" Conventional Wisdom Holds That Divine Knowledge Cannot Be Rationally Comprehended. After Conquering

" conventional wisdom holds that divine knowledge cannot be rationally comprehended. after conquering the divine gaze, he will make his next move... "

what’s yours is mine

a self indulgent chan fluff where you can’t stop taking his things

warnings: chan x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

word count: 750+

it starts with a hair band.

the hair band that chan uses to hold his hair out of his eyes when he working out. the one that gets all sweaty by the end of his sessions when he tugs it off and throws onto the bathroom counter.

that hair band. it’s kind of gross isn’t it? the sweat has long since dried but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. that doesn’t stop you from wrapping it around your wrist a couple times and admiring it in front of you. you lace your hands together and if you squint it’s like he’s there with you holding your hand.

he won’t even notice, surely. he has more, it’s part of a set of 10 that he bought in bulk. he’s in the studio anyways, won’t be back until late, plenty of people might use the dorm bathroom between now and then so there’s no proof that you took it. not that he would probably care, but you’re still in the new stages of your relationship and you don’t know if “hey chan, can i have your sweaty hair band?” is moving too fast.

but then you’re taking his earrings.

they’re left behind in his drawer in his bedside table, you find them as you’re rifling through it to find the spare set of your glasses you leave at the dorm for when you stay over. your vision is blurry but you recognize them when they hit your hand and you can’t help yourself from looping them through your ears. he’s wearing another pair of earrings right now that felix got him so he surely wouldn’t miss this pair right? and they’re small steel colored hoops, not flashy, so he probably won’t even notice them on you.

they have a little bit of weight to them, and you love that. every time you move your head, the hoop dangles just a bit and you’re reminded of them sitting right on your lobes. if you lean into the feeling it’s almost as if he’s in your space, nibbling on your ear, and that drives you crazy.

and who would you be if you didn’t take that hat, sitting innocently on the kitchen table?

the very hat that he wears backwards on his head, his hair pushed back, making him look like every one of your high school crushes. it looks kind of silly on you, you think. your hair poofs out a little from the sides and the front covers your face but its weight feels like chan is running his fingers through your hair and you kind of can’t take it off.

he gives you a look when you meet him for coffee an hour later, wearing that very hat, but he doesn’t say anything and you let out a breath and give the barista your coffee order. he probably thinks you just grabbed it because you needed a hat, not because it’s his hat. nevermind that you never wear hats and this is probably the first time he’s ever seen you in one.

but then, the hoodie.

it all comes to a head when you steal his hoodie, the oversized one that would have no problem fitting two or three of him in, the one he got as a gag gift a couple birthdays back. it’s sitting on his bed, taunting you as if it knows how much you want to put it on. so you do.

it goes down almost to your knees when you slip it over your head and the hood covers your eyes. you push it back to look at yourself in his mirror, smiling softly and pleased. it smells like him, smothering you in a hug of his shampoo and cologne. if you close your eyes, it’s almost like he has his arms wrapped around you-

“is that my hoodie?” you’re startled out of your thoughts, glancing past your own reflection to meet his eyes in the mirror from where he’s standing in the doorway behind you. “first my hair band, and my hat, then my earrings, now this?”

“you noticed?” you squeaked, blood rushing to your face as you turn to face him.

“of course i noticed. you’re wearing my things,” he says, moving closer and you back up a little, the backs of your knees hitting his bed.

“i’m sorry,” you stammer, looking away from him.

“you like wearing my things, hmm?” he asks, gentle, crowding into your space a little and moving his hand under your chin to meet your eyes again.

all you can do is nod, holding your breath.

“it’s okay, angel. i like seeing you in them even more.”

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a/n: ready to love by seventeen lyrics inspired <3 also i love lee minho soooo much it’s kinda crazy. set in idol!verse. with gn!reader. first meets and fluff included.

[10:43 AM]

minho meets you completely by accident.

there’s a traffic jam on his way to the jyp building, and there’s a huge summer downpour as custom in korea during the summer, and he’s sitting in his black car, observing the weather drearily. he’s accustomed to the rain, but watching the normally bright sunny days turn into grey messes because of the humidity has him scowling to himself. the car rolls into movement, tires sloshing against the growing tides, and he’s pretty sure when he leaves the building, there’s a high chance the roads won’t be safe.

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