#xu myungho

[jae-bummer]

Blocked Contacts

Request: can you please do #15 with a protective hao? like he gets snarky with the ex and drops his funny one liners. thank yooou! :)

Prompt:

15) You and your bias run into your ex.

Pairing: Seventeen The8 x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

TW: Ex repeatedly contacting Y/N and showing up at their apartment.

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Days off with Minghao were few and far between. With your opposing schedules and general life responsibilities, it was seldom you were both sharing your small apartment at the same time. When days free of responsibilities presented themselves, it was usually a gift.

Today, however, was not.

Cursing to yourself, you shut your laptop and pushed it away. You knew a disgusted expression was plain on your face as you looked up to Minghao who was casually eating his morning yogurt.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he said calmly, dragging his spoon along the bottom of the container.

"I don't know," you sighed, dropping your face into your palms.

He remained silent, the sound of metal hitting glass the only thing in the kitchen.

"If I do, I'm worried I'll get mad, and honestly, I don't want to waste that energy on him," you grumbled.

"Him?" Hao asked, trying to keep his tone casual, but you knew his curiosity had been piqued.

"My ex," you muttered, finally lifting your head. "THE ex."

"Ah," he hummed, looking back to his food. "What's he up to?"

"No idea, but he tried to message me."

"Sudden shortage of children to steal candy from?" he smirked. "Absolutely no puppies left to kick?"

"Hao," you chuckled, shaking your head. "He's not a cartoon villain."

"Forgive me, love," he sighed, leaning over to kiss you on the temple. Moving toward the sink, he dropped his spoon and spun back to face you. "But I've never met the man, so I have to go off of what you've told me."

"I hadn't realized I was giving such glowing reviews," you mused.

"Come here," Hao grinned, extending his arms, complete with grabby hands.

Narrowing your eyes at him, it took only a moment to give in. Shuffling over, you slid against his thin frame, and wrapped your arms around his waist. Nuzzling into his chest, you let out a content sigh as he rested his arms on your shoulders.

He kissed your scalp before setting his chin there. "Why are you so bothered?"

"Why aren't you?"

Hao had never been particularly jealous. He was confident in who he was, as well as your feelings for him. In his head, he had nothing to worry about, so why let an emotion as petty as jealousy creep in when he could keep it locked down?

That being said, he was human, and had gone off of his peaceful rails on occasion. This mostly happened when it came to your attention. If someone was actively trying to take away your time with him, he would have a problem with it. You were his. He had no patience for anyone who acted adversely to that.

"If I was bothered by every man who sought out to contact you, I would be incessantly grumpy," he hummed. You could hear the smile in his voice. "And at this point, I'd likely want nothing to do with any of my members and I'd be planning their demise right now."

"I kind of assumed you were planning one of their impending dooms at any given time," you teased.

"Now who's the cartoon villain?"

..

*DING*

*DING*

*DINGDING*

*DINGDINGDINGDING*

"Y/N," Minghao sighed, looking over his shoulder at you.

"Oh, so the noise is bothersome?" you laughed, dropping your phone on the coffee table. "I thought you had lost your hearing."

Pausing the program he was watching, Hao pivoted himself to face you instead of the television. "I know this is a novel idea, but have you heard of manner mode?"

"I know this is a novel idea, but have you heard of me not giving a shit?" you smirked. Pointing to your phone accusingly, you added. "Plus, I'm not the problem here."

"Well, you have my attention now," he accepted. "What's up?"

"I didn't respond to the message I got this morning," you reported. "So, homie apparently got ahold of my number somehow."

"Then block him."

"You, my love, are a genius," you beamed. "But don't you think I did that?"

Minghao rolled his eyes before scooting closer to you and picking up your phone. His face immediately warped with shock. "What is this?"

"All of the numbers he's created to contact me," you continued. "There's been at least ten at this point."

"Who does that?" he gasped, scrolling up and down. Clicking into a message, he began to read. "Why can't we just talk, Y/N? It's been so long. I've changed."

"Apparently not enough to realize I don't want to talk to him," you muttered, crossing your arms.

"Maybe it's time we start locking down you phone," Hao sighed, placing your phone back down as it continued to vibrate.

"Locking down my phone?" you asked, furrowing your brow.

Minghao pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing. "Yeah, it's common amongst idols. If someone isn't in your contacts, your phone simply will not allow them to call you."

"What about doctor's appointments?" you questioned, feeling increasingly nauseous about the new security suggestion. "Or if someone gets a new number? What am I supposed to do then? I don't have a manager to handle those types of things, Hao."

"I know," he groaned. "It was just a thought."

"Why should I have to change my life because he's an asshole?" you grumbled. "Isn't there anything we can do?"

"Short of what?" Hao chuckled, obviously frustrated. You hated that you were making this a problem for him too. Hated even more that you knew he wanted to protect you but didn't quite know how. "What do you want me to do? Hunt him down and beat some sense into his brainless head?"

"I mean, that wouldn't be entirely unappealing," you joked.

"Right," he deadpanned. "Your old boyfriend is a psychopath, and your new boyfriend is in jail for assault."

"You pretty much have a built-in gang," you grinned. "Surely at least Mingyu would be down to-"

"Y/N."

"Kidding!" you gasped, winding your body around his. "I just want him to go away."

Hao immediately melted into you, always the first to comfort when things were going sideways. "Want to order take out and forget outside communication exists?"

"That sounds lovely," you sighed. "I'll close my eyes and let you hide my phone."

"Perfect," he smiled. "No promises that I'll remember where I put it though."

"Even better."

...

You wiggled from side to side on the couch, contentment flooding through your bones. Minghao had wrapped you up in one of your softest blankets and put on one of your favorite reality shows before cuddling beside you. "I'm not sure why you watch this."

"And yet here you are," you hummed. "Brain rotting beside mine."

"I do it because I love you," he sighed. "But also, who is that? And why is the other girl yelling at him?"

"I can restart the episode, Hao," you laughed.

"No, no," he muttered, crossing his arms. He was quiet for a moment before he furrowed his brows. "Why would she do that?"

"Okay, I'm restarting-"

*Buzzzzzz* *Buzz Buzz*

"Is that the food?" you gasped, whipping your head toward your boyfriend. He grinned back before springing up.

"My food," he cackled. "Who said I was sharing?"

"Hao!" you gasped.

Giggling to himself, he began unlocking the handful of locks on the door before pulling it open. Swinging yourself around, you peeked over the back of the couch, eager to see what he had picked. Instead, you were surprised when he kept the door cracked and angled himself to hide whoever was on the other side.

"Well," you heard him say calmly. "This isn't my delivery."

"Who are you?"

If you hadn't continued breathing, you would have assumed your heart stopped. How had he found you? Better yet, how did he find the audacity to show up to where you lived with your new partner?

"I'm the person who lives here," Hao said slowly. "Do you have my chicken order or no?"

You knew that Hao was fully aware of what your ex-boyfriend looked like. He was simply toying with him at this point.

"Where's Y/N?"

You felt dizzy with anxiety. Why would he show up here? Sure, he was a supreme jerk when you had dated, but you never thought him capable of his behavior today.

"Who?" Hao asked, his voice all innocence. If you weren't hiding in the living room, fearing for your life, you would kiss him.

"I know they're here, man," your ex insisted. "Just let me see them."

"I have no idea who you're talking about," Hao said plainly. "They have a pretty name though."

If you were in better spirits, you would have giggled.

"Just-" you heard your ex begin to struggle as if he was attempting to move Hao out of the way, but your boyfriend stood firm.

"I would think before trying that again," Minghao said quietly, his tone venomous.

"I just..." your ex trailed helplessly. "I messed up. I want to make it right. I took time and realized that I really love Y/N."

"What's your name?" Hao asked, tilting his head.

"Jae," your ex said quietly.

"Funny," Minghao hmphed. "I haven't heard your name leave their lips. Not once. Plenty of other things though, my name included. Mostly in the dead of night, often loud enough for the neighbors to hear."

"So they're here?" Jae perked up.

You could hear Minghao sigh in defeat. Clearly, the bone head wasn't listening to him.

"They must have forgotten all about you," he said slowly. "Pity."

Backing away from the door, Hao slowly began to shut it. "I'll make one thing clear, so if you're going to clean the shit out of your ears and listen, now is the time. If you're not off my doorstep by the time my food delivery gets here, I will be calling the police.

And if you don't stop contacting Y/N, I'll make sure you'll have bigger problems than getting arrested."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I don't know what you mean," Hao said lightly, the door only open a few inches now.

"You just said-"

"You must have misheard," Hao sighed. "Anyways, tata, have a nice day."

Slamming the door and locking it immediately, Hao spun to look at you. "Baby?"

Having ducked back onto the couch, you tried to reclaim any semblance of calm. "Yeah?"

"You okay?"

Taking a deep breath, you popped up again and attempted a smile. "I think so?"

"I'm sorry," Hao said, immediately crossing the room toward you. Pulling your face toward his torso, he hugged your head while you were still sitting.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" you asked, looking up at him. He had done so much for you in the past day, let alone since you had been together. You didn't know if you could possibly love him any more than you did in this moment.

"That was the last thing I wanted you to have to experience," he sighed. You could tell the exchange had shaken him up more than he wanted to admit.

"Well," you said, looking up at him through your lashes. "You were extremely hot."

"Was I?" he chirped, tilting his head.

"Being assertive suites you," you grinned.

"Unfortunate," he hummed. "Because I wasn't a fan."

"That's fine," you said happily, burying your face into his stomach. "I wouldn't have you any other way."

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[uhdrienne]

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 (𝐱.𝐦𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

💌 feat: idol!minghao x non-celebrity!reader (angst, i almost cried planning this oneshot)

💌 summary: once a dream relationship with the love of your life, now doomed to fail because of the media, you can only hope that minghao will think of you again -- even if it's in your wildest dreams.

💌 word count: 3.25k words

a/n: inspired by taylor swift's 'wildest dreams', bolded and italic words signify the lyrics!

"He said let's get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds..."

You sing the lyrics softly, looking out of the car window.

"Ironic," Your boyfriend chuckles from next to you, eyes trained ahead as he drives on the never-ending road, winding into evermore. "Exactly what we're doing now."

You let out a laugh, leaning your head on the window as he raises your interlinked hands to press a kiss on the back of your hand. "That we are, dear."

The sunset winds into the distance and shines, just the way you like it, and you pull out your camera, letting go of Minghao's hand to snap photos, much to his dismay.

"Hey," He nudges you after you're done admiring the way the oranges and yellows twist and intertwine in all the right places, and holds his hand out again. "Hold."

You pat his cheek affectionately and take his hand.

Thirty minutes later, the same man offers you his arm to hoist you up onto the roof of the van, where he insisted was the most beautiful place on earth.

You lay your head on his shoulder and sigh in content.

The sunset could shine all it wanted, and be the largest and prettiest thing in the sky, but nothing would beat the man who was currently nestled into your side, arms snug around you and smiling with the awe and love of a lifetime.

The photo you take of you two is now framed in your shared house, and your phone next to the photo frame buzzes and lights up.

"Happy two years dear, I love you to the moon and back. Sorry I had to go back to the city, but I promise I'll make it up to you."

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"Nothing lasts forever... but this is gonna take me down..."

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, Hao, don't be sorry," you cajole. "We'll be okay. What did the company say?"

"They'll be releasing a statement." Minghao sounds half-frustrated, half sad as he paces around, you can hear his footsteps scuffing the floor. "They're trying to do damage control, but the media is already eating it up. People are spreading the photos and I just-- I'm sorry you have to go through this. I know we wanted to keep us private."

"It was going to come out at some point," You sigh. "We both knew that."

"But it shouldn't have happened this way." Minghao counters.

"I know," You murmur, "But don't think too much and worry. We'll be fine. I love you, and I'll see you tonight, okay?"

With the promise of seeing him and spending the night together, you hang up.

Two years is a lot, you tell yourself. He'll stick by you and you'll have the ending you always dreamed of with him.

But along with the consolation came a sense of dread. Were you convincing him or yourself?

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"I can see the end, as it begins, my one..condition..is…"

"Minghao?" Your voice is meek, so scared, soft and vulnerable.

Minghao hates the way the happiness in your voice has disappeared.

"Darling?"

"Th-there's reporters shouting outside," You say, clutching the phone tight as if you could gain comfort from it. "Lots of them with cameras. They... I think you might have been followed home last night. They probably waited for you to leave."

"Shit," he curses. "Wait for me, I'll be right there."

"No!" Your voice cuts through. "You can't. Y-you'll be ambushed. I know how scary the paparazzi can get. I just--"

"Baby," He says, tears welling up in his eyes, because you’re right. He would be torn to shreds. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, a million times over. You don't deserve any of this, I-"

"No more of that," You whisper, and he goes quiet. "I love you. All I need is you. If this is what we must go through for me to be with you... so be it."

"I love you," he chokes out through a haze of tears and anguish. "I love you so, so, much, you have no idea."

"I love you too, Hao," You reply, and say that you'll hide out for a while so they'll leave before hanging up.

Minghao slumps down and cries like he's never cried before.

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"I said, "No one has to know what we do", his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room...And his voice is a familiar sound..."

"Baby!" He races to you, sitting in the living room, still slightly shaken. He engulfs you in a hug. "I'm so sorry, I'll be sorry for the rest of my life..."

"It wasn't your fault," You reply softly, pulling back to cup his face, drawn and blotchy with tears. "Love you lots."

He wipes at your eyes, slightly swollen with your tears, ears still ringing with the shouts and camera clicks, eyes still seeing stars with the flashes as you stepped out to threaten calling the police.

"I love you," He weeps, clutching at the material of your clothes. "Why can't I just love you without other people getting involved?"

And you don't have an answer to that, so you just pull him in and press your mouth to his. It's salty with his tears, and he's shaking, but he hugs you tight, grip firm and unwavering.

He whispers promises into your skin, swears to every higher being that he'll keep you safe, promises that he'll love you for the rest of his life, and no one could keep him away from you, you both were too strong together for that. He tells you things will get better, they have to.

You believe him as you come undone, the tears staining the sheets beneath you.

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"And when we've had our very last kiss...my last request...is.."

From that day on, everything changes, as much as you both vow to prevent it from happening.

Kisses are still shared, and movies are watched. His arms wind around you as you go to sleep, but those events are few and far between as he shuttles between you and the city, fulfilling his career.

When he comes home, he's either too tired to do anything, and you're not exactly inclined to ruin the one moment of peace he finally has for him.

What used to be a sanctuary of love and laughter and life, is now just an empty shell. Two people cohabiting in a desperate attempt to keep the flame kindled, huddling together for warmth.

You can feel it, and you know he can, too.

Things haven't gotten easier like he claimed. Your love hasn't dwindled one bit, but the media has only gotten more ferocious, even now hounding your workplace and regular haunts. You're practically confined within the walls of your home, either alone or with Minghao.

No more sunset dates. No more shared giggles under a blanket fort, no more pillow fights as he tackles you. No more late-afternoon cuddles as thin sunlight slants into the room. No more midnight instant noodle sessions. No more of anything. Silence overtakes, and the days drag by.

You know it's bubbling, the frustration, the anger at the media and at the world for being absolute busybodies, at Minghao (you don't know why), and at yourself.

And it's only a matter of time before it boils over.

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You explode in the worst way possible.

It starts when Minghao comes home, looking even more tired than usual. You don’t even look up to greet him anymore as he trudges into the room, simply humming in acknowledgement. The spark in your eyes long gone, your smile feigned.

Perhaps those were the tell-tale signs of a relationship long gone. The spark wasn’t there. None of the previous joy you felt when he came home was there.

Were you falling out of love with him? ..No, that couldn’t be it. You knew you loved him for years, ever since you set eyes on him at an art museum, and you would always love him. Now, you just felt nothing but sadness when you saw him. If it wasn’t love, you would have only felt indifference.

None of you spoke about the reporters. It was like they didn't exist, only you knew it was the opposite, with them clamouring outside, with no reprieve. It was to the point where you had to lock every door and window for fear they would break in. Yet, both of you avoided the topic like a taboo, while it loomed over your bond like a dark cloud.

You came to the conclusion that it wasn’t that you wanted this relationship to end, it was more like… you just knew it would.

What you had with Minghao would not end well. It would only end.

“Hey,” He speaks for the first time since coming home. “How was your day?”

“Nothing much,” You reply, and the kitchen goes silent.

He knew your day was nothing much. He knew why it was nothing much too. You couldn’t even go out without being mobbed by shouting reporters and blinding cameras. How well could your day have went?

“Dinner?” You ask, and he shrugs. “Sure.”

It was sad, really, you note, how quickly a conversation could end. So pitiful that a couple of over two years, who always never had enough to say to each other, had nothing to say now.

You finish dinner in silence, only the clinking of cutlery to fill in the vacancy of your voices.

After dinner he walks to the living room and you to your phone. You open up the three messages that have appeared to view them, but let out a shriek and throw your phone on the couch next to Minghao.

He raises his eyebrows at you in confusion and picks your phone up when you look back at him, eyes wide in panic.

His eyes widen the same way when he sees the graphic content of the message, the threat of the malicious sender reverberating through his mind.

“This— you…” He trails off.

“Is-is that a knife?!” You yelp. “This person just sent me a photo of a knife and threatened to kill me!”

“Baby, wait—” Minghao gets up and reaches for you, but you shrink back. “D-don’t.”

His jaw tightens as he registers the fact that you’re afraid of him. That a devil hiding behind a screen was enough to scare you away from him, the person who loved you to the ends of the earth.

“Okay.” He steps back. “Please…don’t be scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Not you,” was your only whisper.

He furrows his eyebrows. “What?”

“Not you,” You speak up, slightly louder than before. “Just… the fact that the rumour is out, the media at our door… we no longer have anything to say to each other… it hurts me beyond what you know.”

“I’m trying, love,” Minghao says, quietly.

“I know you are,” You reply. “Like I said, it’s not your fault.”

“But you’re hurt,” Minghao protests. “I’m hurt too, you know? I can’t even bring you out, let you live a normal life and be with you as I want. It’s not fair to me, either.”

“Nothing was fair from the moment the articles broke,” You reply softly, tears coming to your eyes. “That what we have is seen like…a mistake. A sin. That you, just loving someone, is the greatest wrongdoing. That reporters found the need to stay at our door just for pictures of us. That someone found the need to threaten to kill me.”

“That’s not fair,” Minghao protests again, tears welling up too. “You’re not the only one suffering here. I am too! My career, my relationship, all of that shoved into the limelight. Do you know what that feels like?”

“I don’t,” You answer. “I know I will never fully understand your situation. All I’m asking is…can’t we just—”

“Pretend nothing happened? Go on with this?” Minghao’s voice cracks. “You don’t want that. You do not. We can’t.”

“Why not?” You ask.

“Because nothing will ever be the same! Nothing we do can let us go back to before. You are hurt and stuck here, I am done for, we are now shackled here—”

“Shackled?” You ask quietly. “Is this what it is?”

“No, I—”

“I think I’ve known for a while,” You say. “That it’s not ‘if’ we will end, it’s when we will.”

“W-What?”

“There isn’t anything there anymore, Hao,” You throw your hands up. “Hell, we don’t even have anything to say to each other!”

“What can I say?! That my career is half ruined, my relationship dying away, my fans threatening to end us both?!”

You turn away, wiping the tears off your cheeks. “You should go, Minghao. I...I don’t want to keep you here if you don’t want to be. I'm so sorry...”

"Why won't you fight for us?" His voice is a deathly whisper.

"What?"

"Why... I know it's hard but... why-why are you giving up?"

"Giving up...?"

"You gave up on us." He breaks into a sob. "We don't talk because every time I look at you, I can't help but keep thinking about how much better your life could have been. You could go on sunset drives whenever you want. You could have spent night after night in blanket forts without a care in the damn world, without worrying that one day someone's going to break the door down and do something to you. You-"

"Thinking like that was always meaningless without you, Hao," You let out a humourless laugh. "All I wanted to do those things with was you."

"We can still do it all," He says, striding towards you. "I told you. I won't leave you."

"But you have to." You murmur back. "I've seen the reports. You're one of the highest-rising stars now. You're worlds away from where I am. And just being me, being bombarded with attention like this, attention I don't want, day in and day out, it... it suffocates me."

"So that's it?" He asks dejectedly. "You don't want me anymore?"

"I do want you, it's all I want," You try to gesture, try to tell him what you mean, but he shakes his head.

"You used to say that with so much life. Now... it's like a stranger telling me that." You look at him, eyes pleading, tears spilling over.

He takes a step back, eyes scanning you like it's the last time he'll see you. "I'm so, so sorry I put you through this. I-I'll go. I'll go now."

He comes forward and cups your face. He leans in, and kisses your forehead. The delicate action and gentleness of it all, combined with the salty tang of his tears, makes you tear up again.

“Say you remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe…”

You register the front door closing behind him. He’s gone, and God knows if he’ll ever return.

That night, you turn off the lights, make sure the windows are closed, but you leave the wooden door unlocked. You never locked it when he hadn’t come back.

You tuck yourself in, the way you like it, the way Minghao does it, and fall into a fitful sleep, the last words you uttered to each other ringing in your head.

When you wake up the next morning, Minghao hasn’t come back.

Something just tells you he won’t return this time.

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“Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you’ll see me again…” The tinny sound from the aged record player plays, prompting you to hum along to the tune.

“XU MINGHAO, singer, makes record-breaking return to the stage, set to perform...”

“Three years on — where is XU MINGHAO’s mysterious ex-partner now?”

“Woman spotted outside his apartment — liar or lover?”

You close the papers.

You smile. He’s on top of the world, just like he dreamed.

And you… you were just here. Alone, but moderately content, and at peace.

The media had left you alone from the third week that Minghao didn’t return. They probably deemed you less newsworthy, you muse, as you pour yourself another cup of coffee.

You sip coffee as you sift through your mail. You pick up an envelope, and smile at your friend’s invitation to an awards ceremony. Knowing that you were a fan of one of the performing ballad singers, she, as part of the management team, had taken it upon herself to secure you a ticket.

You get up and stretch. It was time to go to the city.

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"And now, winning the most prestigious award of the night, the Artist of the Year..." The announcer smiles, stage makeup bold and sparkling against the lights. She steals a look at the card in her hand, takes a deep breath.

"Xu Minghao!"

Your hand flies to your mouth as the big screen shows his face, smiling as he waves, bows, and walks to the stage. You don't look out of place, as just about every fangirl is doing the same. Tears come to your eyes and you blink them away.

He's just as dashing as ever. Decked in a smart suit and jacket to match, with small, sleek hoops in his ears, and lips curved in a charming smile, he accepts the award and addresses the crowd.

"I...I'm beyond honoured to stand here today," His eyes dart about, trying to capture every pair of eyes from his vision. "You know I owe just about everything to my fans, new and old, my family, and my friends who've been with me through everything."

He visibly swallows. "And there's one more person, one really, really special person I want to thank."

He stretches out his hand and smiles as if beckoning to someone, and a beautiful lady hesitantly steps up, dressed in a gorgeous champagne-coloured gown, soft curls in her hair, a bounce in her step.

"She saw me through the darkest period of my life," He says, clutching onto the lady's hand like a lifeline. "From strangers to friends, from friends to lovers, I want her to know she's my day one."

The cameras and fans go wild, everyone clamouring to get a better glimpse as the woman smiles at him, full of adoration like he once used to look at you, and they share an embrace on the stage, the host cutting in to sing praises of the newly hard-launched couple.

Meanwhile, you sit, rooted to your place, as you watch them. But it isn't overwhelming sadness that engulfs you. It isn't any form of bitterness or resentment. The sweet tang of pride, that he can now freely love, and gratitude, that his new love was doing what you failed to, rests on your tongue.

You rise to your feet. As you're in a row closer to the front, it isn't hard to get out. As you walk towards the exit, you glance back one last time, only to have shock rain down on you as he locks eyes with you from the stage.

The shock dies away swiftly, only to be replaced by soft joy. You smile slightly and nod at him once, with nothing but sincerity in your eyes, and watch the relief sag on his shoulders as he smiles and nods back. Even with no words shared, he knows you've both found your ending.

"Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah, huh..."

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writer's note:

first ever oneshot and this was...sad? but also i wrote this in one day and almost decided not to publish it because it was so rough lol

but please enjoy! any feedback and interactions are welcome :> thank you for reading!!

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[robinhobiii]

Antithesis

An-tith-uh-sis

noun

a person or thing that is the direct opposite of someone or something else.

Assassin! Minghao

A skilled assassin and never missing a single hit. That’s what Xu Minghao was. A man with few words and lets his weapons do the talking. So, it comes as a surprise to his other members when a cute and bubbly Y/n appears by his side on his off days.

They’re total opposites. Everything was polar opposite. From their clothes, music tastes to even their preferred food. Even though she was shy, she could talk so freely to him. His stoic face never changing as she smiled and talks about her day. At first his members thought it was to mess with them. But the more she came around, the less they thought about that.

Now they wanted to know, what was attracting them to each other? They understood the concept of opposites attracting but, they really couldn’t believe it. One of the most ruthless man they know on the team, was letting a pastel princess talk about her dilemma between a pink and white dress or lavender and white dress. It was almost outrageous at this point.

“Hao, so should I get the pink one or the lavender one?”

“Why not get both?” He said stoically.

“Huh? Both? I don’t have that kind of money to get both.”

“I’ll buy it.”

. . .

It was unknown to the boys on how those two met.

“Maybe, they met at the same bar?” Soonyoung suggested.

“No, no. They must’ve met at that one mall he likes going to.” Seokmin said.

“That expensive ass mall??” Seungkwan chipped in.

“Yeah, he’s always there to get his collection of black clothes.” Seokmin finished.

“No, obviously they met at one of his missions coincidently and now they’re inseparable.” Seungkwan said with a look of satisfaction.

Minghao snorted quietly as he heard their convo. That’s not how they met.

Minghao was currently in the frozen yogurt shop after just assassinating a politician and he was staring at his phone. He was waiting for the line to progress and looked up to see that the employees were putting the toppings in the containers.

“Sorry miss, there’s no more m&m’s.” The teenager smirked.

Y/n looked flustered because she just saw them restocking it. She couldn’t find the correct words to say. He saw it as well and he didn’t know what possessed him to defend her.

“We just saw you restock that huge bin of m&m’s.” His voice sent shivers down everyone’s spine. His lanky statue was helping his intimidating look.

“O-oh, are you two together?” The teenager suddenly stuttered out.

“Yeah, would you hurry up.”

Soon they both walked out with two frozen yogurts, one with m&m’s and the other with Oreos.

“Uh, t-thank you for helping me back there.” She shyly said.

“It’s nothing.” He said as he started to walk away.

“W-wait.”

He turned around to face her. She smile softly and Minghao was convinced that was what an angel looked like. “I can’t just let you go without repaying you. You payed for my cup. Let me repay you somehow”

He smirked. “So, a cutie like you can talk for yourself.” He chuckled. “Sure.”

And that’s how they met. She’s been stuck to him since then. He didn’t mind as she added that sunshine he’s been missing in his life. Innocent ole y/n of course didn’t know what he did for a living. Of course she questions and he said that he worked for the company “Highlight,” as a consultant in financial department. She don’t really believe him since he was covered in tattoos. He could tell that she didn’t believe but he didn’t push, because it was the truth. He did work as a consultant in the morning at Highlight. At nighttime though, that was a different story.

. . .

“Hao, we should see the fireworks tonight.” She said as she stuffed her face with chips.

He smiled at her puffed up cheeks and brushed the extra crumbs away from the corner of her lips. She blushed as the turned away.

“Sure.”

Soonyoung looked at him with wide eyes.

“Eissa, you just said you don’t want to go.”

“Well now I do.”

“I’ve been telling you since last month and you’ve been saying no.”

“I want to go now.”

Soonyoung simply squinted his eyes. “Y/n, would you like to join me and the others on a trip to Busan?”

“Sure! Who else is going?” She smiled softly.

“Me, Seungkwan, Seokmin, Hansol, and Channie.”

“Sounds fun, when are you leaving?”

Minghao looked like he was going to murder him. “No”

Y/n looked at him confused and Soonyoung simply smirked.

“She won’t be going, unless I go. And quite frankly I don’t want to go on a trip with you morons.”

“She can come if she wants to. You’re not her guard dog. Y/n wants to come, so let her. You don’t own her.” Soonyoung said with that same smirk.

He knew that he was pushing his luck with Minghao, but he wanted to know where Minghao’s and y/n’s relationship stood. And by the looks of it, Seokmin and Seungkwan will be owing him his $100.

Minghao scoffed. “She’s mine. She’s my person and she knows me the best. And I know her the best. So I know she doesn’t need to spend time with you jerks.”

“Ouch, could’ve been more nicer, hao hao.” Soonyoung mocked.

Minghao stared daggers at him and walked away by grabbing y/n’s hand.

“Let me know by Friday y/nnie!!” Soonyoung yelled out as they walked out of sight.

. . .

Okay, maybe he liked her more than a friend.

He liked how their hands would accidentally brush against each other when they sat next to each other. Or how she would cook for him when he was too tried from work. Being with her felt a little too domestic and he was getting too used to her. He wants to be showered by her sweet affection.

She remembered that he really like tea and bought him a tea set with new tea cups. So naturally, he bought her a designer bag since he saw her eyeing it on her phone. Or one time she remembered that he didn’t like iced water with his food, so he took her to China to try all sorts of food with him. He remembers that she was very flustered and try to talk him out of going but he secretly took her there. Some (his members) would say that he kidnapped her there, but he didn’t see it that way.

He was enamored by her and wanted to be by her, protect her, love her. Her sweet laughs that would linger in his head and how he would be stuck in a day dream while on missions. When Seungcheol heard that he was almost a second late in killing targets, he was not too pleased. And so he said those forbidden words.

“You need to leave her.”

“I’m not going to.”

“She’s becoming a distraction to you. You’re named one of the best assassins for a reason.”

“The day you leave your wife, is the day I’ll leave my beloved y/n. ”

There was silence in the conference room. The other members shocked into silence. Minghao and Seungcheol were similar in a sense that they were too stubborn. Though Minghao was more quiet about his stubbornness, he was a lot bolder when it came to his decision.

“You can’t ask me to leave y/n, when you yourself are married. She means the world to me like how your wife means the world to you.”

“Very well then. You make a good point, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re distracted. You’ll need to fix that, other wise there will be severe consequences.”

. . .

Y/n was pacing around her living room. It’s been two days since she’s heard from Minghao. She was getting worried by the second and wanted to make sure he was fine. There was an increase of violence since two of the biggest mafia families were at war currently. Police advised people to make sure that they locked their doors and no one should leave their house after 10:00 pm. she sighed and was deciding if she should go to his apartment. It was almost 10:30 and she knows she shouldn’t be out but she was worried for him. She looked at her door.

Ah, whatever. She’ll be quick.

She quickly entered his apartment. Luckily there was no activities outside so she was able to make it to his home. However, he was not home. When she rung his bell, he didn’t answer, so she let herself in. She looked around and found him no where in sight. She sat down on his couch and called him again. He of course didn’t answer. To calm her nerves a bit, she decided to watch some tv.

She began to flip through some of his channels. Some channels would be interesting for 5 minutes before she moved on. She landed on the news channel. Just as she was about to skip to the next channel, something peaked her interest.

“There’s been a three way accident on the high way tonight.” The reporter said.

“The accident was so severe, that three lives were taken. The others were severely injured and were taken to the hospital. One of the cars was a black Bentley with the number 8 engraved on to the tire rims.”

She froze.

Minghao has a black Bentley. And his favorite number was 8. Heck, even his friends called him “The8. ”

Y/n was hysterical. She was crying hysterically. No wonder he wasn’t picking up his phone. He was gone and she didn’t even tell him how she felt about him. That made her cry more. He cared for her and all she wanted to do was to return his love the same way. She doesn’t know how long she was cry for before she heard:

“Baobei, why are you crying?”

Great. Now she was imaging his voice. She can’t believe she was already loosing her mind. So, it made her cry even more.

“Baobao, look at me.” Suddenly his fingers pulled her chin up and she met his eyes.

Minghao . . ? Was here? In the flesh..?

She leaped into his arms and nuzzled her face into his neck. Her crying got worse.

“Why are you crying? Hm? Can you tell me who made you cry?” He said as he caressed her head.

“You!”

He was confused. “How so, beibei?”

She couldn’t make a coherent sentence and babbling on. Minghao rubbed his hand on her back.

“I thought you died!” She finally said.

He remained silent. “You didn’t answer my calls for two day, so I came over and didn’t find you here either. So I wanted to watch some tv to relax and I see that there’s been an accident with a black Bentley with 8 engraved on it. . And you have a Bentley and I know your favorite number is 8. It made too much sense. It was awful, hao.” She cried out.

He consoled her more before moving her to his bedroom and sat her down next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and said “I’m sorry for making you worry. There was some issues with the financial department at the office. I couldn’t back to you, I’m so sorry bao.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She said as the cry was slowly settling down. “I would’ve had so many regrets if you did leave.”

“Why’s that?”

“I. . I really like you hao. You make me feel so special and so protected. I want to be with you always. I wanted to tell you that even though I know you don’t really like me back. I still appreciate your kind actions.”

He was shocked. The beautiful girl he’s been crushing on, likes him back?

He chuckled softly before pulling her chin up again. “Who said that I don’t like you either. I don’t just let anyone put pink eyeshadow on me with glittery rhinestones.” She smiled softly at his words.

“I let you do anything to me because I love to being your presence. I like that satisfied smile you get when have your way with me. Y/n, you make me want to be a better man.” He wiped away the remaining tears and said “I really like you too. And I’ll never leave you.”

With that, he placed a warm kiss on her lips.

. . .

There were multiple cars chasing him.

“Hyung, they’re gaining on me.”

Seungcheol was huffed before he said, “drive further down, Mingyu and DK are already waiting for you.

As he was going a 115 mph on the high way, a cat suddenly appeared. He may kill people for a living, but cats, were the only exception. He braked a little too hard, cause the cars behind to crash into him. Luckily, his driver door wasn’t hit so he quickly got out as the smoke bled into the air. Made his way towards the rugged road and walked into the forest. With some miracle, he was able to make it to Mingyu and dk.

“Hao, your arm!” Seokmin yelled out. His arm was slightly bruised and was bleeding a lot.

“Just go! They’ll try to find me.”

He went to Joshua, who patched him up, and got prescribed medicine from him. The underground hideout was quite chaotic as they were trying to delete him walking out the vehicle and trying to track who was following Minghao. “I gotta go.” Minghao said as he carefully stood up. “I’m going to head out and shower.”

Seungcheol nodded as helped his brother walk to the door. “Be safe.”

. . .

Y/n was laying her head on Minghao shoulder. Their hands were intertwined and Minghao brought them up to his lips to give her hand a kiss.

“Ha! I told you so!” Soonyoung said excitedly.

Seokmin and Seungkwan grumbled in disappointed.

“I really that it was a joke between them.” Seungkwan whined out.

“I shouldn’t have listen to you.” Seokmin pouted out. “I was right the first time and I was influenced by you.” He whined again.

“Me?! You just like following everything I say! That’s your own fault, not mine” Seungkwan said offendedly.

“I’m not a follower!”

“Yes you are!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh!”

“Seungkwan, I’m going to take you through hell. Take it back.”

“Never.”

Minghao snickered at them. He looked down at y/n where she also met his eyes. They both smiled and he pulled her in closer.

He kissed the side of her head and said “I won’t ever leave you, bao.”

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[raynelovesyoongi]

“You look beautiful.” Minghao said softy while moving hair out of your face so he could continue feeding you soup. You had gotten sick a couple days ago due to the cold weather. Minghao was the first to notice you were sick and he didn’t waste any time calling his job to say he wouldn’t be able to make it. He didn’t let you get up once unless you had to use the restroom, he did everything else for you. You needed tissues? He was there holding a tissue to your nose and telling you to blow. You were thirsty? He already brought you a glass of water. You were cold? He was already turning up the heater setting and giving you more blankets/clothes to layer up on what you already had on.

“Minghao, I’m fine I promise, I don’t wanna get you sick!” Minghao wasn’t stupid, he was careful while taking care of you. He didn’t share anything with you and whenever he was close to you it’d only be for a while, he kept himself at a safe distance.

“I’ll be fine my love, I only care about you getting better right now.” You felt embarrassed, you felt gross and sweaty. You didn’t want Minghao to see you like this, but he still called you beautiful. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe his words but soon enough you found that you really couldn’t even care less about how you looked anymore, as long as he was there with you. He looked at you with so much love in his eyes, you could tell he genuinely meant that he found you beautiful at this moment. He always found you beautiful, and nothing could change the amount of beauty he saw in you.

“I love you.” You said before opening your mouth so he could feed you more soup, he smiled at you before replying “I love you more.” Being sick wasn’t so bad when Xu Minghao was the one taking care of you. If you could, you’d stay sick all your life if it meant he’d take care of you like this.

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[nishloves]

in another life; xu minghao

reader x the8 // angst // words : 1.4k// warnings : mention of death (nothing in detail), psychiatrist. // masterlist synopsis : you never imagined your life without minghao; hell, it was too tormenting to even think about it; so how are you expected to let him go after you have loved him for so long? [a/n] : a failed attempt at me trying to write angst lol, hope you all like it <3

sometimes when you walk by the old birch tree, you could still see him sitting near the trunk, a book in his hands as he absent-mindedly gazes at the fallen autumn leaves.

sometimes when you start up the radio, you could swear you hear him chuckle beside you as your favourite song plays, and as you try to move yourself on the beats of the song for old times' sake you could feel his hand on your waist, guiding you through the moderately difficult choreography he had put together for your dance competition.

sometimes you can still see him sitting on his favorite coffee-colored armchair slurping the black coffee as he gently gazed at you, his hands shaking slightly as his head moved as if saying that he noticed you without you calling out to him.

sometimes when your hands trail over the keys of the piano, singing an unsung melody you could almost see his fluid body dancing to your beats.

he's gone; you try to remind yourself. he's gone from your life; you try to console yourself.

but it doesn't hurt any less than it did at first.

you swore you could feel him sitting right next to you as you watched the stars atop the hill where you both very happily trekked; those glittering jewels were still the same, but you weren't.

it didn't hurt any less, you didn't know any more.

did you really require a psychiatrist as people said?

you promised yourself you wouldn't come back to this town, yet you see yourself wandering here aimlessly at the end of the month, for those exact five days.

all their words seem monotonous now. they seem the same, they feel the same.

you lay your head on the trunk of the birch tree, tears welling in your eyes as you peered at the full moon, smiling at the night sky gives good dreams, right?

you smiled as tears trickled down your face,

"I want to see you again, minghao."

you whispered as a leaf flew into your lap, this time you smiled gratefully as you closed your eyes, "I miss you, minghao."

"y/n?" you heard him call out to you, your eyes fluttering and squinting because of the sunlight in your face as you gazed up at him.

"hao!" you breathed in delight, your chest swarming with warmth as tears dropped from your eyes.

he's here! he's present! right before you!

"y/n," he said, his eyes widening as he stepped back from you.

your brows furrowed, why was he going away from you?

"hao," you called out, your voice soft and near-breaking as the said male stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes shaking as he looked at you, "is it you y/n?"

"who else?" you asked, your hands rushing forward to touch him.

he pursed his lips, his body shaking under your touch as he asked, "what are you doing here, y/n?"

"I came to find you," you breathed out, your voice heavy as you tried to remember just why you and minghao had parted; you couldn't remember it. "i couldn't forget you- i love you too much to let go."

"to find me?" he asked, a wistful smile on his face as he patted your head, "you came all this way to find me?"

"i never left," you admitted, watching him shiver underneath your touch. why was he so shaken up? you wondered as you leaned your head on his chest, his heart pumping and racing strangely calming you down,

but did ghosts or spirits have heartbeats?

"I missed you, hao."

"I missed you so much, y/n," he replied his voice strained, his hands around you now as he clutched you closer to him, trying to imprint your figure in his mind.

"can we get back together?" you asked, your words a bumbling mess as you tried to pour your heart out after all this mess.

"they'll will think of me as insane."

"hao?'' you asked, your eyes fluttering as you admired his angelic face, you didn't remember why you parted, you couldn't remember anything at all- anything that happened in the past few months, but he was here; right in front of you! saying that he missed you too, did anything else matter for now?

"can you kiss me, minghao?" you asked, your body and heart yearning for the warmth you desired for all these months, yearning for his gentle touch as he could only nod at you.

his lips were still so much in sync with yours, they were hungry, passionate and full of yearning almost as if he was trying to pull your soul out. he buried his hand in your hair and pulled you towards himself, "y/n," he breathed, tears dripping from his eyes as you gasped.

"hao!" you wiped his tears away, your hands cupping his face as you asked, "what happened? why are you crying?"

"i am hallucinating, right? have i finally gone insane? should i really meet a doctor?"

"what?"

"you're gone, y/n," he breathed out, his lips quivering as you felt yourself lighten physically. you're gone? but you're right here?

"I am right here, hao, I'm telling you, I'm always here. I missed you!"

"you shouldn't be here, y/n," he whispered in your ears, you didn't like seeing him cry, he shouldn't cry.

"what do you mean?" you asked, you could see a strange light around you both as you cradled minghao in your arms, your sobs never-ending.

"what do you mean, hao!?"

"you died, y/n; you died months ago," he said, as he desperately tried to hold your now vanishing figure as your eyes widened.

you died? but you were living, right here! right now! wasn't it minghao who was gone? who were all those people whom you talked to, you clearly remember your hallucinations of minghao sitting and— oh... oh.

"hao," your voice was soft as you clutched him closer to yourself, an unknown easiness felt in your bones.

you pushed him slightly away from you, trying to ingrain every detail of his in your soul, how beautiful he was, how fleeting yet purposeful his touches were, how kind he was.

"please, don't leave me again, y/n," he whimpered, burying his face in your neck as he tried to hold onto your diminishing figure.

you could only smile sadly.

"don't let me haunt you, hao," you whispered, hugging him closer to you, "forget me."

"I can't, I can't, I can't! i love you and only you! please," his voice broke as he tried to grab onto your fleeting figure, "please y/n, please— you...you can't just go like this!" he retorted, his voice sharp, "you can't go away after meeting me like this..."

you gently kissed his cheek as you realised your hands were borderline transparent now.

"minghao, you deserve everything. so please don't dwell on me; move on and live your life, find someone to love, find someone else to call—"

"I can't, y/n; I love you, I will only love you," he wailed.

"minghao," your lips connected with his forehead as you smiled, "we will meet in our next life; let me be the ghost of your past, i won't ever forgive myself if you stop living your life to the fullest because of me."

"y/n," he breathed, relishing in the way of how your lips felt for the last time.

"let me go, minghao."

"I don't want to."

"you need to," you smiled at him, "for me."

"comeback... please," his voice quivered as he desperately tried to hold onto your disappearing hand, his eyes red.

"you're amazing hao," you whispered, tucking back a strand of his hair. "please live on, live on... for me."

"i will be the happiest when i see you doing well here, right here," you looked up at the morning star, intertwining your hand with his as you kissed his knuckles.

"let me go."

"i love you," he whispered slowly, as if reminding your soul about where you belonged.

he reluctantly put his hands away from you, writhing in heartache as he saw your figure depart, slowly vanishing piece by piece, at last your smile vanished too, haunting him for eternity.

yet he smiled at your last words, the words which had barely slipped your lips,

"i will love you for eternity too, minghao. find me in another life."

"i will," he whispered clutching his coat, "I will."

to my dear y/n,

in another life when the world falters in front of you and we haven't found each other yet, remember me. someday when all you need is an embrace, run back to me. someday when you feel like you're not enough, i will fill your cup with all the warmth you had given to me, come back to me. someday when you have no one to love, love me. love me for i will always be here with baited breath, yearning for your return as you think back to me. someday when you reunite with me again, i will say all these words to you; because even if we aren't meant to be, even if we aren't soulmates, i will always cherish you. whether it is the ghost of your embrace or you in flesh, i will only ever love you. so please, please wait for me in another life as i sweep you off your feet there too.

with love,

minghao

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[aficaramel]

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[renaiswriting]

Whispers of Strength

Pairing: Xu Minghao/Reader

Summary: The idea of having your best friend tell you, "I told you so," once again was infuriating, but you were sick and he was all you needed.

Warnings: slightly angst (but like- barely, you won't even realize it's there) with soft/happy ending (?) | FLUFF

Word count: 4.2k

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A sneeze was heard loudly echoing through the walls of the darkened room. It was around seven in the morning, and you were still in bed. Your alarm had stopped dreaming about ten minutes ago, but you couldn't find the willpower to get up and start getting ready for your classes.

 The rest of the space shared with your roommate was awash in complete silence; there was no doubt that Minghao had left the bedroom a few minutes ago.

 Unwilling to turn on the light on your bedside nightstand, you fumbled with the surface of your nightstand, finding a used handkerchief that you had left there in the early morning after struggling to sleep.

 It seemed that no matter how much you blew your nose, one side of it was always completely unable to breathe.

 Around four in the morning, you gave up, opting to breathe with your throat (something that was completely uncomfortable because you're not used to breathing that way).

 After all, the cold air you had been exposed to the day before and the effort you had had to make to let oxygen into your body had ended up killing your throat, and now even breathing the smallest amount of air made you almost start crying.

 A new sneeze came violently through your body, shaking you completely as it left your organism. At the burning sensation in your throat, you closed your eyes tightly, accepting the discomfort with resignation.

 It was tiring; it felt as if thousands of knives were cutting the inside of your throat at the same time.

 The screen of the phone that had been charging all night on your bedside table lit up, revealing that Minghao had sent you a message.

 Minghao: You're on your way? I forgot my book for Economics III.

 If the idea of skipping class had even appeared for a millisecond, it was completely gone.

 I couldn't skip class now that Minghao had spoken to him.

 Because skipping classes would mean having to tell Minghao that she was not going to attend, and it would involve having to admit that she had made a mistake.

 Minghao had entered the same university as you in the same year. You had been studying the same major and attending the same classes from day one, but you hadn't seen or heard his name until you both found yourselves in the same dorm.

 Minghao had requested a roommate change due to having constant problems with the one he had before, and you, being forced to get a new place to sleep that wasn't expensive, had no choice but to sign up for the college dorms.

 Minghao had been the quietest person you had ever met, and that was a lot coming from you, who within three years had talked to, at most, about five people.

 Was it any surprise that you had never seen him? Not really.

Making friends has been an extraordinarily difficult task for you ever since you were a little girl. For many years, you forced yourself to try to meet different people and keep in touch with them, but you soon discovered that if you didn't write to them, they never did. 

And so you gradually began to drift further and further away from everyone, keeping only three friends who had shown that they cared about you as much as you cared about them.

 So, at the beginning of your university career, you had promised yourself to focus more on your studies than on making friends, so you went to class, took notes, and when you finished, you hurried straight to the library to continue studying in complete silence for another three hours.

 At first, living together was really awkward. Minghao didn't seem to know how to deal with you, and you didn't know how to deal with him.

 And it was even more awkward when you passed each other in class because neither of you knew whether you should greet each other or just ignore each other. 

Luckily, the relationship started to improve as soon as finals came around because both of you had a lot of studying to do and each of you had your own doubts.

 They began to meet in the living room, sitting late at night reading and rereading the same books.

 That's how they went from awkward roommates to roommates. 

Your friendship began to forge when Minghao found you sitting in the bathroom with the door open and your phone in hand, crying uncontrollably.

 That had been a bad week; not only were you extremely busy with all the group work and homework due in the various classes, but also the first exams had started, and you had failed one. So receiving a text message from your (at the time) boyfriend telling you that the relationship had come to an end was not in your plans, and as expected, the situation got the better of you.

 Minghao stayed by your side all that night, making you tea and watching those movies you loved so much, and he didn't share your feelings towards them.

 Becoming friends with Minghao meant that you had basically been adopted by the group of friends he had, and that meant that every two or three weeks they would get together somewhere to eat and take some of the stress out of college.

 And it had been one of those get-togethers that had brought about the current state you were in at those moments.  If there was one thing Minghao always took pride in, it was telling you how right he was with everything he advised you:

 "Don't drink five cups of coffee before you go to take your exam because you're going to feel like going to the bathroom the whole time."

 "Don't lend money to that person; you barely know them."

 "Don't put so much spice in that food; it will hurt your stomach."

 And in every one of them, he had been right.

 So, when Minghao looked at the weather on his phone and noticed the low temperatures, I sighed deeply.

 I had been thinking about wearing a certain outfit for almost a week, but it wasn't warm at all, and the solution of putting a jacket on top, which Minghao proposed, was not to my liking.

 "The cold is psychological." You spoke to the reflection on the other side of the mirror. From there, her eyes connected for a few moments with Minghao's, sitting on your bed.

 "And the fever you're going to get is also going to be psychological." Minghao responded by rolling his eyes. "Don't be stupid; you're going to get sick."

 "But you all look ugly!" I cried in frustration, walking over to my various coats and studying them one by one.

 "Wear one of mine," Minghao shrugged, too intent on what was happening on the phone in his hands, "it's not that much trouble."

 The topic wasn't touched on again; Minghao seemed satisfied with the 'I'll think about it later' answer, and you just prayed that miraculously the sub-zero degrees would disappear. 

 "Which one are you going to want?" Minghao asked, entering your bedroom with a knock on the door. In her hands, she carried three different coats, all black.

 "None," I replied, still finishing touching up my makeup, "thank you."

 Minghao frowned, "But it's getting five degrees below zero." Minghao reminded you incredulously, "What are you going to wear?" 

"I'm going to go like this; inside the restaurant, it's not going to be that cold."

 "Yeah, but in the ten-minute walk to get to the restaurant, it's going to be cold." 

"It's only ten minutes; how bad can it be?" 

Minghao rolled his eyes, muttering "whatever'.

 

 

 

It was worse than just bad.

 Even today, underneath the warmth wrapped around your body from the blankets, you could feel the cold you had experienced the day before.

You: Where is it?

You: "I'll be there in half an hour."

 Once again, you blew your nose; it was already red and burning every time the handkerchief touched the irritated area.

 You looked as horrible as you felt. 

You were just praying that the makeup would cover up any traces of discomfort.

 

 

 

 

Minghao was sitting in his usual seat; his hand was extended in the air, catching your attention.

 He had reserved the seat next to you so that the two of you could sit together.

 Your head was throbbing and your body felt weak, but you were determined not to let Minghao notice your condition. So you walked quickly to the seat next to his, pretending that the ragged breathing and sloppy movements were only because you were still tired and not because of the discomfort you felt.Taking a step felt like walking on the sand at the beach, only this one weighed about seventy pounds and stuck to your feet.

 "Did you bring it?" Minghao asked as soon as your body settled into the seat. You nodded in response, still not confident that your voice came out at all well. You had tried talking out loud in the bathroom before, and it seemed as if a demon was struggling to speak.

 You pulled a large book out of your backpack, relieving the bag of the extra weight it didn't usually carry.

 Minghao sighed in relief, stowing it in his own backpack.

 While he was distracted, you pulled out a handkerchief from inside your backpack, quickly wiping your nose, and hiding it back in your jean pocket in time to talk to Minghao. 

Luckily, Minghao filled much of the conversation, leaving you with the job of reacting or mumbling occasionally to his stories. 

The economics III professor entered the classroom, and everyone automatically fell silent. 

As the professor began to speak, you discreetly reached back into your bag and pulled out the pack of tissues you had hidden, realizing that the tissue you had grabbed earlier wasn't going to be enough for the rest of the class and that the professor had no intention of slowing down today's class just because you were feeling under the weather. 

The professor asked a question that your brain didn't pick up on at all; you just weren't there. 

Physically, you were there, but your brain didn't pick up on any of the difficult words your professor was saying. 

Your notes reflected it; they were a mess. 

You hadn't even managed to make a coherent sentence; most of them stopped mid-sentence because you couldn't keep up. 

Minghao looked at your notes, trying to find some word he probably hadn't been able to understand, but he frowned as he looked at your notes. 

This was unusual. 

Usually you even wrote whenever the teacher took a break or took a breath, so why were you a mess today? 

"I read this before," you excused yourself, "it's all in the book."

 Which you weren't too sure would do any good since you hadn't even touched that book in the last week, but Minghao seemed to agree with that answer as he quickly rushed to write down what the professor was saying.

Suddenly he stopped speaking, his eyes traveling to the faces of the students in front of him. 

You settled into your seat, sitting up straight and adjusting your posture. 

You could make out a cough forming in the back of your throat, so you quickly cleared your throat softly, disguising the tickle that threatened to trigger a coughing fit at any moment. 

Minghao looked at you with a worried expression. "Are you okay?" he asked. 

You quickly smiled at him, shaking your head. "I'm perfectly fine," you reassured him, your voice sounding louder than it really felt. "I'm still very sleepy." 

Minghao nodded, looking at your face for a couple of seconds before dropping the subject and turning his attention to the class. 

You reached for your water bottle, hoping that the cold liquid would help quell the feeling that you were about to start coughing. 

Taking a deep breath, you scolded yourself. 

It was just a cold; for God's sake, it wasn't the end of the world, and it was stupid how much it was affecting you. 

You stirred in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position to ease the persistent muscle pain.

As you attempted (and failed miserably) to keep your mind in the present, your brain was constantly repeating the same thing over and over again.

"He warned me about this; why was I so stupid? I should have listened." 

"Next time, I'll not be this stubborn..." 

"Just a little longer, I can make it through the day; just one more hour...  

The painkillers you took on your way to your class were not helping at all; it felt as if you hadn't taken them at all.  A sudden wave of dizziness washed over you; everything was moving.  You stopped writing for a second, until it got better.  Minghao turned to look at you, noticing you were not writing anything down. You send him a smile in return, forcing yourself to focus on the teacher's words and desperately trying to appear engaged.

The class finished with their teacher reminding them to read the next two chapters of their book for the next class.

"Shall we go home?" You asked, already rushing to the exit.

"Oh, Jeonghan asked to study together at the library this morning, and I told him we would be joining them, but if you don't want to-" 

"Oh, no, yeah! Yeah! Let's go!" You forced a cheerful smile, hoping your eyes didn't give away how dead you were actually feeling.

"You sure? They will understand if you want to go home." Minghao asked you once again just to make sure.  In response, you nodded, already heading to the library.  "Wait!"  Minghao rushed to grab your wrist and say, "We should eat something; I'm starving, aren't you?"

If anything, you were feeling like you were about to throw up because of how bad you were feeling.  but you nodded nonetheless. 

 

 

"You have barely touched your food." Minghao commented with a frown.  Today was slightly better than the day before; the sun was kindly warming everybody under its rays.  The group had agreed to move from the library to the concrete seats and tables outside so they could all have a small lunch and talk for a little bit before starting to study.

"I'm still kind of full from breakfast." You replied, your fork moving the noodles from side to side.

"Breakfast happened almost five hours ago; you can't possibly be full for that long." Minghao replied, at the same time that Jeonghan moved closer to you, his hand coming into contact with your forehead.

"You're hot."

"Thank you, I know." You replied, biting your lip seductively at him and pushing his hand away from your forehead with a smack.

Jeonghan's hand came back to your face, this time holding your chin and moving your face from left to right. "Your cheeks are red as well; I think you might have caught that virus that's going on around campus."

"What virus?" Mingyu asked. Your tallest friend was finishing his own lunch, liking his fingers, and eyeing the food you had in front of you.

"The one everybody is talking about, Seungcheol got it last week." Jeonghan replied. "He has been throwing up once every hour."  Minghao frowned, checking your forehead himself.

"I'm fine, just not hungry." You replied, pushing your food in Mingyu's direction.

"Nah-ah," he shook his head, "if you're sick, I don't want to have it." 

You tipped your tongue. "Such an ungrateful brat."

"I've got finals next week; I can't be throwing up!" He defended himself. "Trust me, if you weren't sick, I would eat it."

"You should probably go back home and sleep." Minghao suggested.

"I told you I'm fine!" You snapped, closing your eyes for a second to control your emotions. "I'm totally fine; I just want to study and get over it. Please"

Mingyu sighed, "Fine, but you're buying us coffee. If we're putting up with this attitude, this is the last thing you can do for us."

You bite your tongue, shutting down the need to tell Mingyu to go and fuck himself.  "Fine."

 

 

 

"Race 'til the bus stop! Let's see who gets there first!" Mingyu shouted, taking advantage of his long legs.

 It wasn't fair; in two strides, he had outpaced the others.

 Jeonghan started running as fast as he could, as did Minghao.

 You took a deep breath; your body was screaming for you not to.

 It was already under too much stress from whatever it was battling at the time (a virus or a cold, or at worst, both) for you to demand that it use what little energy you had left in a race.

 But you knew that if you didn't run, others would again insist that something wasn't right.

"I won!"  Mingyu sang happily; he was the only one standing up; Jeonghan was laying down on the ground, trying to catch his breath; and Minghao was sitting with his legs wide open, both breathing quickly.

"No shit Sherlock." You commented sarcastically, sitting next to Jeonghan. "At least give us a chance."

"I would usually do it, but today you weren't even trying." Mingyu frowned.  You rolled your eyes. Running has only made you breathe with your mouth, and the cold air that was entering your body only caused more harm.

"What do you mean?"

"You're sick." Minghao said calmly, "Just as I told you." He reminded you, looking straight into your eyes.

"I don't know what you're saying." You denied.  Minghao shook his head. Taking his own scar from his neck and softly wrapping your own neck with its warmth.

"Stop it; you sweated it!" You faked disgust.

"Stop acting like a five-year-old." He said it coldly.

You froze in your spot, stopping to try to take the scarf off your neck.

You could feel Jeonghan and Mingyu's eyes on your discussion. You felt your cheeks and eyes turning from pink to red in embarrassment.

"I don't."

"Yeah, you do," Minghao replied calmly. "I told you to wear a jacket, and you didn't."

"Stop acting like my dad." You complained, standing up as the bus started coming near the bus stop.

You went first, trying to get as far away from Minghao as possible, hoping that both Jeonghan and Mingyu would understand it and save your ass from Minghao's nagging that was just waiting for you.

 But of course, they were completely assholes and chose to sit together two rows behind both of you.

Minghao paid for his ticket, walking towards you.You avoided looking at him for the first five minutes, knowing he was looking at you—or the window, since both were in the same direction—in the reflection of the window.

"I'm sorry for reacting that way." Minghao whispered near your ear, not wanting the people next to them to listen to their conversation. "I didn't want to upset you."

You looked at his reflection for a couple of seconds before choosing the words you were going to use.

"I know," you started, turning to face him, "and I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier."

"If you were feeling that bad, you could just tell me; I would have given you my notes after class."

Minghao looked sad.

and seeing your friend sad made you feel sad.

"I'm sorry, it's just that the whole "I told you" thing is so annoying."

"But I did, in fact, tell you so."

 "I know!" You exasperated. "I know you did! You always do, and it's insufferable. For me, it is. I feel like I can't make any mistakes because, at first sight of them, you're the first one to point them out." You left it all out.

 "I don't." Minghao said, looking confused. "I didn't say that to make fun of your mistakes or anything like that. Never. I just want to point out that I did tell you because most of the time you just shut people down as soon as they say something you don't like, but sometimes you need to hear that."

 "You're stubborn, extremely stubborn." He continued. "And that stubbornness will get you hurt or sick sometime." Just like right now."

 Your emotions were all over the place, and now, at the slightly rice voice from Minghao, you were ready to boil your eyes out. 

Minghao saw your watery eyes, stopped talking, and painted his face with worry. 

"Don't cry, oh my god, I'm sorry, please don't cry."

Minghao wrapped his arm around your shoulders, awkwardly bringing you closer to his body, trying to comfort you by hugging you.

 "I'm sorry.  "I'm such a dick; you're already sick; please don't cry."

 You wanted to tell him that it was okay, that you were in fact mostly crying because of how horrible you felt and how exhausted, both mentally and physically, you felt, but instead, you rested your head on his shoulder, letting the tears run freely on your face and wetting Minghao's hoodie.

The warmth that Minghao's body emitted was comforting; it was like having your own personal sun. 

The sweet smell from his shampoo invaded your nose, making you feel safe in the familiarity of the smell.

 It was nice to let all the tears out. It was like finally acknowledging how awful you had been feeling since you woke up. 

It sucked. 

Minghao brushed your hair, cleaning your cheeks from the old tears. 

"We're almost home." He whispered, noticing that you were way calmer now that you had let everything out. 

You nodded, closing your eyes and focusing on Minghao's delicate touch on your hair, trying to come back to reality. 

The bus stopped, and you both went down, walking towards your shared dorm.

"I'll prepare you a bath." Minghao said, letting you take your time taking your shoes off.

 "It's okay; you don't have to."

 "I want to; it's my "I'm sorry for being a shitty friend" way to apologize."

 "But you're not a bad friend." You corrected him.

 Minghao smiled, disappearing into the bathroom.

 You went to your bedroom, looking for your favorite pajamas. The only thing you wanted to do was take a bath and sleep for the rest of the day.

 Minghao called you, letting you know everything was ready, leaving the bathroom all to yourself to enjoy the rose bomb bath he had.

 The water was warm, and it smelled so good.

 It felt so good in your sick body. 

Your muscles are finally relaxing.

 You stayed there until the water started to get cold, and as you started to get dressed, the smell of chicken soup hit you. 

Minghao was waiting with the table seated.

 "This is my mom's famous chicken soup," he told you, filling your glass with more water. "She always made me drink it whenever I was sick, so enjoy it; it's delicious."

 "Wow, he's so humble; he compliments his own food." You joked but tried it anyway, your empty stomach welcoming the food with eagerness.

 "So?   How's it?"   Minghao asked, looking attentive to your every move.

 "Delicioso!"   You answer in a terrible accent.

 "Is that Spanish?" Minghao asked, confused. 

"It's really, really good!" "It brings the Spanish out in me!"

Minghao laughed, saying, "There's more if you want; you should really eat well; you barely ate today."

You nodded.

He was right.

"Stay tomorrow; I'll take care of taking good notes so you can study later, okay?"

"But I'll feel better tomorrow."

Minghao rolled his eyes. "You'll go to class and spend two hours attempting to take notes while your mind is everywhere but the class; let your body and mind relax for tomorrow. It's just one day; it won't hurt."

You were about to start an argument, but you remembered the words Minghao told you earlier.

"Okay."   You replied instead, "But make sure everything's in Korean, please, or at least let me know in advance if there's anything in Chinese. I can barely deal with a second language while sick; I don't think I'll be able to deal with one I don't speak at all."

"Sure thing, let's watch a movie." Minghao proposed, deciding that it would be best to watch it in your bedroom, just in case you fell asleep.

"What do you want to watch?" You asked him while getting comfortable under the blankets.

"Whatever you want." Minghao replied, logging into his Netflix account from his laptop. "I'm fine with whatever." 

"Mean girls?" you asked.

Minghao nodded, watching the movie.

You knew Minghao wasn't a big fan of that movie, but you appreciated the fact that he was watching it with you. 

"I want to cuddle," you confessed; this was something your mom always did when you were a kid, and we're feeling particularly sick.

Minghao didn't say anything; he moved behind you, doing as you asked.

"Thanks."    You mumbled.

"Don't fall asleep; we haven't even gotten to the pink Wednesday part yet." Minghao joked.

 "Tomorrow is Wednesday; we should also wear pink." You said your mind was half awake, half asleep.

 "The only oink thing you're going to wear tomorrow is going to be your pajamas, but sure, let's do it." Minghao agreed.

 You smiled.

 Your eyes were burning from exhaustion.

 And without thinking twice, you let your kind shut down, allowing your body the rest it wished for the whole day, feeling safe in Minghao's arms. 

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[because-of-a-friend]

Seventeen Reaction: Your Birthday

MASTERLIST

Thanks for the request anon! I hope you don’t mind, since you wanted either, I just turned it into a reaction so that way both could be included (I also feel like I’m best at this writing format lol).

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Warnings: None I think, let me know if I missed anything!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

Seungcheol is the perfect boyfriend to celebrate a birthday with. He is attentive and listens so anything you mention throughout the year that you might want or  an activity you want to do- he’s going to remember. He loves to spoil you, so expect gifts throughout the day. He probably wants to spend a lot of time one on one and show you how happy he is that you’re in his life, but he also realizes you want to see your friends and family. He’ll probably plan two events. There will be a really big party for everyone in your life. He stresses over making it perfect lol. He wants you to have a good time with the people you love without any other worries. After that, he’ll want a nice dinner with just the two of you. You get to pick any restaurant you want, he’ll make it happen. Any birthday with Cheol feels like a perfect rom-com romance scene. 

YOON JEONGHAN

I don’t know why but something makes me absolutely positive that this man gives you as many flowers as possible on your birthday. You wake up in the morning to flowers, you come downstairs to flowers, you get into your car to flowers, you come home to more flowers, every time he sees you- a flower. “Hannie, what on earth are we supposed to do with all of these?” you ask, feeling as though your house is nearly overflowing with flowers. He’ll probably do something really cute like press some flowers from each bouquet and put them around a picture of the two of you as a gift for your next birthday:(. Each birthday with Jeonghan is just tons of flowers. He’ll do other things as well: he tries to make you a cake every year (he’s getting really good at it), he’s also into getting you nice jewelry, he’ll take you to do whatever you want to do that day. He doesn’t like planning lots in advance because he prefers to do what you’re in the mood for that day. But he’ll make it fun no matter what.

JOSHUA HONG

Joshua simply does not trust his intuition enough to plan anything for your birthday on his own. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll take care of it all. But before he does, he will ask you directly what you want and what you want to do so he can give it all to you exactly how you want it. He’ll try to get you at least one gift or plan one activity that you’re not expecting so that you’ll have a little bit of a surprise, but he feels a lot better knowing that most of it is what you definitely want. Usually he likes to include a handwritten letter telling his favorite memories with you in the past year and how much you mean to him. That way with a few extras, you’ll have not only the birthday you wanted, but also some gifts from his heart to show how much he cares. He just wants you to have a good birthday.

WEN JUNHUI

As always, Jun is a bit of a wild card. He’s also unsure he knows what to plan for you. But instead of asking you, he just tries different things every year. From giant parties to quiet dinners, Jun has done it all for you. It’s always exciting to see what adventures your birthday will hold this year. Since he’s done so much for your birthday, he always tries to find somewhere new. Trips, museums, festivals. One year, he even took you around town to every place you could get something for free when it’s your birthday. He’s not too big on gifts, most of his effort goes into the experiences he tries to create for you. So usually, you get one really nice, thought-out gift from him along with a day of fun.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Hoshi loves birthdays. Like absolutely loves them. He gets more excited about your birthday than you lol. Hoshi is like a little kid on Christmas on your birthday. He’ll wake you up at the crack of dawn and already be yelling about how it’s your birthday. There’s no way you’re not partying. Hoshi wants you to have the most fun with all the people who care about you. So whether you go out on the town or throw a party at home, Hoshi is going to make sure you’re being celebrated. He’s BIG on gifts. Gag gifts, serious gifts, humorous gifts, sentimental gifts. He’ll do it all. You love it but usually by the end of the night, you’re wondering how on earth you’re going to out-do him for his birthday lol.

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo also doesn’t like to plan for you in case he messes up. But he truly tries his best. His go to is a nice dinner. Wonwoo knows how stressful life can be so he tries to make sure it’s a day of rest for you. He’ll make breakfast for when you wake up. He books you a spa appointment with all the extras that you could want added. One year you actually convinced him to go with you. He’ll never forgive you for the hundreds of pictures you took of him with a towel wrapped around his hair and cucumbers over his eyes. Anything that soothes you, he will make happen that day. He’ll make you your favorite warm drink, make sure any work calls are blocked, and just let you do whatever relaxes you. Then he ends it all with a very nice dinner with a nice bouquet of flowers and a sweet gift. 

LEE JIHOON

This nerd probably writes you a song for your birthday. It’s not his fault he’s so cheesy, that’s just one of the only ways he feels comfortable expressing his true feelings. Also because it’s him, the song is actually very beautiful and well made, not a cheesy cheap song. He literally doesn’t know how to plan a birthday. He usually depends on your friends to help. They say what they need and he makes sure it happens. He’ll add his own little touches to the party to make it a little bit his and just to know he did something for you. He’ll also stress over what to get you. This stuff really does not come easily to him. Not because he doesn’t care or because he doesn’t know you. But because no idea seems good enough. So he may need a little help with gifts and parties, but it always turns out perfect.

LEE SEOKMIN

Seokmin is also super into birthdays. He loves getting to celebrate you on your day. He’s not into super big parties. He’ll probably plan a small gathering with your closest friends and family. He might even plan a day trip to the beach or somewhere for all of you. He’s the type that calls each person personally and tells them how much it would mean to both him and you if they could come celebrate your birthday :(. It results in a slew of comments from everyone in your life implying that you need to marry him. He just wants you to have fun with all the people you love on your birthday. He’s also the type to just get you one or two really nice gifts that he put a lot of thought into.

KIM MINGYU

If you have a party that includes friends and family, Mingyu will make sure it’s planned for a different day. He’s a little selfish, he wants you all to himself on your actual birthday. He wants to spend every moment all over you. He’s also a big fan of lazy days on your birthday. You’ll spend most of the morning cuddling. If you want to go out, he’ll still be nearly on top of you the whole time. He’s holding your hand, hugging you from behind, sitting next to you instead of across from you in restaurants. He also doesn’t do much planning, he lets you lead the day. He’ll take you anywhere you feel like going and pay for absolutely everything. Do not even try to pull your wallet out, it’s not happening. If you so much as look at something like you want it, he’s buying it for you. He just wants to spoil you on your special day.

XU MYUNGHO

He’s also a fan of more intimate gatherings for your birthday. If he plans a party it’ll just be close friends and family. He really likes taking you on trips for your birthday. Usually pretty nature spots but if you prefer something else, he’s happy to go there too. They’re very nice trips too, usually a week long, with lots of activities planned, and plenty of time to just rest. Like Mingyu, if he sees you out shopping during the trip, he’ll buy you anything you want. He’s also your personal photographer so you have plenty of nice photos to show off once you get back. When it comes to gift he cares more about sentimental type gifts. He wants something that shows he cares or something he put a lot of effort into making himself (your apartment is filled with very nice art painted by him). He just wants to show you he cares.

BOO SEUNGKWAN 

Also not much of a planner. He’ll let you lead the way for your birthday but he’ll hype up whatever you want to do. He also does a lot of research to make sure you get the best out of any experience you want. He does anything he can to make sure the day runs smoothly. He’s much bigger on gifts. He will shower you in gifts. He spends the whole year buying the things he knows you want just to give it all to you for your birthday. He is very intuitive when it comes to gift giving, you’re never disappointed by a gift from Seungkwan.

VERNON CHWE

Also prefers for your birthday to be just you and him. And also a big fan of trips on your birthday. He also likes taking you to very unique experiences. Maybe there’s an art exhibit temporarily in town, or a festival, or a show. If he does a trip it’ll be one that he saved up for for a very long time and be a once in a lifetime experience. Your birthday is special so he wants it to be full of things you don’t usually get to do. If you do throw a party he’ll pick very interesting venue locations so that it’s still something special. His gifts will also be more of the sentimental type. And often he gets you tickets to more fun things to do. He believes spending time with you while doing his best to make you happy is the best gift he has to offer.

LEE CHAN

Strangely good at planning birthdays. He’s the oldest in his family so he can be very responsible. He always knows exactly what you want and makes sure that it happens. You want a big party with all your family and friends? He’s planning for weeks to make sure it’s perfect. You want a nice dinner with you and him? He’s made reservations at the nicest place in town. You want to go on a trip? Name the place and he’ll book the tickets. You just want to hang out around town and do whatever comes up? He’s packing a backpack to make sure you guys are prepared to stay out all day. When it comes to gifts, however, you need to tell him exactly what you want. He’ll get it, but he needs guidance lol.

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[strawberryya]

heat wave

Minghao x reader

request: Hii! Could I request a Minghao fic? Fluff and comfort where the reader gets sick in the middle of the summer 💀(pretty specific but istg having fever when it’s so hot outside it’s killing me)

word count: 1.9k

genre/contains: fluff, comfort, sick reader, reader in pain, established relationship, physical touch as comfort happens but also comfort in other ways, mentions of medicine and food

a/n: I hope you are feeling a bit better at this point anon, but if you're not I hope this helps :)

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Minghao was about ready to leave the house when he realized that you were still in bed. You would most likely oversleep if he didn't wake you up now since he knew how bad you were at setting alarms. They bugged you, and usually, you and Minghao had the opportunity to wake up together.

Today, however, Minghao had an earlier than usual schedule and would leave before you had to. You should've woken up by now though, and he thought it would be best to wake you up himself instead of leaving it up to chance.

Sitting down by the side of the bed he began stroking his hand down the side of your arm under the covers.

"Good morning sweetheart, I have to leave now so I thought I would wake you up so you don't oversleep," he said with a melodious voice.

You, however, were not feeling the "good" in this morning. “No, it’s tooo warm” you groaned out, wanting to both throw your covers away and snuggle deeper into them. It was all wrong, so you just stayed, shuffling around a bit.

“I know, the heat wave is insane this summer. I’m barely holding it together, mayyybe you should try getting out of bed and away from those even warmer covers?” He responded with a deep and exaggerated sigh, playfully trying to get you to wake up just to glare at him for his slightly judgmental comment about you still being in bed.

However, you didn’t respond to his teasing. There were tiny beads of sweat forming on your forehead, as the heat from outside of your body, and the one fighting its way out of your body had begun terrorizing you with its combined warmth.

Your lips, ashy and dry, combined with the sweat glistening on your skin made Minghao think that perhaps you weren't feeling too good. Of course, Minghao's suspicions proved to be correct.

“Oh gosh! You’re burning up!?” Minghao nearly shouted out, as he touched your forehead with the back of his hand.

You only whimpered back, leaning into his touch, needing something other than the insufferable feeling of warmth flooding your body. He wasn't nearly as warm as you, and his touch brought with it the slightest relief for your mind, which was almost delirious from the fever.

“How are you feeling sweetie?” He asked, concern lacing his every word, while he continued to pat your head and wipe the tiny beads of sweat forming at the edge of your hairline away from your face.

You replied with a short “Not good,” while trying to open your eyes to look back at your boyfriend who was holding the back of his neck with the one hand that wasn't resting on you, as he thought about what to do now.

“I’m staying home with you today, okay.” He declared after a while. Adding “Let me just call in sick, I’ll call in for you too,” and pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“I will be fine, I don’t think I’m that sick, I’ll just sleep it off, don’t cancel your things for me.” You tried to assure him. But as you were saying this, the words became increasingly hard to pronounce and your voice was becoming fainter and fainter the longer you tried to make use of it. The sore throat you were discovering that you had was an issue when trying to debate what he should and shouldn’t do for you.

After clearing your throat, you added "I can take care of myself, it's fine..." Nevertheless, Minghao saw through your charades.

“Yeah, I know you can take care of yourself. But,” he paused, letting his hand rest on your head as he stared into your drowsy eyes, “please, let me do it.”

His voice was so understanding yet so stern, he wanted you to agree, but he had also decided to cancel his schedule for the day and be there for you. No matter what you said you could handle, anyone could see how much you ached from the heat of the fever combined with the already insufferable heat wave.

He also knew how you felt about receiving help, not even your own boyfriend was an exemption from your need to do everything yourself, no matter how much it weighed on you.

That’s just why he needed to be there anyways, you wouldn't ask for it, and you wouldn’t be keen on accepting his assistance or care if it was an option. So simply telling you that he already decided to stay, to simply inform you about what he wanted to do for you, was one hell of a lot easier than trying to convince you of anything.

He quickly changed into sweats again, called into both of your workplaces, and came back to your side with an ice-cold glass of water, some aspirin, and a damp towel. You looked exhausted, he ached himself from just seeing you like this.

"Hey, sweetie, i need you to wake up a little," he began to rouse you awake and back into the world of the living.

"Just sit up a bit," he continued, trying his best to help you into a half upright position, leaning against the headboard behind you. Your eyes fought you for control as they tried to close themselves against your will. Minghao brushed his hand against your chin, "here, drink this," he held up the glass to your lips and you drank, happy for the soothing feeling it brought to your dry mouth. "Now, swallow this," he popped the pill onto your tongue and you swallowed it along with another sip of water.

"Good job, you did so good," Minghao praised as you laid back down, He smiled down at you, and placed the damp towel on your forehead. The sigh of relief you let out, made his heart melt.

"And you wanted to be left alone like this?" he whispered out into the air, clicking his tongue in disapproval, not expecting you to even hear him. Altough, you did hear him and you felt a sense of thankfulness to him, for not listening to your stubborn self trying to handle everything yourself, and instead being there, for always being there.

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You were sound asleep now, it had been a couple hours of delirious sleep, mixed with waking up and stumbling to the bathroom, or waking up to let Minghao give you more water, or pills, or change the cooling towel propped up on your head. He was positioned next to you in bed, sitting up against the headboard and reading to pass the time without disturbing you.

A sudden grip on his arm disrupted his peaceful reading when you clammed onto Minghao's arm in your sleep. You were so warm to the touch, and he looked at you, sweaty and still off in dreamland. Whines erupted from your throat, "Don't go, don't, Hao, help me, the fire is so hot, please, don't leave me alone," you rambled.

He could almost feel your pain, seeing the pain in your face. At the same time, Minghao felt a tinge of pride as you called out for him when you needed someone. Even if you were barely conscious as you said it, the simple fact that you had actually let go of your stubborn attitude towards receiving help, and called for him in your moment of weakness.

“I’m here, I’m right here,” he comforted in a low, soothing voice, “just sleep, I won’t go anywhere,” he continued as you slowly loosened your grip on his arm. Minghao watched you as you went back to sleep, thrashing around in the bed to somehow find something cool in your surroundings.

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The entire day had passed by the time you regained enough consciousness to be able to sit up yourself. The pills had worked magic, and you felt so much better now. Even the scorching heat of the day was beginning to calm down as the sun was setting.

Minghao had stayed by your side the entire day and was now running his fingers up and down your still warm arm, while he continued to read the book that he was nearing the end of by now.

"Hey Hao, I think I could eat something now," you said and looked up at him, breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

He looked back at you, placing the book on his chest. "Oh! Do you want anything in specific?" he eagerly questioned.

"No, not really, my stomach just feels so empty right now and I'm finally ready to eat something I think."

"Okay, I can work with that," he said as he chuckled in relief as you seemed a lot more upbeat now. "What do you think about cold noodles?"

"I can feel my mouth watering already," you said and looked at him with a dreamy expression that made him laugh.

"Well then, I'll go and make that happen, you just relax a bit, drink some more water while you're at it," he suggested while making his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

When he came back with a tray of two bowls of delicious-looking noodles you had already gotten up to sit properly and moved the covers away so that he could place the food down without having to adjust them to lay flat enough with the food in his hands. You had also turned on the laptop and placed it in front of you on the bed, a movie ready to play as you ate.

"What are we watching?" Minghao asked and motioned to the still dark screen.

"Frozen, to combat the heat you know," you responded absent-mindedly, occupied with setting up your food and trying not to spill any of it.

"Ah, a perfect choice, as expected," he snickered and scootched onto the bed with his own bowl steady in his hands. Before turning on the movie, you mumbled out a "Thank you, by the way."

Minghao just looked at you, tilting his head in question before guessing "The food? Oh no problem," and smiling lightheartedly back at you.

"No, i mean I-... I'm not sure I would've been so fine on my own if I'm being honest. So... thank you for being here for me today."

He felt his heart flip, his face lighting up at the thankful words.

"Actually, thank you for always being there, even when I'm being so reluctant," you stated, with a clear and purposeful voice. But saying these things had made you a bit embarrassed and you decided to move on quickly.

Instead, you shoved an entire mouthful of noodles past your lips. But you froze when you heard Minghao giggle next to you, and then you managed to almost choke on the food in your mouth when he gave you a kiss on your stuffed cheek while responding with an extremely casual "Anytime, baby."

He couldn't help but snicker at the way you had been so surprised by his casual responses to your vulnerability. You scowled at him, but he just smiled at you and pressed play on the movie, letting his hand fall down onto your knee, rubbing small circles on it while you continued to eat and watch the movie for the remainder of the evening.

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[sweetiesicheng]

the8 - unannounced visitor

word count : 510

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you unlocked the door to your apartment but immediately sensed something wrong when you realized that the lights were on in your kitchen and living room.

"did i just forget?" you mumbled to yourself as you walked in. you started thinking about this morning and remembered that you did turn the lights off when you left your apartment. you closed and locked the door behind you. "hello? is anyone here?" you called out.

you started opening all the doors that you passed by to make sure that no one was in your apartment. you also turned on the lights and checked areas that someone could hide in.

you took your phone out and started calling your boyfriend while heading back into the living room after checking your bathroom and bedroom. however, you started to hear the sound of a phone ringing, and it sounded like it was coming from your balcony.

you walked over and pulled the curtains to find your boyfriend standing in the balcony with his phone up to his ear. he was leaning his back against the railing and looking straight at you while giggling.

"YAH!" you screamed and threw your phone onto the couch before sliding the balcony door open. "what are you doing?!" you yelled at him while the8 hysterically laughed. "i thought someone broke in! don't do this to me!"

the8 put his phone in his pocket while you punched his arm.

"that was too funny," he said to you. "i need to do that again," he thought out loud. you kept hitting him, "hey, stop it. you're hurting me."

you rolled your eyes, "you deserve it. i know i gave you a key, but you really scared the shit out of me," you complained to him. "god, i can't believe you," you said and walked to your couch to grab your phone. "how long have you been here?" you asked him, turning your phone screen off.

"not that long. practice ended early, so i figured i would come over and eat dinner with you," he said and walked into your apartment. he closed the sliding door behind you and locked the door. "open the fridge," he instructed.

"huh?" you went to the kitchen and opened your fridge. besides what you already had, there was a plastic bag sitting on one of the shelves. "you brought food over?" you asked him.

"yea, picked it up on my way over," the8 replied. "go shower. i'll heat everything up for us," he said to you.

you smiled and took the bag out of the fridge. the8 had walked into the kitchen and stood grabbed the bag from you before putting it on one of the counters in your kitchen.

"thank you, minghao," you said to him and kissed his cheek.

"no problem," he replied with a smile. "i'll try not to surprise you again, okay?" he said to you.

"well, i guess it's okay if it's you..."

"oh, so i can scare you again?"

"wanna try and find out? i'll be happy to kick you out."

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[jae-bummer]

A Kiss for Everyone

Request: Can I have 18 and 5..? With Svt Minghao? And the members invites themselves to the date..? And it’s cute and funny? If you do it! Thank you sm I love you😭🫶

Prompts:

5) "I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

18) Going for a day out with your bias when somehow all of the other group members invite themselves.

Pairing: Seventeen The8 x reader

Genre: Fluff

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Tucking the rolled yoga mat under your arm, you readjusted your stance, and stared out the window of the studio. Butterflies nosedived in your abdomen, making it nearly impossible to stand still. You took a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to remember the small tricks Hao had given you to calm yourself down. It was awfully ironic that you were using them now, when he was the reason that you needed to find peace.

It wasn't that you were panicked at the thought of your first date, just anxious about all of the ways it could go wrong. Hao was thoroughly invested in both meditation and fitness, so suggesting a yoga class seemed like the perfect way to marry two of his interests. You weren't sure if he had ever been before, but you assumed it would be something he was good at.

You on the other hand? Maybe not so much.

"I knew I should have paid extra for the baby goats," you muttered, running a hand through your hair. At least if you had done goat yoga, you could play off any mistakes as excitement for being around so many small and furry things.

You checked the time on your phone again before worrying your lip. Only a few minutes until class started and you still hadn't seen Minghao coming from either end of the street. Just as you were about to shoot him a text, you saw his thin frame bobbing down the sidewalk.

Putting on your best smile, you moved toward the door and opened it as he strolled in. Grinning at you in return, he pulled you into a quick hug before letting go. "Sorry I was late, the guys-"

"It's okay," you nodded, immediately wanting to absolve him of any worry. He looked great today (but then again, when did he not?) Dressed in a simple tank top and sweatpants, it was difficult to even maintain focus. He was just that beautiful.

"Jeonghan slept in," he chuckled. "And it started this whole chain reaction of things going wrong. Everyone should be right behind me though."

"Everyone?" you croaked, furrowing your brows. Surely, he didn't mean...

The small bell above the entryway chimed as familiar voices began to flood the small space. You blinked up at Minghao, trying to tamper down the shock flooding your system. "I-I didn't reserve their spots."

"What?" Hao asked, now his turn to grow confused as his friends began to filter in. Their small talk was equivalent to a roar as you felt your body growing hot with embarrassment.

Coming to a stop beside you, Mingyu draped a long arm around your neck. "Heeey."

DK shuffled over as well, trying to assess the looks on both you and Hao's faces. "Y/N?"

"I...I thought today was going to be just us," you admitted, feeling foolish. You couldn't even chance a glance toward the two other men who had inserted themselves in your conversation. It was mortifying.

Minghao's eyes grew wide as he looked from you and then back to all the members.

DK let out a nervous laugh as he patted Hao across the back. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

"We can leave," Mingyu blurted, unwinding himself from your body.

"No, no," you said quickly, shaking your head. Plastering on what positivity you could, you began to nod instead. "Let me double check and make sure there's enough spots for everyone."

Wandering over to the counter you had checked in at, you could feel your face grow flush before you even started speaking. "Sorry, um...the class that's about to start? You wouldn't happen to have twelve additional spots, would you?"

The girl behind the counter blanched before taking a moment to respond. "I could look?"

"Thank you," you said quietly, glancing over your shoulder. You couldn't help but feel awkward as you watched several of the members surround Minghao, shoving him in the shoulders as the pointed vehemently toward you. Just great, now they all knew you had expected this to be a date.

"Actually," the studio receptionist hummed, getting your attention again. "It looks like we have another class starting in a few minutes that has room for you all. Do you want me to switch you over to that one?"

"Sure, that would be great," you sighed in relief. Placing your elbows on the counter, you dropped your face into your hands and tried to focus on your breathing again.

"Okay," the girl continued. "That's going to be ₩621,981.50."

Lifting your face, you tried not to cringe. While that wasn't the largest amount of money you had ever spent, it was still more than you had expected to pay today.

"I got it," Hao said quietly as his body joined yours at the counter. Looking up, you found him avoiding eye contact and gnawing at the skin on the side of his thumb.

"No, really," you tried, trying to salvage any chance at normality. "I invited you guys out here, let me pay."

"No, Y/N," he asserted. "You invited me. Then I was the one who went and fumbled the situation. Badly."

Sliding his card across the counter, he moved to face you. Leaning against the edge of the tabletop, he looked at you directly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you grimaced. It was hard to meet his eyes. "I should have told you I expected it...that I wanted it to be..."

"A date?" he finished, lifting a brow.

"A date," you repeated numbly. How horrifying was it that you had to admit it out loud?

After a moment of silence, Hao cleared his throat. "It can still be a date."

"You don't have to humor me," you groaned, still avoiding eye contact.

"Y/N," he murmured. "Please look at me."

Moodily acquiescing, your eyes found his.

"If I had realized this was meant to be something special for just the two of us," he said slowly. "You know I would have been more than okay with that, right?"

"I just thought..."

"Looking back, you did everything right," he said, nodding encouragingly. "I was the one who obviously thought there was no universe in which you would actually want to go on a date with me."

"What?"

"I'm weird, Y/N," he chuckled. "Good looking, but weird."

"Hao," you choked out on a laugh. "At least you're self-aware?"

Breaking into a wide smile, he reached up to rub his hand along your arm. "I'll make this up to you. I promise."

Inhaling deeply, you gave a short nod. It was hard to maintain your cool when he finally set the record straight. He did want to go on a date, he just didn't realize that you had wanted that as well.

Bringing you into his side for a quick hug, his hands lingered on your lower back when you pulled away again. Cutting your eyes toward him, you tried not to spontaneously combust as he licked his lips.

"Sir?" the girl behind the counter asked, waving Hao's card in the air. "You can move to Studio 3 now."

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"Oh my god, it's fucking goats," Vernon called over his shoulder, stumbling into the room first.

Minghao looked toward you, an alarmed expression clear on his face.

"They're babies!" Dino gasped, surging forward to cuddle one of the small goats roaming the room.

"What happens if they poop?" Seungkwan muttered, side eying the members closest to him. "Specifically, on us?"

"A little goat poop never hurt anyone," Seungcheol chuckled, somehow already holding a goat and allowing it to lick his chin.

"Did you originally book us for this?" Minghao whispered, his breath hot on your ear.

Trying to ignore the shiver caused by his proximity, you shrugged. "Nope, I didn't spring for goat yoga...but apparently you did."

"Perfect," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I did not foresee any of the events today coming to fruition."

Sliding his fingers between yours, he gave them a small squeeze. Motioning to the room with his free hand, he grimaced. "Thank you for dealing with...all of this."

You looked out at the boys who had joined you today, settling themselves on their chosen yoga mats. Their wide smiles and laughter were enough to turn your mood from disappointment to something significantly warmer. Seeing them this happy made your heart feel like it could burst.

"While both the goats and the guys were a surprise," you nodded. "It's definitely become a welcome one."

"Oh?" Hao smirked. "Sooo I don't have to make it up to you after all?"

"Now I never said that," you giggled.

"Fine," he said, giving a dramatic eye roll. "I guess I was looking forward to making it up to you anyway."

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"This is the best date I've ever been on," DK cried. Laying on his back and covered by baby goats, you thought he would simply explode from happiness.

"More like the best day of my life!" Jun chimed from beside him, a goat chewing lazily on the ends of his hair.

"At least you made them happy," Minghao chuckled, pushing his shoulder into yours. After what was an extremely interesting session, you had both ended up on the same yoga mat, leaning against each other as you watched the interactions around you.

Petting absent-mindedly at the small goat that had settled into your lap, you smiled at him. "And I didn't make you happy?"

"Of course, you did," he smiled. "You're really good at it too." Bending toward you, he pressed a light kiss to your temple.

"Don't kiss our date!" Jeonghan gasped, pointing an accusing finger at Minghao. "If you kiss Y/N, we all kiss Y/N!"

Nodding vehemently, Hoshi sprang to his feet as he began to circle the pair of you. This startled the goat you had been holding, causing him to spring away from you and jump roughly onto Dino's stomach.

"I promise you," Minghao said, wrapping his arms protectively around you. "If your lips even get near Y/N, you will fear my wrath."

"Wrath?" Wonwoo chuckled. "Someone needs more goat yoga."

"No more goat yoga," Woozi said definitively from his spot in the corner. "Next time, can't we just...get a meal? Do as the mentally sound people do?"

"That's asking a lot," Joshua grinned, aggressively petting a goat that had taken up residence on Mingyu's chest.

"No next times," Minghao sighed into the top of your head, still not letting you go. "I have a date to take you on first."

"What do you mean?" you teased, looking up at him through your lashes. "This is a date. And honestly, it's going to be hard to top."

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[berriesandjunnie]

❝ academic infatuation ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis in which a group of students are convinced their art professor has a crush on their languages professor. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / professor!au ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing minghao x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.5k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note i’m sorry but i’m bawling for this man rn so you can suffer with me // i refer to mandarin as ‘chinese’ in this - but for context it is regarding mandarin chinese (:

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The sound of your polished heels echoed as you hurried your steps down the empty corridor, cursing under your breath that your cat had to lay on your pre-picked outfit and make you late as you lint rolled your clothes. You scowled at the thought but you knew you wouldn’t stay mad, she’s just too cute. With your classroom in sight, you slowed your pace and checked your hair in a nearby display case, pursing your lips.

“Your hair looks fine, Ms l/n,” a voice spoke up, making your body jolt from shock as you quickly stopped prepping yourself in the school’s languages trophy case, “don’t you have a class now?”

Your bewildered eyes met those of Xu Minghao, one of the school’s art teachers - alongside Kim Mingyu - as he stood only a few feet away with some sketchbooks in his arms. You quickly wiped the panicked look from your face, smiling at him before you looked like a deer in headlights.

“I-uh, yeah, I’m late,” you sighed, rubbing your temple with your right hand, “I got my outfit out last night for once and Kiki must have decided it looked comfy...”

“I’ll let you get going then,” Minghao smiled, dipping his head towards you, “I have to drop these student sketchbooks off at Mr Kim’s classroom.” You nodded quickly, bidding your farewells to him as you turned on your heels and departed ways. Your heart raced a little. Due to department differences, you never really got to speak to Minghao outside of school staff meetings where the principal - rather stupidly in your opinion - crowded all of the academic staff into some small classroom for briefing. Pushing the handle down, you smiled at your students as you entered your classroom.

“Sorry I’m late guys, Kiki decided to cause problems.” You announced as you settled your laptop on your desk, loading it as you turned to write on the whiteboard while your laptop started up. Your classroom awed at the mention of Kiki, they were all very fond of the cat and would ask for updates or to see photos almost every lesson. 

Thankfully, despite your incident with turning up late, the class went smoothly covering intermediate Chinese conjunctions. The students only bothered you once about Kiki and didn’t whine too much about doing conjunctions. As you began ending class, one student piped up while they packed away their things - her name was Jisoo and she was a pretty smart student amongst the class. She picked up things fairly quickly.

“So... Ms l/n, what did Mr Xu want before class?” She tilted her head, her eyes on you as you paused your movements, slowly looking at your students’ eager eyes. Heat flushed your cheeks but only out of fear that they’d seen you checking your appearance in the display case.

“Hm? He was telling me about the next briefing since I was late this morning,” You uttered a lie confidently, knowing your students weren’t stupid - that’s why they were language students for Heaven’s sake, “how do you guys even know Mr Xu and I were talking?”

Your eyes flickered between each of your students’ faces, waiting expectantly for one of them to speak up and answer your question. You furrowed your brows as Ik-jun spoke up next.

“Nayeon needed the bathroom and figured she could go before you arrived but she saw you and Mr Xu speaking in the corridor and sat back down.” He admitted, slinging his backpack over one of his shoulders as the bell chimed and they all promptly left, laughing and speaking amongst themselves. You stood there for a few moments, looking around blankly at your empty classroom. You really didn’t seem to be able to do anything without them knowing everything. 

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Days to almost weeks passed by as South Korea entered winter, the temperature beginning to change drastically daily as you started wrapping up warmer. Your students were beginning to push the topic of Minghao in almost every class they had with you and had even started to bother the other professor in the languages department who taught them, Joshua Hong about the two of you. You discovered this as the two of you walked, hot mugs of coffee in your hands to deal with winter’s wraith.

“What’s the deal with you two? Before they end up slaughtering me for answers I don’t have.” Joshua joked, taking a drink from his mug and exhaling after. You both had free periods at that moment, you wouldn’t see the students until the afternoon and Joshua would see them shortly, in approximately an hour. 

“There’s literally nothing going on,” you groaned in response, opening the door to your classroom where the two of you decided to sit while it was silent, “they have wild imaginations. This all started cause he caught me checking my appearance in a reflection.”

Joshua laughed, placing his mug down before taking a seat and opening his laptop up so he could prep his class for the day while he had the time. You decided to do the same, as if you hadn’t already prepped your lesson last night before you slept - but you decided it was probably best to proof read it. 

“You know they might be onto something-” Joshua started but you were quick to cut him off.

“Don’t you start too!” You whined, throwing your head back from frustration as there was a sudden knock on your classroom door and you turned your head to see Minghao, the last person you’d want to see in this moment. He smiled when you noticed him before looking over at Joshua.

“Thanks for letting me borrow the pack of rulers, I went out to get some last night,” he held up a bunch of rulers in his slim hand, an elastic band wrapped around them, “they’re being really tight with the art department’s budget this year, we can’t even get rulers.”

Minghao wandered to where Joshua sat, placing them next to his laptop and Joshua chuckled.

“It gets worse every year I swear, y/n had to go out the other week for spare pens,” Joshua hummed, slipping the rulers into his shoulder bag before looking back up at Minghao, “you got a free period? You’re more than welcome to join us in here. Think y/n is the only person with heating on right now.”

“I have a class in about thirty minutes but I can chat until then,” Minghao accepted the offer as he sat on the table beside Joshua, flipping a pencil between his fingers that he carried, “the art studios don’t even have heating anymore. I dread the amount of student complaints I’ll get today.”

You scowled mentally at the fact Joshua even offered him to stay when he knew your current situation with him. Yet, the more you thought about it, perhaps Minghao was completely unaware of the students’ wild conspiracies about the two to you. At least, he hadn’t mentioned it to you if he was. Maybe it would be awkward if he chose to, how exactly were you supposed to handle that? You glanced at Minghao, watching him do tricks with the pencil quietly.

“Surely that can’t be good for the students,” you suddenly spoke up in the quiet, making Minghao look up and over at you. Your face flushed and you looked back at your laptop so he couldn’t see the hue your cheeks were turning, “the cold, I mean - wouldn’t it affect the muscles in their hands, the ones they use to do art in the first place?”

Minghao nodded from what you could see out of the corner of your eyes. He let out a soft sigh that sounded stressed.

“Yep. Even the physical ed. professors are trying to tell the office staff that,” he threw his head back momentarily and you took the opportunity to glance at him, seeing the pale of his neck glow in the winter day’s dull light through your windows. Joshua let out a noise and you quickly looked away in time for Minghao to look at his watch, “I better start heading to the studios, see you both.”

You smiled awkwardly, putting a hand up to bid farewell to Minghao as he left the classroom and shut the door behind him to retain the heat. Joshua snickered, leaning forward on the table he was seated at.

“Want to run that by me again?”

-

With Christmas break only days away, your students would whine at any chance they got to do something ‘more fun’ as they would put it. You lined up a bunch of Christmas themed activities for them to do in Chinese, so it stuck with the class but it was somewhat fun for them in spirit of the holidays. You sighed, looking out of your window at the snow falling as your class merrily completed the activities you’d handed out, helping each other and singing to the Christmas music you’d put quietly on in the background to set the vibe.

You glanced down beside your desk, realising something was missing as you groaned mentally, eyes almost rolling back into your head at the thought. You’d left your lunch in your car, fitting considering lunch period was next and it was still snowing heavily outside. You scowled, promising yourself you’d be quick as possible so you wouldn’t be cold too long. Deciding you should look busy, you turned back to your laptop to print off the homework you’d be setting them at the end of class. They’d been quiet about the Minghao situation for about a week now, thankfully for you. You’d never admit it, especially to your students but you were slowly - and unfortunately in your case - seemingly falling into a deep hole for the Chinese art professor. 

On this specific day, despite the fact they weren’t directly talking to you about him like usual, they were still talking amongst themselves about the professor. From what you gathered, he hadn’t turned up today and their class was covered by Mingyu instead. You couldn’t help but frown, had he rang in sick? This weather was catching a lot of the staff out recently. Realising how soon the bell would chime, you quickly did your rounds of passing out the printed off homework, ignoring their whines and pleads to not set any. They filed out of the room quite quickly however when the bell went, leaving you in silence finally.

Wrapping your scarf around your neck, you picked up your pace towards the staff car park for your lunch. You almost debated eating in your car but decided by the time the car would warm up, you’d probably have finished your food anyway. The corridors were loud and filled to the brim with students of all ages and occasionally staff. Your face creased a little at the amount of shoulders and other body parts you kept bumping, making you surprisingly glad to finally be out of the mess and in the cold winter air as you stepped outside. The snow made it slightly hard to see with its heaviness but you had thankfully worked at the school long enough to navigate its grounds with your eyes closed.

Whistling suddenly echoed in the silence and you paused, looking around. The whistling was familiar to you, you’d heard him do it many a time when he was concentrating and sometimes even when he was nervous about exam season or briefing. As you squinted through the snowflakes, you finally saw his figure approaching. You paused, wondering whether you should keep your head down and walk past but your decision making was too slow as he finally stopped in front of you and you admired the white bouquet of flowers in his arms. It was made up of mainly your favourite flowers and suddenly you felt a sickly jealousy.

“Minghao,” you greeted so the two of you didn’t stand in an awkward silence once more and honestly, you wanted the conversation over as you was growing more hungry by the second, “who is the lucky lady?”

You may have joked that last part with a small hint of spitefulness in your voice but you didn’t think he’d pick it up. Minghao looked away, clearing his throat softly.

“You,” he suddenly blurted out and your eyes widened. He must have surprised even himself as he too widened his eyes as he stared at you, “I-uh, yeah - you. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how I feel and it’s never been easy for me to express. I may struggle a little but I struggle sometimes with Korean and you’ve never judged me. I really enjoy sitting with you in the quiet and helping you plan your lessons because you speak to me in my own language and I become so much more comfortable. I only have Junhui from the dance department to cope with my Korean struggles so I’m really thankful for you and the time you give me. I’m-uh-rambling a little... do you want to grab lunch with me?”

Stunned, you stared at him a little and you could no longer tell if the redness of your cheeks was from the bitter cold or the confession you’d just witnessed out of nowhere. Clearing your throat and awkwardly brushing hair behind your ear, you laughed a little, nodding.

“Sure, I’d love to.” You responded in Chinese, making his face light up amongst the dancing snowflakes. He paused, holding out the bouquet of flowers towards you.

“These are for you.”

-

The holidays passed rather quickly, bringing some slightly warmer temperatures - even if it was only by a few degrees, it was at least melting the thick layers of snow that coated the ground. Your class came back with warm, excited smiles for the new semester - and the sight of the green grass coming back outside. The first lesson back and they sat happily chatting, watching as you began to write on the whiteboard today’s objectives and date. Your cardigan sleeve slipped down and the dainty bracelet around your wrist exposed itself.

“Yah, Ms l/n! Who got you that bracelet?” One of your students perked up, all of them staring in confusion - most likely pondering if you’d got a partner without their noses being stuck in your business. You hummed, glancing at the bracelet with a small smile as you kept writing while answering them.

“Mr Xu,” you put the pen lid back on the whiteboard pen, turning to look at their shocked faces, “he got me it for Christmas.”

“Huh - he finally confessed?” Ik-jun yelled excitedly, standing up from his desk with his hands in his hair - which you could only cringe at mentally due to how stiff his hair was with hair gel. Yet at the same time, your face fell. What did they mean ‘finally?’

“What do you- did you guys know this whole time?” You were stunned, staring at them in surprise as you were now the one awaiting answers from your own students. They nodded in sync, smiling as Nayeon spoke up.

“He told us last October in class, we’ve been trying to drop hints to you but you are so naive we didn’t think you would pick it up!” She admitted cheerfully.

Your tongue pushed against your cheek as you looked away out of the window. You’d be having words with Minghao later at lunch. 

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[hyunsuksswife]

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[raynelovesyoongi]

Love me again

Go in first!! No you! || Chapter One

Paring:Xu Minghao x Fem!Reader

Warnings:cussing, I think that’s it

Wordcount:1,814(oopsies)

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You were late—really late. You pushed and shoved through the crowded hallways to get to your class. This was your second time this week being late to this class. You knew the teacher wouldn’t let you off before giving you an earful. You were so not ready to hear your teacher's annoying voice screeching into your ear about being late. "Hey!" you stopped and turned around to see who was calling you; it was Seungkwan. You guys had this class together, so you waited until he awkwardly ran towards you to catch up. The hallways were starting to clear up, and you guys were already late, so you decided to just not care about how late you were. If anything, you guys would skip this class if any of you guys brought it up, but nobody did because even if you guys wanted to bring it up, you couldn’t because you were standing right outside of the class.

"Go in first!!" You said this as you tried pushing Seungkwan towards the door, but he easily outpowered you and looked at you with a playful side eye.

"What the hell?! You go!" Seungkwan began fighting back, pushing you close to the door, but you weren’t giving up anytime soon until he spoke up. "Jesus, you’re so stubborn. Fine. How about we both go in at the same time?"

"No, what the hell? I don’t want to be stared at as I walk in! that's awkward! I want you to go in first so the attention is mostly on you!" Before he could even reply, you guys heard a small giggle and turned around to see where it came from. You guys turned around to find the whole class staring at you, with your teacher staring at you guys with a not-so-pleased face. The teacher had opened the door after hearing your loud battle with Seungkwan, so she was waiting for your bickering to stop and finally notice her waiting for you guys, but during that time the whole class had already seen and heard every damn word that was exchanged.

"Mind explaining yourselves?" Ms. Kang said it in a stern voice. "Y/n. You have been late to this class a lot lately, mind telling the class what you’ve been up to?"

"Miss!! Please let me off the hook this one time! An emergency happened just now in the halls, and I just so happened to run into Seungkwan! I swear it!"

"It's Miss Kang, and you said that last time you were late. Go sit down with both of you and stop being a distraction to my class. Just know I will be telling the school about this." You and Seungkwan looked at each other, then made your way to your seats. Seungkwan sat behind you with Lee Seokmin. While you sat next to some random person named... who are you kidding? You didn’t even know his name, but he was a literal weirdo, so you couldn’t care less. As soon as you sat down, you could already feel Seokmin and Seungkwan snickering and staring at you for sitting next to this asshole.

I'm so kicking their asses after this class. Your thoughts were soon interrupted when the guy you sat next to started whispering to you, "You coming to Jakes party tonight? It starts at 7. I want to see you there and maybe dance a little with you." Yeah, no, I had no idea Jake was throwing a party, but I do not want to go if this freak is going to be there trying to find me. You knew Seungkwan and Seokmin heard the dude speak because, one, he had no idea how to whisper. Two, you could hear those two holding in their laughs, so you turned around to shoot them a glare before facing... What’s his name?

"Uhh, no, I don’t think I’ll be going." You said it with a forced smile and an awkward laugh.

"Awh man! I was really hoping you’d be going. That was the only reason I wanted to go. I guess I just won’t go then since a pretty girl like you won’t be attending." He said it with a chuckle following, and you just giggled awkwardly once again, so it wasn’t so silent. But you could hear the two idiots behind you laughing their asses off; you were surprised Ms.Kang hadn’t moved them yet. As the end of class was approaching, you were starting to pack up your stuff before you heard Ms.Kang call over Seungkwan. Since you usually leave class with him and Seokmin, you just stood there until he told you to go ahead without him. You nodded before heading out with Seokmin and heading to the vending machines.

"Dk! Check out the group chat!" You heard someone yell out. Dk was a nickname Seokmin's friend group called him. You never called him Dk because you never knew if you were even close enough to do so, but Seungkwan called him whatever he felt like calling him. The person who called out to Seokmin in the first place was Soonyoung, one of Seokmin's close friends. They were a whole friend group on campus; it was Seokmin, Joshua, Junhui, Soonyoung, Jeonghan, and Wonwoo. All of them were well known, but only some of them were popular. You knew Jeonghan since he worked at the cafe near school with you, and you also knew Seokmin, of course, along with Joshua and Wonwoo since they worked with your other friend Vernon in the school library. You weren’t really close with any of them, but you’ve spoken to them a few times, so you’d say you guys were acquaintances. Seokmin took out his phone to see what Soonyoung was talking about, and his eyes grew big with a large smile on his face.

"REALLY? Oh my fucking God, finally! Sorry, Y/N, but do you mind if I head out? If not, it’s fine I can totally stay." Seokmin yells out, then faces you with a smile still on his face. You could tell he really wanted to head out, but at the same time, you could tell he genuinely didn’t mind staying if you didn’t want to be ditched and left alone.

"No, you’re fine. Don’t worry! Also, hey Soonyoung!" You waved to Soonyoung and lightly pushed Seokmin towards him. Soonyoung waved back at you and hugged you. You returned it, but he pushed back, and his smile dropped.

"WAIT A MINUTE! I could’ve sworn I told you to call me Hoshi."

"It's no use. she won't even call me Dk! She told me she would if we were closer, but whatever I guess." Seokmin says then you all laugh before you tell them to leave and go to wherever they wanted to go in the first place. You didn’t want to distract them from going to wherever the hell they were supposed to be going, and knowing them, if you continued talking, they’d probably forget about the whole rush they were in earlier. "Alright, bye! Tell Seungkwan I said bye as well!" Seokmin and Soonyoung waved at you before leaving you alone near the vending machines. You quickly took out your phone before calling the group chat to ask them if they wanted anything from the vending machine before you headed to your usual spot. Before going to class, you guys would always meet up in some random empty room nobody used or knew about except for you guys and maybe a few teachers, obviously. The group chat answered but only Seungcheol and Mingyu wanted snacks. You got yourself a drink and got Jihoon a drink too because you knew he would ask for some of yours; you didn’t mind sharing, but you knew Vernon and Chan would also try to take your drink, so you brought Jihoon one so he could share with Chan while you shared with Vernon. You made it to your spot and greeted everyone. When you guys all settled down, you took out your phone and saw Seungkwan texting in the group chat, ‘Can’t make it today, sorry. I have to walk some random new kid around the campus.’ You laughed because, for some reason, every time there was a new student, Seungkwan was the one who had to show them around campus. You told the rest of the group, and they also laughed. It became a joke in your friend group that even when Seungkwan graduated, he’d have to stay back just to walk new students around school. You guys stayed there for a few minutes before you all parted ways to go to class. You walked into class and sat down. You were alone in this class because none of your close friends had it. You knew a few people in the class, like Wonwoo and Joshua, but you never spoke to them because they were always together, and you felt out of place whenever you did try talking to them because of how close they were, but you were just... there. You didn’t mind being alone though, You took it as a free period so you could sleep. You’d get the answers from Vernon since he had that class before you and his class was ahead of your class, so you guys did the same work. As the bell rang, meaning class was finally over for the day, you went to your dorm. You were roommates with Miyeon and, basically, Yeji since she was always there as well. Nobody was home, so you went into your room to get ready for work. Work was slow; barely anybody came in, yet you were still so exhausted when it was time to leave. The night was approaching, which meant Jake's party was soon. When you got home, you found Yeji and Miyeon sitting on the couch.

"Hey y/n! How was work? Are you going to Jake's party tonight? We were waiting for you to get home so we could all get ready together." Miyeon said while running up to hug you at the door.

"Hmmm. I told that weird kid I probably wasn’t going, but he said he wasn’t going anymore, so I guess I will." The girls giggled and dragged you into your room; they began getting ready, and so did you. Yeji already had some clothes over at your dorm since she practically lived with you guys at this point. You didn’t know if any of your other close friends were going, but you told yourself you’d see for yourself when you got there. When you guys were all done getting ready, it turned out that Mingyu was going along with the rest of your friend group except for Jihoon since he wasn’t really a party person. Mingyu was also the one picking you guys up, so you guys waited outside for Mingyu to come by.

An: this is kinda just an introduction to yns friends and her relationship with the rest of everyone, so it’s kinda lame but the story will get better I promise🙏

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[nishloves]

how long would i date svt members!

idea from @/rubyreduji (if you don't know him you should <3) (yes im being delulu <///3)

seungcheol - probably solid 3 months; we broke up coz we both are too busy to actually pay any attention to each other and he could do so much more better <33

jeonghan - a month; we both are gonna love each other and then realise we are probably better off as best friends lmao

joshua - 3 months too; idk, my gut feeling <//3

jun - 4 years; we slowly fell out of love :(((

hoshi - either 10 months or 10 years; either we both are gonna get tired of each other in around a year or never <3

wonwoo - a month; we realise we are kinda incompatible lol <//3 we broke up on good terms

woozi - a week or eleven years; if we get over the starting awkward phase there's no stopping us <3

minghao - 8 years; we are visiting a lot of art museums and doing loads of paintings ( i almost can't see us breaking up lol)

mingyu - eleven months; we broke up just before valentine's day :DD

dokyeom - seven years; very fluffy i don't think we break up at all (until he freaked out because of my temper or breakdown)

seungkwan - i don't think we gonna break up lol, he's gonna love me (if we progress from friends to lovers lol) <3

vernon - 18 years; we are too emotionally invested in each other to break up

dino - a year; would be the prettiest year, full of dates, fluff and passion. I can see him pouring his heart out for dates, we slowly realise it wasn't working out and are both heartbroken for months <//3 then maybe get back together

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[aficaramel]

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