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jinhyun · 7 months

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Omggggg

Lino and the "friends? Why are you looking at me like that?" prompt, where he asks reader what they are, and is finally frustrated (and whipped) enough to come clean about his feelings, after some time in their fwb/situationship, or wtv they had going on

Like some angsty (or maybe funny?) thing, with a happy ending obviously, it's all up to you if it's something you're interested in writing :)

Love your works, hope you're doing great love!!

"What are we?"

"Friends?" you answered in a heartbeat.

And maybe your answer had come just a little too fast for his liking; like you were too fucking sure of the fact that the two of you were just friends.

Not even the way your head had tilted as you spoke, or how your tone had come out as more of a questioning one, was enough to convince him you were not entirely sure of your answer either.

Minho remained silent, staring at you intensely enough to let you know with his eyes alone that he was not pleased at all.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, voice almost like a whisper.

He shrugged, taking his eyes off you and focusing on the door instead — the locked doorknob only seeming oh-so-ironic by then.

"Minho?" you pushed it, following his eyes and growing nervous at the sight of the cynical smile curving up his mouth.

"It's just funny, I guess" he finally replied, eyes fixing back on you. "I'm pretty sure friends don't lock themselves in the bathroom just so they can make out while all their friends are downstairs. I guess I got it all wrong".

"Stop it," you mumbled, grabbing his wrist when he tried to reach for the doorknob. "Are you really mad right now?"

"Should I not?" he raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I don't know, I..." you took a deep breath, not understanding how it all went wrong so fast. "I thought this is what you wanted? We were good like this? No strings attached?"

"Maybe at first, but things have changed now" he stated, looking into your eyes for some kind of confirmation. "Am I really the only one who feels that everything's changed between us?"

He wasn't. So, you let him know by lowering your head.

It had all started with a drunken kiss that later turned into more, but neither of you were stupid enough not to realise that the alcohol intoxicating your systems had only given you the little push you needed to do what you both had wanted to for a good while by then.

So, the next time it happened, neither of you needed to use alcohol as an excuse. And after that it just kept happening — over and over, like it was the most natural of things between you two.

You had never sat down to discuss the grounds of whatever this new dynamic of yours was. You were just friends who enjoyed the intimacy of each other's bodies, and you were okay with it so far. Your friendship didn't have to change because of it.

But it did.

Before you could even tell, it did; and you both were left feeling like the kisses you shared and the touches that made you come undone in a matter of minutes, meant something deeper than just two friends having fun together.

It was unspoken, but there had been a switch in your relationship; and although neither of you had been brave enough to bring it up —until now—, you both had welcomed it with open arms.

"Are we really just friends?" He asked.

You laughed under your breath, weakly. Still too stunned by the sudden question.

"What's so funny?" He frowned.

"Nothing," you shook your head, looking up to meet his eyes. "I just, never thought you'd care about labels".

"Well, obviously I'd care when Chan is trying to set you up with one of his friends".

That's when it hit you, why he had dragged you upstairs only a couple of minutes after the whole 'dating' topic was discussed — crashing his mouth against yours the moment the door was closed and cornering you against the sink, where he would later sit you down on.

Most importantly, however, it hit you why the question that was looking to define your relationship had so smoothly ran past his lips.

Smiling, you took a hold of his wrists, pulling him closer and placing them on your waist, before your arms snaked around his neck.

"So this is just you wanting to have some kind of claim on me?"

"I wouldn't call it a claim on you," he disagreed, softly caressing your sides with his thumbs out of utter habit. "Just, don't want you to go out with other people".

"Just say you fell for me and go" you smirked.

"Shut up..." he sighed, gently letting his forehead rest on yours. "But you're mine, though".

You could hardly hold back a squeal at the sound of those words abandoning his mouth, but you somehow managed to by biting your lip and shaking your head in defeat as a wide smile tried to break through. "Didn't you just answer your own question now?"

"Nope, I just said you're mine" he pulled you closer, tightening his hold on your waist. "Still don't know what we are".

You sighed, lovingly this time. It almost felt like a dream, where you got what you had wanted all along. Almost too surreal to believe this was reality.

"All of this because Channie vaguely mentioned setting me up with one of his mates?" You couldn't help but incredulously let out.

"Yes, now give me a proper answer".

"Why don't you take me out on a date first?" you proposed. "You know, like, a proper boyfriend and girlfriend date?"

You could see the way he beamed at the mention of said labels; he did not try to hide it at all. "And then I'll have my answer?"

You smiled, tenderly brushing your lips against his. "And then you'll have your answer".

Laughing under his breath as his hands cupped your face and his thumb traced your bottom lip, he whispered a small 'okay' before he closed the gap between your mouths.

Just like that, closing the deal.

"And you better not hit me with the friends bullshit again, becau—"

You shut him up with another kiss. One that would last longer, and that was enough for him to know you would never try to deny the obvious feelings between the two of you again.

#skz #stray kids #lee know #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #lee know imagines #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #lee know reactions #lee minho #skz minho #i'm not sure if this is what you wanted but i hope you enjoy! tysm for requesting!!

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feelbokkie · 1 year

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Random texts with bf!Minho

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff, angst if you squint, slight crack

pov: 1st/2nd person (depends on how you view it)

description: random text with your boyfriend Minho (some texts are inspired by pinterest)

pairing: minho x reader

warnings: swearing

word count: n/a

screenshot count: 9

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Buy me a coffee?

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lilmisssona · 4 months

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⋆˙✮⋆˙ Minho As Your Bf! Insta Stories ⋆˙✮⋆˙

A/N : This is my first peice of work, So I hope you like it. Please comment your thoughts and reblog if you like. Bear with me for any grammatical errors as english is not my first language (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Resuse and Translation Not Allowed 🙅‍♀️🚫

Warnings : Fluffy Minho, ( 🩸 ) In one slide , downbad y/n (｡- .•) Enjoy!

(Continued here)

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lino-nyangi · 1 year

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how would minho be w yn if she had her period

i imagine him getting the cats in bed w yn and cuddling for hours

hi my love! oooh hot take incoming

warnings: food, suggestive if you squint. not proofread.

while i think he would do that if it happens to be on one of his days off, i don't think he would go out of his way to take a day off just because of that. sure he'll cuddle and kiss you in the morning, make breakfast but then kiss you goodbye before going out for the day— simply because i think it's not that big of a deal. periods suck, but they happen every month (for people with regular cycles) and so after living together for a while, they've become a part of his routine just as much as they are of yours.

he doesn't have siblings so maybe he will be on panic mode for the first few months, as it might be new to him and he doesn't know what he can do to help. minho's love language is acts of service and he doesn't like seeing you in pain. but when you explain things to him, he picks up on it very quickly— just like he does with everything about you.

you bet your ass he now has your cycle tracking app. if he sees that you forgot to stock up on sanitary products and it's coming in a few days, he does that for you without a single word said, just like milk or fabric softener. he doesn't strike me as a man who would embarrassed to check out with them in his cart. it's just a product, you need it, he loves you, so what's the big deal? he also likes keeping the app for... reasons.

minho likes looking after you every day and it's no different on your period, it's just a bit more straightforward then other days where he likes to tease you a bit before giving you that hug or kiss.

he always hopes you get it on weekends so you can get your much needed rest. but if it's here on a week day and you have to show up at work, he'll make sure you have your food and meds in the morning then call to check in with you at lunch to do it again.

people experience periods very differently and something i don't see talked about a lot is when you don't have any appetite on your period. tbh just the idea of ice cream or food in general in that state makes me sick, my sense of smell also gets more sensitive so i can't stand anything. if i don't have someone to remind/ force me to eat, i could go through the whole day like that. but it's only because the cramps are too bad that it distracts you from feeling the hunger? your body still needs fuel, especially in this state. and minho will make sure you're fed, probably with something mild tasting and nutritious so it doesn't throw you off. if he's home with no where to go and you're really tired, he's spoon feeding you while wrapped in a blanket burrito, no questions asked.

he'll try to make it easy on you, taking care of any responsibilities you had planned for the day (if they can't be postponed). you already know cooking is on him. laundry? it's hung up to dry before you even finish the sentence. you need to run an errand outside that he can replace you for? he'll do it. because it's second nature to him, not just because you're on your period.

on days where he needs to leave for work, he does keep the cats by your side, one of them curled up on your stomach to warm you up. probably also makes sure there is food at home that you can easily heat up, or send delivery to your flat from work.

when he comes back he will cuddle you for the whole evening, just using your period as a convenient excuse. spoons you from behind and keeps a warm hand on your belly, gently rubbing soothing circles when the cramps get bad. his other hand is laced with yours, his face impossibly soft when you grab on it tightly and whimper. kisses your neck and nuzzles your hair to distract you from the pain. will also gladly massage your sensitive breasts if you ask him to. once the symptoms aren't as bad anymore, he'll turn on one of your comfort shows to watch while cuddling.

oh he also wouldn't make a deal out of you staining the sheets, it's literally whatever. he probably has them replaced already when you step out of the bathroom.

i think overall he would like to make it known to you that he doesn't mind it at all, considering how ridiculously stigmatized and frowned upon periods are in society in general, like it's not human nature. whenever you feel bad or embarrassed, he reassures you nonchalantly in the blink of an eye like the cultured man he is. he's not very verbal but if you need to hear it, he'll tell you how he thinks you're so strong and brave for dealing with that every month.

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itgirlgyu · 10 months

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when you catch the stray kids smoking!

Ⳋ.𐬹 stray kids x gn! reader. GENRE ! ˏ`crack, hc.

WARNING!!! well there's smoking, and some of the kids lie sauurr

BANGCHAN...

Doesn't smoke actual cigarettes.

Vapes instead.

When he was caught with it, he tried to act like it was a mouth organ instead.

His vape flavors are absolutely horrendous tho

Like bro got one that's organic and another one that's like spinach flavor or something because it's the safest.

MINHO....

Doesn't give two shits about getting caught to be honest.

Will try to flex his skills though.

Tries to make smoke rings in your face.

But fails and has a whole coughing fit while arching his back and hand on the waist with his tongue out.

CHANGBIN...

Yeets it off in the distance.

Tries to gaslights you into thinking it's a herbal vapor treatment for sore muscles.

tries to get away by saying the only thing that is smoking, is his body and love for u.

HYUNJIN...

Tried to smoke for the aesthetics.

Was like bro, 'I'm such a smoker.'

Was shocked to find out that you have to inhale the smoke.

Turns out he never smoked properly ever

So you're legally not allowed to reprimand him.

JISUNG...

Straight up denies that it's a cigarette.

Acts like someone has lied to him saying that it's some good stuff that will help him relax.

Feigns innocence and starts clinging to you.

Promises to never touch one again

FELIX...

Have you listened to his voice?

man sounds like he's a chain smoker from the past 5 lifetimes.

No one is going to be surprised if he's caught with one if we're being honest.

SEUNGMIN...

Blames it on Minho for being a bad influence.

JEONGIN...

He's caught the moment he holds his first cigarette.

Starts panicking.

Swallows the unlit cigarette whole.

Cries at night when he suffers from a stomach but refuses to come clean.

Clings to a pillar with tears rushing down his eyes to prevent you from dragging him to the E.R.

an... sometimes i get dumb ideas and i just have to write it even tho idk what to write and im feeling very delirious bc of the fever hahaha.

©ITGIRLGYU '23, feedbacks are appreciated.

'PERM TAGLIST / @full-sunnies, @impureperhaps @1921choi @wonioml @jisungsdaydreamer

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sadienita · 1 year

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you asked skz to send you reminders to drink water

chan: Good afternoon, angel! Please have a sip of water if you haven't in a while. I'll have some too! It's good for both of us❤️❤️I love you so much!

minho:🥤⏰(also pls pick up more cat litter thx)

changbin: Hello my darling! It's time for you to drink some water. Of course if you came to the gym with my like you promised then i could feed you water AND snacks and you wouldn't even have to lift a finger. Too bad😔there's no one here to feed. No one to hug. No one to see me being incredibly hot and sexy while I work out. What a shame😔

hyunjin: Hello my dearest! I love you to🌙back and need you to remember to have some water. I hope you're having a good day❤️

jisung: listen in MY DEFENSE before you say anything I have been WORKING (and maybe watching a little anime but DONT change the subject with me) and i know its 10pm already and actually all i had today was a coffee and like 3 coke zeros so my blood is probably just caffeine and aspartame ACTUALLY you should be taking care of me and making sure I drink water.😤also i demand cuddles as an apology

felix: Hello babie!! pls pls have some🥤and if you drink your whole water bottle i'll make you brownies! okay? okay! love u!!

seungmin: The human body is supposed to be 70% water. Is yours?👀

jeongin: my alarm went off an hour ago to remind you but uhhhh i might have ignored it IM SORRY anyway drink some water u thirsty bitch😎(if you laughed, good. if you didn't, jisung made me say that)

#okaie last one #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #skz imagines #bang chan reactions #lee know reactions #changbin reactions #hyunjin reactions #han reactions #felix reactions #seungmin reactions #i.n. reactions

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starlostseungmin · 1 year

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— friends, lmh.

pairing: minho x gn!reader genre: angst warnings: profanity, kissing, minho is a jerk, not proofread. word count: 1.1k notes: here's the lee know angst i promised. lol. it's from the poll, but anyway, i've got a short free time tonight so here it is! don't forget to comment and reblog! thank you lovely ♡

his back met the white wall painfully as you pushed him against it. a wince of pain from his mouth escalated quickly but he drew a smirk on his face. he never felt so sincere with you to begin with. if it weren’t for jisung telling you how minho has been doing shits behind your back, you’d be one gullible person with an innocent perspective. you know it is risky to have this kind of relationship with him, but you can’t blame yourself for falling in love. he gave signs of affection but they were all mixed signals. you shouldn’t act like this, being all hurt and crying until your mascara runs down your cheeks. what’s the point of crying over a player?

“what the hell are we?” you asked, tears streaming down your face.

minho just let out a soft chuckle, not giving a shit on what you were feeling that night. the question keeps repeating all the time, yet he couldn’t give you a decent answer. maybe he’s just playing with you after finding out you like him despite the rumors (which were proven true). a player who loves to leave broken pieces of fragile hearts. he is that jerk. all those feelings you have and the days being spent with you mean nothing to him. if he is this heartless, he shouldn’t have played the game in the first place.

“fuck you!” your voice echoes through the quiet room of your apartment. his face was hard to read, and his eyes seemed to be sympatheticーnothing.

maybe there were times that he used to hold you when you were crying and upset with him, a kiss would seal all the complaints and his touch would make your body burn, wanting for more. he did things that made you fall into his trap but never reassured you what kind of relationship you have. you could feel how you were treated like an object when he wakes up usually at 5 in the morning from your bed as you lie naked underneath the sheets. minho often stays with youーthe controversy of doing this without any label made you question your worth.

maybe you were just blinded by love that you couldn’t see his flaws. maybe he is a skilled player that could make his victims swoon over him. shit blow things up and you couldn’t get up. you love him so much that you just want to be used and be gullible. but jisung’s nagging made you come through. you wanted to be more than just friends with benefits and yet minho wanted to remain the same. he doesn’t love you, none of those affections were real and even if you get mad at him, nothing will change anything. minho is still that jerk.

“i thought we agreed that we’re just friends,” he said, sounding like a total asshole. of course, he knew, he always knew.

“but i love you!” you cried. minho just stared back, confused as to why you were acting like this. everything means nothing.

“well i don’t, y/n,” he said. “don’t be so dramatic about this,” the sound of your palm slapping his cheek was loud enough to leave him in shock. it was painful, but nothing compares to what you were feeling. minho stood there frozen for being caught off guard. “y/n,”

your hands were shaking, eyes darted on him filled with pain as your tears never stopped streaming. maybe he might have a change of heart or develop some feelings for you, even for one bit. he saw you so bent out of shape. you admit that you are also at fault for letting down your guard when you totally agreed to be just friends with benefits and now you’re here.

“am i really nothing? those things we did were nothing?” you asked as your voice cracked and shaky. he never saw you being so hyped up before and now he’s sure that you really want to blow shit up.

“you don’t really understand do you?” minho scoffed. “we’re just friends y/n, nothing is really up with usー”

“tell me we weren’t just friends! this doesn’t make much sense to me minho!” you said. “fuck! ignore that friends-with-benefits bullshit, iー” you paused, running your hands on your face. “fuck, i can’t believe i fell for you. i’m getting some fresh air,” you said and were about to take the exit from your apartment when he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around as he pulled you closer to his bodyーa hand around your waist, and his hand wrapping your wrist lightly. he stared straight into your eyes, you were left dumbfounded when he looks at you with a serious look, an expression that is confusing and hard to read. “what the fuck are you doing? let me go you fucker!” you said, but he didn’t listen.

“i didn’t know you would act up like this y/n,” he smiled as he turned you around, pushing you as your back hits the wall. jerk. you looked at him, unknown of your feelings yet your heart started to beat faster than usual. why is your heart so fragile when it comes to him anyway? he’s not even your boyfriend. “do you like me that much?” he smirked as you avoided his eye contact but his fingers grabbed your chin to face him again, cheeks started to flush yet your eyes filled with irritation.

“you heartless jerk,” you retorted when his lips met yours. his hand fell on your name, pulling you closer for much access to your lips as he gives a desperate one. you tried to push him away but he would just keep on pulling you deeper. his kisses never fail to give you butterflies in your stomach but right now, you don’t know anymore. there were several attempts of pushing him away until he decided to let go. the kiss is not worth it anymore. you hate him as much as you hate yourself for getting caught in his trap. maybe it was time to put an end to things. minho never loved you. it was just a game where he would use you for his past time and pleasure.

you left your apartment that night and minho stared at the door where you took the exit. maybe it was all wrong and he was desperate about you. but the fact that the damage has already been done, he wouldn’t be able to fix things now. the regret he felt, the sadness and heartbreakーmaybe minho felt something for you, even if just a smidge. but how would he be able to get you back when you cut it all off? a sigh escaped from your lips as you burned all the pictures you had with him, but then there’s minho who keeps on staring at your window from the street, wanting to change and make up. yet he knew it won’t be all easy.

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emeraldelysian · 2 years

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Lee Know ✧ You Deserve Better

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Requested By: @whatudowhennooneseesyou

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Synopsis: You were in a toxic relationship, convincing yourself that this was what you deserved. When words from your former partner and friend Lee Minho make you question your perspective, you begin to reevaluate this life you live and who you truly find comfort in.

Wordcount: 7.8K+

Warnings: Reader Has Fem. Anatomy, An Awful Boyfriend, Mentions of Weight/Eating, Fingering, Oral (F. Receiving), Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Protected Sex, Overall Very Soft Smut

Note: I haven't posted in a while, I know. But in return for the long wait, this is the longest piece I've written to date. It took a lot of time and effort so I hope you'll show it some love.

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

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"Is that what you'll be wearing tonight?" asked Jeff. His voice startled you, as you were lost in thought attaching the false eyelashes. You hadn't noticed him in the reflection of the bedroom mirror.

"Yes," you replied, patting out a minor crease in your yellow dress. "Why?"

He stood at the doorway in his suit, consisting of a dinner jacket, white shirt, and black bowtie. He was just as handsome as the day you had met him. And yet, the simple sight of him made your breathing hitch and your skin prickle.

"I thought we agreed on the purple dress?" he continued, disappointment clear in his tone.

"Did we?" You asked, recalling all the days you spent trying to pick the perfect outfit for his company party. Back when you weren't picking out dresses in an effort to gain his approval, the dress you wore now wouldn't have even been a close choice in your mind. And yet, Jeff was so enthusiastic about the gift when he'd given it to you that you didn't have the heart to admit to him that you didn't like it.

"Don't you think the one I'm wearing is more suitable for the party?" You asked.

"Perhaps it was before but now it's a bit," he hesitated, "you know."

"No, no I don't know."

"Baby, don't back me into a corner. It's not fair." You used to love that nickname. Now it sounded bitter coming out of his mouth.

"No, please, go on." You said flatly.

He sighed. "Tight. It's a bit tight in the wrong places."

"Do you think I've put on weight?"

"No, no, of course not. But I know what you're like. You'll start comparing yourself to all the other women at the party. I don't know, I just... When's the last time you've been to the gym recently? I bought you that membership and the personal trainer but you've only been twice."

"Have you been checking up on me?"

"I ran into Raphael in the changing rooms and he said he hasn't seen you since the second week."

"I've been busy."

"So why did you ask me to hire him?"

"I- I didn't ask you to. You said I needed the toning." You stuttered.

"No, you asked me if you could do with firming up. Think about it, why would you ask me a question about your appearance if you didn't want me to help with your weight problem? You know that I'm a problem-solver, I'll do anything for you. When you tell me you're feeling unattractive, of course, I'm going to read in between the lines and help." He shook his head in disbelief. "Sometimes it genuinely worries me how much you forget our conversations."

You couldn't remember telling him you felt unattractive. But it's true when he said he's a problem solver. He would fix issues you didn't even know you had.

"No why don't you slip out of that dress and put on the purple one that suits you better. Do you want me to pick out the accessories too?"

"Okay," you reply, defeated. You turn back to look at your own reflection. Maybe Jeff was right. As he said many times before, you were a work in progress and he always had your best interests at heart.

He kissed the back of your neck as you checked that your eyelashes were still attached properly.

'I'm lucky to have him,' you reminded yourself, 'He deserves better but he got stuck with me.' And yet, there was still something nagging in the back of your mind. You could barely feel it, but it was still there.

You had been subdued for much of the trip there. It hasn't been until Jeff suggested it that you began worrying about how glamorous the partners of his colleagues were going to look. After a previous function, Jeff had suggested that you may benefit from facial fillers since all that your face now conveyed was tiredness compared to the once expressive, joyous look.

The party was adorned with fairy lights thing on exposed beams. An army of coordinated waiters and waitresses carried desserts and drinks around the room to the many tables surrounding the dance floor. You looked at the meal that was about to be placed in front of you and politely declined. The three courses served before this had been delicious and had Jeff not been sitting next to you, you would have happily devoured every bit. Tonight, though, you had to make sure to leave about a third of each plate untouched, in case Jeff was calorie counting on your behalf. It was only when you felt a tap on your shoulder that you pulled away from the thoughts you had been having.

There he was, Lee Minho, your former lover turned friend that you had slowly cut off at the persistent suggestions of Jeff. Whether it was jealousy or dislike, you weren't sure, but you knew he had this duality of respect for him as an artist while still not particularly enjoying his company. Somewhere inside you though, you were relieved to see his face after so long. But that feeling was buried so deep beneath the fear of the man sitting beside you, that you could barely acknowledge him.

Minho could read you like a book. He could see the confused look in your eyes as you battled between what you should do next. He gestured at the tablet sitting in the middle of the table.

"Would you like to pick a song?" He asked, hoping it would ease some of the tension. Each table had a tablet with which one could suggest a song for the DJ to play. He passed the tablet to you.

"Do you want my help?" asked Jeff.

"Why?" You asked in return, quickly understanding his look as a You Know Why before continuing, "I was just about to pick out my favorite band-"

"Really?" He chuckled. "I don't think anyone else would want to hear that-"

"I would." Minho interrupted.

Jeff moved to look at him before sending an apologetic smile. "You'll have to excuse my girlfriend. She's not very good at judging the mood of the room." You sank slowly in your chair as if being scolded by a parent. "She only listens to songs past their sell-by date. and nobody truly wants to keep something past their sell-by date, now do they?"

Minho clenched his jaw. He couldn't understand how or why you would choose a man who treated you so poorly. A waiter appeared and Jeff signaled for his attention.

"I'll have a rum and Coke. Minho?"

"A red wine, please."

"I'll have a gin and tonic," you claimed before Jeff shook his head.

"Perhaps it's best if you stick with the soft drinks, hm?"

"Hey, it's our song," Minho exclaimed as the opening bars to the music played. "Do you remember?" You nodded- it had been a favorite of both of yours. "Come on, then. Let's relive our youth." He gestured his hand out to you and as you both stood up, you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend. His disapproving expression marred your enjoyment of the moment. You felt self-conscious as with each twist of the arm or move of your foot. You couldn't wait for the song to finish, but as you hurried back to Jeff, he blanked you and walked towards the bathroom. You felt Minho's hand on your arm again as he reached the table.

"You don't have to put up with this shit," he hissed.

"With what?"

"You know what. You are not the idiot he wants everyone to think you are. I'm sorry if I'm stepping over the mark, but I can't hold my tongue any longer. Every time I see you two at one of these functions, he behaves in the same patronizing manner, and it pisses me off. I respect that you didn't want a relationship with me anymore, and I'm not saying any of this because of that. But over time, you've been cutting off your friends and people close to you. He belittles you in front of everyone at every given opportunity. Over the years, I've watched you transform from this warm, confident woman into someone who processes everything she thinks before she says it in case her boyfriend disapproves. He is a bully and you are not yourself when he is around. You yearn for something more, I can see it in your eyes. You just don't know how to find it. But there is more to you than what he is allowing you to have."

You opened your mouth, ready to offer a rebuttal to the statement he made in order to defend yourself and your boyfriend, but nothing came. You recalled all the times he would limit your relationships with others, the music you listened to, the clothing you wore, and the food you ate. You could barely leave the house without him, let alone make decisions that didn't suit his needs. It was the first time in your relationship that you couldn't bring yourself to defend him.

In that time, your boyfriend arrived and it wasn't much longer before you two had to leave. The words of your former friend stuck beside you though. Did you really change as much as he made it seem? What exactly did you yearn for?

The next day, during your break at work, you played around with your food, packed by Jeff himself with a note that reminded you not to eat anything extra besides what he had packed. It was such a silly thing, you realized, that he even had power over what you ate and how much it would be. Minho wouldn't have judged you in such a way.

Before long, you found yourself comparing things that your boyfriend did with things that Minho had once done. Your breakup all those years ago was simply a matter of timing. You both were focusing on your own careers at that point and mutually agreed to end the relationship while still remaining friends. And yet, it hadn't mattered in your case. With Jeff came the necessity to stop moving forward in the things you loved, as he was more important.

It was only then you realized that the feelings you had for Jeff were mostly just you convincing yourself that you loved him. You sacrificed your own wants and needs for a man you thought was too good for you when in reality, you wanted more. You wanted to have the career you had long forgotten. You wanted to see your friends again. You wanted- no, needed to see Minho again.

It was only then that you realized the time. 12:45. You were 15 minutes late to text your boyfriend. Every day at your shift from work, he would make it a rule for you to call him at 12:30 because it was your break time. You quickly checked your phone to find six missed calls and two text messages. Shit.

You hurried back into the toilets to call him privately. If you didn't come up with a satisfactory explanation for the delay and convince him of how sorry you were, his bad mood might stretch for days.

He answered after one ring but said nothing. You opened your mouth but just as you were about to speak, you heard Minho's voice again.

There is more to you than what he is allowing you to have.

There is more to you.

And for the first time in your relationship, you chose not to apologize to keep the peace and instead, hung up. His name flashed on your screen once more but you pressed decline. Then, you left the bathroom, made your way back to your desk, and grabbed your things.

"Everything okay?" asked your manager from his desk in the corner of the room. He was an old friend of Jeff's.

"Never better," you announced. "And now, I'm going home."

You didn't wait for his reply before exiting the building. It wouldn't be long before your manager would call your partner to report your unusual behavior. But it didn't matter because you wouldn't be returning. By the time you had reached the shared apartment ten minutes later, your boyfriend had called another six times.

There is more to you than what he is allowing you to have.

Occupied with anticipation and fretfulness, you packed a suitcase with clothes and other necessities as you pondered about where you might go. For now, you decided, it was best you at least find a room in a hotel for the night before you figured out your next plans.

By the time you left the home, it had begun to rain. You quickly sent one final text to your now ex-boyfriend, letting him know that you were done with the relationship and that he needn't worry about ever seeing you again. You shivered as you walked down the street in the cold weather. In moments like these, you wished you had a car but Jeff had said it was unnecessary; that he could drive you where you needed to go, and unless you were hiding something from him, you shouldn't mind.

Being so engulfed in your thoughts, you didn't realize you had wandered onto someone's doorstep until you reached the stairs leading up to the door. It was only then that you noticed whose house you had found yourself at.

You stood outside the doorway for about 10 minutes, wondering if you should ring the doorbell or just give up and go to a hotel. Going to a hotel would mean it would be harder for anyone to find you. Knocking on Minho's door, however, meant you could find safety in numbers.

Taking a deep breath in, you knocked on the door lightly. You waited there for a minute, before deciding to turn around and go down the steps.

'This is so stupid. Why would he want to talk to you after you cut him off. Stupid, stupid-'

"I didn't know my front steps were that stupid, kitten." You turned around, eyes wide at the realization that you had been talking to yourself out loud. The shock was quickly replaced with relief however at seeing a comforting face. Tears brimmed your eyes and you tried to swallow back the urge to cry.

"I'm sorry, Minho."

His smirk dropped into a look of concern. He looked behind you at the suitcase you were holding and quickly put two and two together.

"Hey, don't apologize, come inside. Let me get your things for you. The cats really missed you, you know."

You hoped that the rain covered your tears well enough for him not to notice as you gave him the suitcase. "Soonie and Doongie? I haven't seen them in so long, I think they probably forgot about me."

"We- I mean, they would never forget about you. I did get a new cat though, her name is Dori."

"Stop, you have a new cat? I can't wait to meet her."

The conversation flowed as you learned about the updates in Minho's life throughout the rest of the evening. He let you use his bathroom to take a warm bath and change while he made you some hot chocolate. The ease that radiated off of the two of you was something you hadn't felt in a really long time. It was a feeling that you didn't realize you missed it until you had it once again.

Late in the night, you had drifted off to sleep in the guest bedroom. Or at least, Minho hoped you did and weren't just lying there awake in panic or worry. While Minho did feel a bit tired, he couldn't help but convince himself to stay awake just a little bit longer in case you needed something. However, 'a little bit longer' turned from a few minutes to a few hours as he kept himself occupied with anything from scrolling through social media to reading a novel by Keigo Higashino.

It was around 2:00 AM when he heard your shift. Not thinking anything of it, he continued reading. It was only when he heard mumbles followed by your repeated cries of "Please, please no" that he bolted out of bed. He knocked on your door before entering.

You were still asleep, frightened whimpers spilling out of your mouth as you tossed and turned. Minho sprung into action, moving towards the bed and kneeling down beside you, gently shaking your shoulders to help you wake up.

Your eyes opened as you shot up in bed, dazed and confused at your surroundings before your eyes fell onto Minho. Immediately, your arms wrapped around him as you buried your face into his chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You mumbled repeatedly as you gripped his hoodie as tightly as you could.

Minho tried to keep his composure but inside, his heart broke. You were sorry? You had nothing to apologize for. This wasn't your fault. He held you tightly to his chest, finally dealing with how weak your frame had become. It was the physical evidence of how much you withered away in the arms of the previous relationship.

You both shifted as he sat on the bed with you in his lap as he cradled your head with one hand and held you tightly with the other. He brushed his fingers through your hair, allowing you to cry onto him. Slowly, your breathing steadied itself and your tears slowed.

"It's okay. I'm here," Minho whispered, "Do you need anything?"

You shook your head no, loosening your grip on his hoodie slightly before making what you hoped was one small request. "I don't need anything. But, is it okay if you stay here with me? I don't know if I can be alone right now."

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, kitten."

"P-please?" You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms at that moment. And who was Minho to deny your shy request?

He laid you down onto the bed before laying down himself. He tried to keep some distance between the two of you, but it was hard since you were very adamant about holding onto him. In the end, he ended up wrapping an arm around you while you still held onto his hoodie as you both faced one another.

"You know, if you let go of my hoodie, I won't disappear." Minho chuckled, even though deep down, he loved the feeling of being able to protect you.

You smiled shyly as you loosened your grip, "Well, it's not my fault you have a really nice hoodie."

"Do you want to wear it then?"

"Are you sure? You might get cold." He couldn't help but coo at how adorable you were for caring about his well-being. Before you could protest any further, he took off his hoodie and handed it over to you. He looked the other way as you put it on.

When he finally turned back around and looked at you, he finally realized what he had done. His hoodie on you was going to be the death of him. A silence fell between both of you as you two stared at each other.

It happened so fast. One moment, you sat beside each other and the next, you had your hands locked in his hair as your lips danced together in harmony. They knew this dance, they had done it many times before. Only this time, this time, it was different. You couldn't pinpoint exactly how, but it wasn't the same.

It wasn't just two lovers kissing one another. It wasn't passionate and desperate and rushed. This was the kiss of two people who had longed for each other for years without knowing it, convincing themselves that it had been the wrong place, wrong time. This wasn't a kiss that felt like the burning sensations of fire; instead, it was languid and soft, almost domestic. You craved him now just as much as he craved you.

"Are you sure you want to do this, kitten?" He knew he wanted this desperately, to feel your body under his. To touch your skin and make you moan in the ways that only he could. But he also wanted to make sure it was something you wanted.

"Yes, yes please, Minho. I want- no I need you. Please." That's all it took before his mouth was on yours again. He kissed you with hunger, setting your nerves ablaze. It wasn't overwhelming though, as he watched your facial expressions with every move he made to ensure that you were okay. He gently laid you back down onto the bed before kissing down your jawline and neck. He paused at the point between your neck and shoulder blade before gently sucking and nipping at it.

You covered your mouth with your hand to hold back a moan. It was something that became a habit for you after your last relationship, where your previous lover scolded you for being too loud. Minho quickly realized you holding yourself back and pulled back to look at you. He gently moved your hand away from your mouth and kissed you.

"Don't hold your moans back for me, kitten. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

He caressed your cheek as you nodded in affirmation, before continuing to work. He debated on whether or not to take the hoodie off of you. Deciding to leave it on, he instead pulled it up slightly to reveal your stomach.

It felt as though he left no part of your skin untouched by him as he loved every scar, stretch, and mark of yours. To him, you were his universe. Every mark was just a star on your body that his lips and tongue would form into constellations. You were a map of space, and him, a mere astronomer.

A moan fell out of your mouth as he reached the outline of your panties. With one hand on your stomach, he used his other hand to gently rub you through your panties, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

"What color, kitten?" He asked, using the stoplight system that they had once been so accustomed to.

"Green, Minho. God, please don't stop." Thankfully, he had no intention to as long as you were fine with it.

Every move he made was careful, calculated. He wanted to make sure that you knew how beautiful you were. How much you truly meant to him. And he wouldn't stop showing it until you started believing it again.

He moved your panties to the side and ran his hand once more up against your slit.

"Hm, so wet for me already? Did you miss me that much?"

You wouldn't admit it, but you did. You missed his fingers desperately. Yet, even if you didn't say it out loud, your body gave it away, Nobody could make you react quite like he did.

You instinctively tried to close your legs but he wasn't having it. He opened your legs once more before pushing one of his digits into you. You call out his name as you brushed your fingers into his hair, gently pulling. A shaky moan slipped passed your lips as you felt him push a second finger in, and then a third, keeping his pace as he pumped in and out of you with ease.

His other hand gripped onto the outside of your leg as he left small hickeys into your inner thighs. The trail moves closer and closer to your core until finally, his lips reach your nub.

His breaths along your skin were leaving you breathless. His tongue flicked over your clit once and involuntarily, you moved your hips closer to him, trying to keep that sensation.

He laughed quietly, before brushing your tongue against your clit a few more times as he still continued to pump in and out of you. You whined as he pulled away.

"How is it, kitten?"

"S'good Minho. I'm so close. So close." Every muscle of yours was on edge as you panted. He loved how you looked beneath him, so open to his touch.

"When you feel it, just let it go. Squeeze your legs around me and moan my name." He moved back towards your heat, but instead of putting his fingers in as he did before, he licked at your opening, small strokes at first that had you trembling. You must have been soaked by then, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling of his tongue inside of you. He pumped it in and out, not leaving any curve untouched. The sensation had you gripping at the bed sheets as you tried to compose any bit of sanity and control you had left. It felt impossible though, with the overwhelming amount of pleasure. It was when his thumb landed on your clit, rubbing in circles that the combination had thrown you over the edge.

A wave of euphoria washed over you as you released, legs squeezing around his head as they shaked. You could only release a choked sob at the feeling, crying out to him at how good it felt. Once you reached the end of your high, you realized the arousal within you hadn't stopped. You needed more. You whimpered at him, trying to nonverbally signal at him what you needed.

"What do you want, kitten? Use your words like a good girl." He knew exactly what you needed, but he needed to hear you say it. You mumbled something quietly, too softly for him to hear it.

"What was that?" It was then that you looked him in the eyes.

"Lee Minho, I need you inside me," you declared more loudly, "Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely, kitten." You watched him with half-hooded eyes as he got up from the bed and removed his pants. You swallowed as you watched him stroke himself, your pussy throbbing once more at the sight.

He licked his lips before reaching into the drawer for a condom. He unwrapped the covering before slipping it on. Minho then settled between your thighs once more. He slowly rubbed the head of his member on your slit. The action had you wiggling your hips up to meet him, wanting so desperately to feel him in you. He slowly entered you and waited for you to adjust and give the color before he continued.

You wrapped your arms around his neck once more as he moved above you. He tried to control himself from moving too erratically at the feeling of your tight walls against him. He moved slowly at first, picking up the pace gradually. Before long, his hips moved against yours fluidly. He planted kisses all over your face as he continued, watching for any signs of discomfort or distress.

His body pressed against you so closely. He pressed his lips against your forehead before placing his own onto yours. You were getting close again as the familiar tightness in your stomach came back. But this time, you were going to hold it. You wanted to finish with him.

It wasn't long before the waves hit you both as you dragged your nails against his back. You both chased your high, you clenching around him as his head landed in the crook of your neck and shoulder once more. His body then went limp next to you as you both panted, exhausted from the deed. You curled up into him as you caught your breath.

"You had that pent up in you for a while, huh kitten?"

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ryuyejiho · 1 year

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"Understand my own feelings" - Lee Know

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of sex, Kissing

Summary: Two weeks after a delightful night, Minho decides to tell you about his feelings for you. (Part 2 of the earlier smut)

Word Count: ~1.9 k

Part 1 - "Let's keep it a secret"

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Two weeks have passed since we last met. During that time I saw Minho once when we went together with Hyunjin and Jisung on a trip to Busan.

We practically didn't talk at all, and I honestly don't even know why. I was a little sad that things went on like this. It seemed as if nothing had ever happened or as if Minho didn't care about it at all and it was just a one-time adventure for him.

However I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept feeling his lips on me, kept hearing his voice in my head. It wasn't even about sex per se anymore but about our getting closer to each other. Then, a few hours later, I realized that I had seen a piece of that side of Minho that no one had seen.

And I wanted it to continue. But I didn't know how I should tell him. And what I should tell him at all.

I didn't understand my feelings. I still missed Hyunjin but I still had Minho in my mind and how I felt around him. How safe and comfortable I was with him.

My reflections were interrupted by the ringing of my phone which showed a message. I took the phone in my hand and unlocked it, wanting to read the message. But when I opened it I saw only 'message deleted'. I looked at the contact and what was my surprise when I saw that it was Minho.

For a long time I thought about what I should respond, whether to make a joke or ask if everything was okay. Because of the emptiness in my head, I decided to ignore it, thinking that it was a coincidence

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Immediately after waking up, I felt a huge headache and sore throat. I felt like I had a huge hangover, but that was impossible because I hadn't drunk anything. Especially since today I was supposed to come to the Stray Kids dorm to celebrate the end of their album promotion.

I looked at my phone and was horrified to see the time was 1 pm. I didn't have an appointment until 5 pm but it was unlike me to sleep that many hours.

I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed, shakily walked to the bathroom where I decided to take a quick warm shower in hopes of feeling better. However, that hardly helped so I went to the kitchen to eat something warm and take my medicine.

After making scrambled eggs, I sat on the couch and started watching a movie. When I finished eating I lay down wanting to finish the movie and after that I was going to go start getting ready to go out.

Suddenly when I opened my eyes the movie was gone and when I wanted to take a sip of the tea I had prepared earlier this one was cold. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 55 minutes past 4 pm. I started looking through all the notifications where a couple of them were group chat messages and separate ones from Jisung and Felix asking where I was and what time I would be there.

I quickly called Jisung and said I wouldn't be able to come because I was sick. He of course understood this and wished me the best of health. When I hung up I lay back on the couch and fell asleep again.

I was awakened by the sound of plates hitting each other and something like a knife slicing on a board. Shocked, I quickly got up from the couch, which was not a good idea because I got quite dizzy and walked towards the kitchen. On the way I saw the familiar Converse in which Minho often walked and when I entered the kitchen I saw him at the stove when he was just blowing on a spoon and tasting something he had just prepared.

When he looked at me he smiled broadly and put the spoon down on the countertop. He quickly walked over to me and, extending his arms in my direction, signaled for me to hug him, which I did in shock.

"How do you feel? Better a little?" he asked with one hand pushing my hair away from my face, the other still embracing me tightly. I nodded my head still in shock and looked at the kitchen where some produce, vegetables and fruits stood in every section.

"Have you been here long? How did you even get in here?" I asked looking at him "after all, you were supposed to celebrate the success of the album then what are you doing here".

"you weren't coming so I called you but you didn't answer. I asked Jisung what was wrong with you and he told me that you were sitting sick at home so I went to the store, did some shopping and came over but you were sleeping so lovely I didn't want to wake you up so I made myself comfortable" he smiled broadly and turned around showing his finger to the pots that stood on the kitchen counter

"what's in there?" I asked curiously

"I cooked you ramen and a few others like that to warm you up. I bought the best kimchi. Anything to make you recover quickly" I couldn't help but start to get excited like a fool. Not only did Minho come to my house, he is here because he was worried about me and wanted to cook me something healthy.

"You're so lovely, the best" I shouted and hugged him with all my strength. He started laughing loudly and hugged me even tighter lifting me up.

"Anything for you" he gave me a quick kiss on the lips and quickly turned towards the kitchen bumping the corner of the table with his hip. I was surprised by his gesture but I would be fooling both myself and everyone else if I said I didn't like it. I even wanted it again, wanted more.

I followed him and sat down at the table where he started putting bowls and plates with various dishes and appetizers. After a while we started eating them in complete silence, each immersed in his own thoughts, and when we finished we went to the couch and turned on our favorite horror movie.

We both loved horror movies and I don't think any more could scare us but this was the moment where I wanted to be close to him so I started pretending that some things scared me or that there was too much suspense.

Finally Minho forcibly pulled me close to him and although I protested I was glad he did. I finally sat close to him and hugged his side as he put his arm around me. I myself didn't believe what I was doing and didn't even want to think about how cringe-inducing it was.

Every now and then I looked at his hand which showed more veins than usual, his thighs which were even more pumped up than always. Everything about him distracted me and I couldn't focus on anything. On top of that, there were sudden flashbacks from our last night together.

"Okay, are you going to tell me what's going on? You keep sighing and it's clear you're upset about something," he spoke up, to which I get up from my seat and tried to explain that it was nothing. However, he didn't believe me completely so I gave up and stared dully at the floor.

"It's really nothing like that Minho. Don't worry about me," with this text I upset him by which he abruptly sat up straight and caught my chin so as to force me to look at him.

"Nothing like that? First we relive the best night of our lives, then we don't talk to each other and while I'm here you deceive both me and yourself that nothing is going on even though you are acting strangely and clearly something is wrong," he said in a slightly raised voice.

"Yes Minho, something is wrong. First we sleep with each other and then suddenly we stop talking to each other. Now all of a sudden you come to my place and cook for me, kiss me on the lips and after a while you act as if nothing happened or as if you regret it" I finally told him what I thought about all this.

I didn't want to argue with him but it was already too much for me. He just sat and looked at me without saying anything. He was thinking about something so I didn't say anything either.

"I didn't want you to regret it. I don't want to make stupid excuses but the next day after our night Hyunjin said you wanted to go back to him again. I was pissed off and didn't understand why you did it. I thought about it, about you all the time. Nonstop you are in my mind."

"Why?" I asked briefly wanting to know more but he just shrugged his shoulders and turned his head toward the TV.

I really wanted to confess to him what I felt for him. What I had been thinking about everyday for the past two weeks. I wanted to feel so good in his arms again.... Or under him.

I shook my head at my thoughts which were becoming bad again at which he looked at me puzzled

"Minho..." I spoke quietly, involuntarily looking at his lips which he just slowly licked. I looked at his eyes and seeing that he was also looking at my mouth I quickly moved closer to him and caught his face in my hands. He looked up into my eyes and moved even closer so that our lips were gently touching.

"Huh?" he spoke up with his eyes closed, causing his lips to rub against mine. I didn't know what to answer at that moment, all I had in my mind was him and his lips that I wanted to feel so much. Thinking nothing more, I connected our lips at which he smiled between kisses and by catching my waist he pulled me onto his thighs.

I put my hands around his neck and stroked the lengthy hair on the back of his head, still kissing his beautiful full lips. He obviously liked this a lot because he started purring into my mouth.

After a long time we pulled away from each other and breathing quickly, looked at each other smiling. I was already about to say something when Minho suddenly spoke up

"I love you" I was very surprised but still smiled. However, seeing how stressed he was by my lack of response I moved closer again and placed a long kiss on his lips.

Then it came to me, all these thoughts, everything I imagined every night was not without reason. My feelings were very clear, only I was the one trying to push them away from me being afraid of them.

It came to me that I loved him. I had loved Minho for a very long time.

"Such a confession from Lee Minho himself? I feel honored." I laughed at which he rolled his eyes and started looking at the wall behind me. Seeing the disappointment on his face, I forced him to look at me and kissed the tip of his nose at which he wrinkled his nose and eyebrows in a cute way.

"Minho... I love you too. I had to realize this but really... I love you," when I said this he smiled as wide as ever and pulled me to him all too tightly making me bump my chin against his cheek.

"So you didn't want to go back to Hyunjin?" he asked after a long moment hugging me.

"no, never. Not after what happened between us and not after I realized I had feelings for you," I shook my head and replied.

"so now I can boast that you are my girlfriend?" satisfied he took his phone in his hand and opened the group chat of his band.

"am I?" I asked stupidly, smiling.

"you're not?" he looked at me with a raised eyebrow at which I laughed

"of course I am," I recounted and embarrassedly hid my face in the hollow of his neck. He just laughed and hugged me even closer.

This moment I could without hesitation consider one of the happiest of my life. And I wanted it to ever end.

"Have you seen my message?" he suddenly asked at which I looked at him in surprise.

"I couldn't because you deleted it" I replied to which he nodded "and what was there?"

"Nothing special" he shrugged his shoulders "already then I wrote that I love you" he shrugged his shoulders again and seeing my face he laughed out loud.

I can't believe I fell in love with just such a fool. But I am very happy about it.

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jinhyun · 2 years

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pairing: lee minho x reader

genre: slight angst, comfort, fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.6k

prompt: “this—” [points at their chest] “—this belongs to you. always.”

a/n: helloo, this is a request from a while ago and i finally got the inspiration to write it. i enjoyed writing this small drabble a little too much and i hope you guys enjoy reading it! please let me know your thoughts on it!!

Minho was not usually pouty nor sulky when he was jealous. In fact, you had never seen him act like this before.

If anything, he would either snap, call out and even laugh at whoever was trying to make a move on you — or straight up shove them away, like he did when it came to any of his group members flirting with you just to get on his nerves.

This time, however, it was different.

If it were anyone else confessing to you right before he went on tour, he wouldn't have cared — he would've just brushed it off, maybe even laughed, and then he would've left with no worries, knowing you would be back home waiting for him and nothing would ever change between the two of you. But it wasn't just anyone else. It was his childhood best friend. The very one who also happened to be one of your childhood best friends.

Jongsuk had been there your whole lives, as you all grew up on the same street. He had been through it all. He had been there when you and Minho first started to crush on each other even before he became a trainee. He had been there when you had later on inevitably fallen in love, and when you first started dating. He had seen the ups and downs of your relationship through the years, especially the struggles that came with Minho becoming an idol.

He had even been there when Minho had gone on tour abroad for the first time, promising his friend he would take good care of you while he was gone. Because Minho could always be jealous of other guys coming near you, but he trusted Jongsuk with his life. So, he would always tell him to look after you when he had to leave for a couple of months. After all, he was the second closest guy to you.

And now, now that he was about to leave for tour after nearly two years of not leaving your side, now that he had grown more used than ever to have you with him and would suffer one hell of a lot when he no longer could, he had found out his dearest friend had confessed to you.

The only other guy who had been in your life all along, the one who got to stay back home with you while he was gone for months, had told you he was in love with you.

As soon as those words had left your mouth, he felt his whole world fall apart.

"Baby, will you look at me?" you pleaded once more, after getting nothing but silence from him as he looked around his room for his clothes.

It had been minutes now since you had filled him in on your friend's intentions, and you were yet to get any kind of word out of his mouth.

Biting his tongue not to say anything he'd regret, he decided to ignore you for a little longer — his mind racing and going through every possible scenario regarding you and Jongsuk, as he placed the recently folded black jacket inside the luggage he would be taking on tour with him.

You sighed, taking a step towards him and gently grabbing his wrist so he would at least look at you. "Minho…"

"I don't know what you want me to say, Y/N" he quietly spoke up, the look he had just given you being far from the loving one you were used to. "It's been over one week. He confessed to you over one week ago, I leave tomorrow for three months, and you are just now telling me about it. What am I supposed to say?"

"I… I'm sorry" your voice trembled. "I didn't want to worry you over nothing, because I feel nothing for him and I made it very clear to him, so I thought it didn't matter. But he's been insisting an—"

"He's been insisting," he let out a breathy, incredulous laugh; one that held no humor in it whatsoever. "Insisting. Great".

"It's not—"

"So what, he'll keep insisting harder once I'm gone? Once I'm no longer in his way?"

"The fact that you'll be gone doesn't mean he'll have a free pass with me".

"But I won't be here to physically make him back off!"

"It doesn't matter!" you exclaimed. "It doesn't matter, baby. I will tell him to back away. I won't let him get close, you know that".

Minho shook his head no, taking a shaky breath as his hands covered his face and he let his back slump down on the bed. He wished he could just open his eyes and realise it had all been a nightmare, that you had not actually told him his best friend was in love with you. But he couldn't. He knew the moment he removed his hands from off his face and opened his eyes everything would still be the same. So he didn't.

"Minho…" you pouted, lying down on your stomach next to him and tenderly grabbing one of his hands.

Although his other hand slipped down from his face right after, his eyes remained closed.

"He was supposed to be my friend".

"He is your friend" you mumbled, drawing gentle circles on the back of the hand you were still holding onto.

"He's not," his voice cracked, and your heart hurt. "He would never try to take you from me if he was, he knows how fucking much I love you".

"I promise nothing will happen…"

His chest moved up and down, a heavy sigh abandoning his lips. "He's always been there for you".

"So have you" you didn't hesitate to remind him.

"He's been there way more" he lamented, finally opening his sadened eyes and locking them with yours. "When I became a trainee and changed schools he was still in the same one as you, you would still go there together every single day. When I debuted you guys got in the same university, and now you get to go to all the parties together. Every time I went on tour he would stay here with you…"

"None of that matters to me" you reassured him. "The two of you have been in my life for the same amount of years. If I wanted to be with him I would've gone for it already, but I don't want to, and I won't ever want to. It's you the one I fell for, and you have been there for me in ways he could never".

"He could if you gave him the chance to" his eyes watered ever so slightly. "What if he keeps insisting when I'm gone and you end up realising that he is a better match for you than me. What if you fall for him, what if—"

"Shh," you hushed him, cupping his face in your hands and resting your forehead on his in an attempt to calm him down. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. We'll be okay".

"I don't wanna leave," he confessed, causing you to feel a pinch in your chest, as you had never seen him look so scared. "I don't wanna leave tomorrow anymore, not ever. I don't wanna lose you".

"What are you saying? You won't ever lose me" you tried to reassure him one more time, this one giving him a sweet smile and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because this," you brought his hand to your chest, placing it right over your heart. "This belongs to you. Always".

He pouted cutely. "Are you talking about your heart or your b—"

"Lee Minho!" you called him out before he could even finish, earning a throaty laugh from him that made the burn in your cheeks feel worth it. "I'm trying to be wholesome here".

Minho trapped you inside his arms, pulling you ever so tightly against his chest and throwing a leg over your lower body. "I love you so fucking much".

"You already said that" your voice came out muffled against the fabric of his sweatshirt. "And I hope you know I love you more".

"Not more, but I know you love me".

You smiled softly, not having it in you to fight him right then. "Always," your lips pressed a small kiss to his jaw. "No matter how much Jongsuk or any other guy insists, no matter how many hours away you are from me… I will always love you".

"You promise?" he whispered.

You looked up to him — your eyes alone letting him know you were dead serious. "Of course I promise. I have loved you for nearly a decade now, I know nothing can change my love for you".

The previous sadness that had taken over his eyes was now replaced by pure adoration, smiling sweetly before he leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, making yourself more comfortable on his chest.

"Tell me if he tries anything else…"

"Will do…" you promised, mindlessly tracing your fingertips up and down his bicep. "We should probably keep packing your luggage now".

He rested his chin on the top of your head. "What's the point if I can't throw you inside and bring you on tour with me".

You chuckled, playfully pinching his side. "Too bad I don't fit in it".

"Don't worry," he pulled you closer. "Next tour I'm buying a bigger one and you're coming with me".