Something was definitely wrong. Who were you talking about ? He would have to review every single people being close to you to find out if you decided not to speak. You bent towards him, your move making your fingers brush against his, sending electricity into your system. « It’s a secret. » you sticked your tongue out and stood up. Still on the floor, Minho looked at you in disbelief. « What ? You started this conversation and now you’ve decided to remain silent ? ». Towering him, you shrugged and turned on the music to distract him.

This was an emergency. He needed to talk to Felix, right now. On his way home, he grabbed his phone on his pocket and looked for his brother’s number. He tapped on his name and waited to hear the ringtone. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. « Your contact isn’t available at the moment… » Minho swore as he was welcomed by the robotic voice. « Please leave a message after the ri… ». He hung up and dialed the number again and again and again. Finally, no automatic message but a deep upset voice, which was pretty rare. « For love sake, Minho. Why are you calling me ? I was preparing my aim. You better have a good reason to bother me and make me miss my shot. » he groaned. « My human. Y/N. She’s hesitant. » He heard his brother sighing. « And ? It happens all the time. Give her one more week and she will be ready. Now, if you may exc… » Loosing his temper, Minho cut him off. « It’s not like usual. And, for your knowledge, my clients never hesitate on their feelings. » he cockily added. Felix laughed. « Ok. Then, describe me how is it different ? ». Minho could hear the noises of the city coming from the end of the line. « I don’t feel that energy coming from her, it’s like… glowing a different way. And I have that constant itch bothering me... » he whispered, confused by the events. « Have you ever heard of someone changing their fate ? » « Minho. It’s written in the stars, it’s impossible to undo it. » the angel stated firmly. « Are you sure ? Wasn’t there any case of someone rewriting them ? » His voice felt desperate and he was. He was hundred percent sure that something odd was happening. A loud silence echoed his question. « Do you want my honest opinion ? » « Please. » he begged. « I think you’re the one with an unsteady heart. You’ve been around Y/N for too long. You’ve never spent much time with one of your assigned mortal and your magic is weakening. » Felix answered. Offended, the god of love received those words like a slap in the face. However, it would explain his discomfort. « This is nonsense. I’m telli… » but he hadn’t time to finish his sentence. « One week and not a single day more. » The ringtone resonated, announcing the final sentence.

One week. He had to calculate all his next moves. If Felix was right, nobody knew what would happened if Minho was loosing his power. Yet, he wasn’t scared about it but was terrified at the idea of loosing you forever. Once his job done, it would be as if he had never existed. You would remember a presence but would not be able to put a name or a face on it. Usually, Minho considered his mission like a book. He had to get into it, enjoy it, untangle the plot and put it on a shelf once done. With you, he wanted the story to keep going. However, he was supposed to be a side character and not a main one. The love god felt stupid and bothered by that strange sensation squeezing his heart. What was it ? He could only identify anger and disappointment. His fists were clenched and he had to fight the urge to punch the nearest wall. This is when you decided to intervene. He felt his phone buzzing. The screen illuminated the room he was in.

y/n: want to grab a coffee before class tomorrow ?

minho: sure!

y/n: perfect! see u :)

He sighed. He had to find a solution by the next morning and make you and Thomas fall in love, for once and for all. That night, the brown haired boy barely slept.

You were waiting for your friend in front of the coffee shop. Minho appeared at the corner, disheveled and dark circles under his eyes. « Wow, you definitely need some coffee. » You teased him. He groaned and opened the door for you. « Barely slept. » he briefly explained. « Thanks, I had noticed. » you scoffed. Once your coffee taken, you strolled along the path toward university campus, backpacks slung over your shoulders. « So, any plans for the weekend ? » the love god asked, trying his best to look cheerful. You shrugged, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. « Not much, just the usual. Probably bury myself in textbooks and drown in a sea of caffeine. Exams are coming up. »

Minho rolled his eyes, nudging you with his elbow. « Come on, Y/N, you need to loosen up a bit. Life's not all about studying. Besides, I heard there's a party happening this Saturday. You have to come with me. » Your ears perked up at the mention of a party, your curiosity piqued. It has been a while since you wen to a party and going there with Minho sounded even greater. « A party, huh? Sounds intriguing. Who's throwing it ? ». The brown haired boy flashed you a mischievous smile. « Oh, you know, just some friends from the other campus. But here's the juicy part – I heard that Thomas will be there. »

At the mention of Thomas’ name, your heart sunk a little. Maybe you would finally be able to put a word on your feelings for him, know if it was a small crush or something more serious. Maybe you would understand why you felt jelly and happier than ever around Minho too…

« Thomas? » you echoed, « Are you sure? ». The love god nodded enthusiastically. Going to a party was a simple strategy but it often worked. "Positive! This could be your chance to make a move. » He winked. You rolled your eyes. « Shush. I’m not even sure if I want to be with him anymore. » you whined. « Then it’s the perfect occasion, right ? » He was right. « Alright, you've convinced me, » you finally replied, a determined glint in your eyes. « I'll go to the party with you. ». Minho seemed relieved by your answer and closed the gap between the both of you to quickly kiss your cheeks. That sudden move of affection startled you as you brought a hand to your face. « Good! I will see you later then. » he waved you goodbye and disappeared in the corridor. As he rushed to his class, mixed feelings and a strong sensation of warmth filled his system.

When he came back home on that day, the deity decided to face his own feelings. The kiss on your cheek ? It felt natural, yet really odd. Never he had done this with a mortal before but he wanted to try again. As he sat there, lost in the midst of his own thoughts, he couldn't shake the strange sensation that had been creeping up on him lately. It was like a whisper in the back of his mind, gentle yet persistent, nudging him to pay attention to something he hadn't noticed — or even felt — before.

At first, he brushed it off as nothing more than a weakness, a fleeting moment of curiosity. But the more he tried to ignore it, the louder it became, until it was impossible to ignore any longer. It was a feeling, unfamiliar yet strangely comforting, like sunbathing on fresh grass. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, couldn't find the words to describe it, but it was there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

Suddenly it hit him, like a bolt of lightning. Could it be...? No, it couldn't. It was absurd, unthinkable, impossible. He was a god of love, he was here to help mortals not to fa… No, no, no. And yet, the more he tried to deny it, the more it seemed to make sense. He was definitely falling for you, for your laughter that echoed like music in his ears, for your smile that lit up even the darkest corners of his heart. It was a realization that sent his mind into a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty.

What did it mean? What was he supposed to do with these newfound feelings ? What was going to happen to you, your fate, his powers ? He felt torn, caught between the familiarity of the past and the uncertainty of the future. Part of him wanted to hold onto what he knew, to the comfort of familiarity, while another part yearned to embrace this new, unknown territory with open arms. But one thing was clear amidst the chaos of his thoughts: he couldn't ignore this feeling any longer. It was a part of him now, a piece of the puzzle that had been missing all along or messing with the stars. And whether it led him down a path of heartache, he knew he had to face it head-on, for better or for worse. He was scared, obviously. However, he would enjoy his final days with you, shoot his arrow and disappear. He would get another mission and drown his feelings, trying to forget about you for the rest of his immortal life…

Days passed by, slipping from his hands, and weekend was already there. He dressed himself up and headed to the party. As he was getting closer of his friend’s house, he felt his heart sinking. When he entered the place, the thumping bass reverberated through the crowded living room as Minho scanned the sea of faces, his heart pounding in his chest with a mix of excitement and gloom. He had promised himself that tonight would be the night he finally bonded you and Thomas for eternity, but now that the moment was upon him, doubt gnawed at his resolve like a persistent itch.

Spotting you across the room, your radiant smile lighting up the dimly lit space, Minho's breath caught in his throat. You looked absolutely stunning, your eyes sparkling with laughter — you seemed a bit tipsy too — as you mingled effortlessly with the other partygoers.

Determined to seize the opportunity before it slipped through his fingers, Minho made his way through the crowd, weaving between bodies. But just as he reached out to tap your shoulder, a voice cut through the din like a knife slicing through butter.

« Hey, Minho! What are you doing over here all by yourself ? »

Minho turned to find Felix grinning at him, a beer in hand and mischief dancing in his eyes. « Felix… What are you doing here ? »

Felix arched an eyebrow, his grin widening into a knowing smirk, except that his eyes felt low-key frightening. Minho had never seen that look on his face before. « Let me guess – you're trying to find Y/N, aren't you ? I hope it’s to do your job. Tomorrow is your last chance if you can’t do it tonight, which would honestly be a shame.»

Minho felt the heat rise to his cheeks, cursing himself for being so transparent. « Yeah, actually. I was hoping to talk to her. »

Felix chuckled, clapping Minho on the back in a gesture of camaraderie. « Talk to her about what exactly ? » he aggressively whispered. « You were right, Minho. The ancient gods noticed your weird behavior and they’re now asking for results. That’s why they sent me here tonight. Also, I hate to break it to you, but it looks like she's already found her right match."

Minho's heart sank like a stone as he followed Felix's gaze across the room, where you were engaged in animated conversation with none other than Thomas. His stomach churned with jealousy and disappointment as he watched you laugh and joke together, your easy proximity like a dagger to his heart.

Desperate to salvage the situation before it spiraled out of control, Minho racked his brain for a way to interrupt. But before he could formulate a plan, fate intervened in the cruelest of ways, as Thomas locked eyes with yours and began to make his way toward you with the inevitability of two stars on a collision course.

With a unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach, Minho realized that his efforts to keep you for himself would be in vain. And as he watched you both draw closer, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he had been fighting a losing battle all along.

But even as the bitter sting of defeat washed over him like a wave crashing against the shore, Minho knew that he couldn't give up hope just yet. For in matters of the heart, anything was possible – even miracles. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, he nearly sprinted in your direction, pushing away the guests and ignoring his brother’s screams.

With newfound determination burning bright within him, Minho felt prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. If there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that love was worth fighting for – even if it meant risking everything he held dear: his powers, his own life. Because what would happen if things weren’t turning the way they should ? He was going against destiny and it had messed up yours too. And, if he lost his powers, you would probably forgot about him since your friendship had, at first, been built on the illusions he had created.

And as the party raged on around him, Minho took a deep breath and stepped boldly between the two of you, stopping Thomas from achieving his move whether it was a hug or a kiss. The man seemed surprised and offended. « Yo… Do we know each other ? » he asked. « We don’t, but I'm here with her. » Minho held your hand in his, the warmth of his skin against your sending electricity into your veins. You looked at them, glaring at each other as a third guy — blond hair and an angelic face — approached you. Who was he and why it looked like he wanted to punch Minho in the face ? Focusing back on the brown haired boy and Thomas, you said « Minho, it’s fine we were just talking. » He turned his head, frowning, his grip on your hand strengthening. Yet, behind that visible annoyance, you could notice despair and softness in his eyes. « Well, I need to talk to you too. » Before you or Thomas could add a word, he made you follow him across the room. The blond guy was still following you but was struggling to slide between the students. You went upstairs, Minho was trying to find a place where people weren’t making out or throwing up. Eventually, a couple left one of the room, giving you the opportunity to get some privacy.

The love god closed the door behind you, letting your hand go. « I don’t have much time and I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen after but… I have to try. »

« What are you talking about ? » you chuckled nervously, your mouth getting dry. « Remember when I told you I’ve never loved anyone before ? » he asked. You nodded, anticipating. He walked closer to you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear in a tender gesture, looking at your face features as if trying to engrave them in his mind. « It took me long enough to admit it but I did… No, I do love someone. » « Oh… » you sounded disappointed, your heart starting to be torn into pieces until you felt your friend’s lips on yours. His hands cupped your face, your eyes widened as his were closing, a single tear threatening to fall anytime. Almost instantly, you drowned onto his touch, your lips moving in perfect sync as your fists were gripping his shirt. Your heart was beating so loudly that it echoed in your eardrum and you felt butterflies getting restless in the pit of your stomach.

A deep muffled voice could be heard from behind the walls as Minho delicately stepped away from you. As soon as his lips detached from yours, you started to miss them like you would miss oxygen to breathe. « Minho you know about Tho… » « Don’t worry » a tear was rolling down his cheek and he quickly whipped it. « I know you like him… But, I had to try… ». However, you didn’t feel that way about your old crush. You had a little something for him, yes, but the feeling you had for Minho was stronger than anything you had felt before. You loved him. « Minho I lo… » you couldn’t confess fully when the same innocent looking guy you had seen earlier crashed into the room.

« Minho. I hope you didn’t do anything stupid or… » however his face started to break down. Scared, you looked at Minho who was getting paler second after second. You rushed to support him as his knees felt weaker. He could feel it, his magic leaving his body. He felt so sleepy, the itch getting intense and your and Felix’s voices sounded faint. Felix cursed as he was walking toward you. « Don’t come closer ! » you warned him, not forgetting the way he looked at him before. Not listening to you, he put one of Minho’s arm around his shoulder and helped him laying down. « Wh-what are you doing ? We need to call an ambulance. » you stuttered. Felix bitterly laughed « Your mortals shit wouldn’t help him, now move aside. ».

Everything was becoming blurry and dark for the brown haired boy. Laid down, he could see Felix’s lips moving hastily, trying to cast a spell, while your hands were holding his left one tightly. « Mor… What ? ». The blond hair guy didn’t answer, his hands moving above Minho. You couldn’t see anything but the deity did. Slowly, a golden arrow was appearing on his brother’s hands, shining brightly.

You were done with this strange guy. With trembling hands, you took your phone and dialed the emergency number. Immediately, someone answered you and asked for the reason of your call.

« My friend is… He is really pale and… he doesn’t speak anymore. I… Yes, he’s breathing. No… »

Conversation kept going as you described his state, distracted and barely paying attention to Felix who was finally done casting his spell. The arrow weighted heavily on his hands, more than usual. He looked at his brother with uncertainty. The ancient gods gave him the mission to do the necessary to help Minho, no matter what, even if it had to cost him his life. His throat was burning and his hands were holding the arrow so firmly that his knuckles were turning white. With a gain of lucidity, Minho looked at Felix. Who would have thought that his biggest ally would turn out to be his greatest enemy, love itself. Minho knew what would happen if the angel was planting the arrow on his chest. He would die. It was created for mortals only and unique for each of them. Defying destiny was dangerous. Without his power he wouldn’t be able to live, he was doomed by a love curse.

« Do it. » he whispered, his words so faint he could barely hear them himself.

Felix looked at him, a frown on his face and teary eyes. The brown haired boy repeated his demand, more loudly this time. His brother closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, holding the arrow still, right above Minho’s heart. « Remember that you did this to yourself. » Felix’s deep voice broke. « I should have noticed your behavior… I’m sorry, brother. ».

Distracted by the sudden agitation at the corner of your eyes. You noticed that the blond hair guy was holding both his hands above your friend. Confused, you looked at them, not answering on the phone anymore. Suddenly, Felix slammed his fists on his brother’s chest.

The last things Minho could remember was your scream, you pushing Felix as his tears were falling on Minho’s face like a warm summer rain, his energy swirling in a thundery way around him, and the blinding light of the arrow painfully entering his rib cage. He wasn’t regretting his decision. He hoped his brother wouldn’t blame himself. As he said, Minho had did this to himself and, for as long as he could remember, he had never felt so alive. He was happy that he had been able to meet you, love you, share his feelings with you. It costed him his life, yet, he knew that it wouldn’t have been the same if you weren’t part of it. Fortunately, you would forget everything about this thanks to Felix. It would be like a blurry nightmare, nothing more, even if he secretly hoped a part of you would never forget about him. With some sort of contentment, he drowned into darkness.

Darkness. Sounds scary at first but felt familiar to Minho. After all, he had been wandering in their meanders for a long time before becoming a god of love. It felt cosy, like a nest. He didn’t have to think about anything, just let himself sail around. However, that peace wouldn’t last eternally. Slowly, a reddish light appeared, troubling his comatose state, pulling him out of this world.

Bip. Bip. Bip. His eyelids were trembling as he tried to come to his senses. Opening his eyes, he noticed where the sound was coming from. A cardiac monitor was near, perfusions were attached to his wrist. Was he at the hospital ? How was it possible ? And what was that muffled noise ? Scanning his surrounding, he saw him. Felix. His face lighting up as his brother was awaking. He could tell that he was definitely fighting the urge to hold him, scared to hurt him.

« Minho! I… I can’t believe you did it… » he sputtered.

The brown haired boy was confused. « W-why am I here ? » he asked with a hoarse voice. Surprised by it, he brought his hand to his throat. Felix’s face lost his brightness as he started to explain what happened. When the ancient gods sent his brother to bring him back to reason, they also knew that, once every thousand years, a love god could fall for someone. In the manuscripts, few were the ones who survived, most of them loosing their powers before they could do anything except one case. The love god realizing the situation they were in, they decided to shoot the arrow toward themselves, the weapon absorbing all the power but not their soul.

« This is why they told me to do this. They didn’t explain why until I came back… The arrow saved you however… » Felix seemed to hesitate.

« What ? » Minho breathed out.

« You’re a mortal now. »

The blond haired man seemed sorry, it was some sort of punishment for going against fate. Minho wasn’t. He had a second chance to meet you.

« Y/N. How is she ? Does she and Thomas…» he expectantly asked, hope lacing his voice as he tried to sit up properly, in vain, his muscles still weak. Felix softly smiled at his brother. « She’s doing great. And, no, they’re not bonded… ». A sigh of relief escaped Minho’s mouth. « She doesn’t remember me, right ? » he asked, sappy. The angel shook his head. Of course. He had erased her memories with the brown haired boy. Seeing the sadness creeping up Minho’s face, Felix started to rummage into the bag he had across his chest. Finding what he was looking for, he handed them to Minho.

« Here. Welcome to your new life. »

Papers. Lee Minho. Twenty five years old. Born in South Korea. He looked at the angel, baffled. Was it real ?

« Oh! And you’re starting your final year of university this autumn. You better be ready. » Felix added.

« Excuse me ? » Minho groaned.

Several months later.

The crisp morning air was filled with the buzz of anticipation as students hurriedly made their way to their respective classrooms. You rushed through the throng of students, not wanting to be late for your first day. You glanced at your schedule, confirming the room number for your first class of the semester.

As you approached the corridor where your class was to be held, you noticed a figure leaning casually against the wall, engrossed in a book. His rugged charm caught your eye, and you couldn't help but steal a few glances as you neared him. His deep concentration on the book intrigued you. You have never seen him taking this class before. Was he a new student ?

With a hesitant smile, you cleared your throat softly, catching the attention of the young man. He looked up, his gaze meeting yours, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Hi, sorry to bother you," you began, your voice soft and friendly. « Do you know if this is where the Literature class is supposed to meet? »

The young man's eyes twinkled with amusement as he closed his book, revealing a cover adorned with intricate designs in a language you didn’t know. "Yes, it is. I'm actually headed there myself," he replied, his voice warm and inviting.

Relief washed over you as you returned his smile. "Great, thank you. I'm Y/N, by the way," you introduced yourself, extending your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Minho," he replied, accepting your handshake with a gentle grip.

Your brief introduction was interrupted by the sound of the classroom door opening nearby, signaling the start of the class. You looked at your watch, realizing you were running out of time.

"Well, it looks like we better head in," you said with a nod towards the open door.

Minho agreed, falling into step beside you as you made your way into the classroom together. As you found seats near each other, you couldn't shake the feeling of serendipity that hung in the air. You didn’t know him, yet, you felt a deep connection and a sensation of deja-vu.

As the professor began the lesson, you stole another glance at Minho, captivated by his features and feeling grateful for the unexpected connection fate had brought you that morning.

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The Bitter Truth || Bi-Han

Warning(s): female reader insert (former Lin Kuei member), magic-user (sound manipulation), anger, betrayal, reader can fight, blood and gore, taunting, set after the game, canon tower ending, rough sex, branding, make-outs, fingering, Bi-Han is a dick.

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No Minor's Allowed!!

“A mission? For me?”

Your tone, due to the voice-altering mask you are wearing sounds almost robotic despite your uncertainty.

Kuai Liang nods.

“Do you doubt your talents?”

You do not, but since your defect from the Lin Kuei, due to Bi-Han’s treachery, you do not have trust in yourself. Your heart is full of rage and no amount of meditation has quelled it.

With a deep unsteady breath, you shake your head.

“By my oath, I will complete any mission given to me. I swear to it.”

“I don't doubt you will,” Kuai Liang states. “But while you are out there, you must steel your heart. This mission is of the utmost importance to us, as a new clan and as protectors of Earthrealm.”

You understand. You do. Chased from your home, you along with the defectors were forced to flee to Japan. If not for Harumi Shirai offering refuge, then you and the others would surely be killed.

Even so, this transition did not go over easily with you. It hurts to lose your home; to lose him. No, Bi-Han was not your lover, but you strongly admired him. He was your Grandmaster, a man who gave your life purpose. Then he betrayed you.

Of course, you are still sore about it.

“You have my word,” you utter.

So long as the mission goes as planned.

–

Things have come full circle, you note, as you and a handful of assassins trek the snow-covered peak toward the Ying Fortress, the same fortress that tested your oath to the Lin Kuei, forcing you to defect.

Since the Dragon Army fell and the Soul Stealers were left inoperable, the icy fortress has been abandoned.

It is no threat to Earthrealm, as of yet, however, several battalions rest within; the nine hundred or more that was promised to Bi-Han. While there are no souls to possess the dormant army, Lord Liu Kang is concerned that Lin Kuei will attempt to utilize them.

Trafficking in such strong magic would draw Lord Liu Kang’s attention.

It's the reason you and the brothers do not think Bi-Han will attempt to gather them but as the God of Fire had stated, ‘It is better to be cautious’. And you agree.

Once at the top of the mountain, you marvel at the serene glow surrounding the fortress. It's ethereal, something you do not expect from a two-thousand-year-old burial ground - give or take - but even places of death can be beautiful. The afternoon sun brings some warmth, but not enough to melt the thick icicles clinging to the buildings and surrounding equipment.

You imagine in the day, during the rise of the Ying Dynasty, it was a sight to behold.

But I am not here to sightsee.

Positioning three assassins around the fortress, you order the other two to follow you inside. It's much colder in the treasure room without the smelters running. Gold koins lie in heaps on the floor, a temptation you consider, but ultimately decline.

“Remain here. I will not be but a minute,” you order, continuing down the hall toward the burial chamber.

Inside the tomb, you pause and glance around. It is quiet, far too quiet. While the number of guards is less than before, there are still too many to account for. But fortunately, there seems to be no life left in the chamber. The green aura of their souls no longer permeates their bodies.

No one seems to have returned here since Titan Shang Tsung was defeated. That is fortunate.

To be sure, you walk up the stairs onto the first raised platform, checking down rows for movement. The sentries are like statues, however, you do not let down your guard. Any of Earthrealm's enemies could be lying in wait. Yet even after revealing yourself, no one makes a move to attack you.

Certain that no one is in the tomb, you turn and walk back to the treasure room. The two assassins you left rejoin you, and without a word, you motion for them to follow. However, something odd catches your attention.

Near the rafters, you notice a torn banner clinging on with might and main. A strong wind could blow it down, however, it is stiff, as if it is frozen solid. Upon further observation, you realize that it is. You narrow your eyes in suspicion and follow the rafters across the room to the far corner. The wood and nearby wall are iced over, and to make matters worse, it seems to be spreading. You can hear the sharp crack as it forms.

But how? It's not nearly cold enough–

You widen your eyes in realization.

“Get out of the way!”

You shove the nearest assassin aside, leaping out of the way, but the other does not react quickly enough. An unrefined spear of ice pierces the assassin in the chest at a 45-degree angle, bowing their upper body backward in such a savage way that their spine snaps in a loud and horrifying crack. They are instantly killed.

A flash of twilight blue leaps down from the rafters and lands in front of you. A deep-seated rage fills your heart as your former grandmaster stares you down with narrowed eyes.

“Sub-Zero,” you utter.

You are shocked that he is here. His greed knows no bounds.

“You came for the guardians.” You pause to snort in contempt. “Have you no honor?”

“You are ill-informed,” Bi-Han states with a sneer.

How so?

“There is no other reason for you to be here. While wary of your actions, Lord Liu Kang was–”

“Silence!” Bi-Han interrupts. “Your prattling is irksome. A dog barking on behalf of their owner.”

You tighten your jaw in irritation. He has no right to chide you. It is the clan’s responsibility to protect Earthrealm, not lead it like a God. What led his code of honor astray?

“Turn yourself in Bi-Han,” you plead. With your mask on, it sounds like a command, one he seems not to take kindly to. “If not for your brothers, then for me.”

Raising his arm, you watch in apprehension as his limb from the gauntlet up ices over.

So, he wants a fight.

You adjust the plates in your mask using a switch on the side to resonate with your voice, altering its shape, and while your heartbeat is erratic, you are ready to put an end to this.

Steel your heart.

Taking a fighting stance, you wait for Bi-Han to make the first move. And he does not disappoint. Creating a spear of ice, he launches at you, freezing the ground beneath his feet. You leap to the side to avoid it, falling into a roll.

Once you are back on your feet, you watch as he clashes with the assassin, impaling them with the spear and slamming them onto the ground. To avoid another unnecessary death, you run forward and aim to take him down with a flying scissor kick. You wrap your legs around his head and use your momentum to toss him off his feet and onto his back. Then for the sake of trying, you slam your heel into his chest before you roll back onto your feet again.

Bi-Han sits up and narrows his eyes at you. The look chills you to the bone. He quickly stands and to avoid a direct onslaught from him, you backpedal, but to your shock, he goes after the assassin again. The said clan member does well to avoid his direct hits, but they are nowhere as skilled as the Grandmaster.

Constructing an ice klone, he sends it forward, striking them with a straight punch to the chest. The assassin falls back onto the floor with a groan of pain and while they attempt to stand, he freezes them solid.

An icy chill much colder than the room permeates the air and without remorse, Bi-Han hurls a ball of ice at them. Their body from the waist up shatters with a loud gruesome crack and a gush of blood rains down, shooting from their corpse.

You tighten your jaw. This is not good.

Turning his fierce eyes toward you, he swiftly shoots an ice ball in your direction intent on freezing you over, but unlike the assassin, you know how to easily deal with this sure-hit special move. You take a deep breath and then release a sonic scream that shatters the ice. A cool mist tosses your hair, but none of the shards reach you.

“Your potential is wasted with Kuai Liang,” Bi-Han states.

You narrow your eyes.

“And what? Better served to a traitor who has lost his honor.”

“You misplace your loyalty,” Bi-Han sneers. He brings his hands together and shapes a wall of jagged ice behind him. “I shall shatter them.”

Is he delusional? He knows nothing of loyalty but to himself. This sense of egotism boils your blood. Taking a deep breath you let out another scream that shatters the ice behind the cryomancer. He groans and grips his ears in pain while you close the distance, striking him in the head with a butterfly kick.

Bi-Han stumbles back, but quickly regains his footing, moving into a fighting stance. He easily blocks a straight punch from you, then connects with one of his own, adding a bit of chill to it. You fall back into a squat, catching yourself from falling onto your ass on the floor, then once he's within range you toss your body back into a flip, kicking him in the chest and away from you.

The cryomancer brushes off his tabard and dashes at you with a short-range ice klone, but as you shatter it with a sonic scream, he leaps into the air and lands a kick on you, knocking you back onto the floor.

“I'm not impressed,” Bi-Han scoffs.

How can he be so cruel? You would have bled for him. Despite your best efforts to control your irritation, you sit up and release a sonic scream that shakes the rafters. Bi-Han is knocked back and while he grabs his ears, you stand and walk towards him.

Raising your leg, you knee him hard in the stomach. Then without hesitation, you slam your fist into the side of his head, freeing his mask in the process. Blinded by your anger, you do not notice the air turns icy until it is too late. A ball of ice to the stomach knocks you off your feet and onto the floor, forcing the air from your lungs. You cough, rolling onto your side. If Bi-Han had been aiming to kill you, he could have easily.

So why didn't he?

Noticing him approaching, you force yourself back onto your feet, intent on hitting him with another sonic scream if you are able, but before you can take in a breath, Bi-Han lifts his arm and wraps his hand around your throat. You gasp for air and grab his arm, but you are unable to remove it. His grip is unbelievable.

You consider a point-blank scream, but you aren't sure that it would not hurt him. The worst-case scenario would be to rupture his eardrums, but if he is intent on choking you to death, then this is the only choice you have. Tightening your jaw, you roughly take in a breath, but the heated look on the cryomancer’s face halts you.

“Scream and it will be your last,” Bi-Han threatens.

The icy chill of his hand brings goosebumps to your skin, an evident warning. You do not doubt that he will freeze your throat if you disobey him, so you release your held breath. His grip eases, but only enough for you to take in shallow breaths.

Bi-Han narrows his eyes.

“Your rage blinds you.”

You bite your tongue. This is rich coming from him, someone who let his anger toward Lord Liu Kang consume him. It's strange though. He clearly dislikes his brothers, so why does he not share the same intense emotion toward you?

I want to know.

But you do not dare ask. Instead, you bring up the second matter at hand.

“If not for the Dragon King’s Army…then what? Why did you come here?”

“That is none of your concern,” Bi-Han answers. “But know that we do not need the aid of the Dragon Army to rule Earthrealm.”

So, it was true. What power did the Lin Kuei possess? It had to be more powerful than the army. You narrow your eyes.

“I don't believe you.”

Bi-Han yanks you closer. If not for his arm, you would be leaning against his chest. Still, he is too close for comfort. An embarrassed heat spreads across your face.

“Are you not loyal to me?” He asks. Raising his other arm, he frees the mask from your face. “After all I have done.”

How dare he.

“I owe you nothing,” you argue. Tightening your hands around his arm, you stare heatedly into his dark eyes.

“You owe me more than Kuai Liang,” Bi-Han points out.

It isn't about who owes what though. Yes, it was Bi-Han who brought you into the Lin Kuei, trained and shaped you, but his greed was too overwhelming. Even now he expects more.

You snort.

“You value recognition over responsibility. The principles you taught me, Kuai Liang would never forsaken. Or ask me too.”

Bi-Han raises a brow.

“It's evident why my little brother favors you so. Obedient, easy to manipulate…swift to spread your legs for him.”

Is he serious? Your face heats up. Where did this lewd way of thinking come from? Is he jealous? You laugh.

“I never took you for a jealous man, Bi-Han, but it makes sense now.”

His hand tightens around your throat in warning, making you groan. Despite the danger he poses, you can't help but taunt him.

“Does it rattle you that I chose Kuai Liang as my Grandmaster over you, after everything you have done for me? Did you expect me to get on my knees for you? I am not your precious Sektor.”

You have had about enough of him. There is no way you plan to join him. The icing on the cake comes after. You know it is petty, but you are mad. Why must you have to steel your heart when it comes to a greedy, self-absorbed man like him?

“You think I'm promiscuous? Perhaps you are jealous that I never spread my legs for you.”

A surprised silence fills the air. You realize too late what this means; too late that you had set the stage for him. In hindsight, perhaps you wanted it to come to this.

Releasing your throat, Bi-Han grabs your face and tilts your head to his advantage, forcing you to look at him.

“I admit regret.”

For what? You widen your eyes in disbelief. The answer is staring you in the face.

“I'm not promiscuous.”

Bi-Han hums.

The other hand he used to yank down your mask, he slips between your thighs, vigorously grasping you through your pants. You shiver in response, taking in a deep uneasy breath. Shit. This is not the reaction you expected.

“Such resistance,” he mocks.

You narrow your eyes heatedly at him. For fucks sake. You want more than ever to punch him in the face. If only he was not kneading your sex like a sore muscle. Your mind and body are not in sync. Though perhaps they are and it is taking you longer to admit that this is the attention you always wanted from Bi-Han.

Breathing heavily through your nose, you avert your attention. Not even the shattered body of the second assassin deters you from taking pleasure in this.

“Look at me,” Bi-Han orders.

You do so, almost robotically. It must be muscle memory. The man in question stares at your face for a moment as he fondles you, and then he pulls your head in and presses his chapped lips against yours in a rough kiss.

Restless, you open your mouth and softly touch your tongue against his bottom lip. Bi-Han seems uncertain as if he did not intend for you to react so welcoming to him, but he soon opens his mouth and presses his tongue against yours. With the control back in his favor, he tilts your head and leads the kiss. You hum in relief. However, the brooding Grandmaster is not keen on romance or intimacy; this is obvious.

He removes his hand from your sex, much to your displeasure, and forces his fingers into the waistband of your pants, yanking them down past your hips and ass. A chill bites at your naked skin, but as Bi-Han tugs aside your underwear and sinks a finger into your pussy, you soon forget about the cold air. Your legs buckle and your stomach tightens.

It's strange given the circumstances, but you know you certainly should not be enjoying this as much as you are. What will Kuai Liang and Lord Liu Kang think of you? Not much, you assume. And honestly neither do you, but you can not help yourself.

This man is the bane of your existence, and yet, he is a bad habit you can not kick.

His tongue tastes sweet like green tea, a flavor you find suits him despite his toxic demeanor. A moment ago he implied that you were hot for his brother, but this does not deter you; it riles you and pushes you to show him how much he wants you. It's obvious in the way he tongue kisses you like he's desperate to show you the same thing.

Sliding out of your footwear, you lean against Bi-Han as you wiggle your hips in an attempt to remove your pants. If he would move his fingers, you would take your underwear off too. You grip the hand that is clung to your face and break from the kiss, leaning back the best you can.

“My clothes, let me take them off for you.”

Bi-Han gauges you. The look on his face shows that he is suspicious. He has every right to be. If he were anyone else, you would have attacked them already. Sliding your hand down between your thighs, you cover his hand through your underwear, squeezing it.

“You can feel how much I want this, right?” You utter.

The Grandmaster narrows his eyes in response, but removes his hand and steps back to give you space. He watches you carefully as you undress, though due to the mountain air, you only remove what you need to.

Bare from the waist down, you leisurely walk back to him, resting your hands on his chest.

“Did you bare yourself like this to my brother?” Bi-Han asks spitefully.

You consider kneeing him in the chest. Whatever. If he wants to be nasty, then so shall you.

“Do you also wish to know how he fucked me? That is nosy of you.”

Bi-Han curls his nose in disgust, an action that prompts a grin from you.

“He who makes assumptions is foolish.”

Without a warning, he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you off your feet with ease. You gasp in shock and cling to him like a scared animal, trying to wrap your mind around the sudden action. Once the fear has faded and you are certain that he is not about to body slam you onto the ground, you wrap your legs around him and lean back to give him a heated look.

If not for his erection pressing against you then you would assume that he was not into this.

I suppose I am the foolish one.

Of course, he is into it. Even a man like Bi-Han can take pleasure in sex. And what is better than turning your enemy into a writhing mess? What he fails to see, however, is that you have an advantage here.

Sliding your hand into his pants, you take hold of him, leisurely stroking his shaft up and down. His muscles tighten beneath you and to your sheer delight, Bi-Han quietly groans. You quicken your pace, hoping to draw more from him, but he selfishly shifts you in his arms, using a free hand to slide his pants down past his waist.

You feel the head of his cock align with your sex a moment before he thrusts into you, shifting you again so that your legs are resting on his forearms. Used against you, your body sinks to the base, folded up in a way that makes it difficult to breathe well. Even though you are a little wet, his girth stretches your walls almost painfully, making you feel thoroughly full. You tighten your jaw, suppressing a groan. There isn’t much you can do in this position but wrap your arms around his shoulders and take whatever he gives you.

He had to have known that by doing this, you would be at his mercy. It both excites and infuriates you.

Pressing you close to him, he uses one hand to prevent you from falling back; the other grasps your ass as he begins to vigorously bounce you on his cock.

Your lips part and embarrassingly a desperate moan escapes. For fucks sake. You did not expect it to be like this. It is surprisingly intimate this close to him. You do not know where to look. And honestly, you don't want to give Bi-Han the honor of seeing how undone he is making you feel.

But do I have a choice?

Even your body enjoys embarrassing you. The lewd wet slaps permeating the still cold air make your face heat up. Each quick breath that pours from you sends out a wisp of fog, but you can not help it.

He feels so good.

The amount of stamina Bi-Han must have to fuck you like this is incredible. He does not appear to be breaking a sweat at all, though laces of his hair have escaped his bun, bouncing against his face as he thrusts into you.

For a moment, you forget how much pain he has caused you. The pleasure surging through your body is too real. It consumes you, so much so the world around you begins to contort in a saturated blur. You realize too late that tears pour down your heated face.

“Dry your eyes,” Bi-Han demands sternly.

You bite back an insult.

“Can't…not yet.”

When did he become so cruel?

“You would ignore an order?” He asks.

What is his deal? You give him a heated look.

“You're not my Grandmaster anymore, Bi-Han,” you sneer. Your tone cracks a bit as you lower it. “Just fuck me…please. I need you like this.”

The man in question does not make a rebuttal. You are not sure if this means the end for you or not, but you close your eyes and relish the feeling of being this close to him. To your relief, he does not falter or stop.

You whine as the pressure in your lower body increases. But it's not nearly enough. Not yet. You rely on Bi-Han’s strength to keep you upright, sinking a hand between your thighs to tease your clit in small, deep rotations. It does not take long for the pressure to build to the point where you orgasm.

Your eyes roll back as waves of pleasure wash over you. It feels intense; all-consuming, like everything and nothing at the same time. But it only lasts for a minute before the feeling fades and you crash land back into reality.

Leaning forward, you rest against Bi-Han as he continues to fuck you. Like this, you are aware of the bitter cold nipping at your skin and the sting of his nails as they bite into your right ass cheek. It hurts a bit, but you do not entirely mind it.

Little by little, you feel his muscles start to tense. He does not make much of a noise as he comes; the only indication you have is when he suddenly slides from you, leaving you feeling empty and sore.

For a moment, the two of you remain in place but once you have caught your breath, you lift your head, wiping away the tears.

“Put me down.”

Bi-Han grunts in annoyance, but instead of arguing with you, he releases your shaking legs one at a time and sets you back on the floor. Your foot makes contact with something wet and cold and upon further investigation, you realize that you stepped in his cum.

At least he didn't shoot it inside me.

Retrieving your clothes, you use your underwear to clean yourself off until you can take a bath. You watch in suspicion, unsure of what to do, as the man in front of you redresses and slips back on his mask. Is he going to attack you? Or leave you be?

Before you can slide on your pants, Bi-Han approaches you. Shit. He wants a second round. You take a fighting stance, but he unexpectedly grabs your arm and yanks you forward.

Standing so close to him, you can not understand what he is going to do until an extremely hot pain shoots up your side. No, it isn't hot. It is gelid. You scream out in pain and attempt to jerk away from him, but Bi-Han crushes you against his chest.

“Resist and I will do more than mark you,” he states.

He's marking you.

It fucking hurts.

Your side is on fire. Tears leak down your face as you sob in pain, then it is over. Bi-Han releases you and you fall to the floor, feeling faint. Across your skin is a burn in the shape of a handprint; it is already starting to blister.

“Are you out of your mind?!” You cry out.

Bi-Han narrows his eyes.

“You are in denial. It's clear to me where your loyalty lies, and until you come to terms with the bitter truth, I'll leave you with that reminder.”

Denial. What does he mean?

“What bitter truth?” You ask with a sneer.

Instead of giving you an answer, he turns and walks toward the entrance.

“Bi-Han…BI-HAN!”

How can he just leave you with so many unanswered questions? And in this mindset. You still do not know why he came here. Clutching your clothes in your hand, you hold back your anger, ignoring the pleasant ache in your core he left you with.

Perhaps I do know what he means.

The bitter truth is you care far too much for him to turn your back on him. But his views are too immoral to ignore. As for the other questions, you are sure you will have a run-in with him again.

But what will I do?

Only time will tell.

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