#minho x oc

[jinnie-ret]

oddinary house pt 2

werewolf!lee know x reader

genre: horror

content warnings: blood, d*ad bodies

word count: 1.5k

summary: after an odd encounter with the cyborg, y/n goes to explore what lurks outside the back of the mansion.

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Y/N woke up after what she could only assume was a quick nap. At first, she was perturbed to see that she was resting in a bed that was not hers. Little did she know, she'd be getting very used to this room at Oddinary House.

She couldn't even give herself enough time to process what had just happened with the cyborg, too absorbed into the features of the room she was in. Scratches lined the wooden floors that seemed to be in better condition than the ones that were the foundation of the reception downstairs. On the bedside dressers, she could see traces of what seemed like a fine, golden dust, some of which had traces left on the pillow she had been sleeping on. Disturbingly, there was some blood stains pressed into the floorboards, and when Y/N opened up the cupboard they led to, she gagged and pinched her nose at what was inside.

It was the carcass of a baby goat.

"What the fuck?!" Y/N yelled as she slammed the door shut and backed away onto the bed, face scrunched up in disgust. The harsh motion only caused more issues, as a small trinket tray, shaped like half of a clam, clattered to the ground with pearls spilling everywhere. She tried to pick up the pearls but winced at the slimy feel of them all.

"I gotta get out of here," Y/N shuddered, standing up and as she did, her bedroom door swung open, like it knew she wanted to exit her room. But as she saw the blue wires faintly glowing, and their connections to the hinges of the door, that's when she realised.

"Chan," she shook her head with a sigh. She still didn't know how to feel about what happened, the cyborg electrocuted her and was out of control but in his call state, she could see the human within him, the rational side of him.

Walking down the corridors of the house, Y/N felt herself getting more and more paranoid. There were freakish cackles bouncing off of the walls that were tired with wallpaper peeling off of it. And she could tell Chan was trying to lead her in a certain direction, doors opening for her. If she went down one side of the house he didn't want her to, he would catch her attention by opening and shutting another. She could only abide by his wishes, hoping he had her best thoughts in mind.

It seemed like he did, as he led her to the massive back garden, which seemed to span over many acres of land. The fresh air that surrounded Oddinary House wasn't quite as fresh as Y/N would have liked, it seemed swamp like and mossy, the garden reflecting that in it's dark green appearance. Willow trees overhung what appeared to be an endless lawn, the shadows of the sight hiding what else would lurk in the distance.

"You smell delicious, my pretty," a soft voice purred behind her, which contrasted with his rough looking appearance. A scarred face, a hairy chest, yet kind eyes filled with mischief stared back at her as she jumped in fright and turned around.

"Who are you?" Y/N held a hand over her beating heart, scanning the figure up and down with her eyes.

"I am Minho, darling," he grabbed her wrist and rubbed his face against it before licking it.

"Dude! What the-" Y/N pulled back her hand and looked in disdain at the mutt like creature in front of her, who, by the way, didn't look impressed.

"You've got to let me scent you so I can keep an eye on you, wouldn't want anything bad to happen, would we?" Minho leaned closer to her, his werewolf fangs bared in between his red plump lips. There was a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Sorry, but... you're threatening me? I'm sure Mr Yang wouldn't be too happy to know that his new resident is being coerced," Y/N folded her arms, deciding she wouldn't be so compliant with his wishes despite the obvious power he had over her.

"Oh, my mistake, dear, you are a new resident here, you say? What species are you?" Minho smirked, like he knew something she didn't.

"I'm, ummm, I'm..." Y/N couldn't find the words to create a lie, and Minho could see that.

"You've just been sent here for restoration, haven't you? So I don't see why you're getting all brave, you haven't even been here for a day," Minho folded his arms, and his smile stayed right there, because by Y/N's scent he could tell she was panicking and feeling nervous.

"How long have I been here for?" Y/N glanced at him before looking away, perched on the stairs as he shuffled closer.

"I don't have all the answers sweetheart," his voice drawled, "but based on the fact that Channie malfunctioned later than usual and the time of night... I'd say 4 hours," he said nonchalantly.

"4 hours? I've been here... 4 fucking hours. It feels like I've been here forever," Y/N said exasperated, holding her head in her hands.

"Don't act like you don't want to be here, I bet it's the best sleep you've had in a while," he brushed some hair back from her face.

"And how would you know that?" Y/N batted his hands away, causing him to growl, a rumble coming from his chest as he held her hands down against her.

"Oh, just a good friend of mine, now sit still," Minho brushed off her questions and held her arms down as he began to nudge his head towards her neck, before a beautifully haunting voice was heard.

"Mr Sandman

Bring me a dream,

Make her the cutest,

That I've ever seen."

"Ugh I could kill him!" Minho suddenly growled into her neck, making her shiver in fear from the vibrations of how his voice rumbled.

Minho suddenly leapt up and shifted into his huger wolf form, and growled once more with warning, like he wanted her to wait there. He hunched over before descending off of the stairs and running into the darkness. With a few echoed growls and near roars, the singing stopped. Y/N felt weirdly relaxed after the singing stopped, almost like it was lulling her with a spell.

Minho returned, still in his wolf form, and promptly collapsed on top of Y/N.

"Ah get off!" Y/N yelled out, thinking the beast was about to attack her, yet he just tilted his head at her in curiosity and relaxed against her.

Y/N blushed in embarrassment before once again relaxing her tense body, and that is when Minho returned to his hybrid form.

"You're weirdly skittish, for someone who didn't bat an eyelid at me before," Minho observed, staring up at her with his head in her lap.

"I don't know what you mean," Y/N muttered, looking away from him, her arms awkwardly resting at her sides as she tried to create as much distance as possible.

"Hmmm, habitually avoidant too, you really do have issues," Minho tsked.

"Excuse me? I wouldn't have come here if I was-"

"You only came here because it gave you an opportunity to avoid what you've been trying to run from your whole life," Minho interrupted her sternly, grabbing her arm as his claws stuck into her deeply.

"Ow, Minho, stop, you're hurting me," Y/N whimpered as blood steadily rose to the surface of her skin, pooling around his claws that were still dug into her.

"Accept it, Y/N, you need to accept your fate. Accept what has happened and move on," he growled, nudging his head closer to her once more.

"I can't! I can't!" Y/N cried as she kicked him away, the werewolf grunting slightly as he then grabbed both of her wrists and stared her down fiercely.

"If you can't accept you belong here, your life will be so much more miserable," Minho huffed, some tufts of fur moving slightly from the intensity of how he breathed out.

"Can't beat anything I've been through before!" Y/N wiggled in his grip, her head tilted to the side as she tried to avoid his gaze. But she didn't have to worry about that any longer as he moved away from her, a sarcastic applause sounding out.

"Aw, there you go darling, wasn't so hard to admit was it?" Minho rested against the back door, Y/N instantly sitting up and staring up at him in disbelief.

"What?!"

"It'll all make sense soon. Why don't you get some sleep? I'm sure you'll see it all them," Minho deadpanned, entering the house, door automatically opening for him too, and reaming open until you traipsed your way in yourself.

How could his mood switch up so many times? It was the same with Chan. They were both so unpredictable. First they were welcoming and acting like they knew her so well, then they'd confront her and try and get more answers out of her. She didn't know how to feel. She was almost naive to allow herself to rest comfortably in bed again, when there were clearly more residents in the mansion. More monsters.

But she was a wounded soul who simply always seemed to see the best in everyone, and unfortunately, maybe it was to her own detriment.

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hanichani @backintomykpopphaseagain @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @cheesemonky @amararosesblog

#skz #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids #skz fluff #skz angst #straykids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #skz fic #lee minho x reader #minho x reader #lee minho x y/n #lee minho x you #minho x you #minho x y/n #minho x oc #lee know x y/n #lee know x oc #lee know x you #lee know x reader #stray kids imagine #oddinary house

[xo-lesserafim]

FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

synopsis: As Kitty’s twin sister Andrea, going to K.I.S.S was so nice since they were able to go to Korea, and to learn more about their mom. Everything was so new but exciting, but what happens when one guy that catches your eye show you a new experience, Love🩷

STATUS: ON HOLD

Started: June 14, 2023/Ended: —

PAIRING : XO Kitty’s, Minho x fem!reader( Andrea Song Covey)

Genre: romcom, high school au , enemies to lovers( more to added)

WARNING: swearing, angst, reader as thoughts to kill her self , metions of alcohol, underaged drinking, kissing , making out?, and suggestive? ( please tell me if I’m missing anything

Authors Note: Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic ( with some smau things). I am excited to show what I am planning<3 I am also not korean so please tell me if I did something wrong<3 But please note that I am 10-15 writing a cheesy, cringy fanfic so yea… I will also add extra stuff after the airplane scene in episode 10. So if you don’t like that please don’t read this<3 AND READ THE TEASER!

POV:First and maybe Third?

Extra:

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Bold and Italics: Korean and over the phone

Teaser ———-> READ ( there is information to help)

Episode 1. XO

Episode 2. WTF

Episode 3. KISS

Episode 4. TGIF

Episode 5. TBH

Episode 6. BYOB Min ho Pov.

Episode 7. TIL

Episode 8. LFG

Epsiode 9. SNAFU

Episode 10. OTP

Epsiode 11. 😍

Episode 12. 📸

more to maybe come

Taglist: @chaewon-slays @cherrriesss @lysira340 @delulu4-life

(bold cant tag)

Copyrights © 2023 xo-lesserafim. All rights reserved. I do not own XO, Kitty , Netflix does. do not copy, translate, or repost anything without my permission.

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[drewsprettygirl]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 ,, 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙘 || 𝐗.𝐎. 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 🧁💐

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 ☆

warnings : none ☕️

about : this is like an intro in general where in movies its a starting point??😭 idk tbh but its based off igor’s theme

STORY LINKS

korean - bold italic

♪ “ridin’ ‘round town, they gon feel this one”

the sounds of a car’s engine revved across the late night streets of seoul. his hands effortlessly turned the handles. turn after turn, after turn, after turn, he was met with a red light.

it wasn’t long until cars behind him, beside him started to pile up. he could see everything with his hoodless car. there was another car that went beside his in particular, caught his eye. it was in an indistinguishable color of either pink or white. music like tyler the creator, kali uchis, blasted amongst the speakers.

he turned his head and his eyes were met by a pair of gorgeous ones. her hair was waving in the cold midnight air, with rhinestone heart clips on, the neon lights and signs played part on making her look so breathtakingly majestic. a smile flashed across her face, noticing the handsome young man clearly staring at her and immediately smiled back.

not noticing, the lights have already turned green, all you could hear were cars furiously beeping and the girl’s pink-white car had already dashed across the street; leaving a dumbfounded boy who didn’t even get the opportunity to ask her name.

he drove home, quietly. he turned his music off, and all was heard were the sounds of the wind.

ring. ring.

“min ho, when the fuck are you gonna get home? i asked you for take-out. two hours ago.”

“dae, please get over yourself, you know damn well i didn’t only go out just to run you some errands. i gotta go, i’m close to the dormitory. talk to you later.”

and after that he immediately hung up on his phone.

“happy with your orange chicken?” min ho asked.

“whatever. thanks.” dae answered lazily. with min ho being unhappy with that response he took a can of soda from the fridge earning a question from q.

“since when did you start drinking a can of coke randomly in the middle of the night?”

“well, today.”

“what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

“so, i saw a girl.”

dae and q’s eyes immediately brightened up, becoming interested in now’s topic.

“she had this cute car, and she was pretty cute too, i must say.” “but i didn’t get the chance to ask her name.”

“do you remember what she looked like?” q asked.

“yeah, uh, she’s got long black hair but it was curled looking, doe eyes, with long lashes pretty plump looking lips, like they kind of look like they were done BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU THEY ARE NATURAL.” minho held his hands up in defense. with dae and q laughing, he couldn’t help but feel vulnerable at the topic of her. he was smitten with the girl.

“i think i know who this is.” q smiled.

“who? who?”

“if she’s wearing a headband it’s probably eunice, but if she’s wearing those shiny heart clips, its that new girl.”

“what’s her name?” min ho asked with a glint of excitement in his eye.

☆ by isla🪸

#minho x oc #minho fluff #minho #minho xo kitty #minho smut #xo kitty #xo kitty minho

[bells-stories]

MINHO x READER

-he finds out you’ve taken a liking to other boys in the maze and doesn’t mind one bit.

-Snippet from PROJECT GRIEVER (wattpad: bells_stories)

"I remember something." I say and I looked at him. He didn’t seem too shocked and I continue. "I remember a boy. Brunette. Brown eyes. His name is, was, Thomas. I remember the way he made me feel, I remember our love but then last night before I did...." I trailed off because some part of me didn't want to tell Minho because it was afraid that then he would't want me afterwards but I had to. Gally might say he's okay with it but the others deserve to know. "I kissed gally." I say and I looked to Minho for a response. But there wasn't none, his face was passive as if contemplating and he spoke.

"So you feel guilty." He says and I nod. "It's okay y/n how could you have known."

"I know but I still feel like a shit person. There's someone out there that I loved deeply and now I'm starting something new with someone else it feels wrong regardless. Besides there is one other thing that adds to this guilt. I don't just like Gally." I say and Minho sits upright on his bed.

"What do you mean?" He says coming closer to me.

"I mean I feel something for you too, and for Newt." I say and immediately feel ashamed. I couldn't even look into Minho's eyes. He places a hand on my shoulder and we just stay like that for a while both of us think of what to say. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "I shouldn't have said anything." I say and for the first time I look up at him and he smiles.

"No. I'm flattered. I mean of course you couldn't resist me." He says and I push him.

"Fuck you." I say laughing. I rolled my eyes and then his face got serious.

"You're still a greenie. Been here what? Five days? Six? If you want to mess around then that's on you. I would get it. I do get it. And I'm serious if you're interested in me just know the feeling's mutal and you can act on them anytime." He says and smiles brightly and I feel a small weight lifted off of me.

"So I'm not the asshole?"

"No assholery detected and don't feel guilty. At least for me. I'm glad you chose me even if it is with some other shanks. However, you should tell the others."

"Gally knows, not about the Thomas part because that happened after he felt. But he knows. Says it's cool too."

"Now that's a shocker I would've expected him to be jealous."

"What can I say? I change people." I say sarcastically and we laugh.

"And Newt?"

"He knows nothing. I just, I fear losing him but I know its wrong not to tell him so i'll do it today."

"Good. Now that that is out of the way can you sleep?"

"Maybe." I say looking at him. He moves aside and pats the space next to him. His bed is slightly larger than mine but I guess that's what comes with the keeper position. Perks. I lay down in the spot he designated for me and he wraps his arms around me and I lay on my chest. Eventually I fell asleep to the beating of his heart.

Read more here👇

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[nikosasaki]

introducing ⋆ Luke Greco

The son of wealthy Italian expat Manuel Greco, who moved to Korea for nothing but money — even if he liked to pretend it was for love — all Luke Greco really wants is to get under his father’s skin enough so that he’ll finally be shipped back home to his mother. Unluckily, Luke doesn’t get his stubbornness from a stranger, and instead of sending him back his father forces Luke to attend KISS, on the express promise of headmistress Jina Lim that she would straighten out his son in no time.

Luke, angrier than he’s perhaps ever been, finds an unlikely friendship in Yuri Han, local rich mean girl and daughter of the headmistress currently making his life hell. With Yuri’s help it doesn’t take long for Luke to find himself with a tight group of friends who are just as determined as he is to have as much fun as they possibly can, at the expense of anything and anyone.

However, when Kitty Song-Covey comes to KISS and Luke’s plaything and rival Minho suddenly loses interest in him, Luke knows things have to change. Even if he’s pretty sure he’s not capable of changing — not for the better, at least.

taglist; @kendelias  @chlobenet @bravelittleflower @eddiemunscns  @purpleyearning @valdrinors @edshopper @eddysocs @heavenlysurf @arrthurpendragon @villanele @nolanhollogay @stanshollaand @lovehermioneforever @raith-way @kiara-carrera @decennia @luucypevensie @waterloou @carmens-garden @hiddenqveendom @foxesandmagic @jvstjewels @dragonsbone  @endless-oc-creations @ginevrastilinski @sunlitscribe @dyhlanobrien @chrissymunson @partiallypearl @witchofinterest @fleetwoodmcs

#ocappreciation #ochub #allaboutocs #xo kitty oc #queerocs #minho x oc #my edits #ch: luke #ch: luke greco #look i am who i am #and this is it #anyway thank u to slutty michael cimino thats my friend right there

[dvbkie099]

word of your body | masterlist

| WORD OF YOUR BODY

lee minho x fem!oc

tags: Uni!Au, smau, pining, eventual smut, drugs, descriptions of past violence, people are complicated and that's okay, swearing

Felix remembered the Eva of nine years ago, when he saw her off at the airport. Overjoyed at the prospect of seeing his cousin again has made his friends curious about the mysterious cousin. Even more so when she's nothing like he described.

Eva remembers Felix, the only cousin close to her in age, who lit up every room he stepped into. He's the only thing that doesn't hurt about her family anymore. And he's still the same as he was nine years ago, like he had been frozen in time. She's not.

note: this is my first smau so I'm excited to be stepping into unknown territory as a writer. this series is inspired by @hyuuukais "sunshine and strawberries" series, and I definitely recommend giving the series a read!

bonkers | strays

one - considering murder two - not so great first impressions three - holy shit (w) four - i'm gonna kill you five - hey six - new friend seven - studio lovers eight - sunshine (w) nine - bros before hoes ten - what does he know eleven - she's a bitch twelve - the fall festival (w) thirteen - yujin ON MAIN??? fourteen - instagram fifteen - what actually happened sixteen - bye-bye mid-terms seventeen - second times a charm (w) eighteen - the plot thickens (w)

#stray kids #smau #skz smau #felix #dvbkie099 #wordofyourbody #minho x oc #hyunjin x oc #Felix lee #lee minho #straykids #stray kids smau #stray kids fluff

[moonlightndaydreams]

Deep End - Part 5

Part 5: 3.5K words approx

Available on Ao3 HERE

Characters: OFC Aura, Minho, Han

Overall Summary: AU/ Minho is the new accountant at Aura's work, and he's got his sights set on her. But what happens when her ex Han comes back into the picture.

Workplace romance with a blast from the past for Aura.

Part 5 Summary: Minho and Aura continue their sexy times. Minho leaves a present on her desk that she has to wear to the staff meeting. Their relationship continues. They have sex in the podcast recording booth.

Warnings for part 5: remote control vibrator, more sex where you can get caught, protected vaginal sex, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, mention of creampies (if you look closely), explicit language, pet names, soft dom Minho, orgasms (always).

Read Part 4 Here

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Hyunjin stared at Aura.

“What?” she yelled. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“Are you wearing it?” he whispered, his eyes were excited.

Aura regretted not waiting until she was alone to open the gift bag that had been waiting on her desk. But how was she to know that she needed to be discreet? Minho didn’t put a warning on the card.

“I’m not sure you’d call it ‘wearing’, Hunjin. It’d be more like ‘inserted’.” Binnie explained.

“Fucking hell. Can we please not talk about it?” Aura cried.

“She’s got it in.” Smirked Hyunjin. “You can tell she’s anticipating it coming to life at any moment.”

Aura went bright red.

“I am not going to take my eyes off you in the meeting. I wanna see if I can tell when Minho switches it on.”

“You’re fucking sick, Jinnie.” Binnie said horrified.

Aura closed her eyes and tensed her vagina. She could feel the vibrator firmly inside her. This was not what she expected to find in the cute little bag that Minho had left on her desk when she arrived this morning. She thought maybe chocolates, or if he was feeling a little cheeky maybe lingerie. But a fucking remote control vibrator? Oh why did she open it in front of Hyunjin? He was more excited than her when he saw the box.

“You wear it then!” She suggested. Imagine Minho remote controlling it and sending Hyunjin into an aroused mess?

But Aura went to the bathroom and inserted it anyway, fixing up her underwear and smoothing down her skirt. Would anyone know? Would they be able to tell? She smiled at herself in the mirror. She was nervous and excited. “Well this is going to be interesting.” She said to herself.

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Aura sat in her usual seat in the meeting room. Hyunjin looked far too excited than he should, and Binnie wouldn’t dare look her way.

She had absolutely no idea what was happening in the meeting. Her eyes remained firmly on Minho. Did he have the remote? Was he going to use it? Was he just teasing to make her squirm? She couldn’t read his body language. He was focused on presenting his update, and when he wasn’t talking he seemed to focused on whoever was speaking.

Minho’s eyes flicked up at Aura, a hint of a smirk on his face. The fucker has the remote. She was sure of it. He looked back down at his notes and tapped his pen. Then he picked up his phone.

And then she felt it. She gasped, startled, even though she knew it was coming. Her eyes shot up to Minho, but he’d put the phone back on the table, forgotten, and was giving his undivided attention to Chris.

Aura tried her best to remain calm. Hyunjin had already noticed that something was happening, much to her horror, and Binnie blushed as he tried his best not to look in her direction.

The vibrations were set to some kind of pulse setting. It pulsed in such a way that it made her walls tense around it, then it would stop long enough for her muscles to relax. It quickly became a relentless agony. She squeezed her legs together hoping that would dissipate some of the tension. It didn’t.

Felix, noticing her discomfort, turned to her. “Hey, you should have gone to the bathroom before the meeting.” He said disapprovingly.

“She did.” Hyunjin offered.

“Well, you need to sort out your pelvic floor then.” Felix looked her up and down.

“Trust me, she’s doing her Kegels.” Hyunjin replied.

Just then Minho stood up and bent over Chris to whisper something in his ear, and with a nod and a pat on Chris’s back, Minho made to walk out of the meeting room. His phone. His fucking phone, sat on the table. Abandoned. Aura’s eyes widened in horror as she stared at the phone. Where the fuck was he going? Why did he leave his phone? Why was he teasing her like this?

“Oh, Minho?” Binnie called out. “You left your phone.” Thank you Binnie, Aura thought.

“Oops! So I did. Thank you Changbin.” And he came back to collect his phone.

As Minho left again, he caught Aura’s eye, and soon as he walked out she felt the vibrations intensify.

“I gotta go!” She shrieked standing up. Heads turned towards her, looking at her strangely.

“The meeting’s almost over, Aura. Can’t you wait?” Chris looked annoyed. She sat back down, using all of her resolve not to panic - or come.

As soon as the meeting came to an end, Aura was out of there in a heartbeat. She needed to get to the ladies room and get this thing out of her. Or maybe she’ll let herself come, then get it out of her.

“Kitten.” A hand grabbed her wrist.

“Minho. What the actual fuck? I need to-“

“Come? Yes I know. You were so good not to come in front of your co-workers. I think you deserve a reward.” He pulled her into his office, locking the door behind him. Then he pulled the blinds down over the glass window.

“On the couch. Quick.” He said desperately. This whole scenario had probably turned him on too. She ran to the couch, she was dying for relief.

“Sit down. That’s it. Spread your legs, let me see what state you’re in.”

She obeyed. Sliding her skirt up and spreading her legs. Minho sunk to his knees, his hand resting on her inner thighs.

“Fuck!” He sighed when he saw how soaked her panties were. “Let’s get these off you.” He peeled her drenched underwear off and re-settled his gaze between her legs. He reached for the part of the vibrator that remained outside of her body and pressed the hidden button to turn the power off.

Aura watched Minho’s expression as he slowly pulled the device from her. It was look of lust and concentration, his mouth agape as the vibrator slowly slipped out. A sigh escaped him once it was completely free. Then he took the entire thing in his mouth. “Don’t want to waste any of it.” He said after pulling it out of his mouth clean.

“How are you planning to reward me?” She wanted to know.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. Aura bit her lip. She liked the idea of this reward. Minho was quick to free his cock. He was definitely finding this situation arousing. The condom was on in a matter of moments. “You’re going to have to stay quiet, Kitten while I fuck you.” He reminded her that people were working on the other side of the wall.

“You ready? Hold your legs up.” Aura nodded and grabbed the backs of her thighs.

“How’s that feel, hmm? Better?” He cooed as he slowly fucked her. He spread her lips, giving himself more access to push as deep as possible.

“Faster.” She whined. Minho shook his head. “I can’t have you screaming the place down.” But he did increase the force of his thrusts. Slow, deep and hard. That was how he fucked her, despite her begging him for more. He reached for the vibrator turning it back on and up to the fastest speed. “Here. Use this on your clit.” He puffed.

Aura placed the vibrator on her clitoris and immediately cried out. Minho shot her a warning glance. “I’ll have to take it off you,” he threatened, “or, I’ll have to make you be quiet. Which it is?”

“M…make me…be quiet…” she whimpered.

Minho brought a hand up and covered her mouth, forcing it closed so nothing but the tiniest protests escaped.

Then he fucked her how she’d wanted him to. Fast. She pulled her legs as wide as they would go. She rubbed her clit with the vibrator as hard as she could. She felt her body begin to shake involuntarily. She couldn’t tell Minho she was about to come, but the look in his eyes told her he knew she was on the verge.

And then she was coming. It was a long, drawn out orgasm. One that was still going as she felt Minho reach his climax too. He bit down on his lip to suppress his cry when he released himself into the condom.

It was only then that Aura noticed how sweaty and flushed Minho was. She probably looked fucked too. They both closed their eyes for a moment in the hopes that when they opened them again they’d look presentable. They didn’t.

“You’re fucking crazy, Minho. Who the fuck are you?” She said after she’d attempted to make herself decent and leaving his office to get back to work.

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A knock on the recording room door a week later brought Aura out of her focus. It was after hours again, and Aura was just finished recording an episode for her podcast.

She looked up to find MInho standing in the door with two coffees, smiling.

It was becoming a bit of a routine for them actually. He appeared to work back often, and on evenings she wanted to record, she’d find that he would come and visit her when she’d finished.

“Just checking if you’re finished? Or I can come back?” He said.

Aura smiled. “All done with recording, Just finishing up on the laptop now. Come. Sit.” She gestured to the chair across from her.

He sat down and swiveled the chair around playfully, grinning. Aura eyed him suspiciously.

“What’s gotten into you Mister Lee Minho?” She smiled.

“I’ve got something to show you.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as he scrolled. “Okay, you ready?” He asked and he stood up, plopping the phone on the table and pressing ‘play’. The chorus of Exo’s Love Shot started to play and Minho began to actually dance the choreography.

Aura’s hands flew up to her mouth as she let out a squeal, and her eyes widened. Holy shit! Once she got over the fact that he’d taken the time to learn and practice, she realised the man could move. His rhythm was on point, his facial expressions sexy, his ass enticing, and his body rolls were out of this world. How could the man have such control over every muscle of his body? How could he move so fluidly? How could he be so sexy and cute at the same time?

Aura giggled breaking Minho’s concentration. He stopped dancing and turned the song off. He sat back down seemingly embarrassed.

“Minho! Fuck you're an amazing dancer. No wonder you’ve been teasing me about my dancing. God, I must’ve looked fucking terrible?” She shook her head remembering back to how she over exaggerated her moves.

“Nah, you were cute.”

Aura poked her tongue out at him. She hadn’t wanted to look cute.

“Anyway, I think I’m finished. Let’s pack up and maybe we can- “ Aura stopped short when she saw Minho stand back up and make his way over to her side of the podcasting desk and come up behind her.

He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, pressing his body against hers making her swoon, and she leaned her head back into his shoulder, exposing the long column of her neck. Minho attacked it immediately, sucking her pulse and nibbling the skin. Aura exhaled, softening into his body, her legs quickly becoming jelly. His hands moved from her waist, one to her breast, the other on her neck.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, kitten.” He hummed. “What about you?” He bit her neck. “Have you been thinking about me? Thinking about me touching you like this?” Minho unbuttoned her blouse skillfully with one hand, immediately slipping his hand inside and touching her skin. Her entire body was buzzing under his touch. His fingers found the edge of her bra and he yanked it down to expose her breast. Aura exhaled sharply. Being exposed felt thrilling.

“Yes. Minho, I have.” She sighed. She’d been thinking about all fucking day in fact.

Minho released her neck and with one hand rolling her nipple between his fingers, the other came to rest at the back of her skirt where her zipper started. Aura held her breath as Minho unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her hips, letting it drop to the floor.

“Fuck!” Minho dropped to his knees behind her. He slapped her on the ass a few times, the sound resounding through the room. “Grrr… I fucking love your ass.” He growled. He spread her cheeks and pulled her very tiny panties to the side so he could run a finger along her lips. Aura’s hands slammed down on the desk in front of her to steady herself as Minho’s tongue found her asshole and his fingers rubbed figure eights on her clit.

“Jesus, Minho! That feels so good.” She moaned and pushed her hips down to increase the pressure. How could this man make her feel this good?

Aura couldn’t take it any longer. Her pussy ached to be filled. “Minho… Sir. I need you to fuck me already.” She’d been waiting all day for this.

Minho lifted his head and chuckled at how Aura was falling apart. His fingers moved to the opening of her vagina where he pushed three fingers inside of her. The sudden, forceful stretch made Aura cry out and then melt around his digits.

Minho stood up behind her and wrapped his fingers around her ponytail, pushing her to bend further over the desk. Her head hit the microphone causing it to swing out of the way. Minho kept fucking her with his fingers. His fast, relentless fingers dug into her at the most perfect angle.

“Listen to how much your pussy loves this.” He said referring to the wet sounds coming from her vagina.

“I…I…need more, Minho. I need your cock.” She reached around and removed his fingers from inside of her and turned around to face him. With her best porno face, she opened her mouth and sucked all three of his glistening fingers at once. She took them in as deep as she could, sucking and moaning like she needed this or she’d simply die.

Minho sighed softly as he watched her with playful eyes. He slowly removed his fingers from her mouth and rested his hand on her jaw. The gesture was soft and tender. Minho would sometimes share this side of himself, Aura had come to learn. Sometimes when they found themselves alone, he’d smile at her knowingly and steal a soft kiss. If he was lucky he’d have a chance to grope her tits cheekily. He’d gaze hopefully into her eyes like she’d disappear if he blinked.

That’s how Minho was looking at her now. Like she was precious. Like she was needed. Like nothing else in the world mattered.

But then his mouth turned into a smirk. So he’d decided how he wanted to take her, then? Aura had come to learn that look too. The one where she knew he was thinking through the various ways he could fuck her, and the exact moment when he came to a decision.

“What’s that face, Minho? Trying to decide if you want to look into my eyes while you fuck my brains out, huh?”

“I wanna make love to you in a bed, Aura.” He said softly. That was not what she expected to hear. It went straight to her heart.

“Well, we can make that happen. You know that right?” Actually, Aura didn’t really know why they hadn’t gone home with each other yet. So far everything had taken place there at the office.

“I’d really like that, kitten.” He stroked her cheek and kissed her. “But right now you need my cock, isn’t that right?” Another kiss, this time biting her lip as he pulled away. His fingers finding her clit again.

Aura rolled her head back “Mmm… I do.” She moaned.

The energy shifted and things moved quickly then. Minho’s hands reached around to grab her ass and lifted her up to sit her on the desk. He pushed the recording equipment to the side to make room and swiftly unbuckled his belt. Aura reached out to help Minho free his cock. She wanted to taste it, but instead he pushed her legs open to nestle his hips between them, snaking an arm around Aura’s waist and pulling her close for a ravenous kiss. They were both panting with need, desperate to be connected.

“Wait, Aura… condom.” He puffed and pulled away to search his pockets. “Fuck!” he growled when he couldn’t find one. “I fucking swear I-”

“Fuck me anyway.” Aura looked at him with hungry eyes.

Minho blinked at her. “You sure it’s okay?” Aura could tell he wanted to but there was hesitation in his eyes.

“I promise it’s okay. I wanna feel you properly.”

Minho came back in close, taking hold of her again, kissing her sweetly and carefully. “I wanna feel you too, kitten. I wanna feel my bare cock slide through your cunt. Nothing in the way.”

Just the thought of Minho inside of her without any barriers made her wetter than ever. He guided the tip of his cock to her pussy and slid it up and down through her lips, paying extra attention to rubbing it against her clit. Aura needed him to fucking hurry up. They both looked down and watched as his cock began to penetrate her. Aura let out a gasp and Minho groaned long and low as they watched his cock disappear inside of her.

Once all the way inside, Minho paused for a moment. He swallowed hard trying to compose himself. “Fuck I don’t think I can last long… this is too fucking good.”

“Then just fuck me quick, cos I’m not going to last either.”

Minho chuckled at how pathetic and needy they seemed. “Okay, sweetheart, you asked for it.” He growled. He pulled her so she was closer to the edge of the desk and started to rail into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him so she wouldn’t slip backwards from the force of his thrusts.

“Oh… yes… fuck… Oh God… like that…” the words were jolted out of her. “Does…my…pussy feel…good…Minho?”

“Fuck…grr…Aura…you feel so…fucking…grr…perfect.” He dug his fingers into her thigh, his other hand tugged at her hair. His lips attacked as much of her exposed skin as they could. Aura felt completely overtaken by Minho. She loved being the source of his pleasure. It felt good to the be one he needed for his release.

“You like me fucking you on a desk at work, huh?”

Her whole body was melting under his touch. She couldn’t distinguish one part of her body from another. Her entire being was buzzing with warmth. Her mind stopped working. All thoughts gone. Her only focus was the building tension inside of her. She hid her face in Minho’s shoulder, pulling him as close as she could. “I’m gonna come…” she whispered.

“Yes… grrr… Come for me, kitten…I can’t hold back any longer.”

“Come in me.” She pulled her head back to lock eyes with Minho, silently begging him to stay inside her. His eyes lost focus and his hips stuttered. It was enough to bring Aura to orgasm. Waves upon waves of release washed over her. At the same time Minho’s face scrunched up and his eyes squeezed tight and she could feel his hot release pulsing inside of her.

Minho remained inside her for a few minutes while they smiled and kissed each other. “If I pull out the cum is going to drip out.” He stated. Aura giggled. “Well that is what happens. Are you scared we’ll stain the carpet?” She raised an eyebrow. Minho kissed her forehead. “I kind of like it being in there.”

“Oh Minho, you’re such a nerd.” She teased.

“Ha!” he yelled defensively and pulled his softened cock out her harshly.

“Well, you’ll just have to keep on doing it so I’m filled up constantly.” She stated while she straightened her clothes.

“You’re that addicted to my cock huh?” he looked her up and down like she was some sort of sex fiend. “Hey?” His voice turned sincere. Aura looked up at him as she did the last of her buttons up. “I want to take you on a date. A proper one.”

Aura was caught by surprise. A date? She didn’t know how much she had wanted him to say something like that. She’d squashed the idea of Minho wanting something more than office sex out of her mind. She’d pretended she didn’t care. Did Minho really want more too?

“The silence doesn’t sound promising.” Said Minho.

“I…Would really like that.” She replied quietly.

Read Part 6 Here

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Authors note: Things are going to take a bit of a turn for the next while. We get more Han. You might hate me, but I promise things will get better.

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@2chopsticks2eyes @lyramundana @channieandhisgoonsquad sorry in advance for the next chapter.

#skz fanfic #skz smut #minho x oc #lee know x oc #lee know smut #minsung smut

[sungielvr]

Nervous Young Inhumans

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Warning - smoking, weed, mention of anxiety and depression, talk about not wanting to live anymore

w.c. 1064

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Seoyoon's day began as it usually did – with a joint in hand, her morning ritual on the bedroom balcony. The wisps of smoke curled around her, creating a cocoon of tranquility as she savored the moment. It was her way of finding peace, at least for a while, before facing the world that seemed to follow her everywhere.

Once she was finished she headed back into her room where she continued to get ready for her first class. She wasn't to sure why she chose a class so damn early in the morning. perhaps she just needed that reason to wake up in the morning.

Once Seoyoon made her way onto campus she made a b-line straight for the library where she could be alone. Because although they were in college the bullies seemed to still follow her.

She was surprised when she saw a squirrel like boy sitting in her usual seat. She found him absolutely adorable and that kind of pissed her off.

Seoyoon was way too shy to tell someone they were in her seat so instead she opted for sitting at a table across from her regular one. A little more out in the open than she was comfortable with but what can you do.

Breaking the silence, Jisung invited her to share the table, revealing his kind-hearted nature. Blushing and stuttering, Seoyoon introduced herself and cautiously took a seat across from him.

"Oh! Um are you sure I don't want to be a bother" Seoyoon spoke so quietly that if the library wasn't already silent he would have never heard her.

"Of course I don't mind, I'm Jisung by the way" He giggled to her, she thought that giggle was the most cutest and addicting thing she's ever heard.

" I'm Seoyoon, Park Seoyoon" She almost stabbed herself after hearing herself stutter. Putting her laptop as a makeshift barrier, yet her attention kept drifting back to Jisung.

Instead of going onto her laptop to study like she should be doing she instead opened up twitter...

Seoyoon occasionally looked up to see what Jisung was up to. At one point she was nearly immersed into her staring till he cleared his throat. she let out a small squeak which made him chuckle slightly.

"I'm so sorry, that was so creepy! I swear I was just lost in spaced," she easily lied. Her face was bright red and her heart pounded slightly. It was at the moment she wished her attempt last month worked.

Before she could get lost in her dark thoughts Jisung spoke up.

"Hey class is about to start... we both have economics, right? Why don't we walk together? It can give us time to chat more" He spoke with the sweetest smile ever, it was almost as if he genuinely wanted to hang out with her. But who would want to hang out with the quiet girl who was too rude to acknowledge the people around her. That's what everyone told the 19 year old.

"Yeah I'd Love to" She replied with the kindest smile she could muster yet if you knew the girl close enough you'd know right away it was slightly awkward.

On the way to class Jisung noticed Seoyoon pulled her hat a little more over her face and walked slouched almost as if to seem smaller. He knew this poster all too well, Seoyoon was anxious. He decided to start conversion with her in hopes to get her mind off of whatever was eating at her.

"Hey Seoyoon, what's your major? I realized I never asked you." He ever so gently pulled on her sweater sleeve to get her attention. She looked up at him with slightly panicked eyes trying to piece together an answer.

"Oh, um um I major in music theory and minor in psychology, weird mix I know" She very softly laughed. Jisung nearly grinned when he realized talking to her worked; she was now focused on him, not the thoughts tearing her beautiful brain up.

" I major in music theory too.. hence why we share the class" He ever so awkwardly chuckled after, because even though he was leading the conversation he was still the same old awkward Jisung.

They were now inside the class and both had decided to sit next to each other.

Jisung bravely asked for Seoyoon's Instagram and number, expressing his genuine desire to stay friends beyond that day.

"Um, is it okay if I get your Instagram and or your number? I'd like to continue being friends after today" She couldn't believe her ears; someone wanted to be friends with her, the quiet girl who had always been misunderstood.

"Yeah! it's p-k dot s-y-n!" She spelled out for Jisung as he typed it into his phone. She pulled out her phone as she got the notification of him following her. She followed back immediately, also saving his number in her phone

hanji has started following you.

She looked up at him with a big smile to find he was already looking at her with a fond look, She tilted her head to the side with her eyebrows furrowed,

"what.."

"Nothing, I just like your smile"

She felt her face burst into the hottest flames imaginable, she looked down at her sleeve and started playing with the hem hoping he wouldn't see the effect he had on her.

A few seconds later the professor walked in and Seoyoon had gone into work mode. It's funny for someone who doesn't try in anything she surely does pay attention in class.

After class Sooyeon bid Jisung goodbye both promising to meet in the library again the following day.

Back home in her apartment, Seoyoon allowed herself to release all her anxieties and emotions in tears.

She made her way to her room, still slightly shaking. She sat in front of her mirror and laughed,

"You're so fucked up in the head Park Seoyoon. You make me sick." She laughed once again but there was no humor behind the laugh.

Sung imessage (1)

She faced the harsh truth of her inner struggles but found comfort in the thought of meeting Jisung again the next day.

Lying in bed with mixed emotions, Seoyoon realized how much she enjoyed talking to Jisung, how he made her feel seen and appreciated. The memory of his chubby cheeks brought a smile to her face as she drifted off to sleep, looking forward to the next meeting with the boy who had unexpectedly brightened her day.

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[nolanhollogay]

jacob bergersen in “irreplacable”:

jacob wasn’t planning on coming back to KISS for his junior year. he wasn’t planning on coming back to KISS ever again. there was far too much drama for his liking, and if avoiding it meant avoiding the school all together, then so be it.

but, over the summer his parents decide that south korea is the perfect place to live for the rest of their lives, and he’s forced to go back.

there he meets kitty song-covey, arguably the most drama fueled person he’s ever met, and suddenly all of his problems seem minuscule when compared to her never ending disaster of a life. exccept for minho. he will always be jacob’s biggest issue, and now he’s inescapable.

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#jacob bergersen #xo kitty oc #minho x oc #ochub #allaboutocs #mine #my newest boy <3

[looneyleyle]

doctor ~ minho

synopsis: minho's been through it all. he's grown accustomed to the torturous visions wckd pumps into his brain everyday. so why is this doctor not doing the same?

warnings: angst, implied character death, medical talk, violence

words: 2567

note: from my wattpad account, written june 21 2021

minho pov

as terrible as it sounds, i wish i could forget about my friends. i wish that they would disappear from my memories. i wish that they would go away because every day, i see them die. i see them getting shredded limb for limb by grievers. i see them as a hoard of cranks bite into their flesh. i see them slowly give into the madness of the shucking flare.

guards escorted me through the pristine white hallways for the millionth time, ready to do more testing, to fill my brain with more images of my friends being slaughtered. i didn't even try to resist, i had grown too weak to even try. as they opened the door to my torture chamber, three doctors came to the door right next to mine, presumably where the doctors observed me. there were two large men, with a much smaller woman between them. she looked extremely uncomfortable, her arms drawn tightly to herself. i couldn't bring himself to feel bad for the woman. she was obviously with wckd, she deserved much more than uncomfortableness, or whatever she was going through. the three stopped at the door, the two men poking the woman.

"go on pipsqueak. it's about time you start doing something around here." one heckled. i paid no mind to them, making my way into the room, the guards staying positioned outside.

as some man hooked me up to the machine, i tried to brace myself for what today's visions would be. they recently found the memory of newt's fatal jump, and they liked to use that memory against me. before i could think up more potential scenarios, my mind went blank.

when i 'woke up', i found myself in the homestead, laying in my hammock. looking around skeptically, i didn't see any signs of peril. cautiously, i got out of the hammock. i saw the normal breakfast crowd around the tables, talking, flinging food, and getting ready for their chores. there were still no signs of danger. i walked up to frypan to see bacon, toast, and eggs. i made light conversation with frypan as i grabbed a few pieces of food. looking around, i saw newt, thomas, chuck, and gally all sitting at a table together. newt waved me over, scooting over to make room for me. i went by the boys and sat down, waiting for something to happen. the four stared at me weirdly.

"what's your problem shuckface?" gally growled, digging into his eggs.

"you seem a bit on edge there." newt observed, taking a bite of toast. i just shrugged, not wanting to give wckd any ideas of what to do to me.

breakfast was calm, the boys all joking around with me. it felt like i was truly back in the glade again. just as i was about to get my pack for my daily run in the maze, i woke up.

looking around, there was the woman from earlier unhooking me from the contraption. getting a better look at her, i realized that she was hardly a woman, she was my age. she helped me down from the device and opened the door, letting the guards come in and take me back to my room. i gave her a questioning look, but she simply watched as i walked past.

this continued for a little less than a week. i would come to the room, have a fairly normal vision, be unhooked from the machine by the girl, and then would be on my way back to my room. the visions would have minor inconveniences in them, like me scraping my arm on something, or gally tackling me to the floor in his little fighting ring. but there was no cranks, grievers, or death in any of them.

one morning, i woke up to the other kids in my bunk being escorted out. when i got up to get out, however, i was told to stay.

"you're to stay in here. doctors orders." that was all he said before slamming the door in my face. left with more questions than answers, i paced around the room, trying to find something to do. i opted for a light workout to get my mind off of everything, and to maybe start getting my body back in shape.

i was given a week or so of rest, still with no explanation of why. today, they were going to check to see if i was fit enough to continue testing. instead of the normal room, i was taken to a room with a medical chair, a swivel chair, and counters full of medical supplies. on the swivel chair sat the same female doctor i had been given for the past couple of weeks. she looked up when the guards threw me into the room, but she kept quiet, gesturing for me to sit down in the chair. i did so hesitantly, not knowing what she was going to do.

"what are you trying to do here?" i asked harshly. she just continued to wipe off a little plastic stick with an alcohol swab.

"why aren't you talking ba-" i was cut off by her lightly holding my jaw open, the plastic stick being used to move my tongue around as she looked into my mouth. she let go of my jaw before continuing a couple of basic tests.

"you know, ladies would kill to be where you are, checking me up." i smirked, retaining some of my old sass. i noticed a small smile sprawl across her face as she put some sort of cuff and pump on my bicep.

"getting a little touchy there i see." i continued, my smirk not leaving my face. as i continued to observe the girl, i realized she was quite attractive. i hadn't noticed when i first saw her with the two men. true to her demeaning nickname of "pipsqueak", she was fairly small, at least, compared to me. i could easily take her in a fight. in fact, i could probably pin her down within a couple seconds if i really tried.

i felt a cold sensation on my arm that brought me back out of my head. she had some sort of circular thing on my arm, which was attached to her ears through some wires. i remembered jeff using one to check my heartbeat after i got injured in the maze once. i felt the cuff on my bicep start to get tighter and tighter from some hand pump the doctor was using. after a couple of pumps, she stopped. before she could move, the doors bursted open, revealing two faces i thought i would never see in real life again.

"newt? tommy?" the two nodded, wide smiles on their faces. then, thomas noticed the doctor right next to me. thomas aimed the launcher at her, but she didn't flinch. in fact, she paid no mind to it at all. instead, she removed cuff and stethoscope from my arm and handed me a first aid kit. she then turned to thomas and put her hands up, confusing the two boys.

"c'mon minho, we don't have all day" newt complained, looking rapidly around to make sure no one was coming. i got up to follow them out, but once i reached the door, i looked back at the doctor. she still sat there in the chair, simply watching us leave.

i don't know why i did what i did next. i had no reason to trust her. i knew that. she knew that. the boys knew that. wckd was our sworn enemy. still, a part of me felt wrong leaving her there.

"take her," i told thomas, causing both boys to look at me in shock. i added, "as a bargaining chip," not wanting the two boys to think anything more of it. the two looked at each other before warily nodded, figuring that bringing the girl with wouldn't do too much harm. i quickly grabbed her arm, as gently as i could without seeming weak or soft, and dragged her along with. she didn't put up a fight. she gave me a confused look, but i ignored it, continuing to follow newt and thomas.

we continued to run through the long hallways, and i was surprised with the lack of guards. doctors and other wckd workers ran every which way, holding onto large files and bags of medical supplies. before long, we felt the floor under us starting to move.

"shuck, what do we do now?" newt yelled, mostly to himself. the girl next to me spoke up.

"there's an emergency exit stairwell up ahead." with that, we sprinted forward a bit more until we came across a door with a bright "exit" sign above it. the doctor used her card to open the door, and sure enough, there were stairs in front of us, leading us out of the crumbling building. the building itself was getting hotter, only making us run down the stairs faster.

"the door on the left will get you out of the building. it leads into an alleyway." she told us, jogging down the last flight of stairs. we pushed open the door to find a dark path ahead, distant screams in the background. from above, we could hear wckd workers coming down the stairs.

"go!" i whisper-yelled, pushing the two boys out of the door and grabbing onto the shebean. we ran through the alley, shedding off some of the layers we were wearing due to the heat. once we found a main road, we watched as buildings collapsed, people screamed, and chaos broke out. some were screaming in joy, finally taking down the people who had held out on them for so long. others screamed in heart wrenching pain as they lost friends and loved ones.

"the berg is this way, come on!" thomas yelled, ushering us in one direction. we followed his orders despite the pain in our legs and lungs. i felt the doctor behind me starting to slow.

"c'mon shortie, we're almost there." i told her, pulling her towards me, trying to urge her to run faster. she nodded and ran as fast as her little legs could take her.

the buildings around us were all in flames, some of them starting to crumble. before i knew it, something collided with me, pushing me.

after being shoved harshly forward, i turned around to yell at the girl, only to watch in terror as a large pile of rubble separated me, newt, and thomas from the girl. through the fire and smoke, i could see her look around, panicked, trying to find a way out. however, when she looked up, she locked eyes with me.

"go!" she screamed. for some reason i'd never admit out loud, my heart wrenched as i started to back away from the scene. i watched as tears steamed down her face. the doctor was quick to realize and accept her fate, and instead, spent her last moments watching us as we ran away. i was still somewhat facing her, jogging backwards. i could still sprint back to her, but i think we both knew deep down that it wouldn't do anything. so, the girl simply waved to me with a solemn look on her face, and i did the same as i turned around and ran to catch up with my friends.

once we got to the berg, newt started to shake. it was the moment everyone was dreading. thomas tried to hold down newt, begging him to fight the madness. my arm became heavy, and i remembered the first aid kit the doctor had given me. i opened it and looked for something, anything that would help my best friend. that's when i noticed the blue substance inside of a syringe. quickly pulling it out, i rushed over to newt, despite the boy's thrashing and protesting, and stuck the syringe into his arm. he still thrashed around during and after the substance was injected into him, but after a couple of minutes, newt calmed down, heaving for air.

"where did you get that?" thomas asked in amazement. i held up the kit.

"she gave us the cure. there's a couple more vials in here." as we waited for the others to get back to the berg, i looked back towards where we came from. where i left the girl who saved not only my life, but the life of my best friend as well. once again, i found myself wondering if i should go back. maybe she'd still be alive, trying to make her way out. maybe she had found a way out and was looking for him. my thoughts were cut off by brenda, frypan, and everyone else coming into view, sprinting for the berg. i saw the heartbreak in thomas's eyes as they swept the crowd for teresa, but deep down, the boy knew the answer to his unasked questions. everyone filed into the berg and jorge took off. silence swept over the berg, everyone deep in their thoughts. my mind couldn't help but get caught up on the girl that saved me, but whom i had failed to save. i didn't even know her, and yet, she did so much for us. i mentally kicked myself for not doing more. if i had ran a bit fast, pulled her a bit harder, then maybe, just maybe, i could have saved another innocent life.

3rd person pov

minho still couldn't believe that they had reached the safe haven. for all of his life -at least, the parts he could remember- he was under wckd's control. now, he was free. they all were. he watched as his friends carved the names of their fallen friends and family into a large rock. he couldn't bring himself to read the names. no, he was a strong person. at least, he had to be strong for the others, and he would be anything but if he looked at the names. to think about all of the gladers he joked around with and practically helped raise… and to think about the fates they faced… he swore that he wouldn't cry, not in front of everyone else.

that night, when everyone else was making their was to bed, minho went up to the boulder. there were torches around that dimly lit the area, making it just light enough to see the names. picking up the tool that was used to carve in all of the other names, minho raised his arm to write, only to feel stupid. he had never gotten the girl's name. all that she did for him, and he didn't even bother to find out who she was. he tried to recall any indicator or slight interaction where he might have heard her name, but he couldn't remember. the only time he heard her being referred to was when the other doctors called her "pipsqueak". after thinking for a moment more, he got to work on the stone.

the next morning, as newt made his rounds around the haven, he found minho asleep in front of the rock. examining it, he noticed a new name. near teresa's name was the name "pip". newt smiled sadly, being able to make a guess at who the person was.

"thank you, pip."

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[slutforleeminho]

“i wanna try something.” you breathed out between the hot and messy kisses you were giving minho, his hands gripping your waist tighter and pulling your hips down against his clothed bulge. he was already so hard, it amazed you how you could do the bare minimum and he would be fully erect in just minutes.

“whatever you want, baby.” he looked at you with so much love and admiration. that’s how he always responded to your requests, inside and outside the bedroom. ‘whatever you want, if i have it it’s yours.’ and then he’d kiss you until you forgot what it was you were even asking of him.

“you don’t even know what it is yet. how can you be so sure that you’ll want to?” you moved away from his lips to his neck, leaving little love bites as you went. he sighed when you sucked on the little sensitive spot behind his ear.

“oh baby, it isn’t in my blood to say no to you, especially when you’re sitting on top of me like this. you could tie me down to this bed right now and take me however you wanted and i wouldn’t refuse.” his brows were furrowed and eyes screwed shut, focusing on the feeling of your lips on his skin. he looked so fucked out, which made you wonder if he was just saying those things and not actually meaning them. but you refused to pass this moment up without at least trying. so you sat straight up, separating your top half from his. his eyes shot open and searched you face for the answer as to why you stopped. “did i say something wrong? i’m sorry, love, i didn’t-”

“no, you said exactly what i wanted to hear.” you smirked down at him, waiting for him to realize what you meant and when his eyes widened and you felt his dick twitch through his thin sweatpants you knew he understood. “would you like that? for me to cuff you this bed and have my way with you,” you asked in the most innocent voice you could, a big contrast to your words. “use you however i please.” your words went straight to his throbbing cock.

“yes. fuck, baby please.” his eyes were full of lust and anticipation, his voice so quiet and submissive that you didn’t recognize this person under you at all. you didn’t respond verbally, settling on silently removing yourself from his lap and stripping him of all remaining clothing. you didn’t get naked yourself until the pair of handcuffs you kept in your bedside table were safely securing his wrists to the bed frame above his head. when you did take your clothes off you did so very slowly, taking your time just to see him squirm. Minho didn’t take his eyes off of you once, not until you were back on top of him and the tip of his pulsing cock was pressed against your entrance. he threw his head back and sighed before he swallowed hard, trying to keep himself from falling apart beneath you. at least not so soon.

you took in everything about this moment, not wanting to forget anything about it. the way the veins that ran down his arms bulged, to the way he twitched every now and then, seemingly very worked up. his chest rising and falling violently, you’ve never seen him like this, so…. so submissive and pliant. it made you want to eat him alive. you ran your hands up his torso, feeling his hot skin against the palm of your hands. a little whine escaped his lips when you grazed his nipples with your fingernails. his hips rutted up into you, resulting in his swollen tip slipping inside of you. he gasped from the sudden stimulation and raised them higher in search of more. you took both of his nipple in between your fingers and and pinched them. he winced from the pain and looked at you with confusion all over his face.

“bad boy,” his eyes widened. “ i didn’t say you could do that.” you didn’t know why you had said that and immediately regretted it. minho was always the dominant one in your relationship, the one who called the shots, the one who called you a bad girl. and that’s why you were in complete shock when he uttered a quiet “i’m sorry.” you tried to hide your surprise the best you could and continue with your switched roles. “how will you make it up to me?” he scanned the room as if the answer was written on the walls somewhere, and apparently it was cause his eyes lit up as he quickly turned his head to look at you.

“sit on my face.”

“hmmm,” you pretended to think about it. “should i?” he quickly nodded and you chuckled at his eagerness. the thought did have you clenching so you moved up his body until your thighs were on either side of his head. his eyes sparkled as he stared at your dripping sex, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. he looked starved and he just found the perfect meal, so he lifted his head in attempt to attach his lip to your core. he only made it so far before you yanked his head back by his hair. “once again, not asking for permission,” your whole brain chemistry was altered when he basically sobbed, a little tear sliding down the side of his face. “i should punish you,” you were loving this a little too much. “but that will have to wait.” he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off by completely sitting on his mouth. he didn’t miss a beat before devouring, running his tongue through your folds before nipping and sucking harshly on your clit. his hands were balled up into fists and pulling away from the cuffs, his biceps flexing from the strain on his muscles. the veins on his arms were protruding and you couldn’t keep yourself from running a finger over them, tracing out the greenish blue lines. his skin was on fire, almost too hot for you to touch. almost.

you mindlessly started grinding down on his tongue, riding his face for your own pleasure. you weaved your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you, chasing after the euphoric feeling you knew only he could give you. and after a few more thrusts of his tongue and sucking hard on your clit one last time, you were coming. chest heaving and moaning his name like it’s the only thing you knew. once you came down and moved off of his face minho took a deep breath of air and only then you realized you almost suffocated the poor boy. “aww i’m sorry baby, could you not breathe?” you held the side of his face, wiping away your arousal from the corner of his mouth. he was too busy trying to catch his breath to answer you but that was fine you’d get an answer out of him.

you sank down on his cock completely without so much as a warning. “ah- baby wait- i wasn’t- fuck i wasn’t ready.”

“i don’t need your permission.” you ground yourself against him. he threw his head back against the pillows and arched his back.

“if you keep going i’m gonna come. so please… stop.” he pleaded, his voice was so quiet which was very unlike him, so you knew he was telling the truth, he was about to explode.

“you want me to stop?” you went from grinding to full on bouncy on him now.

“ahh fuck i’m coming!” his eyes screwed shut, bracing himself for quite possibly the most intense orgasm he’s ever had. only for it to be ripped away. his eyes shot open. “why’d you stop?!” he looked infuriated with you, he was so close why would you take that away from him?

“you told me to stop.” you smirked at him. “why? did you want to come? i’m so, so sorry.” you were talking to him like a baby, pouting down at him like he was a child. “well i guess we can consider that your punishment.”

“uncuff me.” he demanded. “now.”

“oh baby i’d love to.” you grinned. “ but i’m not finished with you yet.”

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i’m back!!!!! did you miss me?

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[xo-lesserafim]

THE FAKE GIRLFRIEND

CREDITS TO @livelovecaliforniadreams for gif

MIN HO SMAU

synopsis: As a billionaire’s daughter, Life was good. Your mother’s best friend was Dami, Min ho’s mother. When you guys first met, it was HELL. Ever since then, you guys have been enemies. But one day, Min ho comes up to you asking to be in a fake relationship so all the girls can stop hitting on me. You happen to accept, not knowing the love that will bloom.

STATUS: ON HOLD?

POSTED/STARTED: June 29,2023

ENDED: ?

TROPE(S): Fake relationship, enemies to lovers ( lmk if I’m missing anything!)

PAIRINGS: Min ho x Y/ N (aka Blossom Mo or Mo Bora. Nicknames are Bloom, Bubbles.)

GENRE: Fluff, Angst, High school au, SMAU (lmk ifI needed to add anything.

WARNING: Swearing, kys, me tryna add funny stuff that isn’t funny. (Lmk if I should ass something.)

a/n: Enjoy this, my min ho fanfic, and a sunghoon smau i am plainning. Please enjoy<3

PROFILES: Bubble pop’in girlies<3 THE BOYZZ

CHAPTERS.

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TAGLIST: @chaewon-slays @lysira340 @ms-green-t @sparkysparking101 @deafeningtyrantmilkshake @sincerely-aaronette @cherrriesss @delulu4-life

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[drewsprettygirl]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 ,, 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙘 || 𝐗.𝐎. 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 🧁💐

“ i like you “

💐 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙮𝙤𝙤 🧺

“ what? “

🍰 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ☕️

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

—𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 ☆

—𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐊𝐄

—𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊

—𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃

—𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

—𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓/𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄☆

—𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍☆

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : 𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙣 / 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙘 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Texting bf!skz "I'm going to eat you" 😋

I'm not sure what this is sometimes I just look at their sweet faces and go like aaahng mentally cause COME ON they look so ✨biteable✨

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤 maknae line 🖤

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[straykeedz]

𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐢 ; 𝐥𝐦𝐡

🚨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠… 𝐦𝐞 ;

genre: angst, smut, fluff | 18+, minors dni | ;

wc: around 12,1k ;

cw: non-idol!au ; husband!minho ; explicit sexual content (clit play, unprotected penetration, creampie) ; lots of crying ; infertility ; mentions of an unplanned pregnancy and a pregnancy scare ;

ikigai [ik-ee-guy], 生き甲斐 , japanese : a reason for being, the thing that gets you up in the morning ;

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Minho stares at the small, wooden crib in the middle of the room and silently prays to the gods above that he too will get to feel this kind of joy soon. 

He’s happy for his best friend Chan and his wife, he really is, but it’s still hard to watch someone else living his dream and being constantly reminded that it’s not his turn yet, it’s not your turn. He instantly wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he fights back the tears that well up in his eyes when Chan picks up the small, whining creature wrapped in a soft yellow blanket from the crib. Chan looks at his baby with a gaze that holds all the love of the world, that much is very clear to Minho, and he keeps wondering what does it feel like, Chan, being a dad? But what he wonders the most, unfortunately, is will I ever get a chance to feel this kind of joy, too, someday? 

That’s a question neither him nor you can give an answer to. 

“Let’s go say hi to uncle Lino and auntie Y/N, shall we?” Chan speaks to the baby in a soft voice, then chuckles when his daughter blinks at him a few times and stirs, snuggled comfortably in her fluffy blanket. “Hi, uncles!” Chan coos at the baby once he’s sure you and Minho are both in her peripheral vision. She’s the cutest. Only a few weeks old, she looks just like her father - she even has his dimple.  

Both you and Minho coo at the baby as well, little Haru, and then Chan speaks again. “Do you want to hold her?” He asks his friend, but when he notices Minho’s panicked expression, he chuckles and looks at you, encouraging you with a nod. 

“Sure,” you smile at him, but Minho senses so much pain behind that smile, and the second little Haneul is in your arms, he already knows what you’re thinking. He notices the way your eyes well up with tears as you hold her and caress her puffy cheek as she stirs and looks at you with her cute, boba eyes. “Hi, Haneul,” you coo at her, “This is your cranky uncle Minho,” you giggle and Haneul’s curious eyes fall on Minho’s face. 

He dramatically gasps, pretending to be offended, “Me? Ah, Haneul, your auntie is a liar, she’s the cranky one,” he boops her little nose, “You don’t want to be around her if she hasn’t had her coffee in the morning.”

“Yah, you little sh-“

“Y/N, please, there’s a baby right here,” Minho scolds you with a playful grin on his face, then his gaze falls back on Haneul, who’s frowning, “See? Cranky, I told you,” he shrugs. Out of the blue, little Haneul bursts into a loud cry that catches Minho off guard. 

“Okay, enough time with the uncles,” Chan chuckles as he takes her in his arms, cooing and rocking her as he hums a soft tune, “Yah, Minho, you made my baby cry, ah.” When he notices Minho’s panicked expression, he just chuckles again and says, “Relax dude, I’m kidding. She’s just hungry.”

Will I be a good dad?,Minho can’t help but think as he watches Haneul relax in her father’s arms, her cute eyes light up when she sees the small bottle of milk. Will I be able to calm my child like that? Understand their needs, be their safe place?

“She’s so cute,” you murmur only for Minho to hear, “I want a baby, Minho…” he doesn’t miss the way your voice cracks, and he’s quick to wrap his arm around your waist to pull you closer. 

“Oh, jagi, I know,” he kisses you on the head, “I do, too.” His voice breaks as well, and it’s your turn to hug him now, caressing his back as you both watch Chan feed his daughter as he says something to the guys, Changbin and Felix, sitting next to him, watching the baby in awe. 

“I think I… I think I’d be a good mom?” Your voice comes out as a question, full of doubts, and he hears you sniffle, but you’re not looking at him - you know you’ll break down if your eyes meet his. 

He kisses you on the top of your head once more and lingers. “You’ll be a great mom. You’ll be the best mom in the world, jagi,” he whispers, brushing your knuckles with his thumb. 

He wants to reassure you, tell you everything’s gonna be okay and that soon you’ll have the family you’ve dreaming of for years, that you’ll finally be a mom and he’ll be a dad, but he can’t. How is he supposed to make a promise he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep? It’s not something he can control, it’s not something either of you can control. He feels so hopeless, like he’s failing you in some way, not being able to give you what you want the most. 

You’ve been trying to get pregnant for a while now - a couple of years already, nearly three. 

The decision was mutual and came natural for the both of you - you moved in together when you were still in college, and it didn’t take long before the two of you started having baby fever, dreaming of the perfect mix of you and Minho running around the house. You decided to wait until after graduation. College came and went, and just like that, you and Minho started trying for a baby. A baby that never came. 

You’ve always wanted to become a mother. Minho, though, never fully realized how much he wanted to be a dad until he met you. Give you a child, a family, raise your little bundle of joy together, family vacations, the holidays together, him dressing up as Santa on Christmas Eve… He wants all of this, and he wants it with you. It wouldn’t make sense with anyone else - you’re the love of his life, his soulmate. 

“I love you so much, Minho,” you whisper, turning to look at him. 

He sees your teary eyes and wishes he could take the pain away, “I love you too, jagi.”

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It’s familiar, but never fails to take your breath away, the feeling of Minho’s fingers on your skin - his long fingers brushing your body, making a shiver run down your spine as you arch your back under his touch. His lips are wrapped around one of your nipples, licking and sucking your hardened bud, occasionally scraping it using his teeth - his thrusts inside of you are slow and deep, his pace is steady, his movements fluid. 

His eyes are closed, small huffs coming out of his nostrils and he fists the bedsheets as he rocks his hips back and forth, steadily. His body blankets you, making you feel perfectly safe in his embrace. As he feels close to reaching his orgasm, he lets go of your nipple, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He shifts his weight on his elbow, placed on the side of your head, then you feel his other hand travel all the way through your body - his calloused fingers brush the side of your breast, then your stomach, then they briefly stroke your thigh, before you feel them on your pussy. Minho brushes your labia, hissing when he feels how beautifully your lips spread to welcome his length - only when his fingers are damp, pads entirely wet with your arousal, he touches your clit. 

“I’m- ‘m close, jagi… ‘m about to cum,” he chokes on his own words, rubbing your bud a bit faster, drawing tight, imaginary circles on it, the way he knows you like it. 

“‘M close too, please don’t stop,” you pant. Your toes begin to curl, and your thighs start to tremble as your breathing becomes more and more labored. “So close, so close,” you chant, whimpering under him, which encourages him to continue - it doesn’t matter if his wrist is starting to feel a bit swollen. 

He releases inside of you with a choked moan, filling you up with his semen - only after making sure you’ve come, too, of course. In fact, the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him, clenching around him, is what pushes him off the edge in the first place. The awareness that he’s the only one who gets you to feel you this way, to see this side of you - he feels so damn lucky. 

“I love you so much, my jagi,” Minho mumbles, his words are muffled against your skin. 

You catch your breath, running your hand through Minho’s dark hair, pulling it back from his forehead and face once he lifts his head to meet your gaze. His brown, boba eyes, are full blown as he stares deep inside your soul - he already knows what you’re thinking. He knows you so well, better than anyone else.

“I love you, Min,” you smile at him, but he can see the pain you’re trying to hide behind that smile, and it kills him. 

He shifts his body so that he gets off of you, careful not to cause you any discomfort nor pain as he  pulls out of you, not without pecking your lips once more, lingering for a bit. He lets his body fall on the mattress, his chest rising and falling quickly as he comes down his high. When he feels you move, he knows what’s about to happen next. You grab a pillow, his, because it’s thicker, and place it under your spine and back. Then, you lift your legs all the way up, resting your heels and calves on the wall. It’s supposed to work, they say -  help the reproductive system and increase your chances to get pregnant or whatever. You’re not really sure it’s true, though - you’ve been doing it for years and haven’t noticed any changes, and you most definitely haven’t gotten pregnant yet. 

Minho’s heart cracks a little when he hears you sigh. He runs his calloused fingers through your hair, smiles when he feels you lean in to his touch. “I’m gonna take a shower, okay?” He asks, and you nod. He leaves the room, disappearing inside the bathroom and hopping in the shower, shivering when the cold water hits his bare skin. 

He immediately notices something’s off with you when he returns to the bedroom - the way you quickly wipe your cheeks and the skin under your eyes gives away that you cried. His breath gets caught in his throat at the sight. As soon as you witness his presence in the room, you quickly sit up on the bed and smile at him - it’s a fake smile, he knows that, he knows you. Then, it’s your turn to hop in the shower while he changes the cum stained sheets and pillowcases. While he’s at it, he pulls out a clean pajamas for you to wear once you’re done. 

You’re quiet when you come back in the bedroom, and also when he blow-dries your hair - fidgeting with your rings or with your nails, lifting off the acrylic until one accidentally breaks and you cuss under your breath. You’re also quiet when you slip under the covers, next to him, throwing one leg over his lap and resting your head on his chest as his cologne fills your nostrils. You’re quiet… too quiet - unusually quiet. Minho hates it, he wishes you’d open up to him, tell you what’s going on inside your head, and then he hears it - a faint sniffle. 

And his heart cracks once again as his own eyes well up with tears. He pulls you closer, kissing you on the top of your head. 

“You know you can tell me anything, right, jagi?” Minho asks you, praying that his tone won’t betray him, praying that you won’t notice he’s on the verge of tears as well. He wants to be strong for you. 

You nod weakly, without uttering a single word, and he hugs you tighter. That causes you to burst into tears. Minho promptly wraps his arms around you, shifting so that your face is pressed against his chest as his hands pat and rub your back to soothe you, in hopes to get you to stop crying. “Shh, it’s okay, jagi, it’s okay. I’m here, hm?”

It takes you a while to finally calm down and stop crying. Minho doesn’t let go of you until you do. He doesn’t stop leaving kisses on your head, he doesn’t stop whispering soft words to you. 

“Min… Minho,” your voice trembles, muffled by his t-shirt. You sniffle, but don’t lift your head, incapable to look at him right now, especially since you’re about to tell him that… 

“Tell me, jagi,” Minho encourages you, speaking with a soft voice, toying with the ends of your hair, “talk to me, love.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, hugging him tighter as you fight back the tears. “Minho, why don’t we…” you take a deep breath, fisting his t-shirt, “why don’t we… take a break?”

Minho freezes. He’s not even sure if he’s breathing anymore at this point. 

“A break? From… from us?” It comes out as a whisper. His heart aches. He feels numb. He can’t lose you. 

“No, no!” You shake your head as a no quickly, and feel him sighing out of relief. And then - “From… from trying…” you clarify, the tears finally escaping from your eyes. 

Minho feels as if his heart just stopped beating in his chest. He blinks a couple of times, furrowing his eyebrows, breathing slowly. He feels a void in his chest he’s never felt before… you want to give up. He knows there’s nothing he can say to make the situation any better - it makes him feel terrible, hopeless, useless, worthless.

“Jagi…” his voice trembles, lips quivering. He holds you closer to his chest, wishing he could take away all your pain even though his own is eating him too. He doesn’t say anything else, respecting your decision. He bites on his lip so hard he can almost taste blood in his mouth, inhaling and exhaling through his nostrils. 

You’d started trying for a baby as soon as you’d graduated, and then Minho’d proposed to you. 

The two of you would fall asleep in each other’s arms, listing all the possible ways you could name your daughter or son. And then you’d go to bed wondering how your child would look - who would they resemble, you or Minho? Would they have his pretty boba eyes? Or maybe his perfect nose?

These thoughts hurt now. They’re not happy thoughts anymore, there’s no joy nor hope left in them, only pain.

“I don’t want to go through this again, Min…” you sniffle, “I just… I feel so hopeful every time I’m late and then… and then the hope just gets crushed whenever I see that single line on the test,” you sigh, swallowing the lump in your throat. A couple of tears slip from Minho’s eyes. “I just don’t want to feel this pain anymore, Min… it breaks my heart.”

And it breaks his heart as well, seeing you like this. He wishes he could ease all the pain, take it all away, put it all on his shoulders and carry it for you. He can do that. 

It’s when you feel something wet on your forehead that it becomes clear to you that Minho, too, is crying - his body is shaking weakly, it’s so subtle you almost don’t notice it at first. He sniffles when you hug him tighter, nuzzling your face in his t-shirt, kissing his chest. He feels terrible, he feels hopeless. He feels like he failed you in every possible way.  

“Jagi, I’m… ‘m sorry,” his words come out through shaky breaths. He pulls you closer, hugs you tighter. He doesn’t want to let go. “I’m so sorry, I… I want to give you the world, my jagi, I want to give you the family we’ve been dreaming of for so long…”

You lift your head to look at him, but he just buries his face deeper in the pillow. It’s a delicate moment for him, for the both of you, and he feels so vulnerable right now. There’s nothing wrong with that, but Minho prefers to deal with his emotions by himself, and you know that. All you can do for now is be by his side and love him unconditionally, like you always did. 

“I love you so much, Min…” you place a soft kiss on his jawline, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as the tears keep streaming down his face and he’s unable to stop them. “You make me the happiest. It’s just… it’s just all too much sometimes, you know? Let’s take a break for a while, maybe we’re just too stressed about this.”

He nods softly, but your words don’t ease the pain he’s feeling. They don’t fill the void in his heart. 

“Anything for you, jagiya.”

⛅︎

Chan’s wife is pregnant. Again. Their baby is not even six months old and yet Chan’s wife is pregnant with their second child. 

Minho hopes it’s a joke, but he feels his knees give in nonetheless when his older friend delivers the news to him. It can’t be possible. He blinks rapidly a few times, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’d misheard his friend. Maybe he was distracted and misunderstood what Chan was trying to say, yeah?

“Yeah, she’s… she’s pregnant,” Chan repeats, and a wide smile spreads on his face. Minho’s heart aches, hit breath hitches. “A couple of months already, actually,” he looks and sounds genuinely over the moon, “can’t believe this cutie right here is gonna be a big sister soon,” he coos at the small baby in his arms before kissing her forehead. 

Minho feels bad. He wants to be happy for his friend, he really does, but… he can’t stop thinking about you. About how crushed you’re going to be when you find out. Because if Chan told him and the guys then his wife must’ve told you and the other girlfriends, right? A part of him hopes she didn’t, but he knows it’s just a wishful thinking, his. You’re going to be devastated - hell, you probably are already. 

And you are. 

Chan’s wife announces her second pregnancy with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, pulling out the ultrasound from her bag, and you hate yourself for not being able to be happy for her. You are happy, it’s not that. However, it’s a bittersweet feeling, yours. You feel like the worst friend ever, because while the other girls are all happily squeaking and clapping their hands as they scoot closer to try to get a better look at the picture - you stay exactly where you are, your gaze lost, as your heart pounds in your chest.

“Oh! I didn’t know you and Chan were trying again,” Changbin’s wife congratulates her with a hug. She sounds so happy, they all do. You fake a smile, the void in your chest has never hurt so bad. 

“Oh we… we weren’t,” Chan’s wife admits with her cheeks slightly pink. Your heart drops, your hands start to shake. You feel your throat closing, you find it harder to breathe now. “We haven’t been exactly careful, you know? So I just knew there could be a chance and, well… here we are.”

They weren’t even trying. It just… happened. Why couldn’t it just happen to you and Minho? Why did you have to go through the heartbreak of seeing that stupid, single line on that plastic stick every month? All the vitamins, the keeping track of your ovulation cycle, the blood tests and medical checkups… It just happened, to them. They weren’t careful. They weren’t trying, it was just a coincidence. One day they fucked without a condom and then oops, pregnant, again. 

“We weren’t sure if we, uh… If we wanted to keep it at first,” Chan’s wife says, and you nearly drop the cup in your hands as your heartbeat picks up its pace, “but we’ve talked a lot about it and we think we’re ready.”

You need air. You can’t breathe. It hurts too much. You need to leave.

⛅︎

Something’s off with Minho when he comes home. He takes his clothes off and changes into his pajamas without uttering a single word. When he slips under the covers, he’s still quiet. You know him, you’ve known him for years - you sense there’s something on his mind. He’s usually like this whenever he’s had a bad day at work. He still puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head, and you can hear him sigh. 

And you feel the exact same way. 

“Min…” you mumble, scooting even closer, resting your head on his chest. 

“My jagi…” he makes himself comfortable, the pads of his calloused fingers gently brushing the skin of your arm. That’s when he hears you sniffle, and his eyebrows furrow. “Hey, hey now, what’s up?” He asks you, placing two fingers under your chin to lift your head and meet your eyes. They’re watery. 

“It’s… it’s nothing, it’s just-“ your voice trembles, and you can’t stop the tears from falling from your eyes as Minho’s stare deep into your soul, “she’s…”

You don’t have to finish the sentence you started, because he already knows what you’re talking about - who. Your face is completely wet, and you keep sobbing and sniffling, and his eyes instantly widen as he sits on the bed with his back against the headboard, taking you with him. You wrap your hands around his wrists as he wipes the tears from your face with his thumbs. Once he’s finished, he kisses the tip of your nose. 

“I know,” Minho whispers, kissing your forehead. “I know, jagi, I know. I’m so sorry,” he says, even though you both know it’s not his fault. 

His arms wrap around your waist and pulls you closer so that your face is hidden in his neck, not caring at all about the fact that you’re soaking his shirt with your tears. He then starts toying with the ends of your hair, knowing it’s something that never fails to relax you. Back in college, he’d play with your hair for hours as you stressed over your exams, holding you tight exactly as he’s doing now. 

“It- it wasn’t even planned, Min,” you cry, and Minho can hear the way your heart breaks. “It’s just… why us, Minho? We’ve been trying for years…” 

Minho can’t answer your question. Technically, it’s no one’s fault, no one is responsible for your fate. 

“They- oh God, they weren’t even sure they wanted to keep it,” you sob into his chest, and Minho flinches because Chan didn’t tell him that. He can’t imagine how you must have felt, how you must feel - well, he can, but at the same time he knows that no matter how similar you feel about this situation, you’re handling it in two entirely different ways. 

As much as it pains him too, he knows he has to be strong for you. “Oh, jagi…” his hand moves up and down your back to soothe you, although it doesn’t really work. “I know how you’re feeling right now, believe me, but… it’s not their fault,” Minho says calmly, “they don’t know about our- I mean, they can’t know about us,” he rephrases what he originally wanted to say, avoiding to mention the word problem or issue. 

“I know. It doesn’t make me feel any better, though,” you mumble in his chest. 

The silence of your bedroom never felt heavier. You and Minho are both lost in your thoughts, still holding each other tightly, because each other is the only thing you’ve got left. You have only Minho, and he has only you - you and, well, the cats. His family. Your family. You wonder if it’s enough for him, if he’s content with his life as it is now or if he’s yearning for more. You wonder if you’re enough for him, if you’ll be enough for him. 

“Minho?” You call his name softly, your voice sounding incredibly small as it breaks the silence. You don’t look at him as you speak, your head stays buried in his chest, your arms around him. You’re scared that looking him in the eye might be too much for you, and that you’ll end up putting off asking him what you want to ask him. “Would you still love me? If I… if I couldn’t have kids, I mean,” your heart thrums in your ears as you speak, “what I’m saying is… would you still think I’m enough?” You toy with your promise ring and wedding band as you ask him the painful question, your worst nightmare, the thought that keeps you awake at night.

Minho’s body freezes under yours, and he blinks a couple of times while staring at an indefinite spot far away while he tries to process your words and their meaning. The more he repeats your questions inside his head, though, the less sense they make to him and the more absurd they sound. 

“Jagiya,” he says, sounding almost as if he’s scolding you or something. “You’re the love of my life,” he states in all seriousness, and he means it. 

His answer, however, is not enough for you. You need to know. 

“Minho, I’m serious.”

Minho was never the type to openly talk about his feelings, but he feels safe with you, and he knows he can tell you anything. It’s how vulnerable it makes him feels, what he dislikes about opening up to other people. It always made him feel kind of stupid, but you managed to change that throughout the years. You showed him you’re by his side no matter what, and you’ll never think any less of him. He loves talking to you. Sometimes, it’s all you do - you’d spend hours curled up on the couch or in bed, talking about your day or literally anything else. Minho wouldn’t change it for the world. The feeling of having you in his arms as he rests his head on your shoulders is everything he needs, the only thing that keeps him sane. 

“I’m being serious, too,” Minho sighs. “You’re the love of my life,” he repeats with a seriousness that makes you shiver. “I told you after five months of dating, I told you the night I proposed and I told you on the altar when we got married. I tell you every day. It’s not just words to me, I mean it,” he unwraps his arms from around your waist to cup your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“Minho…”

“No, listen to me,” his tone is much softer now as his watery boba eyes meet yours. “I love you,” he says with a disarming sincerity - it takes you off guard. “You changed my life completely, y/n. I wouldn’t be half the man I am now if you weren’t by my side. I’m completely and utterly in love with you, so no,” his gaze is fixed on your eyes, “you’re not enough. You’re more than enough, you’re everything I could possibly ask for and so, so much more.”

“Min…”

“You know, there’s a Japanese word: ikigai.”

“What?”

“Ikigai. Now, I could brag about my master in Japanese and explain its etymology, but I won’t,” Minho chuckles. “It’s a word that literally means ‘one’s reason to get out of the bed every day’, it’s your life purpose,” Minho takes your hands in his, brushing your knuckles with his lips. “You’re my life purpose, jagiya. You’re my ikigai.”

Tears are streaming down your face, and you sniffle a couple of times. Minho brings his hands on your shoulders and rubs your skin to soothe you as a warm smile spreads over his delicate features. You raise your hand to cup his cheek, then place a single, soft kiss on his lips. They taste like home - he’s your home. That’s why you’re so scared of losing him. 

“Pf, silly girl, asking if you’re enough,” Minho shakes his head playfully, feigning offence. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulls you closer, and you rest your face in the crook of his neck and leave another kiss there.

There’s something different in the way he holds you now, though. His body swiftly becomes rigid, and he gulps, almost as if he’d gotten swamped with a sudden thought. A thought that terrifies him. 

You see, Minho was never one too sure of himself. Insecure is not how you would describe him, though. It’s a strange way to put it, but Minho believes in his capacities and abilities, and most of all in the person that he is. He never really doubted your feelings for him, not even at the beginning of your relationship when you barely knew each other - and, most definitely, not when you were exchanging your vows at the altar. Minho is one hundred percent sure you love him. The question running through his head is, however, for how long. For how long will you love him, before realizing that he’s the one who’s not enough for you? That he’s the one who failed you? That he’s the one who couldn’t give you the family you so desperately wanted? 

Minho needs you more than he needs the air to breathe. He can’t lose you, you’re his home, his everything. 

“Min?” You murmur, voice muffled in his skin - soft and with a musky scent, that reminds you of his body wash. “Are you okay?” Your voice is soft, even though you’re trying to hide the turmoil in your heart. 

What if another man could give you what you want? A baby. A family. A future. What if he just… can’t? Before he knows it, Minho is crying - a broken sob leaving his soft lips. You immediately pull away, lifting your head to look at him. His cheeks are stained with tears, and a few more are running down his face. Minho closes his eyes when you wipe them off with your thumbs, kissing each one of his cheeks afterwards.

“Min, what’s up? What’s wrong?”

“What if… what if it’s me?” He asks with a broken voice after a few seconds spent in silence. 

“What if it’s you what?” You ask him, not fully grasping the meaning behind his question. 

Part of him wants to brush it off and forget about the intrusive thought that has been bugging him for a while now, but deep down he knows he needs to talk this through with you. You’re the only one who can give him the answers he’s so desperately seeking. 

“What if it’s me… the one who… What if you can’t get pregnant because you’re incompatible with me? What if one day you wake up and realize that you could have so much more with somebody else and- and instead you’re just here… wasting your time with me?”

You feel like your heart just shattered into a million pieces, maybe more. Maybe it just broke into countless of tiny, little pieces that are even imperceptible to the naked eye. You can’t believe you’ve made him feel like this, that you let him believe that having a family - no, getting pregnant, is more important than him. He’s your family, has always been. 

“Pf, silly boy, thinking I’m wasting my time with you,” you try to joke the same way he did minutes earlier, but deep down you’re shocked. 

“I’m… I’m serious, jagiya.” You hate how broken he sounds. 

“So am I,” you crack a smile, kissing the tip of his nose. “Remember when you bumped into me during lunch break back in college? And I spilled my coffe all over your white t-shirt?”

“Why are you telling me this?” Minho asks. He remembers everything vividly. If he closes his eyes, he can almost relieve it inside his head. That’s when you met. 

“That’s when we met,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. “It was also the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Minho is beyond confused. “Why?” 

“You were so kind to me even though it was one hundred percent my fault. Your t-shirt was so expensive, too,” you chuckle at the memory, running your hand through his hair, gently tugging at its ends as you keep staring into his beautiful, brown boba eyes. “But you didn’t get angry at me, you just smiled and brushed it off with a shrug.”

“And then I asked you out.”

You nod, smiling. “And then you asked me out. On a coffee date, ironically enough.”

Minho giggles. He nuzzles your nose with his. “We had so much fun, too… You were just so cute, I was whipped for you already. I couldn’t wait to see you again,” he tells you, and then he pecks your lips. 

“Me neither,” you smile back. “I spent the whole time glued to my phone waiting for you to text. You made me the happiest. You make me the happiest,” you correct. 

“Still?”

“Minho, you’re all I ever wanted, all I’ll ever need,” you cup his face in your hands. “You and the cats are the most important thing in my life. You’re my… what was that Japanese word you just said?”

He chuckles. “Ikigai.” 

“Ikigai,” you repeat with a nod, “you’re my ikigai, too. Have always been.”

Minho lets out a sigh he didn’t know he’d been holding. He pulls you closer, and it’s his turn now to hide his face in your neck as a few more tears fall from his eyes, drenching your pajama shirt. You keep him close to your body with your legs on each side of his hips while your hands toy with the ends of his hair. You’d missed having him this close to you - not only physically, but also emotionally. You needed to have this talk with him, it really was therapeutic and regenerating for the both of you. 

“You’re my Minho,” you mumble in his hair, leaving a kiss there. “And I love you so much.”

Minho shouldn’t be getting hard right now. It’s an emotional night for the both of you, and he truly is fine with things not escalating at all between the two of you, especially since you said you wanted to take a break from trying. There have been physical encounters between the two of you since then, but you never really went all the way - the pressure’s just too much, but you’re both content either way. 

“Oops, sorry,” Minho mumbles on your skin, and then he places his hands on your hips to gently push you off his lap, afraid that it might make you uncomfortable to feel him there. But you stop him, wrapping your fingers around his wrists. He immediately lifts his head to meet your eyes, his eyebrows are furrowed. 

“Don’t,” you whisper, “I… I want you, Minho. I need you.”

When he kisses your lips, it’s gentle and lustful at the same time - as if he’s scared to touch you in fear you’ll break under his touch. His hands grip your hips, toying with the hem of your shirt as you slowly grind on his lap. Eyes fluttering shut, Minho deepens the kiss, letting his tongue lick your lower lip, and then your mouth - he lets his hand wander underneath your shirt, brushing your stomach, then your back and then up, up, up to your shoulders. 

“You’re so soft,” Minho murmurs on your lips, “your lips are so soft. And you’re so warm, I missed feeling you, having you in my arms like this…” 

Kisses on your cheeks, kisses on your jawline and behind your ear, kisses on your neck. Minho knows every spot - he knows exactly where to touch you, where to put his lips, how to make you fold like a piece of paper. His thumbs brush the soft skin underneath your breasts, and then the side - you hiss when he brushes your nipples with a delicacy and a reverence only he has. What Minho doesn’t say with words, he shows you through his actions and physical affection, worshipping your body as if  

“I missed you, too,” you mumble, running your hands up and down his back over the clothes. 

“Off,” Minho mutters under his breath, lips latched on your neck, “can I take this off?” He asks for permission, tugging at your shirt. You nod. 

His calloused fingers grab its end, and he’s rapid to take it off you, letting it slide over your head before letting it fall on the bed. The same things happen to his t-shirt. And then your chests are pressed together, as Minho resumes kissing you. His body shifts on the mattress so that he’s now lying on his back, dragging your body with his - he doesn’t stop kissing you. Your hands are all over him - in his hair, on his shoulders, his hips. You just cannot stop touching him. 

Both your pajama pants come off in a few seconds, getting tangled somewhere under the bedsheets. You’re naked now, your most private and intimate parts pressed together. Minho’s hands grope your asscheeks, and as a reflex you grind yourself on him, making his hard cock throb and leak pre-cum. He smirks against your skin, and bites your lip. 

“I love you,” Minho whispers on your lips as his fingers come to wrap around the base of his length, spreading his own arousal all over his tip. He lets his cockhead slide up and down your folds a couple of times, maybe more, and he’s surprised by how wet you are already. All for him. Ready to take him like he’s ready to have you. 

“I love you, Min,” you whisper, and he pushes inside, breaching your walls deliciously. 

He fills you up slowly, savouring the way your heat engulfs him wholly as his eyes flutter shut as huffs of air fall from his lips. He missed you, he missed you so much - that’s what he keeps thinking as he sinks into you over and over and over again, thrusting from underneath you, meeting the sweet rocking of your hips. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulls you even closer. 

“Close… I missed having you so close to me… missed making love to you.”

Helping you move up and down his length slowly, the way it makes both your heads spin, it doesn’t take long before your orgasms start to build up. You sigh and breathe and pant on top of him, trying to keep as quiet as possible to not wake your neighbors up. Minho himself is trying to hold back the moans and whimpers that threaten to leave his lips - his chest rises and falls quickly, though. Minho pulls a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear, then cups your cheek as he stares into your eyes. You clench around him, hard and harder, until your whole body trembles. 

“Min… Min,” you whimper, trying to focus on his movements solely as the tip of his cock brushes your g-spot with delicacy, “‘m close.”

“Baby… my sweet baby, cum,” Minho encourages you, and it’s enough to make you lose control, “let go for me.”

When you finish, it’s with a cry of his name, as your whole body shakes and trembles with force. Minho holds you tight as he continues to move inside of you, a few thrusts away from reaching his orgasm as well. A couple of precise and rough thrusts send him over the edge, and he’s quick to place his hands under your thighs and lift your hips, slipping out of your wet heat right before he spills his seed, finishing on his stomach instead. For a couple of seconds you’re confused about why he pulled out, but then you remember your conversation from a few weeks ago, and your face drops instantly, but you don’t let him see it. Instead, you quickly get up from the bed and run to the bathroom to grab Minho a warm towel to clean himself. 

⛅︎

Chan had had an idea - babysitting. More specifically, you and Minho babysitting their baby so him and his wife could go out on a night date. 

Bang Haneul is an utterly adorable baby. She’s got her father’s smile and his eyes, but the puffy cheeks are definitely her mother’s. She never really cries or whines, only when she’s hungry - and most of the time, she’d look at you and Minho with curious eyes, tilting her head to the side, probably wondering who you are, and where are her parents. She smiles at Minho when he sings to her, and even claps her little hands. 

“She totally loves me,” Minho smiles at her, holding Haneul in his arms. He boops her little nose, earning a giggle from her. “I’m your favorite uncle, aren’t I?” He coos at her, “don’t tell me it’s uncle Binnie, please. He’s too loud, isn’t he?”

“You’re just as loud,” you chuckle, smiling at the sight before your eyes. 

Minho glares at you playfully. “Pf, please,” he waves his hand at you as if you just said nonsense, “I’m her favorite uncle, I know that already. See the way she looks at me?”

“You fed her yogurt this afternoon, of course she loves you,” you roll your eyes at him. 

“And a peach,” Minho adds, “mashed nice and well for this little princess,” he coos at little Haneul, and she giggles at him, patting Minho’s cheek with her small hand. 

Minho would be an amazing dad - patient, loving, caring, and so thoughtful. You watch him in awe, from the floor where you’re sitting on Haneul’s play mat, surrounded by her colourful toys. Minho notices you’re staring at him, and he smiles back at you, as he carefully sits down next to you, with Haneul in his arms. 

“You wanna go to aunty Y/N? Yeah?” He asks the baby as he watches her stretching her little arms in your direction as soon as you enter her peripheral vision. 

Haneul’s eyes light up when you take her in your arms and smile at her. “Hi,” you coo at her, softly caressing her puffy cheek. Minho scoots closer, resting his head on your shoulder, where he leaves a kiss. 

The precious and soft moment is interrupted by the sound of rattling keys and the front door swinging open. Naturally, it’s Chan and his wife. Haneul in your lap wiggles and squeaks as soon as she spots her parents, stretching her arms out to them. 

“Hi, my baby,” Chan smiles brightly at her daughter, rushing to where the three of you are with open arms, ready to take her into his arms and hold her. “I’ve missed you so much, you know that? You missed me? You missed daddy?” He kisses his daughter’s forehead and nuzzles her cheek with his nose. 

“Did she give you a hard time?” Chan’s girlfriend asks you, smiling at you as she sits on the couch. 

You shake your head as a no, and Minho does the same. “Nope, not at all. She’s a true angel.”

“I wonder if baby number two is going to be so calm and peaceful, too,” Chan thinks out loud, glancing at his girlfriend’s stomach even though she’s barely showing. 

“Sorry if we ruined your plans for the day by asking you to look after Haneul,” Chan’s girlfriend says, looking at you and Minho, “maybe you wanted to be alone tonight… Sorry if we asked you last minute, but my friend bailed on us last minute and we didn’t know who to ask.” 

“Yeah, the rest of the boys was busy tonight,” Chan adds, “well, Jeongin and his girlfriend were technically free, too, but… I mean, they’re still babies,” he chuckles. 

“Ah, it’s no problem, really,” Minho nods at his hyung, “we enjoy spending time with Haneul. She’s the cutest.”

“She really is, my cute baby,” Chan pouts, kissing his daughter’s cheek lovingly. “She looks just like her dad,” he jokes, looking at his wife with a mischievous grin. 

She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “I can’t even argue with him, he’s right. It’s not fair, though, I carried her for nine months and she looks like a carbon copy of her father,” she pouts, “I hope baby number two will look like me, at least a bit.”

“You know,” Chan starts, focused on playing with Haneul as she squeezes her father’s hand, “I read somewhere that if the first child is a boy, then he’ll look like his mother, and if she’s a girl she’ll look like her dad,” he says. 

“How do you know it’s not just a casualty?” Minho asks his friend, genuinely curious. 

“I don’t,” Chan shrugs, kissing the top of Haneul’s head. “Hey, why don’t you and y/n have a baby? We can test the theory,” he jokes, but both you and Minho freeze, “I think it’d make a great uncle, wouldn’t I?”

“Chan!” His wife scolds him. “Yah, mind your own business! You’re so nosy, aish…” she giggles.

“Hey, it was just a suggestion! Plus, I think Haneul would love a little cousin to play with, yeah?” He asks his baby, but she just raises her head to look at her dad confused. 

And if either of them notices the way you and Minho are sitting there uncomfortably, with fake smiles plastered on your faces - they don’t comment on it. 

⛅︎

The water feels warm on your skin, the perfect temperature. Yours and Minho’s clothes are scattered on the floor, his black socks are the last thing to reach the pile of fabric by the shower, and the next thing you know he’s opening the glass door, stepping inside right behind you. The water hits his body, rivulets running down his chest, back and legs - his hair is wet and stuck to his face. He wraps his arm around your waist, and you turn to face him. He smiles at you, tucking your wet hair behind your ear with his other hand, and then he leans in to kiss your wet lips. You both had a long day today, and really need to relax and blow some steam off - a hot shower is the perfect solution for that. 

“You’re so cute like this,” Minho chuckles, “your hair looks funny.”

You narrow your eyes at him, smirking. Then you playfully slap his shoulder. “Cute? Funny? Your wife is currently naked in the shower with you. Aren’t I supposed to be, I don’t know, hot?” 

“But you’re always hot.”

You roll your eyes at him, “kiss-ass.” 

Minho chuckles. “I mean it! You’re always hot to me, but you’re also cute and funny. You’re, like, the whole package. I hit the jackpot with you,” he shrugs. 

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “I stand by what I said: kiss-ass.”

Minho chuckles, then he pulls you in for a kiss. You thought it’d be a quick peck, but you soon feel his tongue on your mouth. And then you feel something poke you, so you lower your head. “Oh.”

When you lift your gaze, Minho is smirking. “I told you I always think you’re hot.”

Sex in the shower is not something that happens too often between you and Minho, and it’s a shame. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as well, and he doesn’t hesitate to push your body against the wall delicately, making sure he doesn’t hurt you by softening the impact with his arms and hands. You whimper in his mouth, but it’s a whimper of pleasure. His length is rock hard between his legs, now pressed on your stomach, already leaking pre-cum because of how aroused he is. 

“Need you,” Minho mumbles on your skin, kissing your neck, then your jawline and lowering his head until his kisses reach your collarbone, “need you now. Need to make you mine.”

“Take me. Minho, take me.”

Minho grunts. Then, he’s turning your body around so that he’s now facing your naked back. The palm of your hands are pressed against the cold tiles, and you hiss under your breath - but when you feel Minho’s hot lips start kissing your shoulders, you can’t bring yourself to care about anything else except him. Him and how much you crave his touch, to feel his hands on yours as he fucks into you slowly. 

One of his hands comes to rest on your hip, where he draws imaginary circles with the pad of his thumb, while the other one slides between your slightly parted legs. Minho hisses and rests his forehead against your nape once he feels how wet you are already - and not because of the water. He plays with your sex - rubbing your clit gently at first, and then running his fingers up and down your folds. Meanwhile, he bites and sucks on the skin of your shoulders, pressing your body further against the tiles. You arch your back as you feel him slide his cockhead up and down your entrance, coating it in your wet arousal. He holds his breath as he penetrates you, excruciatingly slow. He bottoms out inside of you - until his chest is pressed flat against your back, and you feel his hot breath on your skin. He places one hand on your hip, and presses his other palm flat against the bathroom tiles. 

“Feel so full,” you mumble, breathing heavily. 

The warm water, Minho inside of you, his body all over yours - it all feels so intense, your head is spinning already and he’s barely moved inside of you, only giving a couple of thrusts to give you the time to get adjusted. 

It’s primal, the way he presses your body against the wall as he fucks you nice and deep, slowly, allowing you to feel him completely inside of you in the intimacy of your shower, of your home. You sway your hips back and forth, meeting the movements of his hips. He’s not able to reach your g-spot perfectly from this angle, so he moves his hand from your hips to the sensitive spot between your legs - he’ll make you cum this way tonight. While rubbing your clit ever so gently, he nibbles your ear, and you can clearly hear him panting heavily. 

“You’re so hot,” Minho compliments you, while continuing to thrust inside of you. “I want you all the time, it’s surreal. I’m so in love with you,” he rambles, the words falling from his mouth freely, automatically, “make me so hard.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you can feel your impending orgasm about to wash all over you. Minho knows exactly how to touch you, he always manages to make you cum so effortlessly. “Minho, I’m… I’m close.”

It always manages to make his head spin. He doesn’t change its pace, nor the direction of his movements on your most sensitive spot, and in a matter of seconds, your kicking your head back while calling his name desperately, releasing around him. Minho places his hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers with his as he chases his own orgasm, rutting his hips against yours. And just like the last couple of times you had sex, his intent is to pull out right before finishing - this time, you don’t let him. 

“Don’t,” you beg, moving your arms behind your back to grab Minho’s ass, squeezing the flesh, “don’t pull out this time.”

Minho doesn’t really have a chance to ask you what’s going on, because as soon as he opens his mouth he’s cut off by his orgasm, that catches him completely off guard. Hearing you sound so desperate for him does it for him every time. He cums, filling you up to the brim - there’s so much of it that it begins to leak out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as Minho stays buried deep inside of you. 

“‘M sorry, I… you caught me off guard, I should have-“ he starts rambling, but you interrupt him.

“Minho, stop,” you mumble, “I asked you not to pull out. It’s okay.”

“But you said-“

“I know what I said. But really, it’s okay. I wanted it.”

Minho nods, but part of him feels guilty nonetheless. Gently, he pulls out of you, stepping under the direct stream of water, that cleans him off of his own cum. You turn around to look at him and do the same, letting the water wash away the proof of his orgasm off your body. Minho quietly grabs the bottle of shampoo, squirting a generous amount on his hands. 

“Turn around, jagiya. Let me take care of you.”

⛅︎

Dori’s behavior is weird today. 

He hasn’t left your side since Minho left for work earlier - he’d remained by your side the whole time, mostly cuddled on your lap or sprawled on your stomach as you slept. And then he meowed every time you tried to get up, begging you with his little eyes to pick him up so he could be as close to you as possible. 

And he’s resting in your lap even now, as you sit on the couch with your book in your hands, and has no intentions to get up, not even when he hears the sound of rattling keys - a clear signal that Minho’s home. Minho steps inside your place and Dori simply tilts his little head to the side. 

“Daddy’s home, baby,” you coo at the small pet, patting his head, “go say hi. You missed him lots today.”

“He missed me?” Minho asks, sounding pretty confused. His pet doesn’t get up. 

“Well, I thought so,” you put your book away, lifting your head to peck your husband’s lips. “Thought he could smell your scent on the t-shirt and it reminded him of you.”

Dori has the audacity to growl at Minho when he tries to pet him, narrowing his eyes at him. 

“Seems like he hates me,” Minho giggles. 

“That’s weird,” you think out loud, because when you try to pet him, Dori accepts the cuddles gladly, and purrs satisfied under Minho’s incredulous eyes and ears. 

“Son of a-“

“Minho!” You scold him, covering Dori’s ears with your hands, “don’t be mean to my baby.” 

“Well, your baby is an ungrateful little shit,” Minho chuckles, scratching Dori’s chin with his finger, and the cat glares at him almost as if he’d understood his owner’s words, “I change his litter and feed him and who does he love more? You.”

“It’s because I give him cuddles and treats when he behaves,” you point out, and Dori lets out a faint meow almost as if he’s agreeing with you. 

“He’s just taking advantage of you because you’re too good to him, don’t trust him. Traitor,” Minho jokes, leaning in to kiss Dori’s little head. “‘M gonna take a shower and then we’ll think of something for dinner, hm?” He asks, and you nod. 

He disappears upstairs, and you resume reading your book. Dori doesn’t move from your lap, instead he snuggles into your t-shirt and purrs, occasionally meowing to demand pets and more cuddles. You wonder what’s up with him, if maybe there’s something wrong with him or if he’s not feeling alright - but Dori doesn’t seem to be in pain. 

“He’s been there the whole time?” Minho asks once he returns to the living room, surprised to see Dori still curled up in your lap. “Isn’t that weird?”

“I don’t know, maybe he’s not feeling well… maybe we should take him to the vet.”

“But he doesn’t look in pain or anything?” Minho pouts, kneeling down to look his cat in the eye. “Maybe he’s sad or something… maybe he just needs an extra amount of cuddles.”

“Let’s just wait a couple of days… if his behavior is still weird we’ll go to the vet,” you suggest, and Minho nods. 

“Alright, boss,” he chuckles, pressing his forehead against yours. Then, he pecks your lips. “What do you want me to cook? Do omelettes sound good?”

“Yep, they sound perfect.”

Well, maybe they didn’t, because as soon as you get a whiff of their delicious smell, you feel the urge to throw up. Literally, you have to practically run to the bathroom and kneel before the toilet bowl, leaving behind a confused Minho, still sat at the dinner table. Eventually, he gets up and comes upstairs to check up on you, softly knocking on the bathroom door. 

“Are you alright?” He asks you, preoccupied, as he spots you washing your face with cold water to freshen up, taking deep breaths. “Is there something wrong with my omelettes? Did I put too many onions?”

You shake your head as a no, limbs still trembling as you place your hands on the sink. “No, no, they were fine. I don’t know what’s up with me, I’ve been feeling nauseous the whole day.”

Hadn’t your period ended a week ago, Minho would’ve thought you were pregnant, but he knows that’s impossible. So he just comes closer to you, rubbing your lower back with his calloused hand, leaning in to kiss you on your temple. 

“How are you feeling now? Better? Worse? Do you want me to make you some tea?” He asks you, and you smile warmly at him, moved by his apprehensiveness. 

“A cup of tea is fine.”

⛅︎

You feel like you could pass out on the spot when Jeongin’s girlfriend, who’s younger than you and has only been dating her boyfriend for about four months, confesses she’s late. Late late. Like, her period’s late. Sixteen days, to be precise. She looks at you with her big, doe eyes, glistening with tears, begging for your help. She needs a friend, someone who listens, and you’re very close to her, even though you haven’t seen her much - she is kind of a younger sister to you. 

“What? Are you and Jeongin having unprotected sex?” You blatantly ask her, staring at her with wide eyes, kind of shocked by the revelation. They’re too young to be having condomless sex, especially if she’s not on birth control or literally any other contraceptive. 

The lowers her head in shame, even though you’re not angry at her. “It only happened twice, I swear,” she justifies herself, “we’d run out of condoms and didn’t think about the consequences. He didn’t… finish inside, though. He pulled out,” she tells you with a hint of hope in her voice, but you both know it’s not an effective method, and that therefore she could be pregnant. 

“You have to take a test,” you sigh. “It might just be a pregnancy scare - my period’s late all the time, I was supposed to get it a couple of weeks ago, but you never know. The chances are pretty high.”

“O-Okay, okay,” she takes a deep breath, covering her face with her hands, “but I can’t do this alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“You… you said you’re late too. Take a test, too, unnie. It’ll be less scary to not do this alone.” 

And you can’t believe that less than an hour later, once you and Jeongin’s girlfriend are finally back from the convenience store, you’re in your bathroom - actually peeing on a plastic stick, even though you already know what the result’s gonna be. Negative, as it always is. You already know it, but you take the stupid test anyway to help your friend feel less nervous. She’s already taken hers and places the stick inside the box, not ready to look at the result yet, and you do the same, not even realizing you’re putting your test in the same box as hers. 

You only realize when the alarm goes off and it’s time to learn the results - that’s when you realize there’s absolutely no way you can tell which test is yours. And your jaw nearly drops once you take a closer look, because one test reads negative, but the other one… 

“Positive.”

⛅︎ 

You’ve been lying in your bed all day, mostly scrolling through your social media dashboards - Dori in your lap as per usual, he’s glued to your side, when you hear the front door close downstairs. Minho’s home. You’d get up to say hi to him, but you feel so helplessly tired and literally can’t get out of bed. You hear him saying something to the cats, and when he pushes the bedroom door all the way open, he smiles brightly at you - Soonie in his arms and Doongie by his feet. 

“Hi, jagi, how are you feeling today?” He asks you, sitting on the bed next to you. You haven’t been going to work for the past couple of days - you haven’t been feeling well, and Minho is kind of preoccupied. 

“I’m doing better,” you smile at him, leaning in for a kiss, “feel tired, though.” Soonie gets off Minho’s lap, and he scoots closer to cuddle you in a spooning position, circling your waist with his arm, scratching Dori’s head when his hand accidentally bumps him. “Did you have fun today, with the boys?”

“Yeah, we… we had fun,” Minho nods, but doesn’t say much. You know he’s keeping something from you by the way he’s nervously fidgeting with his rings and picking at his skin. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” You tease him, rolling to lie on your back, poking Minho’s dimple with your finger. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, please,” you scoff, with a dismissive gesture of your hand, “I know you like the back of my hand, I know something’s up with you. What happened? Something happened with the boys?”

“It’s nothing, really. You know the boys, they’re silly, they say things.”

“Which things?” 

Minho sighs. “It’s stupid, really. Let’s just forget about it, hm?”

“Stop being so grumpy and just tell me already,” you insist, and Minho gives up. 

“Fine,” he waves his hand. Then, he runs his fingers through his hair, unsure whether he should really be telling you what he’d learned mere hours ago. He really doesn’t want to bring up the topic, but you’re just so stubborn. “Jeongin told me something today, and it upset me.”

“What did he tell you?”

Another heavy sigh leaves Minho’s lips. “Him and his girlfriend had a pregnancy scare. She went to the doctor and found out she’s not pregnant, but he was pretty overwhelmed by the whole thing. I scolded him for not being responsible and for not having safe sex, and I don’t know… I guess it upset me.”

Oh. Oh. Jeongin’s girlfriend is not pregnant. She’s not pregnant. But the tests… one of them was positive… Wait, if she’s not pregnant, then… Your eyes widen immediately, and you abruptly sit on the mattress. You can’t be pregnant, though, you had your period this month… it could have been implantation spotting, though, if you really were pregnant, but what are the chances?

“I know you’re upset now, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You shake your head as a no quickly. “It’s not that,” you mumble, getting up from the bed despite Dori’s upset meowing. 

If Jeongin’s girlfriend’s not pregnant, then it means there’s a slight chance you and Minho… But it could also have been a fake positive. They’re pretty common, you read somewhere once. You rush to the bathroom, opening the third drawer quickly - the one where you keep your stash of pads and tampons and tests, to detect both ovulation and pregnancy. You have two of them. You’re gonna take them both, even though you try to remind yourself to not get your hopes up. 

“Jagiya, what’s… what are you doing?” Minho furrows his brows, looking at you confused as he can’t take his eyes off of the two small boxes in your hands. “Are those…”

“I need to take these,” you tell him, voice trembling. “I was with Jeogin’s girlfriend the day she took the test. It’s a long story, and I promise I’ll tell you, but… if she’s not pregnant then there’s a chance…” you trail, looking at him with tears in your eyes. 

“There’s a chance… you might be?” Minho asks, a new feeling of hope washing all over him as his heartbeat picks up its pace. 

“Yeah,” you bite your lip, looking at him with hopeful eyes. 

It’s been the longest three minutes of your entire lives. You and Minho are sitting on the bathroom floor with your backs against the shower glass in silence, too absorbed in your thoughts. Your fingers are intertwined as you wait for your alarm to ring. This could be your chance. This time, things could be different. When Minho’s phone buzzes, you feel as if your heart has stopped beating inside your chest. 

You take a deep breath, shaking your head. “I can’t look. I can’t look, Min. You do it.”

Minho swallows the lump in his throat, feeling nervous - the most he’s ever been. He’s not ready for another negative surprise. Not when flashes of what your lives could be with a little bundle of joy passed before his eyes as he waited patiently for the results to be ready. “How… how about we do it together? I check one and you do the other one, at the same time,” he suggests, and it seems fair. 

You nod, and Minho finally gets up, reaching for the two plastic sticks placed on the sink, turned upside down not to spoil the result. He grasps one, holding it firmly in his hand, and hands you the other one. Then, he sits back on the floor next to you. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” he mumbles, kissing your temple. 

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

You look at the result at the same time. You hold your breath, as tears well up in your eyes quickly. Before you can contain yourself, you burst down in tears - salty drops rolling down your cheeks. When you turn to look at Minho, his face is stained with tears as well, his lip is quivering, and then he shows you the stick he’s holding. It shows the same result as yours. 

Positive. 8+ weeks. 

You’re pregnant, you and Minho are going to have a baby. 

“Come here,” Minho mumbles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as he rests his chin on your head, rubbing your arm with his hand. 

You let the realization sink in - you can’t fully process what just happened, your brain can’t comprehend it yet. A baby. Your and Minho’s dream of a family is finally going to come true, you still can’t believe it, it doesn’t feel real. 

“I love you so much, jagi,” he sniffles, kissing the top of your head, “‘m so happy right now…”

Before you could answer, you hear a loud meow coming from beside you, and that’s when you realize Dori’s here. He makes himself comfortable in your lap once more, and that’s when it all becomes clear to you. 

“Dori, baby, did you… did you… have you been glued by my side because you could sense I’m pregnant?” Dori meows once more, then purrs, making himself comfortable on your lap - you take it as a yes. 

“Aish, you little… your vet bill was so expensive for nothing and here you were, trying to tell us something…” Minho shakes his head, patting his cat and scratching his fur, chuckling, and you giggle as well, “thank you for being by her side when I wasn’t here, buddy.”

You stay like this for a while, in silence, with the tests still in your hands and Dori in your lap, hugging and holding each other, feeling blessed because you finally got the happiness you deserved. 

⛅︎

Minho has always been affectionate with you, but ever since you found out you’re going to become parents in a few months, he just won’t leave your side. 

Your OBGYN had confirmed what the tests had shown, announcing with a big smile on her face that yes, you’re pregnant, and that your baby is healthy and about the size of a bell pepper now, since you’re around twenty weeks pregnant. Minho called your baby “little pepper” until you found out the gender - a baby girl. Minho had bursted into tears in the doctor’s office when she delivered the news, and spent the day glued to you, hugging and holding you, his hands never leaving your round belly. 

“How is my little sunshine? Did you miss daddy?” Minho starts talking to your bump as soon as he slips under the covers, kissing your lips first. “I’m sorry I had to leave, little sunshine. Daddy’s gonna quit his job when you’re here, I’m never leaving you,” Minho pouts, kissing your stomach and caressing it with his hand, “I missed you so much today, did you miss me too?”

Minho’s hand freezes on top of your bump, and his head snaps up in your direction at the same time as you lower yours when you feel a small kick - the first. His eyes glisten with tears, and so do yours. Your little sunshine just kicked for the first time after hearing her father’s voice. 

“Jagi did you… did you feel it, too?” Minho asks you, pouting, “she just kicked. Her first kick.”

You nod, placing your hand on your belly as well, close to Minho’s. “I did, Min,” you sniffle. “Our sunshine really missed her daddy today, didn’t she?” 

Another kick, much stronger now. Minho presses his lips on your belly, kissing it all over its surface as he feels his daughter’s delicate kicks, feeling absolutely and utterly in love - a love he didn’t think he’d be able to feel.

“My precious little sunshine, I missed you, too,” Minho kisses your stomach once again. And then he remembers - he gets up quickly and leaves the room only to come back in with his workbag, laying at the end of your shared bed. “I… I bought you something on my way home, sunshine,” Minho talks to your belly. You just look at him curiously, wondering what he could’ve possibly bought your unborn daughter. “You won’t be able to see it for a few more months, though, but I hope you’ll like it.”

From the bag, he pulls out a small plushie - a white rabbit, with long ears and a mischievous grin. Oddly enough, it kinda looks like Minho. “Where did you manage to find a plushie that looks exactly like you?” You giggle, taking the small toy in your hands. 

Minho just chuckles. “It’s cute, isn’t it?” He comments, looking at the plushie. “I just thought she might like it, you know? Maybe she’ll sleep with it, too, once she’s born,” Minho mumbles, once again placing the palm of his hand on your round belly. 

“It’s cute,” you confirm, “I’m sure she’ll love it. Maybe we should sleep with it, so that it’ll have our scents once she’s born. It’ll make her feel safe.”

Minho smiles - a genuinely happy smile, and his eyes sparkle with joy. He nods, kissing your belly, hoping to feel his daughter kick one more time. She does. “I love you so much, sunshine,” he mumbles against your skin, “I can’t wait to meet you. We’re gonna have so much fun together, we’ll play so many games and go on lots of adventures - me, your mom, the cats and you, my baby.”

After a few more kisses and cuddles Minho gives to your belly, he lies down next to you on the bed, spooning you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer as he buries his head in your neck. He kisses your shoulder, breathing in your delicate scent, holding the rabbit plushie close to your body, right on your belly. 

“I’ll never thank you enough for this, you know that, right?” He mumbles, nuzzling your skin. 

“Thank me for what?” You furrow your eyebrows, confused. 

“All of this. For making me the happiest man alive, for carrying our precious and healthy baby girl. It’s pretty amazing if you think about it, isn’t it? There’s a life inside of you - our baby, our sunshine…”

“Minho…”

“I love you both so much, I can’t wait for our new life together to start.”

And all the pain you both went through is long forgotten now that he can finally fall asleep with you in his arms and his hand on your belly, dreaming of a future that, and he can’t put into words how happy he is, is just around the corner. 

⛅︎

-> 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

-> 𝐦𝐲 ☕️

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| WORD OF YOUR BODY

lee minho x fem!oc | hyunjin x fem!oc

tags: Uni!Au, smau, pining, eventual smut, drugs, descriptions of past violence, people are complicated and that's okay

Felix remembered the Eva of nine years ago, when he saw her off at the airport. Overjoyed at the prospect of seeing his cousin again has made his friends curious about the mysterious cousin. Even more so when she's nothing like he described.

Eva remembers Felix, the only cousin close to her in age, who lit up every room he stepped into. He's the only thing that doesn't hurt about her family anymore. And he's still the same as he was nine years ago, like he had been frozen in time. She's not.

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#skz smau #stray kids #skz #minho x oc #hyunjin x oc #dvbkie099 #wordofyourbody