Minho + Melanie Martinez = Perfection.

Minho + Melanie Martinez = Perfection.

DOLLHOUSE (18+!)

Day 5 of CHRISTMAS EVEL (05/12/22) // Melanie Martinez - Dollhouse

SYNOPSIS: It seems hopeless. The destiny you've been put in drains out your last remaining energy and the pain grows with every day you're caught in this arranged marriage.

GENRE: smut, fluff, angst, arranged marriage

WORD COUNT: 3.6K

CONTENT INFO: minho x afab! reader, husband!minho, established relationship (well, legally), tsundere!minho (my favourite hehe), both their families are rich and they had to marry for financial/business reasons

CONTENT WARNING: arranged marriage, minho is cold and distant

SMUT WARNING: switch!minho, switch!reader, it's their first time together, fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don't be stupid), choking (m receiving), praise kink, slight insecurities, name calling (baby, darling)

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

SERIES MASTERLIST

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When you were younger, winter used to be your favourite season. Endless snowflakes coating the roofs of the city, smoke exhaling your lungs due to the cold, hot drinks heating you up from the inside and the best part – ice skating.

But the older you got, the more this romanticised idea of the freezing months vanished away, just like a snowman once the first spring sunbeams hit him. Still, it’s always been an escape for you, the time of the year in which you could feel like your true self.

However, all this changed this December. It’s not only that climate change prevents the snowflakes from falling and landing in your city, but also the general atmosphere. You’re doomed. It’s as if destiny decided to make you pay for all the mistakes your parents made.

It all started with your father making the worst decisions financially, resulting in your family’s once successful company becoming insolvent, now near the edge of bankruptcy. You don’t blame him, you understand there was no other possibility and you get where he’s coming from.

So, here you are now, three months into a marriage with your family’s rival's son, knowing he didn’t want all this either and will probably leave you as soon as you grant him an heir. But that’s the next dilemma – as much as you’ve tried, you just can’t get intimate with him. Whenever you think of it, the insecurities crawl back, making you believe he’s just doing it to get rid of you. As weird as it sounds, but that’s in the contract. He’s only allowed to divorce you, once you grant him a, preferably male, heir.

That’s the reason you’ve been avoiding him whenever he’s made a move on you – your fear of him abandoning you after getting closer. That’s the reason you didn’t sleep with him on your wedding night and fled from every attempt after that.

But it has still played with your mind for the past twelve weeks now. There’s no way you’ll allow him that – even though he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever laid your eyes on and you’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of him on lonely nights.

But, in conclusion, as much as you want to end this marriage as well, you’re not going out of it with a child to raise on your own. There’s nothing Minho would be able to do, to trick you into thinking he cares about you.

♡

“You did what?” You ask your husband, not quite believing what he said.

He lets out a chuckle, “I know it’s a big surprise but I’ve been working on it for some weeks now– or rather the people I pay for preparing it. Whenever you’re ready to see it, just let me know.”

Surprise, yeah, as if. You’re dumbfounded. It feels as if the world has moved upside down. “Why would you do that, Minho?” You need to ask, you have to. This all just sounds as if his guilty conscience called and he wants to make up for the past three months of being a husband that’s even colder than what the temperatures outside used to be.

“It’s a start, okay? Just think of it as an approach from my side.” You can’t trust him, even if you tried. Such a big gift out of nowhere? And he sees you struggling to believe him. “Or think of it as an early Christmas gift, alright? You don’t even have to thank me for it or ever talk about it again, just please, let me show you first.”

You nod, deciding to give in now, “Yeah, okay.” 

Approaching the stairs in your huge house, Minho Leads the way downstairs into the basement. You’re rarely here, mostly because of the general atmosphere this level gives you. Entering the room that had used to be an empty space for future storage, you step into something your dreams are made of.

Impossible, you think, there’s no way he remembered.

Standing in front of the small but pretty ice rink, you think you’re about to lose your mind. He’s turned the useless room into this?! Your mouth agape, you wander around, squatting to let your fingers hover over the white floor, realising it’s actual ice.

“There’s another gift for you, Y/N,” Minho announces, making you turn your head around. “You can’t go ice skating without fitting skates, right?” Possibly, you’ll need an appointment at the orthodontist soon judging the fact your jaw dropped once again.

“No way,” you murmur, taking a few steps towards him. “Come on, put them on.” You nod, getting rid of your slippers and just when you align your foot with the shoes, Minho drops down to his knees to help you. It still seems so forced, that's why you say, “I can put them on myself.”

Contrary to your remark, Minho still continues, until you snap, “Just stop it. Why are you acting like that?!” Your husband scoffs, before he gets up from the floor again. “Can’t I be kind to my spouse now, huh?” Crossing your arms in front of your chest like a fed up toddler, you reply, “Stop acting, okay. I know what you’re trying to do.”

Minho blinks a few times, feeling as if he’s caught inside a bad movie. “What are you implying?” You sigh, you gaze directed on the ground. “You’re just trying to be all romantic so I will sleep with you– I know you’re thinking about making your way out of this contract but three months?!”

It’s Minho’s turn to scoff now. “Okay, you will listen to me now, okay?” His voice is strict but he’s not loud in the slightest, all just absolutely serious. You’ve never seen him like this before but he’s making your knees feel like jelly in an instant.

“First of all,” he begins, as his fingers catch your chin, making you look up at him, “stop assuming stuff. You’re the most attractive person on this planet for me and if you’ll ever allow me to touch you, it wouldn’t be just to get out of this contract, okay?”

You nod, just a little bit, since he’s still holding your head in place. “Second, why would you think I’m trying to get out of this marriage as soon as possible? Of course, it’s not the romantic relationship you’ve been hoping for but let me tell you– when our parents agreed on this, I found myself to be the happiest man alive.”

It doesn’t make sense. None of this. “Then why are you so fucking cold all the time? Have you sold your soul to the devil or what?!” Minho smirks, finding joy in annoyance. “Because I thought you hate me– you seem to do, judging how you always avoid my presence. I’m a reserved person in general, okay? It’s not easy for me, interacting with other’s especially when they’re so beautiful.”

You can’t believe it – a man as cold as Minho, even more freezing than the ice rink he’s built for you, manages to melt tiny bits of your heart. “Are you for real?” You don’t seem to be able to word it better. “I am. I promise, Y/N. I may seem cold but I’m not cruel. Please don’t blame my social incompetence, I do however apologise for the way I’ve been treating you these past weeks.”

Your eyes find his. “For now I will believe you, Minho. But you know that actions matter more than words, right?” Minho nods, “I know, I will make up for every second I’ve been this way.” One chance won’t kill you, right?

“I know a way,” you say, smirking when an idea comes to your mind. Minho looks at you surprised, unaware what you’re implying. “I hope you’ve bought a pair of skates for you as well?”

♡

You believe you’ve seen Minho smile once before – it was when you visited his parents together on Halloween and he played with the cats that are still living there.

And it’s not comparable to the way he’s looking at you right now. His eyes are filled with joy, the corners of his mouth meeting his ears and a red blush tinting his face, whenever he falls down again.

“You’re getting better at it,” you compliment him, once he reaches for your hand in order to get up – once again. “Stop lying, I’m the worst.” You giggle, unable to hide the fact you’ve sugarcoated his… skills. “You just need some practice, alright?” Minho sighs but still manages to stand on his feet again.

“Try skating my way, you’ve got this,” you say, spreading your arms wide as you await him. “I will catch you, if you fall, I promise.” Minho nods, feeling his heartbeat increasing. The past twelve weeks feel almost forgotten. He’s never believed the tension between the both of you would turn into something like this – comfort.

So, he puts one foot in front of the other, sliding into your direction, as he glides over the ice surface. He manages to pass one meter, getting closer to you already and just when he seems to arrive at his destination, he trips, falls into your arms and makes the both of you stumble onto the ground.

As if you’re in the most cliché k-drama you’ve ever watched, Minho is towering over you now, his face only separated from yours by a thin layer of air. Once the giggling about his clumsiness subsides, Minho finds his eyes flickering down to your lips and even though he’s imagined that moment of your wedding kiss to repeat, he’s never thought he’d get so shy once the opportunity is given.

But you’re faster than him, grabbing his face with your hands and aligning his lips with yours. It feels so much better than the kiss back then, so natural as if your mouth has touched his own a thousand times before. You’re instantly getting lost in the feeling, as if the world around you disappears, when he licks over your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Soon, his tongue finds yours, rhythmically dancing together, whilst you try to pull him even closer, even though it’s impossible. He feels so oddly warm against you, his body heating you up, as you forget that you’re literally lying on an ice surface. His mouth moves with yours, saliva mixing together while you taste him and you instantly know he’ll become your favourite flavour.

To any outstanding person it’d be ridiculous. The man who’s been nothing but ignoring you for the past twelve weeks is honest for once – or at least it seems so – gifting you something proving he's listened to you when talking about your interests and engages in that and you're forgetting about all the harm he’s put on you emotionally?

Well, it’s not ridiculous if you think about the fact you’ve liked Minho before that arrangement was brought up. The position that both have been put in is what really drifted you apart. Every night since that wedding you’ve been praying for the both of you to become friends again or at least acquaintances, something that doesn’t feel like enmity and secretly Minho has been wishing the same.

No, not everything’s forgotten but you’ll allow him that moment, you’ll allow him to guide you true these movements because it’s what you truly desire the most and it’s about time to listen to your heart for once instead of your brain that just keeps overthinking and overreacting.

“You wanna go somewhere… warmer?” Minho asks now, hoping it doesn’t come off as too demanding, scaring you off is the last thing he wants. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you say and opposite to his worries you don’t hesitate. In an instant, Minho gets up and offers you his hand, helping you stand on your feet again.

A few seconds later, he’s carrying you bridal style – as he wanted to do back then at your wedding night – leaving the basement with you before you both enter the living room again. “Where do you want me, Minho?” You decide to ask now but his face immediately tenses, making you second guess your question.

“Do you really want this? W-We don’t have to– I don’t want you to think I just did all this to get you to– you know.” He’s the shy one now and you adore it, sensing your last doubts finally vanishing away. “I believe you, Minho.” Your husband hastily nods, as he’s standing in the middle of the room all awkwardly and still holding you.

“Minho,” you begin again, “would you bring me to the bedroom?” And so he does. Once you’re at your destination, he softly lays you on the mattress, before he’s hovering over you again, just like he did on the ice rink a few minutes ago. You’re taking the initiative now, placing your lips on his jawline, as you pull him closer to you by his neck.

Minho feels the butterflies levitating inside his stomach, as he lets out a muffled moan, still keeping his lips pressed together. “Don’t be shy,” you tell him, deciding to take the upper hand in this – you’re not ready to completely give in, totally submit with the drama he’s put you through. “You’re so pretty like this, you know?”

Your husband blushes at the compliment, his cheeks tinting in a beautiful red shimmer and when your hand seizes around his throat, slightly applying pressure to the sides, he lets out another groan, this time making sure to not hide, his volume increasing by countless levels.

Taking a mental note of what he enjoys, you make your way down his neck, already fumbling with the buttons on his shirt until he presents his torso to you. Minho has always been a private person, not only regarding his social interactions but physical openness as well – resulting in you never seeing him without clothes on, up until now.

You don’t care, you have to let out a gasp, completely dumbfounded by his beauty. “You’re… wow,” you whisper. “Like what you see?” Minho asks all cheesy, getting some of his confidence back. You gulp, as your eyes find his own, filled with lust and turned into a shade of black you’ve never witnessed on him before. 

Faster than you’re able to reply, his mouth is already attached to your neck now, making his way down as one of his hands disappears underneath your shirt. Hovering your bra over your breasts, he starts massaging one of them, slightly pinching one of the buds, as his lips make their way south.

It’s your time now to moan out in pleasure, his name spilling from your lips for the first time and that’s enough recognition for him to suggest, “Let me– please, allow me to make you feel good, darling.” You instantly nod, pulling your clothing over your head, your chest now on full display for him and he’s the one to gasp now.

“Fucking beautiful– I’m an idiot for letting you wait that long.” His hand gets back to work and the abandoned side gets attention now too, his tongue circling around your other nipple. Squeezing your thighs together, somehow hoping a little friction will help you with the sensation between your legs, your hand finds the back of his head.

Minho moans against your hardened, wet bud, making sure to smear his saliva over your tits and you’re surprised about it – you’ve always thought he’s more of an ass guy?

“You can make up for it now,” you whisper, letting your head fall back in satisfaction. His hands are fast, finding the hem of your jeans, busy fumbling with the belt. Once he’s freed the metal loops from one another, the fabric slides down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

Minho chuckles once his eyes come across the wet patch on the fabric, two of his fingers brushing over it, before he attaches a long stripe with his tongue, tasting you through your panties. “Fucking delicious, baby.” A smirk is plastered all over his face, as he entangles his arms around your thighs, making you spread them for better access.

“Min– don’t be such a tease,” you order now, hiding your face behind the palms of your hands, as you feel your whole body getting hotter. “Nah, baby, I’m making the rules here tonight, okay? Let me make up for all the missed time and treat you like the princess you are.”

Fuck. You’re doomed.

“Okay– please, Minho, touch me.” And so he does, helping you out of the remaining clothes, as you lie there now completely naked. His arms still holding your legs in place, his fingers softly massaging the flesh of your thighs and his mouth wandering down from your belly to your mound – it leaves you breathless, it’s as if your lungs have suddenly forgotten how to take in oxygen and the only way to survive is to allow him to make you feel good.

Minho does exactly this, a few kitten licks circling around your sensitive bundle of nerves, smearing your own liquids all over your folds with his tongue. You cry out his name, as if it’s the only two syllables you’ve ever learnt in your life and your husband chuckles against your wetness, his tongue darting deeper and deeper until he decides to replace it with two of his fingers at once.

“Gonna prepare you, darling, you’ll need it,” he smirks again, once he looks up at your fucked out face for a second. The thrusting of his digits makes your head fall back and in an instant his tongue finds your clit again, pleasuring just the way you like, as if he’s granted you this sensation a million times before.

You’re close, embarrassingly close and Minho feels it, he feels it by the way your walls are soaking him in, clenching around him. “Min– please, s-so– fuck,” you cry out again. “Hm, what is it? Feels so good you’ve forgotten how to word a simple sentence, huh?”

He absolutely enjoys your helplessness but decides against teasing you more, regarding the growing erection inside his pants.

“Hmm, good– so good,” you let out.

That’s enough praising your husband needs, before he decides to speed up his movements, his tongue working wonders on your clit and with one last whimper and him curling his fingers in an angle it makes him graze over that velvety spot inside you, you can’t help but cum all over him.

Minho helps you ride out your high, almost overstimulating you, as he still keeps your legs – at least one of them – in place, your muscles shaking like crazy. Once you’ve come down again, you open your eyes and they find his own, before your gaze flickers down to his hands.

He licks your essence of his fingers, before they find his pants, sliding them down in an instant. The fabric gets thrown on the floor, landing on the rest of the discarded clothing and his boxers follow soon.

Oh, he didn’t lie. You’re glad about the preparation now. His tip is leaking precum, still, Minho decides to spit in his hand, spreading the saliva over his length before he aligns himself with your entrance. “You ready?” He asks one last time. You nod, “Yes, please keep going.”

“I love the way you’re always asking so nicely, darling,” is the last thing he says, before entering you.

He fills you so deliciously, fits inside your walls so perfectly, as if you were made for each other, as if he’s fucked you like this a billion times before.

“Fuck– you’re so big– you feel so good inside me,” you compliment him again, knowing by now it’s exactly what gets him going. Minho knows he won’t last long – after all it’s been some time and the fact you’ve been swaying your hips in front of his eyes for the past twelve weeks hasn’t made it any easier.

His thrusts are already getting sloppier and for a second he fears you’ll be disappointed in him, the fact that he will blow after a few minutes when it’s the first time the both of you are sleeping together makes him feel insecure, almost pathetic.

But you sense it, you sense his worries, that’s why you reassure him, “Whenever you’re ready, Min– you can let go whenever.” Once you realise this isn’t enough, you place a kiss on his cheek, before you say, “Y-You’re gonna cum all over me, hm? Mark my body with your seeds, huh? I bet I’d look so pretty–“

You don’t get to finish your sentence, since Minho is already close, pulling his cock out of you and giving it a few last strokes, before his hot white spurts land all over your stomach and pussy. 

“Fuck–“ he says, once he’s milked himself empty, “you do look even prettier that way, unbelievable.”

Minho collapses next to you, the weight of the mattress shifting underneath him, before he says, “I meant it by the way. I’m sorry for all the hurt I’ve caused and I wanna make up for it. I’ve wanted to come true with this– I’m not someone who plays pretend, if I wanted a fake happy family I would buy a dollhouse– but I’m glad I can finally be honest and confess that I adore your presence.”

You giggle, starting to play with his hair, “I know. I hope we can grow together, I believe in us, Minho. And– don’t worry, I know of a way how you can make up for it.”

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𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 [lee minho]

➝ pairings. mechanic!lee minho x fem!reader ➝ genre. smut, frenemies to lovers ➝ warnings. possessive qualities, mentioned begging, self degradation, explicit language, oral [fem. receiving], unprotected sex, pet names, dirty talk, maybe more so please let me know <3 also kind of a rushed ending? apologise for that ➝ word count. 2.5k words ➝ notes. self indulgent, i dont know what to say… also hi! just saying here, if you dont have a pfp or an age [can just be 18+] in your bio/pinned post don’t bother interacting or following ♡ you’ll be blocked!

He had no right to be that handsome - especially when motor oil covered his stupidly attractive tan arms. A tight black shirt stretched over his torso and the coveralls you were sure he was supposed to be wearing over the shirt pulled up his legs and wrapped around his hips. His stupid dark purple hair which was so bizarre but looked so good all messy, probably from him running his fingers through it.

Perhaps it would also look like that, look that good, if it were you grabbing while he fucked into you against a wall. Maybe it would look even better because he would groan as you pull at the strands.

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The Color Of Your Blush

2chopsticks2eyes - Masterlist

Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem Reader

Themes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: ~30k | AO3

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol, Cussing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Loss of Virginity, First Times, Dry Humping

Summary: Your brother Changbin forces your introverted ass to get out of the house and meet his friends. When you meet them, Jisung, Chan, and Minho push the boundaries of your social anxiety. You have absolutely no romantic experience, but your mind is plagued with thoughts of Minho. You think he likes to just tease you, but is it really just teasing?

Author's Note: This work was inspired by my best friend who used to severely suffer from social anxiety. I usually don't portray the MC this way, but I thought I would change it up a bit. Let me know what you think!

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You were still hiding in your room, reading some book about two lovers with a plot that would make you die of embarrassment if anyone discovered the contents. Your form was balled up on your Papasan chair in the corner when you heard your brother’s voice.

“Noona! Come on! We’re going to be late!” Changbin always had the loudest voice you had ever heard and you cursed him for it because he knew you couldn’t just pretend you didn’t hear him. You felt a wave of automatic panic as you heard footsteps heading upstairs to your room. You quickly threw off your reading glasses and jumped under your duvet, turning your back to the door and hoping he would think you had dozed off.

When you heard the door to your room open, you went as stiff as a board. “I know you're not sleeping, little shit.” You remained motionless, still having a sliver of hope that he was bluffing. You heard footsteps getting closer and you squeezed your eyes shut.

You heard him walk right in front of you.

He was silent, not doing anything.

Had you fooled him?

Before you knew it, you were in the air and tossed over the man’s shoulders. “Changbin-ah! You put me down this instant dadgummit!”

“Nuh-uh you aren’t avoiding this AGAIN, noona. You can’t just stay holed up here 24/7! You have to get out and meet people! And, oh, I dunno, maybe get some fresh air like a normal human being.” He sat you down on your feet once he had brought you out into the hallway and shut the door behind him.

You glared at him and straightened out your shirt. “For your information, piglet, I go outside all the time! I have a job, y’know! And you would starve if I never bought any groceries!”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, true. But you work at a quiet little bookstore and never go out for anything other than those two things. You can’t just stay holed up in this house after…” He bit his lip, knowing he shouldn’t bring up such a sensitive topic around you.

You pursed your lips. “Yeah, I know…” You said bitterly. “Well, let’s get this over with. If you are forcing me to go out to meet your friends, it’s best to just get on with it.” You pushed past him to descend the stairs and saw him hang his head from the corner of your eye.

As you slipped your shoes on in the entryway, you heard him clear his throat from behind you. “Listen, noona, I really didn’t mean to–”

“I know Changbin-ah. It’s whatever. Let’s just go.” You tried to sound understanding, but it was a sore subject for you and you would rather not hash it out at the moment.

The car ride to dinner was tense. You knew he didn’t mean any harm and you felt guilty. You didn’t want to project your bitterness onto your baby brother, so you decided to snatch the aux cord from his phone. “Hey!”

You shushed him and he scowled at you. You knew just the song to get him going. Once the opening notes to ‘Pink Venom’ started playing, he flipped his demeanor like a switch. 

You found his attempts of singing, dancing, and driving all at once adorable and cackled at his baby-like face. You grabbed the steering wheel when his dancing started getting a little bit too crazy. “Bin! Eyes on the road! It wasn’t my intention to render you moronic!” You quickly stopped the catchy tune and he whipped his head around to pout at you.

“Meanie.” He poked his tongue out at you and you responded in kind.

Unfortunately, your comfort space with your brother was replaced with anxiety once you two pulled up to the small restaurant. When he parked, Changbin looked at you with concern.

“I picked a quiet little hole in the wall for you, noona. Not many people will be here to bother your little introverted bubble.” He said amusedly.

You scowled at him. “Except for the people you are forcing me to meet.”

“Oh c’mon. It’s only three people and they’re chill guys… mostly! Don’t you want to meet your baby brother’s best friends?”

“No.” You said bluntly.

He deadpanned at you and sighed in disconcertment. “Well too bad, we’re already here and you get a free meal. Let’s go.” And with that, he turned off the car and hopped out to open your door (because he knew he would have to use force to unglue you from the seat).

You groaned when he pulled you out, fidgeting and trying to check your appearance in the reflection of the car window to make sure you didn’t look horrid when meeting these random people. The process was already terrifying and if you had something in your teeth or shit hanging out of your nose, you might as well die right then and there. You couldn’t stop the anxious thoughts. Shit, my eyes are so puffy today. Would they think I dressed up or dressed down too much? Has my hair always looked this dull? Would they think that I–

“Noona!” Changbin pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts and your anxious grooming as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You look great. Stop overthinking it.”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You can do this. It will be over before you know it and then you can return to the comfort of your own room. You nodded your head when you opened your eyes again. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit! Well… kinda.” He started walking to the entrance and you reluctantly followed behind.

You were startled out of your mind when the door opened and three guys in the back of the restaurant yelled Changbin’s name jovially, disturbing the few other guests that were enjoying their food. You kept your head down as you followed Changbin to the table, desperately trying to avoid eye contact.

“It’s about damned time you got here, we were about to start drinking without you!” One of the men said, a small, round face looking at your brother with a bright smile. You were hoping to hide behind the broad shoulders of your brother just a moment longer, but the bastard stepped aside and put a hand on your back to push you forward.

“Guys, this is my older sister, Y/N. Noona, this is Han Jisung–” He gestured to the brunette who had just spoken to him before. “Bang Chan-hyung–” He gestured to a handsome, broad-shouldered man with blonde hair and a sweet smile. “And Lee Minho-hyung–” 

You were almost startled when you looked at the last one. His hair had the same red-orange intensity as fire and yet it looked silky smooth from where it was parted to the side, bangs loosely hanging over his forehead. He had a smile that seemed only out of courtesy and his eyes, albeit round and beautiful, were dark and full of mischief.

You painfully made eye contact with each one and bowed your head. A small “Nice to meet you” was forced from your mouth and you hated yourself for sounding so pathetic. Changbin pulled out a chair for you right next to the terrifying man and you froze.

“Come on, noona. He won’t bite.”

“Speak for yourself asshole.” Minho flashed a half smile at you, making your face turn an embarrassing shade of red, and guffawed while mock pointing at Changbin when he tried to look intimidating. 

You were used to Changbin cursing, and you cursed like a sailor in your own mind, but when it came to speaking… Well, you just felt bashful as hell. The words these men were throwing around were intimidating and you shakily sat down and focused on one of the water glasses that was on the table.

“We were so excited to meet you!” The one named Chan said. “Changbin talks about you all the time. It’s great to finally see the highly esteemed older sister! Changbin said you're only a year older than I am? A ‘96 girl right?” Your heart swelled in adoration of your baby brother.

“That’s right…” You didn’t want to be rude and not look at the man when he talked, but your eyes kept bouncing back to your fidgeting hands.

“Cool! We’re all a year apart! Minho-hyung is only a year younger than Chan-hyung. Then it’s Changbin-hyung, then me.” The small, squirrel-looking boy said.

“Yeah, maybe Minho will stop calling me old now.” Chan glared at Minho and the younger looked amused.

You looked up to meet eyes with the aforementioned man and immediately looked away again, flickering your eyes between the table and the man’s slowly growing smirk. “I wouldn’t count on it, hyung.” Minho said to Chan without removing his intense gaze from your face.

“So, noona…” Jisung said excitedly. “What do you do for a living?”

You cleared your throat, hoping that would help you to not sound so terrified. “I-I work at a bookstore.” A waiter walked up and silently set water glasses down for you and Changbin and you were grateful to have something to hold onto instead of fiddling with your fingers and scratching your arm relentlessly.

“You like reading? So you’re smart AND beautiful. Are you sure you’re Changbin’s sister?” Jisung ducked away from the inevitable punch that Changbin inflicted on his arm.

You blushed furiously from the compliment, but you lightly snickered at the man’s joke with your hand over your mouth.

“Ahh so she can laugh, huh?” Your smile was immediately wiped from your face and your attention returned to the intimidating man beside you. Your eyes widened at him, but then habitually looked away again.

You were dumbfounded by his statement. “O-of course I know how to laugh…” You mumbled.

“Oh really?” He put his elbow on the table and propped his chin up on his fist, completely facing you and making you feel small and observed like a zoo animal by the men surrounding you. “I think a little alcohol would soothe your nerves, what do you say?”

You went bug-eyed and shook your head, finally looking at Minho’s face for more than two seconds. “No no no no no! I barely ever drink… Also, I’m a super lightweight, I’ll get plastered after only a couple drinks!” You were surprised that your words didn’t falter even once. Nor did your gaze upon the man that was staring back with a smirk.

“Even better.”

- - - - - - - - - -

You were about one and a half small cocktails in and you could already feel your inhibitions failing you. You could almost hazily make eye contact and you were able to respond to the men without stuttering. Well, instead, your words kind of blended together.

Changbin had gotten up to go piss for the umteenth time since everyone started drinking and you had gotten less and less claustrophobic around the men. “Come on, noona! The rest of us are already on our third drink! You need to catch up!” Minho said with a voice just a tad too loud for the small place that all other customers had cleared out of. However, Jisung agreed with just as much fervor.

“Oh, no. I really don’t. Trust me.” You put your hands in front of yourself, waving them like it would ward off the idea.

“Don’t pressure her, children.” You lightly giggled at the name Chan called them and he sent you a wink, making your face flush and look down again. “If she doesn’t want to drink, she doesn’t have to.” You smiled shyly at the curly-haired blond and he gave you a wide smile back, making you shy once again.

You heard a ‘tsk’ from beside you and you meekly turned to look at the fiery red-haired man in the seat next to yours. He was side-eyeing you as he took a drink from his glass. When he sat the glass back down, he tilted his head and smiled at you wickedly. You quickly averted your eyes.

“I suppose the princess doesn’t have it in her. Poor thing.” He paused when you spared him a glance to glower at him. “How adorable~” He said condescendingly while pouting his lower lip at you. You blushed furiously. But you couldn’t control the disbelieving huff that escaped your mouth. The nerve of this guy.

Without further ado, you downed your cocktail, and then turned to take his drink and down the rest of its contents as well, keeping your challenging eyes on him all the while.

Everyone stayed silent for a beat. “Holy shit, Min. I think you just royally fucked up.” Chan said in a panicked voice as all three pairs of eyes looked at you in shock.

Once he said that you also panicked. Now you know that you royally fucked up if these guys were so shaken. You heard Minho clear his throat and saw him put on a beautiful half-grin. Was he this gorgeous this whole time? “Looks like you’ve finally loosened up. Now, tell us about yourself…” Goddamn, I’ll tell you anything you want to know if you keep talking to me like that.

“Um…” You were lost in his eyes as his amused grin turned into a gentle one. You quickly had to shake yourself out of your stupor. However, when you shook your head around, the room started spinning and your mind escaped you even further…

- - - - - - - - - -

The next time you roused to consciousness, your head was in a nasty public toilet as you looked over to see Changbin holding your hair back, the three men fretting in the doorway. “You motherfuckers! She told you she was a lightweight! Why the fuck did you egg her on?!” You felt like your brain was in a blender as your vision made the room spin.

Minho leaned against the door jam, trying to seem completely blasé, but there was a hint of nervousness in his body language. “My bad, man. I didn’t expect her to chug a fucking pint.”

“She is vomiting her guts out and all you can say is ‘my bad’?!” You hastily turned your face back to the unsanitary bowl and violently vomited up another round of stomach acid, almost vomiting again when you felt the nasty toilet water splash up on your face from the velocity of your retching. You were heaving from the force and pain of it all.

“B-Binnie.” You sobbed, tears and snot streaming down your face and overwhelming embarrassment encompassing you.

You felt his free hand rub your back. “It’ll be okay, sweetie.” He picked a water glass up off the floor and held it up to you. “I really need you to drink this, noona. It will help.” You gagged at the thought of drinking any kind of liquid ever again and with the gag, came the flood. You belched out another round of your innards.

You were violently sobbing now and you turned your face away from the men, not wanting them to see your sorry state. “B-Binnie… I-I want to go home…” You meekly sobbed and he hugged you as best as he could in your uncomfortable position.

“I’ll take you there, hun. But you’ve got to drink this first. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”

Another sob wrecked your body. “Can you make them leave? Please?” You said in a low voice, hoping they wouldn’t hear. You were mortified already, you would rather not have them see you in this state any longer.

“Of course, sweetie.” You heard him shift to face the door. “You guys just get the fuck out of here, yeah? We will talk about this later…”

“Whatever…” You heard Minho’s frustrated voice leave you and you were shaking with sobs.

Jisung and Chan attempted a small “I’m sorry, noona.” Before they, too, were sent away.

If anything had come out of this night, it was the fact that you were right about meeting anyone new. You were never leaving your house ever again…

- - - - - - - - - -

“Noona, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry? I had no clue that you would get that wasted! Neither did they!” It had been about a week and you refused to talk to your brother. Your hangover was probably the worst experience you had ever had in your life. Although getting shitfaced to the point of up-chucking violently in front of your brother’s friends was pretty high up there. “Noona, please talk to me…”

He was pressed against the other side of your locked door and you had refused to respond. You only left the house to go to work and you had to sneak out so he wouldn’t ambush you. You just didn’t have the emotional strength to be interrogated. You couldn’t count the number of times you had cried from embarrassment. My god I am so weak.

You were afraid you were going to go crazy at this point, especially with the constant pounding on the door.

You tried stuffing your head under a pillow, hiding under a fortress of blankets on your bed, anything to ignore his persistent plea. You huffed and peeked your head out to glare at the door. “I DON’T WANT TO TALK, BIN! LEAVE. ME. ALONE.” You were surprised at how pissed you sounded.

“Y/N-noona please PLEASE talk to me. You can’t stay mad at me forever…” He sounded desperate and tired and you felt guilty. This wasn’t his fault. It was yours. You gave in to peer pressure while he was gone and now he is paying for it.

You sighed dejectedly and climbed out of bed to unlock the door. When you opened it, Chanbin looked at you like you had risen from the grave. “Oh god, noona!” He wrapped you in his arms and you choked as he squeezed the life out of you. When he released you, you looked at him with an annoyed expression.

“Yah, I’m not mad at you, loser.” He looked perplexed at your words. “I’m mad at myself for giving in so easily just to prove myself… I’m mad that I made myself look like an idiot in front of your friends. But most of all, I’m mad that I even let myself be dragged out of the house in the first place… I’m not the kind of person that can easily befriend people like you can, Bin. It’s just not in the cards for me… I’m too… messed up…” You looked down at the shaggy carpet of your room that contrasted with the hardwood floor of the hallway and you anxiously twiddled with the fringe of fabric separating the two with your toes.

“Noona…” Changbin looked crestfallen when you glanced back up at him.

“Don’t worry about me, Binnie. Go out and have fun for the both of us, yeah?” You forced a smile on your face and he just looked even more upset. He always could tell when you were faking it.

“How about this…” You sighed at his words, knowing he was going to propose something that was sure to sound utterly unpleasant to you. “Let’s walk down to the ice cream shop down the block. The one we always used to sneak out to as kids?” Your internal conflict was written all over your face. “Please? For old time’s sake?”

His desperate expression had you defeated. You were always weak for your baby brother. You sighed and turned back to your room. “Let me change clothes real quick…”

You heard the man squeal from behind you and you felt arms wrap around and squeeze you painfully from behind. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You felt him plant forceful kisses on the back of your head, basically head-butting you with his lips, and you jabbed your elbow in his side.

“Gross, Bin! Get the heck out of here!” He ran off down the hall giggling like a little school girl and you rolled your eyes, unable to keep the fond smile off your face. Baby Changbin indeed.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Mint Chocolate Chip.”

“Cookie Dough.”

“Cookies and Cream.”

“Birthday Cake.”

“Pistachio.”

“Ew! No. Just no. I reject that as an ice cream category. It’s unlawful.”

“Hey! Don’t knock it ‘til you try it!” Changbin pointed at you with his spoon to emphasize his case. 

You scrunched your face up and took a large bite of your strawberry ice cream and kept a disgusted look on your face. “You have some sort of mental illness, child.” You mumbled the words through the cold glob that was coating your taste buds.

“Don’t care if that means I win. You stopped the categories!”

“Nope, you just don’t know what real flavors are.” You were strong in your resolve and wouldn’t back down.

“Sure, sweetie. Whatever you say.” Changbin said with a condescending voice and you glared at him.

Three things happened in that moment.

First, you scooped out a large bite of your ice cream and promptly dropped the cold treat directly on the breast of your white Led Zeppelin t-shirt (and no, you were not a fake fan).

Two, Changbin, the little shit, pointed and laughed as you desperately tried to clean yourself up with the awful dinging noise that indicated more customers and potential onlookers were filtering in, much to your dismay.

And three, from the other side of the small, ancient ice cream parlor, you heard a familiar voice call out your brother’s name.

No.

Oh no.

Please don’t tell me it’s…

You and Changbin looked at each other and he donned a shocked face while you wore a terrified one. He whispered as the three men made their way toward your booth. “I swear I didn’t say anything to them. You’ve got to believe me. I–”

This can’t be happening to me…

You desperately took all the napkins and tried to get the remnants of the sugary treat off your shirt, but it was no use. The pink, sugary treat had entirely soaked through. When you looked back up, the three men were staring at you. Well. More like staring at the object of your complete demise.

After they all took a good, long look at your breasts, Chan cleared his throat and elbowed the men on each side of him. “Oh! Hey noona! We didn’t expect to see you two here!”

You met eyes with all three men. Jisung, who had a worried, but welcoming expression. Chan who had a strained but bright smile, and Minho who went from looking at your face to somewhere off to the side with his lower lip sucked in.

You went into fight or flight mode and you obviously chose the ladder. You flew out of your seat, pushing your way past Minho who inconveniently stood at the exit of your side of the booth, and ran from the parlor. You had embarrassed tears welling up in your eyes, but you willed them away. You could cry in the comfort of your own room.

“Noona!” You heard the velvety voice yell from behind you and you ran faster, knowing the owner of the voice was the worst of them.

You didn’t even realize you were outmatched in speed until you felt a hand wrap around your arm. You whipped around in terror as you saw a heavily breathing Minho gently grasping your wrist. “You– *huff* forgot this…” He was struggling to catch his breath as he held your purse out to you.

You kept your eyes glued to the pavement as he released your wrist and you nodded your head with a whispered and tiny “Thank you…” Not even sure he heard you as you gently grasped the small item from his outstretched hand.

You turned to continue getting home as fast as possible. “I’m sorry, noona…” You froze in your tracks at the three words. “Please don’t blame the others, I… I was the one that pressured you. Blame me.” 

You didn’t say anything or turn around, you just stood there with your eyes on the withering cracks of the sidewalk as he spoke.

“I know you probably hate me…” You winced. “But I really am sorry. We’ve all been shitfaced before, so we know how you feel–”

“No you don’t.” You interjected in a small voice again. Surprising even yourself. “I…” You sighed. Your mouth refused to say any more and your mind was still in flight mode. You had lost control over your anxious tears and you furiously wiped them away. You couldn’t think of anything to say. He was obviously waiting for a response and you were so inept at talking to people that you couldn’t will yourself to form any proper words. So you whispered out the only words that you had down to a T. “I’m sorry…” And then you were running again.

- - - - - - - - - -

You took one step forward and two steps back. You swore on your life that you would never see those men again and you repeatedly told your brother that. He kept on saying shit like “It’s not as bad as you think” and “They think it’s more cute than embarrassing”.

Bullshit.

You had always unintentionally worn your insecurities on the outside as if they were tattooed on your forehead. You could barely speak to anyone now, too anxious about how people would think of you if you said anything or stuck around too long. The only people you said more than a few words to were your coworkers and Changbin.

That wasn’t cute. It was pitiful.

Anxiety flared up any time a customer approached you and asked for help. You just quickly and quietly directed them to a regular customer service employee. It’s not like you didn’t know the answers to their question, hell, you had been working there for six years, you knew this cozy, backstreet bookstore like the back of your hand. But speaking to customers was damn near impossible.

It was more of a vintage lounge. Where books were either bought new or recycled as books that had been loved and then discarded. It was deceptively large on the inside, it just seemed small because there were so many narrow rows and nooks where you would find either rows and rows of books, or small, hidden areas with cozy furniture to lounge around and read in. Although it was aged and isolated, you loved this place more than anything in the world.

Your boss was more than accommodating after your… incident a couple of years back, and she basically made you a special role to help out with the shop in the background. You were in charge of bookkeeping, organizing, pricing, cleaning, stocking snacks for the customers, and best of all, reading. You were accountable for adding to the shelf of ‘SHOP FAVORITES’ and that was everything you could have asked for. You could have kissed your boss if she wasn’t a seventy-year-old married woman.

Because you did all of this, she assured you that you wouldn’t have to speak to a single customer other than to redirect them to another clerk. That other clerk being the freckled, ray of sunshine in your life.

“NOONA!” You swiveled your head towards the familiar voice coming down the aisle, only briefly seeing his long, blonde head of hair before he crashed into you in a suffocating embrace. “I’ve missed you!” He wouldn’t let go and you smiled at how endearing it was. You hugged him back and patted his head.

“Felix, I literally just saw you the day before yesterday.”

He released you and looked dumbfounded. “It’s really only been that long? It feels like it’s been ages!” You giggled. It had taken a while to get used to Felix. At first, you were terrified of his boisterous demeanor and persistent attempts at befriending you. It didn’t take long for him to charm you into warming up to his sweet, bubbly personality.

Without a doubt, you could say he was your best friend.

He took your hand and led you to one of the reading nooks in the very back of the winding aisles and narrow hallways of the store which people rarely went to. This was yours and Felix’s ‘semi-secret hideout’ where he liked to gossip (although you really had nothing to gossip about).

“So, have you seen them again?” You cursed ever telling Felix about your fiasco. It had been a couple of weeks since the hell you went through at the ice cream parlor and you only went out if it was absolutely necessary.

“No, Felix. And I WON’T see them again. I’ve already told you this.” You sighed and crossed your legs on the comfy, beaten-up lounge chair that you had stuck your claim on when you and Felix conquered this part of the store.

“Aww come on, beautiful! You’re going to be single forever at this point! You’re not getting any younger you kn–”

“I know. I know. You’ve said it all before… Plus, those are Bin’s friends! I can’t go out with them even if I wanted to!” You reiterated.

“Why not? In my opinion, that’s the best-case scenario! He obviously already approves of them. Are you telling me that none of those men seemed attractive to you?”

You stayed silent. You couldn’t tell Felix that those men were the most beautiful beings you had ever laid eyes on or else he would never stop bugging you about it. Might as well give a vague answer. “...I never said that…”

“SEE!!” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not in a million years.” He had a cheeky smile on his face and you put your head in your hands. “Speaking of dating…” Oh no, here we go again. “When are you going to set me up with that hunky brother of yours?”

“Felix. You saw him one time for two minutes when he brought me some tampons. Hardly the first impression, don’t you think?” You scoffed at your best friend’s obsession with your brother. It was only based on the fact that “he’s sooo muscular” or “he has the cutest smile” according to Felix.

“That’s the thing! Only the sweetest of men would bring their baby sister something so private!” He looked up at the ceiling dreamily.

“Hey! I’m older than him! HE is MY baby brother!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you’re ancient.” You tried to slap him, but he slithered away before you could, standing and running off with a maniacal giggle. You stood up as well and huffed out a laugh and shook your head, smiling at the amusement and fondness the ray of sunshine brought you.

You figured you had better get back to work as well. Let’s see, what were you needing to do next?

Before you even had a chance to finish that thought, you froze in fear as you heard someone shuffling down the aisle leading to your private nook. Please tell me it’s Felix because I am absolutely trapped.

Much to your dismay, it was not. And even more to your dismay, the features of the customer as you saw him start to round the corner to your little hideout were getting more and more familiar.

Run. There was nowhere to run. Could you hide? No, that’s ridiculous. He’s getting closer…

You froze in place and most likely looked like a frightened deer as he walked up to you with a bright smile.

“Chan…” You could barely even formulate his name off the tip of your tongue.

“Hey, noona! So good to see you! How are you?”

His smile was bright and your limbs went stiff and you hunkered down when he unexpectedly pulled you in for an engulfing hug. “W-w-w-w-wha–?!”

“I’ve been looking for you…” He cut off your panicked blabbering as he released you. “Changbin actually told me you work here. And your sweet little freckled coworker told me you’d be back here. He’s so cute and friendly!” Chan’s dimpled smile was mesmerizing and you knew Felix would melt if he knew this gorgeous man said that about him. “I really like this place! It’s got a mellow vibe.”

DAMN CHANGBIN! DAMN FELIX! DAMN EVERYONE!!! You made an oath to yourself to never talk to them again.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something…” You were almost on the brink of tears from your anxiety, but even your tear ducts were frozen in place along with your limbs as your arms curled in on themselves. “I wanted to apologize…”

Your doe eyes switched to bug-eyed as their attention switched from the aged carpet on the floor, to his bashful face. Why would he be apologizing?

“We never meant to embarrass you… When we met you at the restaurant, we thought you were pretty cool. Cute even.” CUTE?! You suddenly couldn’t breathe. “Anyway, we’re unbelievably sorry that we pressured you and made you sick. But most of all, we’re sorry that we have made you uncomfortable with us on several accounts.”

You didn’t know how to respond, (no surprise there). Not only because you were a major pussy, but because of the unexpected apology. Because he was being so kind and gentle to you. Most of all, it’s because his smile eased all of your tension and made you want to open up to him. That had never happened to you with a stranger and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

“This might be too much to ask, but do you think you would consider coming out with us to go bowling? Changbin will even be there…” He sounded so hopeful and his expression was pleading.

These men were apparently beyond sorry for the impression they gave you. Minho had done a full-on sprint just to give you your purse that Changbin could have easily brought you later on. And Chan even hunted you down to formally apologize and ask for another chance.

“There will be no more alcohol this time…” He said in a cute and hopeful voice that made you escape a tiny giggle behind your hand, surprising yourself and causing him to give you a gorgeous smile that made you weak at the knees.

“I… I will think about it…” You couldn’t look him in the eyes as you said it. Instead, you looked at the dilapidating bookshelf off to his right.

“Yes! A maybe is better than a no! Thank you, noona... Really.”

You offered him a tiny smile and then looked away again.

“Well then, I might see you on Saturday then. I’ll let you get back to work.” He said as he walked off backward with a wave and a blinding smile.

This was going to be terrifying.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Noona! Aren’t you coming?!” Changbin yelled from the hallway.

Again, you were holed up in your room. Well, your ensuite to be more exact, looking in the mirror and being terrified of going out with people again. You had changed clothes and then changed them again. Repeating this process and never being satisfied. You had too many doubts to be confident in your attire or your makeup.

You were going to be honest with yourself. You hadn’t tried nearly as hard to look good when you were about to meet them at first, but now that you know that they all look like damn swimsuit models, well… let’s just say that you were definitely more aware of your external appearance.

“I’m coming in, noona!” You heard the door to your room open.

“In here…” You said quietly.

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and smiled. “Well now, don’t you look fancy? Trying to impress, I see?”

You glared at him in the mirror and then went back to stressing yourself out. “Changbin, I should probably just stay home… I don’t think I can do this…”

“Of course you can! You can do anything you set your mind t–”

“Don’t start that with me again. I look like trash! I look super weird in these clothes, I can’t seem to get my makeup right, and even if I did, I feel like I would just get made fun of!” You turned and looked at your worried face in the mirror again.

Changbin stepped up to you and turned you to look at him. You freaked out when he pulled out a wipe to remove your makeup and started removing your hard work, grabbing the back of your neck to keep your head in place.

“Changbin-ah! What the heck?!”

“Shush. You’re not satisfied because you look like a fucking clown with all of this on.” He finished and turned you back to the mirror. “You look more like yourself when you’re not hiding behind a shield of makeup. Very pretty.”

You pushed him away lightly. “Ugh. You have very unconventional standards for what is pretty, loser.” He just chuckled at you and leaned against the counter to watch you. You took a good look at yourself and saw a desperate woman trying to fix the impossible. You sighed. “Well I’m at least going to put concealer and mascara on, you can’t stop me from doing that…”

He chuckled and stood upright again waving his hand as he departed. “Fine, fine. That’s fair.” He paused and looked back at you in the mirror. “And change clothes, will ya? We’re going bowling, not clubbing.”

You threw your comb at him and he ran off giggling. You huffed and rolled your eyes. Okay, you can do this…

- - - - - - - - - -

Just like clockwork, you hid behind your baby brother as he led you through the entryway to the bowling alleys. He would periodically peer back at you to make sure you hadn’t taken a break for it and ran back home. “Chill would ya? You’ve already met these guys!”

You whisper-yelled back. “That doesn’t make it any easier!”

He huffed out a half-chuckle as he stepped up to the counter to claim the bowling shoes, the guys already had claimed an alley so you didn’t need to check in for one.

You had never bowled in your lifetime so you knew you would embarrass yourself to mortification if you attempted it. Needless to say, there was NO WAY you would be playing.

As you walked over to their section, you subconsciously smoothed out your clothes for any wrinkles. You had ended up wearing a casual spaghetti strap skater sundress due to the hot summer weather. You usually didn’t show much skin, but you really wanted to try and look pretty.

“Noona! Oh my god, I’m so happy you came!” Chan bounded over to you when you and Changbin walked up to your group’s aisle and wrapped you in a big hug. You froze and your face heated up tremendously. This man was… very familiar with people.

“Geez, Chan-hyung! You’re going to kill her! Since when do you get to hug her?!” Jisung stood up and whined.

Chan moved from a full frontal hug to standing to your side with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. “What? Oh, me and her are best friends now, right noona?” You couldn’t look at any of them in the eyes as you went paralyzed. How could this man be so bold?

You heard someone chuckle from behind you. And you went rigid. You minutely relaxed when you watched said man walk around you, juggling handfuls of drinks and snacks. “Looks like you got rejected, hyung. Maybe try for someone with zero standards.” Minho teased.

Chan released you to try to square up to Minho, but he was too intimidated by the stoic looking man. Your eyes met with the cat-like orbs of Minho’s eyes and you instantly looked down again, lightly blushing for some reason. Why can’t you make eye contact with him?

Your eyes widened as you saw him step up to you, crossing his arms. “You ready to play with some balls?” You whipped your head to look at him, eyes widened with shock. He wore an amused smirk. “I meant bowling balls. Tsk tsk tsk. What a dirty mind you have, noona.”

You were sure your face was beet red and finally your brother stepped in. “Okay okay guys, that’s enough. Anyway, she swore on her life that she wouldn’t be playing, just watching.”

“Oh come on, noona! Play with us! We’ll help you!” Jisung was shining a persuasive smile at you and you hated yourself for still not being able to say anything. He was just as mesmerizing as the others and you couldn’t help but smile at his cute, cheeky grin.

Unfortunately, Minho must have taken that smile as a yes.

“C’mon, let’s go pick your ball.” Minho then proceeded to grab your hand and lead you back to where the balls were sitting on racks that looked way too flimsy to be holding that amount of weight. 

“W-w-wait! I-I–” You managed to stutter out the first (almost) words since you arrived and he cut you off…

“Do you know what size you like?” He gave you a suggestive smile with an eyebrow raised when he stopped at a rack. You swear, there was no way you were going to be able to stop the violent rushing of blood to your cheeks at all that night. You shook your head no. “I need some words. I know you can talk. Let me hear that voice again…”

You peeked up at his eyes and he was hunkered down to try and meet his line of vision with yours. You couldn’t look at him when you spoke. “No…” Why was your voice so tiny?

“No to what? To speak? Or your preferred size?” Damn his suggestive smile to hell.

“I don’t know what–”

“I can’t quite hear you, angel. I need you to speak up.” ANGEL?! How the fuck could you speak if he talks to you like that?! You squeaked and his smile was blinding.

You looked down and cleared your throat. “I–I don’t know what size I like…” It was meek, but you succeeded in getting the words out at the proper volume.

He donned a half grin and cocked an eyebrow. “Interesting…” He turned and grabbed a pink, medium sized ball. “Let’s start you out light. Girls like pink, right?” You weren’t a super fan, but you could live with it.

You held the ball and immediately dropped it with a loud *thud*. You were mortified as people looked your way and you covered your face with your hands.

You froze when you felt a gentle hand rest on your shoulder. “Hey. It’s okay. This place was meant for balls to be dropped.” You peeked through your fingers and he was waggling his eyebrows at the innuendo. You couldn’t help but giggle behind your hands.

You finally got to see a genuine smile out of him and your hands fell from your face as you smiled back, miraculously making eye contact. However, your mind returned to you after a moment and you were bashful again. Did he think I was weird for smiling back? I probably looked desperate…

He bit his lip to hide his smile, saying something under his breath that sounded like ‘cute’, but you knew for sure that couldn’t have been right. “How about we try the lightest one, yeah? Do you want me to find you another pink one?” He tilted his head and you thought it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen.

“Um. No thank you… pink isn’t really my color… but I don’t really have a preference either way…”

He raised his eyebrows. “Wow… I finally got more than a few words out of you! We are making a breakthrough, noona!” He said it like he had found a hidden treasure and you felt the corners of your mouth turn up. “How about this one?” He handed you a smaller, dark green one and it was still heavy, but light enough for you to hold.

You nodded your head. “I like this one…”

He smiled and took it from you, guiding you by hand back to your group's aisle. Your eyes wide and bashful as you watched his fingers wrapped around your own.

“Took you long enough! Let’s get started!” Changbin whined at you and you were still too focused on the warmth of Minho’s hand to give a retort back.

When you sat down to put on your designated shoes, Jisung changed his seat to be right next to you. You tensed up with the proximity. “Don’t worry, noona. We all suck ass at bowling. We will go first, though, so you can see how it’s done.” You continued to tie your shoe as you nodded at his suggestion. However, you felt the man poke your arm and startle you. “You don’t say much, do you?”

You peered back and forth between his eyes and the floor and tried to think of something to say. “I-I’m not sure what to say…”

He smiled endearingly. “Well, take your time. No pressure.” He offered a sweet smile and you couldn’t help but give a small smile back. A chill ran through your body when he briefly smoothed his hand over the upper part of your back consolingly. The heat from his hand on your bare skin lingered as he stood up.

When you watched Jisung as he left you, you met eyes with Minho who had silently been analyzing your interaction. You immediately looked back at your shoes and pretended to keep tying them repeatedly.

You watched the men play, each of them hitting at least one pin. For some reason, Minho did a really unique pose to “hopefully conjure luck” and, surprisingly, he hit more than half the pins. He waltzed up to you. “Never fails.” He winked and sat down next to you. “Your turn, blow us all away.” You felt the heat radiating off of him and you bit down on your lower lip.

You were shaking with nerves as you stood up and retrieved your ball. Giving a worried look to the men watching you from behind as you stood up to the toe line. “Confidence is key!” Changbin yelled out.

You meekly nodded and faced forward again, taking in a deep breath. Okay, prepare for embarrassment in three, two, one…

You pulled the ball back like you saw the others do and swung it forward. However, you had let it go too late and the ball was tossed up in the air high enough to make it fall with a loud *boom*! Your body curled in on yourself and your anxiety shot through the roof. Again, you were mortified by the onlookers and afraid to turn around.

Right as you saw the ball roll into the gutter and you hid your face with your hands, you heard loud cheering and clapping from behind you. You turned around and glared at the pure sarcasm of their jeering. Changbin was laughing hysterically and the others were cheering with endeared smiles as they clapped. 

You walked back with your shoulders tensed up and an annoyed expression on your face as your brother made fun of you and the others were cooing at you with a “So cuuute!” from Jisung, making you flustered as hell.

Minho had a smile on his face, but laughed at Jisung. “Hannie, your first time was way worse than that!” The squirrel-like boy just narrowed his eyes at him with a scowl.

You plopped back down in your seat and sulked as you crossed your arms. Again, your whole body went stiff when Minho reached his arm back to lay it on the back of your seat. He wasn’t technically touching you so it wasn’t too amicable, but that didn’t make it any less nerve wracking. 

He just continued talking casually to the group. “I’m telling y’all, you gotta be creative with your poses. It’s foolproof!” You chuckled and felt his eyes on you, but you refused to look back at him. Instead, you watched your baby brother make a pose that would put you in the hospital from humiliation if you had done it. He managed to knock over a few pins and raised his fists.

“Hell yeah, hyung!” Changbin walked up and high-fived Minho, but he used his other hand, keeping his occupied one firmly on the back of your chair.

You watched one by one as the rest of the guys tried ridiculous poses for their turns and you giggled at every attempt and gawked at their minor successes. “Your turn, noona! Make us proud!” Chan’s excited voice rang out.

Your face paled when the arm that was behind you moved forward to wrap around your shoulder with an excited squeeze. Your mind went blank as the skin-on-skin contact scorched you to the bone. “Let’s see what pose you’ve got ready for us.” Your face swung around to Minho in terror at his response and you quickly realized how close he was to your face. Your face flushed violently and you looked down, shaking your head frantically.

“No no no no no, there’s no way I can do that…” You stood up and away from his touch that was making you dizzy and hugged yourself defensively.

“Oh come oooon, you pussy! We all did it!” You glared at Changbin.

“Hey, no pressure, noona. You can do whatever you want.” So far, you hadn’t seen Minho act so soft and it did something to your heart. They really wanted to show you how they didn’t want to pressure you again. They did care about your comfort.

You felt endeared as you stepped up to the line and took a look back at their smiling faces, Minho casually standing at the edge of the wooden platform with his hands in his pockets to watch. You looked forward again in exasperation. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.

You proceeded to hunker your legs down and roll that bitch of a ball in between your legs ‘grandma style’ putting enough force behind your swing to make sure that the ball had at least some velocity. You refused to look behind you as you watched the ball slowly roll down the alley. Wait. It…it’s staying centered… No fucking way…

You managed to make the ball, albeit slowly, hit one of the side pins and knocked down more than a couple of them. Your face lit up and you jumped over to the guys. “Did you see that?!” They were all clapping with proud faces. “It worked, Minho!” You jumped up and hugged him around his neck, too giddy to realize what you were doing.

You only came back to earth when he unfroze himself and wrapped his arms around your waist to return the embrace tentatively. You flew off of him as if he were made of fire, your face surely feeling like it. Has it been this hot in here the whole time? “Oh god! I-I-I’m-I’m sorry!” 

You would probably never be able to look in his eyes ever again. His face went from pure shock to a crooked smile and he huffed out a chuckle. “Cute…” Holy shit… okay, maybe you will retract that last thought… Your smile was unbidden and you watched with amusement as they all were being utterly ridiculous the rest of the night.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Why, Bin. Just why are you so adamant about having me hang out with you and your friends?” You crossed your arms at the dinner table and sat back, too full to even look at the food without groaning.

“Because they like you! For some reason they think you’re cool to hang out with.” He teased and you threw a piece of your kimchi at him.

“I don’t know about that, they are just being nice. I don’t think they actually want me to butt into y’alls ‘guy time’ or whatever. I’m hardly a talker, I’m too shy to do anything fun, and it’s even hard for me to talk sometimes!”

He rolled his eyes. “Well you weren’t like that before–” He cut himself off and looked frustrated.

A spark lit in you. You couldn’t control the annoyance that bled through. Why did he always have to bring that up? “Before what? Go ahead and say it, Bin. It’s not like I don’t already know!”

He glared back at you and let loose. “You weren’t like this before Dad died! You didn’t give two shits when Mom left without a trace! But you can’t be holed up in this fucking crypt for the rest of your life, noona! He’s gone, stop acting like this house he left behind for you is keeping him alive! Of course you are uncomfortable with people! It’s because you’ve got your head stuck in the past!”

Your eyes grew wide, as did Changbin’s, as if he didn’t believe what came out of his own mouth. Both of you were frozen and a powerful emotion rose up in your throat. Your brain was too overwhelmed to process exactly what it was. You felt that same emotion shoot straight up into your eyes and you finally found out what the feeling was. Your lower lip quivered. Your eyebrows scrunched together. Then, you finally felt the first droplet fall from your tear duct onto your unfinished sweet potatoes.

You stood up. “N-noona wait–” You didn’t even put your plate away, you just calmly walked to the stairs. “Noona, please! I’m sorry…” You heard him get up from his seat to follow you and you turned around and put a hand in front of you to ward him away.

“Don’t…” Your voice wavered as you felt the tears fall unbidden. “You can talk all you want, Changbin. But YOU weren’t the one who had to finish raising your younger sibling through the last couple years of high school! YOU weren’t the one who found his fucking dead body! It was ME, Changbin. ME.” You couldn’t even see him properly anymore through your blurred vision. “It was ME who had to take care of everything they left behind. It was ME who…” You had to supress a sob as you uttered the words. “...who should have been here for him when he…” 

You couldn’t even finish the thought. Flashbacks sending you to when you had stepped out to grab groceries for your dad while Changbin was at football practice, only to find your father on the floor of the kitchen, dead from a heart attack when you returned.

“Just…” You choked back a sob and he looked absolutely distraught. “I know I was asking for it, but… just don’t talk to me, Bin…” And with that, you quickly marched up the stairs and locked your bedroom door. 

You went on autopilot, having done this countless times before. You grabbed a pillow and blanket from your bed. You trudged into your ensuite. Finally, you shut yourself in your closet where you always went to cry because you knew Changbin couldn’t hear your sobbing from there. Then you let loose.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Hey, noona… I brought you some coffee…” Felix sat the hot beverage down next to the small lamp on the side table of your guy’s hideout as you did the bookkeeping for the store. That’s where you always liked to do it because it was nice and quiet and you could concentrate.

You pushed your reading glasses up on your nose and looked up at him from your comfy armchair. “Thanks, Lixie. I appreciate it…” You put down your pen and took a sip, warmth instantly spreading through your bones.

“Are you feeling any better? I know you’ve been kinda down today…” 

You puffed out a long sigh. “I’ll be fine… Time heals all things.” You gave him a forced smile and he gave one back, kissing your forehead and leaving to get back to work.

The finances were hard to figure out at first, but now it was a piece of cake. You had no problem just diving in and getting shit done. You almost enjoyed it. You even had a system. You sat cross-legged on your commandeered chair, throw pillow on top of your legs to support your laptop, and a notebook, pen, and calculator on the arm of the chair. Once you were in the zone, nothing could–

“Who uses a physical calculator anymore?” You shrieked at the unexpected voice who had creeped up on you and jolted so hard that all of the items on the arm of the chair (thankfully not the laptop) went crashing to the ground.

You looked up and saw Lee Minho casually leaned up against one of the bookshelves as he raised a judgemental eyebrow at you amusedly.

You put the laptop on Felix’s chair to quickly crouch down to retrieve the items, but you were met with Minho's face - the most handsome face you had ever seen - just mere centimeters from your own as he bent down to pick up the items as well. He seemed just as surprised as you were, but neither of you moved. Just for a tiny moment, you stared straight into his eyes. And with your proximity, you could see every fleck of beautiful chocolate brown in his otherwise dark eyes. They were dazzling.

You subconsciously licked your lips and the spell was broken as soon as his eyes drifted down to seek out your action. You woke up from your haze and squeaked again, standing ramrod straight and rigid as you took a long step back. “W-w-w-w–” Here we go again with the stuttering… “W-why are you here?!” You shyly looked around you as if he had walked in on you naked.

He just smirked and picked up the fallen items and placed them on the small side table. “Chan-hyung said I might be able to find you here.” He took a step towards you and you took another step back, earning a beautiful smirk from him.

“W-why did you need to find me?” Your eyes were darting everywhere away from his gorgeous face.

“I needed to see you.” He had a teasing tone in his voice and he stepped towards you once more. Much to your dismay, your next step back had pressed you up against the bookshelf that lined the wall of your little nook. He chuckled as he took the last step forward and you pressed yourself as much as you could into the bookcase.

“N-needed to?” You still couldn’t look at him as he let out a little ‘mhm’. “Why would you–” You habitually cleared your throat. “–need to see me?”

He smirked and you saw him slowly raise his hand toward your face. Your eyes bugged out and then you closed your eyes to scrunch them inside your brain in fear (and anticipation) of what he was going to do. You heard a chuckle and then something moving beside your head. You opened your eyes to see that he had grabbed a book off the shelf right next to your head and stepped back to examine it, sitting down in your special chair in the process. You were gobsmacked.

“Have you read this one?” You had. All of the books in your little nook had been read by you and kept safe back here. Two ceiling sized bookcases packed full of your favorite books. You knew by heart the exact one he was holding. You gave him a small nod and he turned it in his hand. “Hmmm… Lady Chatterley’s Lover. I’ve never heard of this one.” He looked back up at you with a stunning half grin. “So cute, you’re a romantic.” He said in a condescending tone like you were a baby. If only he knew the contents of that book.

You stayed silent. You certainly couldn’t tell him that the book was one of the earliest smut novels ever released, even if you did want to correct his assumption of it being a normal frivolous romance in its contents. That would just be sad considering that you have barely any romantic experience…

“Want to summarize it for me?” He stood up and stepped towards you again.

Your heart fell out of your ass and there was no way he missed the pink hue spreading across your cheeks. “U-u-um y-you were going to tell me why you needed to see me…” You squeaked out. You looked down shyly. At least you got to change the subject.

He huffed out amusedly. “You’ve been avoiding us. More importantly–” He reached beside your head to put the book back. “–your brother.”

He was too close for comfort and your face was heating up at an alarming rate.

“Do you not like us, noona?” You saw him keep his hand on the bookshelf. He was keeping his arm locked beside you. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Your eyes kept drifting back to his face and he looked like he was studying you. “Because that would be a shame… I thought we were making a breakthrough…”

He finally moved his arm and you took a much needed breath, not knowing that you had mostly been holding it that whole time.

However, the relief was short lived and the anxiety was multiplied tenfold when he placed his hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it. He was so close… “Did we do something wrong?” He looked genuinely worried and you finally met his eyes with shock.

“N-No!” You brought your hands up to emphasize your denial, but you quickly realized that the movement placed your hands directly on his chest. He looked down at your quickly retreating arms. “I-I’m so sorry!”

He looked back at your face and tilted his head. “You don’t have to be so shy around me, you know?” He let his hand slide down to gently squeeze your bicep. “Although, I do admit, it’s incredibly adorable.” He flashed a crooked smile and your entire body turned a deep shade of crimson.

“W-w-w-wha–?!”

“So if you don’t hate us, can you hang out with us again? Please? We really do like you, no joke.”

This conversation was more genuine than you had expected of Minho. You hadn’t known him long, but he usually seemed more blasé or teasing. You sighed in defeat and looked down. “Just… just let me know when you are all hanging out next…” You couldn’t look at him as you said it, but you could see from the corner of your eye that he was smiling.

“Will do.” Out of nowhere, he handed you his phone and you looked up at him with a confused expression. “Your number. Y’know, to keep you in the loop.”

“Oh…” You took the device and saved your contact.

“Cool, I’ll text you.” He squeezed your arm once more before stepping back, seeming to leave, but he reconsidered and turned back to you. He raised his hand and lightly flicked the side of your glasses. “By the way…” He tucked your hair back behind your ear like you had always read in your books and it made you blush for the umteenth time. “These glasses look really good on you.” You raised your head in awe of the compliment and he winked at you as he left you alone in your little nook again.

That man is beyond dangerous…

- - - - - - - - - -

And text you he did. A lot.

You learned that he was endearingly weird. He texted almost daily and it surprised you how much he could make you laugh. He would mainly talk about food and his cats, sending dozens and dozens of pictures of the cute furballs. His main focus was teasing you, though.

You were sure his cheesy flirting was just for fun… right?

That’s how he usually began a conversation, either a gif, a really hilarious picture of him, or his cute cats. This particular morning, it was an image of him. However, for the first time, it wasn’t a goofy one. 

Minho:

Hi hi hi~

*Image attached*

Morning hike

He had taken a selca of himself with a beautiful hiking trail behind him. Even though he didn’t have much of an expression, his face was beautiful in the morning light. You laid in your bed and curled in on yourself. How the hell do you respond to that?! You couldn’t exactly say that his face looked chiseled from marble, or how his hair looked like silk that you were dying to run your hands through, or how his lips–

You had realized you had zoned out looking at the picture and you shook yourself out of it.

Angel Noona:

That sounds nice

That was a normal answer, right?

Minho:

U should come w/ me sometime

UM WHAT??? You internally screamed and you were stunned with the line of text that stretched across your scratched phone screen.

Minho:

The trail is beautiful at sunrise

You squeezed your phone to your chest and tried not to act like a teenager with an obvious crush. You were even cringing at yourself.

Angel Noona:

That sounds nice

Minho:

Lol u sound like a broken record

You kicked yourself. You probably seemed like an idiot who didn’t know how to communicate like a normal human being… I mean, he wouldn’t be entirely wrong... You decided to roll with it.

Angel Noona:

…

…

That sounds nice

Minho:

LOL 😂 

What’re u doing right now?

Angel Noona:

Laying in bed

Minho:

Ahhh 😏

That sounds… inviting

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?!?! You saw the bubbles indicating his response appear and disappear several times. You shouldn’t have to worry about your damned heart rate by just texting a man.

Minho:

Well no need to laze around!

Up up up! 👏

U need to eat to stay healthy!

Angel Noona:

What I need is a better diet

Minho:

No u don’t

All u need is to be active!

Ur body is perfect as it is

You blushed furiously at his bold remark and you didn’t know how to respond. Before you could, though, he sent another message.

Minho:

U coming to the bonfire tonight?

Angel Noona:

...Um

...I wasn’t invited

Minho:

LOL ur pretty dumb sometimes

Angel Noona:

?!?!?!

Minho:

I just invited u, dumbass

A cute dumbass 😉

But still a dumbass

Your mind was racing and you were almost in a panic. Oh why. Just WHY did he have to play with your feelings so much?

 

Minho:

Changbin is working tonight so I’ll pick u up at 8

See u then!

Byyye~!

He had completely blindsided you and the only thing you could reply with was–

Angel Noona:

...Um ok

This night was not going to be good for your heart…

- - - - - - - - - -

You tentatively stepped into your worn-out sneakers at the door when you heard the doorbell and you gently opened the door to a handsome smirk. You shyly looked down, away from his eyes, and quickly realized that it was ten times easier to talk to him over text than in person.

He moved his head to try and put himself in your line of vision to catch your eye and you felt embarrassment wash over you that he even had recognized your bashfulness.

“Well hello to you too?”

You went bug eyed. “O-oh! S-sorry, um… hi Minho…” You blushed and looked away again. Why did you always have to sound so pitiful?

You heard him huff out a small chuckle and you froze when you saw his hand lift to your face and pinch your cheek. “It’s only been a week and I already forgot how adorable you are when you talk.” 

You must’ve looked shocked as you stared into his eyes and he released your cheek. Your hand instinctively caressed the spot that he had touched you so gently, as if you would get a second hand feeling from him directly. When you came back to reality, you realized he was laughing at you. You huffed out an annoyed breath and scrunched your face up to poke your tongue out at him petulantly. 

Once he was done cackling at your childish reaction, you decided to change the subject to something that had been pressing on your mind. “Um… will… will there be other people there?” You looked down at your outfit, just some jean shorts and tank top (secretly wanting to show more skin… for no particular reason of course…). “I-I might need to change if I will be meeting someone new…”

He smiled and gave you a painfully slow once-over, making you blush furiously (no shocker there). “Just you, me, Hannie, and Chan-hyung. Besides–” He stepped to the side to let you out. “–you look great.” 

Needless to say, you were exceptionally bashful the entire car ride to the bonfire. You were quiet, however, you were surprisingly becoming more comfortable with his company… and his constant teasing as he made it his mission to fluster you the whole way there with relentless mock-flirting.

When Minho led you around the side of the house of your destination, you saw the other two boys goofing off. You quickly realized that when they said ‘bonfire’, it evidently only meant a large fire pit in the pasture behind Jisung’s parent’s house. Apparently they were gone for the weekend and Jisung was going to reap the benefits.

“Noona! You came!” Jisung had obviously already had a drink or two as he ran over to wrap his arms around you. You just went stiff, but you ended up shakily placing your arms loosely around him to return the hug with a shy smile. After Jisung, Chan wrapped his arm over your shoulder and started walking you further out into the backyard.

“We’ve missed you! Don’t disappear on us again, okay?” He talked sugary sweet before Minho pulled you away from him with a glare at his elder. You definitely didn’t want to unpack that reaction. 

Minho offered you a seat on an old, worn out cushioned bench with a thick blanket draped over it so you would have a clean place to sit. It was surprisingly comfortable, and you folded your legs up underneath you to snuggle into the plush backing. Chan spoke once again. “I didn’t know if you wanted any alcohol, so I brought soda, juice, and some fruity concoction I thought you might like.” You smiled. That was so considerate of him and you felt your heart swell.

“That’s… really nice of you, Chan… thank you…” Why did you always have to sound so meek? “I actually think I’ll take… um… can I have one of those ales or ciders or whatever it is you have there?” You nodded to the alcoholic drink in his hand. You were feeling risky that night, besides, all things in moderation, right?

He looked astonished. “Absolutely! Coming right up!” However, before Chan could reach in the cooler to grab it, Minho beat him to the punch, grabbing the said beverage and a beer with one hand, and carrying a blanket in the other. He looked nonchalant as he walked over and sat right next to you on the small bench.

He was silent as he handed the drink to you and fanned out the blanket. Your whole body tensed when he laid the single fabric over both of your laps and cracked open his drink. You were still looking at him in shock as he amusedly looked down at your drink and then back to your face.

By the time you realized you were gawking, your face steamed with embarrassment. “O-oh… thank you…” You started sounding small again and you bowed your head in thanks.

He chuckled and patted your bare knee under the blanket, sending a lightning bolt directly to your brain from the contact of his skin on yours, creating a burst of dopamine. “No problem.” Why was his voice so velvety? You looked at the drink tentatively. Apparently it looked like an apple cider and you realized you didn’t have a bottle opener and you hoped it was a twist top. You tried desperately to twist it open until Minho snatched the glass container out of your hand and popped the cap like it was nothing. “There you go, angel.”

You sucked in a breath from the name that he apparently donned you with and you bit your lip to hide your smile. And of course he noticed.

He narrowed his eyes and gave you a crooked grin. “Keep the drinking to a minimum, angel~” He emphasized the last word with a smirk. You ducked your head as you took the beverage and lightly shoved him with your shoulder in retaliation.

He cackled and you hesitantly held the lip of the bottle to your lips. You took a small sip and smacked your lips to analyze the taste. It was delicious. You eagerly raised the bottle to your lips again and took a big swig. “Woah woah little lady! Take it slow ya drunkard.” Jisung drunkenly tried to wedge himself between you and Minho on the tiny bench and only ended up sitting halfway on Minho and the other half on you. “We’ve got aaall night.” He was leaning all the way into your space and you felt slightly claustrophobic.

He flashed you a wink and you shyly giggled while looking away from his antics. “Fuck off, Sung!” Minho pushed him off and he stood with a pout. “Your gonna fucking crush us!” Minho scooted closer to you, pressing up against you to keep the quokka looking man from trying again. Your eyes widened and your eyes were glued to his manspreading underneath the blanket he shared with you.

You took another huge swig of your drink.

- - - - - - - - - -

You were at the bottom of your second bottle, but since it had a low alcohol content, you were only a little tipsy… (okay, maybe more than a little) “Okay, noona. I’m cutting you off now.” Chan pointed a finger at you and you pouted.

“But it’s so good Channie!” The man shyly chuckled but shook his head.

“Sorry, girly. I won’t be swayed.” You guzzled the rest of your drink and leaned your head on Minho’s shoulder while pouting your lip at him. “Minnie, can I please have one more?” You weren’t in the mindset to have any shame.

His eyes widened at your proximity and he bit his lip briefly. “I think he’s right, noona. Let’s just listen to Sung try to play the guitar while he’s sloshed…” He reluctantly looked away and your eyes stayed glued to his perfect face as the music started.

- - - - - - - - - -

You all sat around listening to music, hearing hilarious stories of the three of them and Changbin, and eating delicious smores that melted in your mouth just right. It had been about an hour and you had definitely sobered up since they cut you off.

However, you were starting to get incredibly sleepy. You started nodding off and of course Minho noticed. You went completely stiff when you felt his hand loop around your head to slowly tilt your head onto his shoulder.

WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD YOU DO?! Take your head off and offend him? Or keep your head there and deal with the embarrassment later? Your head was in a mess and, needless to say, you were no longer anywhere near sleepy now.

He returned his hand to its original place in between the two of you. Much to your dismay, that happened to be right next to your own hand. You didn’t know if he could sense that you were as stiff as a rock, but, just for a moment, you let yourself bask in it all. 

You listened to the cicadas sing. The crackling of the fire. Jisung and Chan casually chatting amongst themselves. You could tell that your body was involuntarily relaxing against him, sinking into his warm support and you let yourself pretend that you were in some normal girl’s shoes. One who isn’t afraid to speak to someone or touch a man or lean into him or try to kiss–

“Hey, we’re ready to wrap it up for tonight, you staying here?” Jisung’s sobered up voice rang out.

“Yeah you guys can go. I’ll wait for her to wake up, then I’ll douse the fire.” Minho quietly responded.

“Cool. G’night, man.”

You heard the other two men walk away and their car doors slam right before they drove off. You were paralyzed. You didn’t know if you should pretend to wake up or if that would give away the fact that you were awake the whole time. You should probably–

…

His hand was moving, fidgeting, doing something right next to yours. You were abruptly hyper-focused on his movements and you didn’t want to do anything to make him redirect any of his actions. Did he notice that you were holding your breath?

You mentally cursed when your finger eagerly twitched. Please tell me he didn’t notice.

Your breath was still held when you felt him move more purposefully and you were pretty sure that you died when he slid his hand into your own. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! What was he doing?! Was he trying to kill you?! Or was he just playing you? You let out the breath you were holding, knowing that it was a bad idea, but you returned the action by letting your fingers interlace with his.

“I know you’ve been awake the whole time, you know?” Your eyes shot open. “You can give up the act now.” You knew it would kill you to look at him, but you slowly rose up from his shoulder, blinking your eyes over to his for a half of a millisecond and then to the ground with a lowered head. He squeezed your hand under the blanket when you tried to let go and you bit your lip.

“I–I’m sorry…” You whispered.

“Hey, noona…” His words were low and gravely.

You were definitely not prepared when he grabbed your chin with his other hand and slowly turned your head to make eye contact with you. His face was focused and analytical as his eyes searched back and forth between your own.

“Why were you pretending?” Even though he had a hold of your chin, you still looked down and your face’s temperature raised at an alarming rate. Your eyes darted to his lips when you saw the movement of him wetting them with his tongue. You didn’t know why, but you moistened your own as well. He muttered in a voice so low you almost missed it. “Changbin is going to kill me…”

You thought you had died before when he held your hand, but now he made your whole body set aflame. His eyes lowered to your mouth and cautiously pulled you in to press his lips against your own. Your eyes were blown wide and you stared in astonishment at his closed ones. The firelight flicked across his face and you were sure he was the most beautiful creature who had ever walked God’s green Earth.

You’d never been kissed.

You had no clue what to do and he hesitated when he felt that you weren’t reciprocating the action. Your heart dropped when he released your face and retreated his lips from yours. “Shit, fuck. I’m sorry, noona… I–” You cut him off when he tried to loosen his hand and you frantically grabbed it with both of your own.

He looked at you quizzically and you saw his ears tinged with a reddish color. “I…” You could barely choke the words out. “C-can… Can you do that again… please?” You probably sounded pathetic, but you couldn’t give two fucks once his face morphed into one of pure adoration.

With one of his hands held in a vice grip by yours, he pulled his other hand up to caress your cheek. His eyes scanned all over your face as he looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher. You licked your lips as his hand slid back to cup the side of your neck and he slowly pulled you close to press his lips against yours.

You closed your eyes this time when he did and you fell into the feeling of the kiss. His lips were warm and moist and your heart was beating at a hundred miles a minute. He continually released and kissed you again, moving his lips against your own stiff ones. 

“Is this okay?” He whispered against your lips and you pulled back and bit your lip when your eyes met. God, your face was on fire. 

Here we go, get ready to sound pathetic. “I um…” You cleared your throat. “I haven’t ever kissed anyone before…” You lowered your head in shame when his eyes bulged out of his head. “I… I don’t really know what to do…”

You knew you looked ashamed and you tensed up when you felt his hand let go of yours. However, a chill ran down your spine when he took your face in both of his hands to make you look him in the eyes.

“Don’t be shy, angel. You are so goddamned adorable I don’t know what to do with myself…” You bit back your bashful smile. His thumb ran over your cheek. “Do you want me to show you how?”

You narrowly nodded your head in his hands and he smirked, pulling you back in and pressing his lips to yours once more.

He was slow and patient. He released and connected slowly as you attempted to do the same, trying to keep your lips moist, but not slobbery. Slowly, his pressure increased and his hands floated down to the sides of your neck. You were almost hyperventilating from the tingly feeling in your stomach.

He pulled back minutely and you chased his lips, making him chuckle as he held you in place. He, once again, whispered against your lips. “Can I try something?”

Your mind was in too much of a haze and all you wanted was to be connected to him again. You whispered a tiny “Anything” and he harshly pressed his lips to yours once more, making you sigh in relief.

His lips were more opened when he kissed back and he tilted his head to get closer to you. You gasped when his tongue peeked out and caressed your lower lip. He did this again and again until he subtly tried to pry your mouth open with it. You hesitantly let him in and you felt sparks go off in your head when his wet muscle collided with your own.

The self-consciousness you felt when you let out a small moan was catastrophic. However, when you felt him smile against your lips, you couldn’t give two shits.

More, you wanted all of him, you wanted to touch him and be touched by him. You were even surprised by yourself when you looped your arms around his neck and folded a leg under you to sit crooked on the bench to lean into him more.

It was his turn to make a noise, a low grumble in his chest as his hands floated down to land on your waist. You became more and more bold as you sucked on his tongue and then let him do the same to you in return.

His grip on your waist tightened when you tried to rise up to get closer to him. “H-hey… slow down, angel…” You didn’t want to. You reattached your lips to his and he groaned in defeat. He let you lean on him and you laced your fingers in his fiery hair.

You decided you loved kissing. No, that’s not right… You loved kissing Minho.

You moaned again when he licked into your mouth and then bit your lip. You felt an unfamiliar feeling swim around in your core. Once again, he grabbed your face, but he had to try and pry your mouth off of his. You clung onto his shirt as the both of you panted and stared into each other’s eyes.

“Angel… we need to stop…” He sounded pained to say the words.

You kept your eyes on his spit-slicked lips and shook your head. “Don’t wanna…” Your voice was whinier than intended. You were afraid that if you stopped kissing him now, you would never have another chance again.

You lunged forward, trying to overpower his hold. For a moment, it worked. His resolve weakened momentarily when you sucked his lower lip into your mouth and then dove your tongue into his mouth. You could feel his lips try to hold back, but he couldn’t help but to return your kiss.

Once again, you were pulled back and you glared at him with a huff. He chuckled with a very quiet “cute”. He kept his grip firm as he kissed your forehead and then lowered his hands to your shoulders to keep you from lunging at him. “We can continue later, yeah? Your brother will be home soon and I don’t want him waiting up for you, angel.”

All you needed to hear was the fact that he wanted to continue as well. Your eyes finally drifted up from his lips to his eyes and you found them wide and smiling. Now that you weren’t in the haze that his lips brought to your mind, you blushed painfully.

He released your head when your hands flew up to hide your face. You whimpered as you nodded your head bashfully. 

“Hey–” He pried your hands from your face and you refused to look him in the eye. “What happened to the girl that just tried to lick my tonsils?” He leaned over to try and catch your eye and you scowled at his teasing face. 

You pushed him away and crossed your arms. “Shut up…” You mumbled.

Your embarrassment crumbled, however, when he gently turned your head and gave you a quick peck before standing up, holding a hand out to help you up as well. “Don’t be mad, angel. It turned me on so much I can’t see straight. It took everything in my power to make myself stop.” Your eyes bugged out as you took his hand and stood up. He winked at you and you knew you were ruined for this man.

- - - - - - - - - -

Minho:

What u doin right now?

Angel Noona:

🙃Working

Minho:

Interesting…

Angel Noona:

???

You didn’t get it. It was a full fifteen minutes after you responded and he still had not texted you back. He had been texting you constantly after the night of the “bonfire” and you still had not had the chance to see him all of the following week with both of your conflicting schedules.

You kept checking your phone every two minutes and still no response. Your head was spiraling. Did I say something wrong? Is he not interested in talking when I’m at work? Did he just ask to see if I was available? I wonder if he wants me as much as I want him. Did he already get tired of m–

Your spiraling was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Once again, you screeched and the book you were holding absently in your lounge chair in your hideout went crashing to the ground.

“You’re a little scaredy cat, aren’t you?” The red head remarked as he picked up the novel from the ground and set it on the side table. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you took in the sight of Minho’s evil smirk. Holy hell how is he always so beautiful?

He wasn’t wearing anything significantly notable, just a black t-shirt and some jeans. But, damn, was it the most delicious looking sight you had ever seen… (especially with how those pants hugged his thighs so delectably)

“You still there, angel?” Minho had stepped close to you and tapped your reading glasses. It was then that you realized you were mindlessly gawking at him and you cleared your throat and looked away.

“I– I…” You sucked in your lips, not trusting your voice. Your face was constantly red around this man. You still weren’t able to look at him, but your face formed a tiny, giddy smile.

A shadow passed over you and you looked up to see Minho hovering over you, his hands on each of the arms of your chair as he stared into your soul. “I don’t even get a hello? Should I leave?” He cocked his head with a cute lilt in his voice.

“N-No!” You bit your lip when you realized you had basically shouted that in his face. At the same time, cowering away because you had slightly jolted up and closer to his face. “H-Hi Minho…”

He sucked in his lips to hide his amused smile. “Hey there, noona.” He said it deeply and as low as a whisper and and you licked your lips, mind glitching from his proximity. “I’ve missed your cute little bashfulness. I thought I’d come see it firsthand and not over text.” He gave you a once over and also licked his lips, leaning in closer.

“Noona! You’ll never guess wha–” Felix’s voice rang as he quickly walked down the aisle, but cut himself off when he rounded the corner and saw Minho hovered over you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Felix squared up to Minho as the man calmly stood up to face the smaller boy.

You shot up out of your chair when you saw Felix try and get in Minho’s face and you stood between them. “Felix! Stop! It’s okay!” Felix looked at you skeptically and then back at Minho. You hadn’t spilled the beans yet about you and Minho’s rendezvous and you didn’t blame him for being startled.

You looked back at Minho who wore a stoic face as he stared daggers at Felix. How the fuck should you introduce him? You hadn’t established any kind of relationship and you definitely hadn’t slept with each other. What was Minho to you?

“Felix, this is… this is one of Changbin’s friends I told you about…” You used the fact that Minho was at your back to your advantage as you made a pleading face to make him understand and leave.

Your blessed best friend read your intent and released a smile that took up his entire face. “Ooooh yes, I see.” He bit his lip with giddiness and you rolled your eyes. “Okay! Don’t mind me! I’ll just talk to you later, noona.” He winked at you and then skipped off down the aisle.

You sighed in relief until you felt the tense presence behind you and you were suddenly afraid to turn around. You stood there momentarily and then you felt arms wrap around your midriff, making you gasp. You felt his hot breath across the left side of your neck and your heart hammered. “Who was that?” It almost sounded like a growl as he whispered the words.

You were breathing heavily with anticipation. “M-my best friend, Felix… He works here too.” You couldn’t control the airy tone to your voice.

“Hmmm…” You felt his breath raise to your ear. “Just a friend?” 

You couldn’t help but feel a hint of satisfaction with the semi-jealous remark. “Of course…” You tentatively turned around in his arms and placed your palms on his chest, eyes glued to them because there was no way you could look at his face when you said the words. “I… I only want you…”

He was silent for a moment and you helplessly looked up at him. He was staring down at you with a smile and you panicked when he lowered his face down to yours. “Is that so?” His grin was cheeky as his breath fanned across your lips. “Prove it…” He whispered and your resolve crumbled.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tentatively pressed your lips into his, your shyness slowly melting away once your wet tongues started colliding. 

Then you were hungry for more.

You started to put so much force into it, that he ended up being pushed back into your chair. He laughed as you put your hand over your mouth in astonishment of your actions. However, this was short lived as you saw a dangerous glint in his eye and you didn’t hesitate to connect your mouths once more.

At first, you just leaned over his seated form, but when your kisses became more eager, you placed your knees on either side of his legs, squeezed tight by the small armchair. He looked up at you in awe of your boldness and his eyes went dark when you curled your fingers into his ginger hair. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous…” He muttered against your lips. His hands stayed politely on your waist, but something inside you wanted more, not like you could ever initiate it though.

You couldn’t help but writhe around on his lap as you tried to get as close as possible to him in the small chair. You knew you would be mortified when your senses came back to you, but all you could focus on now was his wet tongue prodding inside your mouth as your panties started getting wet.

That was definitely a new development.

Of course you knew everything about the birds and the bees. I mean, you had read smut for heaven’s sake, you weren’t clueless. But you had never experienced anything first hand. And, man, the feeling made you ache in a way you had never experienced before.

You whined pathetically when his hands grabbed your hips to keep them in place as he lightly massaged you. “God, you’re trying to kill me, angel…” He growled against your lips. Once again, he had to hold you back from your continuous assault on his lips. You kept chasing him and he chuckled. “Baby girl, you’re at work. I promise we can continue this later.” Baby girl… holy fuck.

You huffed and dropped your forehead on his shoulder, hands grasped tightly onto his shirt. You closed your eyes and took a long, deep breath to cool yourself down. You were pissed at how right he was. You sat up and looked at him with doe eyes. “Promise?” You unintentionally went back to feeling small and weak next to him.

He chuckled at your change in demeanor and gave you a smirk. His face leaned into you and he trailed kisses up the side of your neck, making you gasp and quiver. He gave you a squeeze on the hips as he left a wet, open-mouthed kiss right under your ear. “I swear, angel.”

He laid one last chaste kiss on your cheek and helped you stand up.

He ended up sticking around and doing what he originally intended to do when he came. Listening to you read aloud, talk about each other’s likes and dislikes, and basically anything and everything you usually discussed over text, but actually getting to see and hear him directly.

He stayed most of the day and even helped you with a few tasks. You felt like you were in a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

- - - - - - - - - -

Unfortunately, Minho worked the next day, so you spent the whole day being as lazy as possible. That night, you had just stepped out of the shower and threw on an oversized t-shirt and some sleep shorts when you heard a noise from down stairs, specifically the noise of your front door code chiming with each digit. You froze, your heart beating out of your chest as you carefully listened to make sure your ears didn’t deceive you.

Sure enough, you heard the opening and closing of the front door.

Panic rushed through your body. Changbin wasn’t supposed to be home for another couple hours or so and he never gets off work early.

You rushed to your bed, freshly washed hair still dripping down your face and soaking your shirt. You got on the floor and pulled out your emergency baseball bat from under the frame. Sure, it wasn’t the best weapon, but it would at least do enough to help you escape if need be.

You were as quiet as possible as you made your way down the stairs and you heard footsteps getting closer right around the corner. Okay, this is no time to be a pussy, Y/N. You can do this.

You were shaking with every step you heard and your palms were sweating from where they held the bat. When you saw a shadow walk up to the corner, you swung your bat around and your weak arms landed a blow with a loud *thud*.

“MOTHER FUCKER!! WHAT THE HELL?!” Your heart dropped out of your ass when you heard the voice of the intruder. At the speed of light, you whipped around the corner and was mortified to see Minho laying on the ground, slightly bloodied hand as he held it over his cheekbone in pain.

You dropped to your knees and crawled over to him, bowing your head to the floor at his feet with a profuse repetition of “ohmygodimsosorry” and “pleaseforgiveme” and “donthatemeimsuchanidiot”. 

Eventually he groaned as he sat up and saw your pleading. You looked back up at him with tears in your eyes. Oh my god, what have I done?! Fuck. Shit. He hates me now. A single tear fell from your eye and he smiled at you softly, wiping the tear away and pulling you in for a tight hug. He kissed your hair and whispered a tiny “It’s okay, angel.”

- - - - - - - - - -

He winced as you delicately held the frozen pack of peas to his bandaged up cheek and you bit your lip in concern. He obviously noticed and held onto your unoccupied hand. “I know you’re uneasy around me sometimes, angel. But goddamn, you don’t have to try and kill me to get me to leave you alone!” He chuckled at his own sarcastic remark and the makeshift ice pack dropped to the floor when you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t blame you if you never talked to me again…” He gently grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands away from your teary-eyed face.

“Hey, look at me angel.” You looked up at him with a quivering lip from where you were seated next to him on the couch. “I was just joking, babe.” He said babe… “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. It’s my own damn fault for not warning you that I was coming to pick up my earbuds from Changbin’s room on my work break. I’m sorry, angel.”

He kissed your forehead and you scoffed as you wiped away a stray tear. “Why are you apologizing? You’re not the one that beat your crush to a pulp.” You looked down at your hands that he had grasped in his own, knees touching from your proximity.

“Crush, huh?” He had a mischievous tone in his voice and you looked up at the glint in his eye. “And here I thought we had gotten past that point…” He smirked at you and you obviously blushed.

“W-well, I don’t know what to call it!” You pulled your hands from his and crossed your arms as you looked at the floor.

You were less than prepared when he pushed you back by the shoulders down onto the couch cushions, your shocked eyes looking back into his smoldering ones as he hovered above you. “You can call it whatever you want to. If we’re just friends, then so be it. But if you want me to yourself…” He said as he slowly caressed your arm and did a once-over of your body. “...then just say the word and I’m yours.”

You felt every fiber of your being crackle like pop rocks with astonishment and your mind went blank. For once, you could think clearly without any ruminating or anxiety holding you back as you thought of your answer. “I… I really like you, Minho… I… I really want you to want me too…” You couldn’t look him in the eyes and your whole face was cherry red but your lids were hooded and your breathing was heavy with tension.

When you looked up at the man hovering over you to see his reaction, the smile that spread across his face was one of the most beautiful expressions you had ever seen. “Then I’m yours, angel.”

He immediately latched his lips onto yours and your hands flew up to wrap around his neck, your fingers intertwining in his red locks soon after. He quickly pried your mouth open with his tongue and normally you would worry that you were an awful kisser, but with the way he explored your mouth so enthusiastically, you decided you didn’t care.

The way he had his seated upper body pressed against you drove you wild. Your core was swirling with want and since you never really had experience with the feeling before, you couldn’t tame it.

You couldn’t control your body as it involuntarily arched up into him and your leg slowly started creeping up to lay on top of his slightly angled lap that leaned toward you. He groaned into your mouth and then breathed heavily when his body slowly moved to hover over you properly, kneeling on the couch to let you put your legs up to pull him closer.

His lids were heavy when he pulled back momentarily. “Angel, I think we need to–”

“No…” You adamantly cut off his anguished words with a whiny plea as you tangled your legs with his. You were slightly freaked out with how bold you were being, but you refused to let that get to your head and stop you.

He grunted when you pulled him flush to you and your hands naturally traveled all over his neck and back. He had one of his thighs in between your legs and you couldn’t explain the type of feeling you had when he pressed it up against you, all you could register was the embarrassing moan that escaped your lips.

You sucked your lips in your mouth and scrunched your eyes tightly with the mortification. You could feel his breath on your face as he looked down on you. “God, you’re so adorable.” You opened your eyes and whined at his patronizing remark.

“Minho! Don’t make fu–ahh–” You were cut off by another moan when he pressed against you again. Once again, you clamped your eyes shut and you couldn’t catch your breath. The pleasure his thigh brought you had an almost frightening effect on you. Your hands grabbed onto his biceps for dear life when he stopped moving. You looked up with pleading eyes.

“What do you want, baby girl?” His voice was a low growl as he teased you.

You bit your lip and took a deep breath, finally looking up at him with shaky eyes. “Can… Can you please do that again…?” You felt beyond humiliated for saying it out loud and your whole body turned an aggressive shade of red. Do I seem desperate? Am I a slut for wanting this? Why hasn’t he responded?!

Your ruminating ended when he ran his hand down your face with a wicked smile. His fingertips slowly ran down from your cheek, to your neck, down your decolletage and the side of your breast, finally ending its journey at the hem of your shirt, running his thumb just barely underneath to touch your bare skin. “Anything you want, sweet girl.”

You threw your head back again when he ran his whole thigh up between your legs, making your hips accidentally buck up. You squeaked out a ‘m-mm’ between your lips that were trying to hold back the humiliating noises, but Minho plunged in and there was no holding back. He latched his lips onto your neck and started licking and lightly sucking, leaving little wet kisses down the length of it. The noises tried to escape you, but you refused to let them.

He was slow with his movements, and you could feel his bulge press against your hip. The feeling made you terrified of the realization of what was actually happening, but you felt giddy that he was enjoying this just as much as you were. However, he only stopped after a few long strokes, removing his leg and pulling away to hover over you again

You huffed and cocked your head to look at him. He was slightly biting his lip, looking almost pained. “Angel, we really need to stop. We will have more time later, yeah?”

“B-but!” You whined and clung onto him, hiding your face in his shoulder. "But it hurts when you stop…” Your mind wasn’t able to focus on anything other than the aching between your legs. You rubbed your knees together to try and get some friction.

He looked down at your action and licked his lips. He chuckled shakily and caressed the bare skin of your waist where your shirt had risen up. “I know, baby. But I won’t have much willpower to not go further if I stay any longer.” Your ears burst into flames from the implication. “Can I help you with that some other time?” You shivered from his caress on your skin and his sugary sweet tone.

“I guess so…” You didn’t even realize that you started to sound so crestfallen and shy. However, you felt bashful as hell from how you were acting, so it was no surprise that you sounded like it. “I… I think I really like kissing you…”

He laughed at your honest remark and pushed some disheveled hair out of your face. “Oh yeah?” You looked away with a dusting of pink on your cheeks as you nodded. Another snicker escaped him. “Well…” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “We’ve got plenty of time to do that later.” 

He winked at you and you hid your face with your hands to hide your giddy reaction. You heard the click of his tongue and you peeked through your fingers. 

“You make it so hard to stop when you’re so goddamned adorable.” He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “It makes me want to ruin you, baby girl…” The gasp you sucked in almost choked you and your eyes went wide. He flashed you that beautiful, evil half grin he always donned and you bit your lip as your face burnt.

He sat up and removed his hovering body away from you, but you stayed layed and hidden behind your hands.

“D-don’t tease me, Min…” You didn’t even realize you had said the shortened name until you felt the scorching hot feeling of his hand on your bare thigh squeeze you.

“Min, huh? I like that.” You finally sat up, too intimidated to look at his face and felt your heart crumble when he stood up and turned back to you. “I promise we will have more time later, angel. I’ve got to get those earbuds and head back to work.” He held out his hand and you took it to stand up slowly.

You were surprised with the soft smile he gave you instead of his normal intimidating one.

After he retrieved the aforementioned item, he softly pecked your cheek at the front door. “I’ll text you, yeah? Don’t lock yourself away from me again while I’m gone, kay?”

You nodded and it was only when you looked back at the couch that you realized what you had done. HOLY SHIT! You had JUST RECENTLY had your first kiss and you were already ready to give away your whole body to this man!!!

…

He’s definitely worth it.

- - - - - - - - - -

It wasn’t long before you saw Minho again, he decided to take you out like a proper boyfriend. Dinner, the movies, all that fun stuff. You were surprised with how funny and how much of an oddball he was. After the encounter where you fucking nailed his beautiful face and cracked it open like an egg (to which the other boys taunted him about profusely), he wanted to slow down with you, much to your dismay.

Even when you two were alone, he didn’t try anything, even if your thirsty ass wanted to be all over him. After about a month of that happening, your thoughts started spiraling down with anxiety and insecurities. He is sick of me. I wasn’t any good and now he is letting me down easy. I should have known that a man like him would never want to be with someone as pathetic as me. I should just make it easy for him and shut–

“NOONA!” Changbin shouted, shaking you from your thoughts.

“Huh? What?” You fumbled out of your daze as you fixed your eyes on your brother.

You and all of the guys were hanging out at your house in the living room for a movie night. Changbin sat in the armchair while you, Minho, Jisung, and Chan huddled on the sectional. You curled in on yourself with anxiety when all the guys watched Minho wrap his arm around you when you got settled in on the couch.

Before you and Minho went on your first official date, you had told Changbin. It was like he went through several stages of introspectiveness. First, he was quiet, like he wasn’t sure he heard you right. Second, he was angry, mad that Minho even came onto you. Third, he was hysterical, disbelieving that you were telling the truth. Fourth, he was grieving, sad that his elder sister was no longer his ‘baby sister’ (even though you literally weren’t). And finally, he was happy for you and Minho, deciding that if you were with anyone, he was glad it was with Minho.

However, it was when Changbin eyed him speculatively that you had zoned out.

“Noona, I called you like, three times.” He sat forward on his chair to get your attention and you shivered when Minho massaged your arm. You couldn’t look at either of them.

“O-oh, sorry… I must have zoned out…” You weakly chuckled and you realized that you started to sound meek again.

“We were asking what movie you wanted to watch.” Jisung jovially said to you from the other side of Minho.”

“Oh, um… I don’t really care…” You ducked your head down, unintentionally cowering from the attention. Why were you so anxious today?

“You sure?” Minho said from beside you, trying, and failing, to catch your gaze. You just silently nodded to him.

“Well okay then!” Chan clapped his hands as he stood up. “Changbin, let’s go grab some snacks and then we can watch ‘Parasite’, everyone cool with that?”

There was a “Hell yeah!” from Jisung and a “Cool with me.” from Minho. You just pathetically nodded again.

You could feel Minho’s gaze on you and you pulled your legs up on the couch to hug your knees.

Jisung must have felt the tension because he headed to the kitchen as well with a brief “Uh… I’ll go help them!”

That was when you felt Minho shift forward to face you in a way that you couldn’t escape his eyes. “You okay, angel? You seem tense.” He lightly massaged your shoulder and you minutely relaxed. You were exponentially smitten with this man.

“I’m fine, Min…” You looked down. “...Just distracted…” You bit your lip, hoping he wouldn’t look into it further.

“Talk to me, babe. I wanna help.” Your heart soared, even though you deflated from his insistence.

“I…” You didn’t know how to put your thoughts into words. You bit your lip and looked down.

You weren’t prepared for him to gently grab your chin with his thumb and index finger and direct your field of vision right into his eyes. He looked to the hall that connected to the kitchen and then gazed back at you, lowering his eyes to your lips as he leaned in to give you a long, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, he had a slight smirk. “Trust me, I have ways of making you talk.”

His hand landed on your thigh and you froze. 

His lustful expression started gravitating closer to your face and just when you were for sure his actions were going to lead in a certain direction, he abruptly went the opposite way. You squealed when he wrapped himself around you and started tickling you relentlessly, the hand that was on your thigh moving to wrap around your waist and pull you tight to trap you against him.

He smiled at your tears of laughter and a deep red dusted across your cheeks once you begged for mercy and he stopped his torture. He looked at you like you had hung the moon and you swooned.

Once your mind settled, it anxiously remembered his question and your happy reactions turned back into anxious ones. “I… I…” You couldn’t get anything but that one syllable out of your mouth and he bit back an amused smile.

“How can you be so precious–.” He kissed your cheek. “–And yet so sexy at the same time, hm?” He practically growled the words into your ear and you were absolutely frozen. “Now…” He leaned back and looked you in the eyes again, his hand returning to park on your upper thigh. “Are you going to talk to me? Or do you want me to leave?”

Your eyes blew wide. There was no way in hell that you would let him go now. “N-No!” You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him in place. He seemed very amused by your loud outburst. “I… I’ve just been thinking…” He tilted his head cutely and you blushed. “We haven’t really done anything since…” 

You directed your vision to the very couch you were sitting on. The one where you just about gave all of yourself to him. You knew he understood as he closed his eyes and slightly nodded.

“A-and…” You habitually looked away when your nerves were through the roof and your lower lip was almost bloodied from your anxious chewing. “And I’m afraid… that you didn’t like it… that you don’t want me in the way I want you… or that I am too pathe–”

You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours and his hands tightening around you. He continued to press kisses all over your mouth and face and a giggle escaped your lips. When he relented his attack, he looked at you with a worried smile. “Whatever it is that you are thinking, just know that you can’t be any more wrong.”

You felt shy and ashamed under his intense gaze.

“I’m a blunt man, noona. I don’t sugarcoat anything, you should know that by now.” You meekly nodded your head. “If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t be holding you right now.” He squeezed you tighter and dug his fingers into your upper thigh. “If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t be kissing you.” He placed a delicate kiss to your lips. “And if I didn’t want to ruin you right this instant, I wouldn’t be fucking my hand every single day while thinking of you.”

Your eyes popped out of your head when the gravely words left his mouth and he slid the thumb of his hand up your inner thigh mere inches from where you wanted him. You shivered as he groped your thigh and looked down at you with fire in his eyes.

“And DON’T–” You cowered at his enraged tone of voice. “–EVER fucking say you are anything less than the incredible woman you are.” You deflated and your heart ached. “You are the most infuriatingly adorable, intelligent, sexy, and kind-hearted person I know.” He squeezed you impossibly tight. “Don’t you ever forget that, okay?”

He had stolen all of the words out of your lungs as your mind only focused on the fact that you realized you loved him. After only a couple months of knowing Minho, you had fallen hard and fast. The only thing that you could squeak out was a small “O-okay…”

His eyes went dark again. “Say it like you mean it, angel.”

The intimidation that radiated off of him snapped you back to reality. “Okay… okay, Min…”

His features softened and he provided a genuine smile. “Good girl.” The way he said it gave you a chill down your spine and you pulled him closer by his neck, stealing a long, sensual kiss.

“Gross, guys! Get a fucking room, would ya?!” Jisung shouted from nowhere. You retracted yourself from the redhead as if he was made of fire and felt your entire body flush. You were as stiff as a board while Minho kept his arm around you with a smirk. Oh god, earth, swallow me now.

Changbin walked in with a glare directed at Minho and you knew this was going to be a looong movie.

- - - - - - - - - -

You had bid Chan and Jisung farewell and a good night as Changbin sluggishly dragged himself up the stairs and to his bedroom.

As for you and Minho, the latter had you pressed up against the wall next to the front door as he sucked and licked his way down your neck. You had your hands underneath his shirt to feel his bare back and his hands were firmly groping your ass.

“God…” He said between the desperate kisses on your neck and collarbone. “I wanted to take it slow, but…” He bit down particularly hard on your shoulder and you whined. “...but you’re driving me fucking crazy…” He wedged his leg in between yours and provided that erotic feeling on your clit with his thigh again.

You had tried to play with yourself since Minho had introduced you to that kind of pleasure, and you got to explore your sexual side, but it was nothing compared to his touch.

You whimpered when you finally got to feel his hard thigh on you again. He pressed it against you firmly, but your natural instincts took over and you started grinding down hard on the strong muscle, trying to keep your moans quiet so Changbin wouldn’t hear.

“Tell me how it feels, baby. I bet your wet cunt is so pretty right now.” You gasped and blushed to the point of it being painful at his profane words while he used his hold on your ass to raise you up and down on his flexed quad and, in turn, also rubbed his erection against your hip. You were unbearably red from his boldness and the filth of it all.

You breathlessly and bashfully answered. “You… you make me feel so good, Min…”

You felt him smile against your neck and then he relented his assault on your ass, just to run his hands up the back of your shirt to feel your bare skin as well. “That’s right baby, tell me how good. I want to hear those dirty thoughts finally come out of that pretty little mouth.”

You wouldn’t be able to in a hundred years. You couldn’t tell him that your panties were drenched right now. Or the fact that you wanted him to touch you in any and every way possible. Or the fact that you had thought of him fucking you senseless countless times. No, you definitely couldn’t respond.

You whined pathetically and hid your face in his shoulder as you continued to grind down on him. “Awe, is my angel too shy?” You nodded into his shoulder. “It’s okay baby, all I need to hear are those sweet noises of yours.” He smiled as he raised your lips to his and hugged you tight against his body, grinding into you hard enough to have you both sighing in pleasure.

“M-Min… I’m having that feeling again…” You whimpered against his lips.

“Oh yeah? I bet you are soaked for me right now. I can only imagine how gorgeous you would be if you came all over yourself…” He bit his lip to hide his evil smile when you gaped at his dirty words. The hands that were traveling all over your back were scorching hot and all you wanted was for him to use those hands in other places.

“M-Minnie?” He hummed as he kissed your neck again. “Can you t-touch me?”

He looked up at you astounded. It looked like his mind glitched as he stopped moving for a moment, but he quickly resumed his cocky demeanor. “Of course, angel. Where would you like me to touch you?” He moved his hands around to your abdomen and started rubbing his thumbs around in circles, both of each other’s pelvises never relenting their grinding the entire time.

You were too embarrassed to ask directly outright, so you removed your hands from his back to reach under the back of your shirt to unclasp your bra, making it easier for him to access when you grabbed his hands and slid them up to your breasts under your shirt. He bit his lip and hummed.

Once he started massaging them, you wrapped your arms around him and hid your face once more, earning a small chuckle from him. “God, even your tits feel perfect, baby girl.” You felt a jolt shoot straight to your crotch when you felt him lightly roll your nipple between his fingers and you bucked your hips. “Sensitive, are we? Good to know…” He dug his face in your shoulder as well and started leaving marks all across it.

You had read some smut here and there throughout your literary journey and you never understood what was so sexual about boobs. You saw your own every day and when you touched your own, there was no effect. To you, they were just flabs of fat that were there only for if you decided to breastfeed down the road.

Oh how wrong you were. After having been thoroughly aroused by Minho, all of your senses were on fire. Once Minho even slightly tweaked your nipple, you realized the feeling of the supple flesh being prodded was a direct line to making your toes curl and your knees weaken.

What was once light squeezes and flicks that tested the waters of your tolerance, turned into him firmly molding the flesh in his hands and pinching your sensitive buds. You removed one of your hands from him and held it over your mouth to muffle the cry of pleasure you belted out. 

He kissed his way up your neck and bit your earlobe. “Feel how hard you make me?” He pressed his erection into your hip for emphasis and you whined in between your fingers. “I can’t even count the number of times I’ve thought about feeling you hot and wet around me.” He moved your hand so he could lick into your mouth. “It’s beyond concerning how I want to corrupt something so pure.”

Out of nowhere, he started to slow down and kiss you slow and sensually. His ministrations on your breasts started faltering and the stroking of his thigh became minutely less intense.

He pulled back from the kiss and freed one of his hands again to caress your face. “And yet…” He looked at you with sparkling eyes. “I want to cherish and protect you all the same.”

You felt your cheeks heat up (as if they weren’t already) and you leaned into his touch. “I… I want you to take all of my firsts, Minho…” His eyes blew wide and so did yours, stopping any and all movement between the two of you. You hadn’t even considered the weight of your words before they tumbled out of your mouth, and yet, you meant them all the same. 

You wanted to give your all to this man. Yes he was your first with a lot of things, and there was always the risk of losing him down the road, but you didn’t care. It’s not as if you particularly wanted to preserve your virginity, but you knew that if it was with Minho, he would make it special regardless.

However, if the dumbfounded look on Minho’s face was any indication, he probably wasn’t on the same page as you. Maybe he was just hoping to get a quick fling in and not bother with the mess of taking someone’s first. Maybe he just liked leading you on for fun. You paled. “I-I’m sorry… I-I don’t–” You felt your tear ducts swell with mortification. Of course, he is just playing with me, who would ever want to actually do something so intimate with someone like me?

You were cut off by his lips on yours (apparently he enjoyed doing that to shut up your intrusive thoughts). “Why are you apologizing, stupid little girl?” He smiled fondly at you and you shyly smiled back. “I don’t want to rush you into anything, angel. I need you to really think about it first.”

He pecked your cheek and took a step back from you. Your eyebrows furrowed. “W-w-w-w-wha–” You were so desperate for him not to leave that your baffled words failed you. What? Just like that?

You reached out to snake your arms around his neck. Did what I say put him off? It was just getting to the good part though…

You pouted and he laughed at you, removing your hands from his neck and pecking both sets of knuckles. “Angel, you can’t say shit like that to me and expect me to continue. I won’t be able to stop once I’ve started!”

You whined petulantly. “B-but that’s what I want!” He scoffed at your reaction and then suddenly fixed his dark gaze on your body, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush to him.

Without a moment’s notice, he harshly bit below your jaw and growled in your ear. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. Now be a good girl and be patient.” He finished with a low whisper. “I promise I will make it worth your while.”

Your whole body shook with nerves and he pulled back with a cocky grin. You pressed your thighs together with want and your brows worried. You were sure you would die if you had to wait any longer.

Still holding onto your hips, he gave you a long, sensual kiss. “Goodnight, my adorable little angel~” He said almost mockingly as he headed toward the door, as if he knew just how much he was leaving you pining for more. You fixed a glare on him as he chuckled and sauntered out of your house.

Did he just (hypothetically) blue ball me?

- - - - - - - - - -

Minho:

For the record

I just ate galbi with Sungie

WITHOUT YOU

A tragedy I tell you

A TRAGEDY

You inadvertently snuck a peek at your phone while organizing a new shipment of books and you had to stifle a chuckle. You constantly tried to get Minho alone, but, much to your dismay, one of the guys always tagged along.

It's not like you didn’t like hanging out with the others, they were a hoot, and you could actually talk semi-comfortably with them now, but they… lingered. Obviously, any time you would have Minho at your place, Changbin was always there to cock block you. And any time you tried to go to his place, Jisung was there. Jisung, being Minho’s roommate, made them a package deal. And even though you got exponentially closer to Jisung than the others, you were still a very shy person (shocker, I know) and you couldn’t even kiss Minho around any of them without folding in on yourself in embarrassment.

Needless to say, after two weeks of this bullshit, you were getting desperate.

Angel Noona:

!That’s not my fault

!I have to work to survive

and feed Changbin...

Minho:

What about me?!

Ur starving me!

Angel Noona:

???

Minho:

You’re starving me of much needed one on one time with my girl! 😩

You laughed and rolled your eyes at his melodrama.

Minho:

Fuck everyone else

Are you free after work?

Sungie’s staying at his parent’s place tonight

Your eyes widened when you snuck off to your hideout to read those three suggestive lines. You were suddenly in panic mode. Your thoughts were spiraling and your anxiety shot through the roof. Is he planning on tonight being THE night? Surely he doesn’t want to. He’s blunt, if he wants it, he will say it outright… right?

As if he heard your inner monologue from miles away, you felt the buzz indicating another message.

Minho:

Feeling shy, angel? 😉

I know u read what I sent

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, contemplating a response that didn’t sound like you had just been slapped in the face by a flurry of dangerous thoughts and lewd scenarios.

Angel Noona:

!No I'm not

...I just wanted to be sure

?U mean, like, TONIGHT tonight

Minho:

Lol ur cute

U don’t have to if u don’t wanna

I just miss u 💛

Your heart swelled and what was once a fit of anxiety quickly turned into a feeling of longing.

Angel Noona:

I miss u too…

?Can I stop by my place first

I need to grab a couple of things

Minho:

I see…

I hope ur not assuming ur staying the night

Your heart dropped and confusion was surely written all over your face. Maybe he just wants a quick lay before he goes to bed?

Minho:

LOL 😂 

I can practically hear the wheels turning in ur head

It’s a joke, angel

Angel Noona:

😡

Ur so mean

Minho:

And ur so fucking adorable

But like…

In a way that makes me want to devour you

As soon as possible

Respectively of course

Your whole face lit up and images started pinballing around in your brain. You were suddenly thinking of how you could get off work as soon as possible.

Angel Noona:

I’ll take off early

I’ll be there soon

Minho:

Eager are we?

Angel Noona:

…No

Minho:

Suuure

Whatever you say, sweetheart 😘

You scoffed and elected to leave him on read for that one, quickly calling Felix to come cover your shift. And, like the saint he is, agreed easily once you explained. You could always count on your best friend when it came to helping you broaden your horizons. Let’s just hope I don’t make a complete tit out of myself…

- - - - - - - - - -

You had stiffened when Minho opened the door to his apartment and froze to shamelessly check you out.

You went a little overboard when you went home to pack. You dusted a little makeup on your face, dolled up your hair, and changed clothes. Felix had forced them upon you last time you took him shopping because they were ‘so hot’ and ‘they compliment your body sooo perfectly’. Needless to say, it wasn’t an outfit you would EVER choose for yourself, and hence, has been hidden neatly in the dark corners of your closet ever sense.

However, on this particular night, you decided to trust Felix’s judgment. You felt extremely self-conscious walking up to Minho’s apartment in a tight, black, long-sleeved crop top and a high-waisted red plaid flare skirt topped off with black, thigh-high stockings. You felt like a damned slutty schoolgirl, even if you did wear your usual worn-out, hightop Converse, it even almost fit the look. It didn’t help that you brought your stuff with you in a backpack. You were going to kill Felix if this ended badly.

You looked down at your shoes, anxiously turning your feet inward while your fingers fiddled with the soft fabric of your skirt, not knowing what else to do while he just stood and stared.

You got even more anxious the longer the silence lingered and you were quickly regretting your decision. “Don’t just stand there… say something…” Your voice was reverting back to its old ways with the amount of fear running through your veins.

You looked up at him just in time to see him shake his head as if to snap back into reality. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water and, before he could get any words out, Jisung walked up behind him with a bag slung over his shoulder. He stood in the doorway next to Minho with a similar expression.

Jisung apparently was the first to be able to form words. “Oh… Oh my god, noona…” Both of the men’s ears were bright red and you quickly dropped your head down again, fidgeting even more with a crimson face that rivaled the color of theirs. “Noona, are you sure you want this guy? Like, I might not be as tall or as buff, but–” Jisung’s words were cut off by Minho’s hand aggressively grabbing the back of his neck and pushing him out the door while pulling you in. “Don’t have too much fun!” You faintly heard Jisung shout as Minho slammed the door in his best friend’s face.

You worriedly looked up at Minho who still hadn’t said a word, he just continued to look down at your attire. You raised your hands and covered your face. “Oh god, I knew this was a bad idea…” You groaned.

“No!” He grabbed your hands and held them tightly in the space between you as you gnawed on your lip anxiously. “N-no, I’m sorry! You look… just… wow… like… wow…” A familiar pink adorned your cheeks while a tiny smile bloomed on your lips. Your habitual shyness made you look down at his strong hands intertwined with your dainty ones to avoid eye contact.

“Y-you don’t think it’s too much?” You peered up at his face which hadn’t changed from his flabbergasted expression the entire time.

“What? Hell no! It’s just… shit angel… I really wanted to just simply have you here, but goddamnit you’re making it really difficult for me…” He released your hands and instead wrapped his arms around your waist, moving his eyes up from your attire to meet your eyes.

You were in a much similar situation. Ever since he told you that you two would be alone that night, your mind went to some very interesting places. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return and kept your glazed eyes fixed on his own as you mindlessly kicked off your shoes behind you.

You tentatively stood on your toes to press a kiss to his lips with a rose tint dusted across your cheeks and he immediately deepened it, roaming his hands over the small space of your bare back that your crop top revealed. Right at that moment, you heard a shrill beeping coming from somewhere inside the apartment. “Shit…” He mumbled against your lips and then sullenly rested his forehead against yours. “The lasagna…”

You smiled and then giggled a bit, making him smile in return.

“C’mon, angel. Let’s go eat.”

- - - - - - - - - -

After dinner, the two of you decided to settle down for a movie. You two found out that you shared an affinity for anime and you two had already prepared a list of shows and movies that you both wanted to watch somewhere down the road.

However, with the lights turned off, a warm blanket covering both of your bodies as you snuggled up to him, and the LEDs from the TV shining off of his beautiful face, you were anxious about what was to come. You were pretty sure you were going to lose your virginity that night, and you were more than excited to give that gift to Minho. But you couldn’t help but have your worries.

No one else has ever seen me naked. Will he think my body is pretty? I haven’t even watched porn before so I am probably the least experienced person in the world. Hell, I haven’t even physically seen a penis! Will he stop liking me if I’m bad in bed? Biologically, he will break my hymen. Will it hurt? Will there be blood? OH GOD, what if I get blood on his sheets?! I might as well die right then and there. Should I have started birth control? Does he have protection? Will he think–

Your thoughts were instantly redirected when Minho shifted in his spot next to you where you had cuddled up under his arm. He wrapped his hand under your arm and around your waist to pull you further up his chest so he could also prop a leg up on the couch next to your curled up legs.

This was fine. You could manage this. Deep breaths.

However, you knew you felt stiff and you didn’t want him to think you were uncomfortable. So, without further ado, you scooted yourself up a bit further to wrap your arm around his abdomen and laid your head on his chest. You knew it was risky, but you also wrapped your leg around the one he had propped up on the couch.

You heard him take a large exhale and you wondered if he was holding his breath. Was he just as nervous as you were? 

His body felt a million degrees hotter than usual as you were pressed up against him and goosebumps sprouted up all over your skin when he started rubbing circles with his thumb on your bare midriff with the hand he had wrapped around your waist. Holy fuck, how am I getting wet from just THINKING about this?

You bit your lip and clenched your eyes shut in an attempt to not make any lewd noises with the touch, but apparently, you weren’t as subtle as you thought. “You okay, angel?” His breath was hot as it fanned over the top of your head from where you were positioned on his chest. God, how does he affect me this much?

You looked up at him with a tiny smile and nodded. He smiled back softly and placed a lingering peck on your forehead, looking back at the TV soon thereafter. You, however, were mesmerized by his beauty. You knew all too well that he was a true Adonis. A statue carved by the gods. But you still could not believe that someone so perfect could be yours. You were undeserving of this man and you felt the sharp pang of love strike your heart again.

Your eyes were given a feast and you were a glutton. Your gaze drifted down to his perfectly smooth neck with veins that you wanted to trail over with your touch. You noted how his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped down a dry swallow.

 His chest was broad and his pecs were prominent and strong, you couldn’t help but wonder what he was hiding under that thin shirt. His arms were soft and toned, veins indicating that he was strong enough to break you and you didn’t know why that turned you on so much. And oh my god HIS THIGHS, you had a fetish for those damn quads and you weren’t afraid to admit it. Especially with how he had used them to give you more pleasure than you had ever known… so far.

Lastly, your eyes landed on the main course of the night. Even when he was flaccid, his bulge was more than prominent. You were almost scared of what was behind that zipper. Even with that said, your mouth inexplicably watered and you felt waves of your arousal coating your inner labia. You instinctively pulled yourself closer to him, clenching your thighs together around his side.

He squeezed you in turn, most likely assuming you just wanted to hug him closer. He was… partially correct…

Your gaze drifted back up to his face and you licked your lips when you stared at the plump slope of his pouty upper lip. Your own mind had fully gotten you worked up and you wanted this man and you wanted him now.

You even surprised yourself when you scooted up to press a warm kiss to his cheek. When he turned and smiled at you, you got lost in his eyes. You habitually closed your eyes and laid the first gentle kiss onto his lips, which he returned in kind, letting you set the pace. You didn’t know if you liked that kind of control or not.

Regardless, you hugged him tighter as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, running your fingers through his fiery locks in lieu of hugging his abdomen. When you tentatively poked your tongue out, he responded eagerly, pushing his own tongue against yours and exploring each other’s mouths once again. You didn’t think you could ever tire of kissing him. It felt like your lips were made for each other.

You felt his grip around your waist tighten and he used his free hand to gently run his fingertips up and down the side of your thigh. When you let out a loud, wistful sigh, he lowered his hand on your thigh to grab the back of it, pulling you up slightly further. You had rid yourself of all anxieties and replaced them with pure, carnal desire.

You deepened the kiss even further and slightly angled your body further on top of him, making him mimic your previous sigh.

With the leg he was grasping, you tentatively slid your thigh up and down the length of his growing semi and you freed the arm trapped underneath you to hold yourself above him. You had no clue what you were doing so you just let instincts take over. He was groaning into your mouth with the ministrations your leg was giving him along his length and his hand slid up under your skirt to grope your ass.

Your whole body was on fire and you were lost in the haze that was Lee Minho. The way his hand around your waist dipped up under your shirt a bit further, just enough to caress the edge of the latch of your bra. The way his breath was hot and heavy as it fanned across your face. The way the hand on your ass started kneading further and further around, closing on the inside of your thigh from behind.

It was all too much and not enough altogether. 

You needed to touch him and you needed it now.

You retreated your hand from his locks and used it to snake its way under the hem of his shirt to splay your fingers out over his abdomen. The defined muscles under your touch flexed and you quietly whined into the kiss.

Your kisses became sloppy as you nipped at each other's lips and you wanted to explore this enigmatic man even further. You wanted your mind and body completely melded to him. Your body decided your next move before your brain did.

You paused your kissing, eating him up solely with your eyes and you moved so your entire body was on top of him, your thighs hugging his hips tightly once both of his legs were fully on the couch. Your tongue wanted a taste of his taut skin and you latched your lips onto his neck, suckling tentatively.

When you moved your groin against him, your eyes flew open and you gasped at how good it felt for your pussy to be pressed up against his clothed erection directly. You felt a sense of pride when you heard him try to bite back a moan.

He felt like heaven, with your hands under his shirt and his under yours, you figured there was no use for formalities anymore as you sat up on him and tried to claw his shirt off of him. He chuckled at your desperate movements.

He grabbed your flurried hands as you desperately tried to get him to cooperate. His voice was velvety smooth and lower than usual. Your whole body was shaking and all you could think about was how much you needed him NOW. “Settle down, angel. Use your words for me.” You flushed at his taunting words and curled in on yourself.

You whined when you crashed back down on his chest to hide your face, your hips unable to stop their grinding until he stopped them for you with his hands on your hips.

“Now, now.” He whispered against your hair and gave you a tender kiss on the head. “Don’t be a brat. You don’t get anything unless you’re brave enough to ask.” You could still hear the smirk on his face and you wanted to throw a tantrum.

You couldn’t look at him as your words were muffled in his shirt. “P-please, Minnie… I want to touch you…” You were too far gone to feel embarrassed at how desperate you sounded because truthfully, you were. Really. Really. Desperate.

He freed one of his hands from your hips and cupped your chin to look up at him. “Good girl. Anything for you, angel.” 

He pulled you in for a kiss again, passionate and ravenous and you didn’t hesitate to use your free hands to your advantage and sit up to strip yourself of your own shirt first. You felt blood rush to your cheeks when he pulled back to look at you.

“Goddamn, baby girl…” His eyes were glued to your lacy bralette and his hands naturally gravitated towards them (kudos to Felix for his undergarment suggestions). You blushed heavily and bit your lip as he groped the clothed mounds and he looked mesmerized. A tiny smile found its way to your lips and you leaned forward to whisper against his lips.

“Can you take it off for me?” You were astonished with how bold you had gotten within the past few minutes, and even though you still sounded meek, when his hands rushed to unclasp your bra and throw it somewhere within the dark void of the apartment, you were too eager to think on it much. 

You had to force yourself to allow him to look at your naked chest without instinctually covering yourself. However, you did have to look away for your next query. “C-can I take yours off too? I want to… I want to feel you…”

He let out a shaky breath when he looked at your flustered face. “How the fuck can you be so adorable, yet so goddamn sexy at the same time? You drive me insane, baby girl.” He sat the both of you up so he could rid himself of his own shirt and when he leaned back again… holy hell.

Your eyes feasted on his chest and abdomen as your fingers naturally gravitated to graze across his abs and pecs. You felt him shiver underneath you, his hands finding their home on your hips as he tried to keep himself from grinding up into you. “Y-you’re so beautiful, Minnie.” Your eyes sparkled as you looked back up at his face, his expression surely similar to your own.

“Fuck, have you seen yourself? You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on…” His hands closed in around your breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. Again, you were surprised at how this simple action made your hairs stand on end and made your body lean into his touch. He looked up into your eyes as his thumbs grazed over your nipples.

You were sure your entire body was crimson, but you had to bite back a moan and close your eyes from just that small stimulation from him. However, all was for naught when he leaned in and sucked one of the pink buds into his mouth. Your moan came unbidden and you clamped your hand over your mouth.

He pulled back with furrowed brows. “Don’t be shy, baby. I want to hear that pretty voice. Want to finally hear filthy things fall from those sweet, innocent lips…” He thumbed your bottom lip as he spoke and his other hand still played with your nipple. Your breathing was heavy as he looked at your reddened face and you squeezed your eyes shut and whined when he rolled the soft bud between his fingers. “So fucking sweet…” 

He hungrily latched his lips onto your neck and you loudly gasped when he wrapped his arms under your thighs and hefted the both of you up off the couch. Your hands flew to hold yourself up around his neck as he stumbled his way into his bedroom. Your heart was racing at the speed of light when he sat down on the bed, keeping you straddled around him as he pulled you impossibly tight on his lap.

This was it. You knew there was no doubt of what was going to happen once the two of you moved to the bed. Your body was shaking with nerves and he definitely could tell.

His face softened and he moved a hand to cup your cheek, gently running his thumb along your swollen and spit-slick lips. “We don’t have to do anything, angel. I love you with or without–” He cut himself off when he saw your astonished face. 

WHAT THE FUCK? HE LOVES ME?! Your mind was stunned into stillness, only focused on one thing. MINHO. MINHO. MINHO. How the hell does this ethereal human being love someone like ME? There’s no fucking way. There is no way that this is reciprocated.

That was the first time you saw Minho blushing and flustered. “I-I mean… I know you may not–” 

You cut him off with a searing kiss and pulled him flush against you, not wanting to ever let him go. “Oh my god–* God, Minho–*” You continued saying in between kisses. “God, I love you too–* So freaking much–* You have no idea–*” You were blabbering as he laughed between your desperate kisses. However, he stopped his laughter when you started grinding against him and you snaked your tongue between his lips, instead making him groan into your mouth and pull you tighter against him.

You were on cloud nine and you never wanted to come down.

You were feeling dizzy from the amount of heat radiating between the two of you and you were eager to feel his bare tumescence between your legs. You tentatively slid your hand between the two of your bodies and lightly palmed his erection. You had no clue what you were doing, but you at least knew the pressure would feel nice to him.

The kiss was interrupted by him groaning against your lips, his open mouth breathing heavily into your own. You felt proud of yourself and moved to suckle on his neck again.

Without warning, he flipped the two of you upside down further up the bed and he attacked you.

He started by kissing his way all the way down from your neck, to your clavicle, to your chest, and finally to your right nipple. Your back involuntarily arched up into him when he sucked, nibbled, and licked the sensitive bud, repeating the same actions on the left one. You were a whimpering mess and it wasn’t until you felt the hem of your skirt raising that you realized he was trailing his fingers up your inner thigh.

Your whole body went stiff in anticipation and your eyes flew open when you felt his warm fingers press against you over the fabric of your panties. If you had thought his thigh felt good against you, this was a whole other world of pleasure.

The pornographic moan that escaped your lips when he rubbed your clit over the fabric came as a surprise to both of you and he popped off of your nipple to smile at you devilishly. “That’s it, love. Tell me how it feels.” He sneered just before he trailed his lips down to the edge of your skirt.

“S-so g-good M-Min…” Your fucked out voice croaked out.

“Oh yeah? What about this?” Your whole body felt like it was electrocuted when he deftly pushed that last bit of thin fabric aside and ran his fingers through your dripping folds, sliding up to lightly pinch your bare clit.

You cried out loud and your voice was almost sobbing when you responded. “Ohmygod s-sogoodsogoodsogood!” You had never felt anything like this and you couldn’t even imagine that it could get any better.

“My good girl…” You cried out once more with a suppressed sob when you felt his hand retreat. Your head, which had been thrown back in pleasure, snapped up to see why the fuck he would rob you of that feeling, but your whole body shook at the sight of him. He had brought his shimmering fingers to his mouth and was slowly licking your arousal off of his digits. “So wet for me baby.” He sucked off the last slick digit and hummed. “Tastes even better than I imagined.”

You didn’t know why such a filthy thing would make you so horny, but you reveled in it. Your thighs instinctively rubbed together to get any kind of friction and you whined. “M-Minnie… need you…” Your brain was losing its ability to form complete sentences and you knew you would look back on yourself later and cringe.

He flashed his beautiful crooked smile and you were sure you had sparkles in your eyes with the way you looked at him. “Of course, my sweet angel.” He moved back up to briefly kiss your lips and then shimmied down to your feet to start slowly, painfully slowly pulling off your stockings. You wanted to whine and rip them off yourself, but the warning look in his eyes kept you at bay.

Just as he slipped off the last bit of your remaining sock, you started frantically undoing the zipper on the side of your skirt, clumsy fingers struggling with the small latch at the top.

Before you could even think to prepare yourself, he sprung on you like a lion and ripped your hands from their task, pinning them above your head with his threatening smile hovering inches from your face. “Tsk tsk tsk.” He tutted at you. “Overeagerness gets you nowhere princess.” He pressed a slow, wet kiss to your jaw. “You should know better by now.” 

You were a whining and panting mess at this point and you wanted nothing more than to rip off any shred of remaining clothing separating the two of you.

As if he read your mind, he reclaimed one of his hands, still keeping both of yours clasped firmly in his other one, and slowly grazed his fingers down your skin to thumb at the latch of your skirt. “This…” He expertly undid the latch one-handed. “...is my job.”

Again, taking all the time in the world, he slowly pulled down the zipper until he released your hands so he could pull the remaining pieces of fabric off of you, both your skirt and your panties being thrown off to the side.

At this point, you had had enough. Right as he turned back to face you, his shirtless form standing at the foot of the bed, you crawled on all fours to grab him by his shoulders, turning him around and forcing him to lay back on the bed. 

You straddled him, your lust-muddled brain not even processing that you were fully naked on top of him as you started kissing every inch of skin that you could see. His neck, his chest, his abs, everything was being showered with frantic kisses and you didn’t even notice his hands sneaking up your thighs to grab your ass until you felt him pull you down to rub against the rough fabric of his jeans covering his raging boner.

Your body seized up in pleasure and he used your moment of weakness to flip you back over. “Now, now, little lady. We don’t want to rush things now, do we?” You exhaled a frustrated huff that made him chuckle but you shook your head in agreement. Your anxious breaths picked back up as you saw him slide further down between your legs. “Now just lay back and let me take care of you, angel.”

Your whole body was shaking and you felt like you were running out of oxygen as you felt his breath ghost over your most sensitive area. You watched in reverie as he lowered himself down and he locked eye contact with you as he licked a fat stripe up between your folds to flick your throbbing pearl.

Your jaw dropped and you could swear you screamed, but no noise escaped your lips. He closed his mouth around your clit and started sucking hard and you saw stars. He had to hold down your hips from bucking directly up into his face so he wrapped his arms under your thighs and hiked them up on his shoulders so he had a firm grasp on your whole lower half to do what he pleased with it.

You felt something release inside you and then you really did scream. You would have to worry about potential noise complaints later because, right now, you were in a whole different dimension. A world where only you and Minho existed as he ate you out like a starved man.

Once you came down from your high, you were beyond embarrassed that you had just came all over your lover and his duvet. He didn’t let you think much further on it, however, as he continued to lap up and flick his tongue all over your cunt, racing you to your peak once again. You were pumping out moan after moan and when you felt one of his hands release you from its grasp, you thought he would stop.

However, he didn’t. He doubled his efforts and you choked on a sob when you felt a slender finger work its way inside you. It was only then that he retreated his mouth from you and the look on his face would be forever ingrained into your brain. He had a slight sheen of sweat on his brow and his mouth and chin were dripping as he gave you the brightest and most satisfied smile you had ever seen.

He continued to pump his finger inside you and he wiped off his face with the back of his hand as he moved up to kiss you. The taste of yourself on his mouth was unlike anything you could compare to. You just knew you needed more, more, more.

“I’m gonna stretch you a bit. Okay, beautiful?” He said as he eased a second digit in. Your heart swooned as you looked up at the man who currently had his fingers buried up your cooch and you nodded frantically before smashing your lips to him again. 

You wanted to die being attached to this man’s lips. You felt like you would never be able to live again without his touch. Once he eased in a third finger, you winced and he shushed you soothingly while rubbing circles with his other hand on one of your spread thighs.

However, when he stopped pumping and started what felt like digging around, you once again felt that same heat wave roll over you and you instantly came once he found that spongey bundle of nerves inside you. He smiled against your agape mouth and you swore your eyes had rolled into the back of your head.

How THE FUCK did you never know your body could feel so good?!

The thought didn’t escape you, though, that it was in large part due to it being Minho making you feel this. You just knew that you would never be able to replicate this feeling on yourself.

You were still coming back to your senses when Minho quickly shimmied off the bed to start removing his jeans. You almost felt offended that he was doing it himself and he chuckled at you when he saw your pouty facial expression. “Oh, I’m sorry baby girl.” He cooed condescendingly. “Do you want to help me with the rest?”

With a hopeful smile, you moved to the edge of the bed where he stood in nothing but his boxers, cock straining against the fabric. You licked your lips nervously as you raised your trembling fingers to his waistband. He watched your expression as you shakily pulled down the fabric and his cock sprung free from its confines, the last remaining garment falling to the floor.

Your eyes blew wide and you were fascinated. His dick was unlike anything you imagined. It was thick with a nicely proportioned head that was glistening with precum at the tip. He had long strands of veins that protruded up the shaft and it had a slight curve upwards. You didn’t really know what else to expect, but you didn’t think that a dick could look so pretty.

You stared at it in wonder as you raised your hand to gently glide your fingertips over the surprisingly smooth skin. At that moment, you realized you were gawking and you peered up at his reaction in embarrassment. He had the most wicked smile on his face and you were quickly reminded of the dreadful aching between your legs.

He silently reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a foil packet from his bedside drawer. You felt yourself wondering who the last girl was who had sat here and seen him do the same thing for her. You quickly shook yourself from that thought and resolved yourself to live in the here and now.

Before he was about to tear it open, you stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “W-wait…”

His face was concerned as he looked back at you. “What is it, babe? Something wrong?” You shook your head and looked down with the brightest of reds blooming on your face. He quickly caught on with an evil grin. “You’ve gotta use your words, angel. Or are you planning on being a little devil tonight?” He grasped your chin to force you to look at him. “I know there’s something going on in that pretty head of yours.” He narrowed his eyes into slits, smile never faltering.

You briefly whined in defeat and then relented with humiliation in your voice. “Can… Can I taste you first?” 

You expected him to tease your meek words relentlessly, but when you looked up, a whole new fire started to roar in his eyes. “Fuck…” He bent down and crashed his lips to yours in a brutal, yet brief kiss. “I fucking love you.” A smile grew on your face.

He then stood up straight again and held his cock steady for you, waiting for your next move. You licked your lips once again and felt yourself mesmerized by the appendage in front of you. You leaned in and gave it an experimental lick, a string of precum following your tongue from the action. You smacked your lips to assess the taste. Salty, bitter, and a tiny bit acidic, but not bad by any means.

You leaned back in and decided to take the whole head in this time, really exploring every grove and crevice as you took in more. You glanced up at his face and he looked absolutely ravenous. He was looking at you like he was going to devour you any second and when you felt his goosebumps raise under the hands that you had placed on his thighs, you knew you were doing something right.

Before you could explore any further, you were ripped from your experiment and your back hit the duvet again with a torrential rain of kisses falling down upon you. “You’re so…” More kisses. “...fucking…” Even more. “...perfect…” He finished with a passionate kiss on your lips before he pulled back and tore the condom wrapper open, sliding the rubber on himself with ease.

You settled back onto the bed to get more comfortable and you started to feel a sliver of anxiousness. Like, holy hell. Yeah, you’re horny enough to hump him like a bitch in heat, but, like… he’s big. You don’t necessarily have anything to compare it to since this is the first dick you had seen in person, but he was definitely bigger than those few fingers he just used on you.

He could obviously sense your internal struggle as he smoothed his palm up and down your thigh consolingly once he was positioned between your legs. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll go slow to try and make it as comfortable as possible, okay?” You just looked into his beautiful, clear eyes and nodded dumbly. Damn, you were so gone for this man.

He hovered over you and captured your lips with his and his hand wandered down to play with your clit. Man, did he know how to read your body like the back of his hand, or what? Your anxiety was quickly replaced with arousal once again and you started arching up into him, silently begging for more as you tangled tongues with the man.

“Hey.” He said softly as he pulled back to look at you. Your eyes fluttered open as you continued to breathe heavily. “Keep your eyes on me.” He demanded, and you started to feel the slick heat of his cock run up and down the opening of your folds. You whimpered at the feeling and he soothingly ran the feather-light touch of his fingers up and down your thigh to relax you.

Your eyes squinted when you felt the first push of him breaching your entrance, but you kept your focus on him the entire time. It was very subtle, but you could see him briefly shiver as well. In that moment, you felt like he was staring straight into your soul. His eyes sparkled and when he kissed you, you could feel the pure love and desire he poured into it.

You felt a single tear roll down the side of your face and you pulled him impossibly closer to you, bringing him to fully sheath inside your tight cunt. The kiss was interrupted when your jaw dropped open at the sharp pang of brief pain that shot through your core that made you whimper like a puppy.

Again, he shushed you soothingly and brought a hand up to pet your sweaty hair out of your face. He rested his forehead against yours as you adjusted to the intrusion and your shaky breath mingled with his own.

You felt him start to trail feather-light touches all over your body, moving to start kissing down your neck and chest as well. You emitted a soft moan when he, once again, flicked your swollen nipple with his tongue. 

He slowly moved to hover over you again and he brought his hand up to thumb at your lips. “Open.” He commanded in a raspy voice. You immediately complied and he pressed the pad of his thumb to your tongue, prompting you to suck and lick the entirety of it. A small smirk appeared on his face when you kept your eyes locked on him.

Your entire face was ablaze, but you focused your efforts on trying to keep him as aroused as you were by slowly twirling your tongue around his thumb as you suckled on it. The hunger in his eyes started to build once again as he reclaimed the slick digit and lowered it to press gingerly against your clit.

Your pussy involuntarily squeezed around him at the surprising and delectable pressure and the both of you groaned into each other’s mouths.

Your fingers were positively digging into this man’s back and you were sure that there were going to be marks left behind. You weren’t sure why that turned you on so much.

At some point during his ministrations on your clit, you realized that you no longer felt any pain and you found yourself wiggling under him for more of that delicious feeling of his cock moving inside you.

He was clenching his jaw tightly as if he was holding back from just pile-driving you into the mattress. You felt a sick pleasure inside you at the thought. His thumb started moving faster and your breaths started becoming quicker as you wrapped all your limbs around him with a whimper. “M-Minnie…” You spoke in a wistful tone. “M-More…” You whined and a cocky smirk grew on his face again.

“More what, baby?” He taunted. The bastard knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it. He removed his hand from where he was driving you to the edge and you groaned in frustration. “Say it, angel.” He said in a low, seductive tone with a Cheshire grin. “Tell me how much you want my cock.” 

You glared at him and he chuckled, unexpectedly grabbing your arms from around his neck and pinning your hands above your head once again. You squirmed and whined but he remained still with a firm grasp. You knew you could break free if you really wanted to, and he would let you, but there was nowhere you would rather be than right there underneath him.

“Say, ‘Minho, please fuck me.” He said in a poor imitation of your voice. “Say it with those sweet, innocent lips of yours and I will make you feel…” He kissed your cheek. “...so…” He kissed your jaw. “...so…” He kissed your neck. “...good.” He fanned his breath back up to your lips to wait for the words to fall from them.

Your face was scorching hot, but you were desperate. “M-Minho…” He grinned wider. “...please…” You screwed your eyes shut in embarrassment at what you were about to say as you took a deep breath. “Please fuck me…” You said in a hushed voice.

You waited, and after a moment of silence, you peeked your eyes open to look at him. He was staring at you as if he was about to eat you alive and it caused another wave of arousal to stir in your core. Without another word, you felt the breathtaking feeling of his dick dragging against your sensitive walls as he pulled out to the tip.

Your eyes fluttered as you focused on his expression of pleasure. His mouth was slightly open as he breathed heavily and he had his hooded eyes bored into your own. He interlocked his fingers with yours that he had pinned above your head and he slowly pushed back in so he wouldn’t hurt your tender cervix.

You bared your neck when you threw your head back with a moan. He continued his torturous steady push and pull, making your eyes roll into the back of your head as he dragged sloppy kisses up and down the column of your neck.

“Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined, angel. So tight and warm. Just dripping for me, baby.” He groaned into your neck.

You couldn’t stop the pornographic moans that slipped from your mouth. “J-just for you, M-Minnie. Only you…” You gasped.

“Fuck.” Those words must have made something inside him snap because he increased his speed and power tenfold. You belted out a loud, drawn out moan.

The air in the room was humid with your combined sweat as he plowed into you. He moved to prop himself up on his knees and grab a fistful of each of your ass cheeks so he could raise your body to meet his thrusts. You were clawing at the sheets and wrapping your legs around him as tight as you could as you continued to moan, whine, and shout out in pleasure.

All that could be heard was constant slapping of your ass cheeks against his thighs, your cries of bliss, and a mantra of ‘fuck’, ‘yes’, and ‘mine’ falling from his lips.

You felt your orgasm racing to the top at an embarrassingly fast rate and Minho barely even adjusted, but his very slight reposition to raise your legs just hit a spot inside you that had you screaming.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKYESYESYES! Pleaserightthere! Don’tstopdon’tstop! God YES!” You never knew it was possible for anything like that to come from your mouth, but nonetheless, the words rang out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. You were sobbing and running the words together from being so cockdumb in that moment and your whole body convulsed as you came all over again.

“Fuck. Shit, angel.” Minho croaked out. His thrusts became erratic and he basically growled as he stared down at where his cock was disappearing inside you as he came furiously.

As he pumped into you the last few times to ride both of you through your orgasms, he choked out a huge breath of air as if he had been holding it throughout his climax. He abruptly dropped down and laid his head on your chest, finally trying to catch his breath.

Your breathing matched his and you hugged his head as you ran your fingers through his slightly damp hair. Eventually, your breaths evened and you felt his softening cock start to slip out. Before it could cause a problem, he pulled back and eased it out of you, making you cringe from the soreness. He tied the condom and pecked your lips before heading to the bathroom to throw it away.

You swooned when he came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned up all your arousal that covered your crotch and thighs. “Oh god!” You sprung to sit up when you saw a tinge of red on the cloth and he gently pressed down on your shoulders to lay you down again. “I’m so sorry!”

He threw the washcloth into his laundry bin and then smoothed his hand over your hair with a smile. “Angel, that was nothing. I expected way more from your first time.” He kissed your forehead and you nodded meekly, finally relaxing your stiff muscles.

He pulled off the duvet and replaced it with a thick blanket, tucking you under the sheets before spreading the warm linen over you.

He crawled in next to you and wrapped you in his arms as he kissed you gingerly. He pulled back to properly look at you. “Did I hurt you at all?” He looked genuinely worried and your heart soared.

You smiled and shook your head. “Not any more than I had expected.”

He smiled and moved his hand to run his thumb over your cheek. “Are you still sore?”

You wiggled slightly to assess the damage. It felt a little achey, but nothing as bad as you had expected. “Maybe a little. But… I kind of like it.” You said with a blush, not able to look at him when you voiced your bold thoughts.

“Oh yeah?” You could hear his voice dripping with cockiness and you peered up at him shyly. You wanted to kiss the smirk off of his face. “My little angel has a bit of a dirty side to her, doesn’t she?” He squeezed you closer by your waist and you weakly punched his pec with a pout.

“Shut up…” You mumbled while trying to hide your red face in his chest.

You felt him rumble with laughter and he started drawing soothing patterns on your back with the pads of his fingertips. “Do you want to shower now or in the morning?” He asked lazily as he rested his chin on top of your head.

However, your answer was already clear when you hummed in response, already drifting off to dreamland from the sound of his steady heartbeat and the soothing effects of his touch.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Well good morning tardy pants, I trust you two had an eventful morning.” Jisung spoke up with a shit-eating grin from the other end of the table. Flashbacks of Minho passionately eating you out in the shower that morning only a few hours ago ran through your mind at Jisung’s greeting.

You and the boys had agreed to meet up for brunch the following day after you spent the night with Minho and you may have been… running a bit behind.

Minho stared daggers down at his roommate and the younger man just chuckled, knowing Minho had a soft spot for him and wouldn’t actually do anything about it. All you could do was sit down next to your brother with red-tipped ears and eyes on the ground.

“Oh I’m sure whatever it was must have been very important to them.” Chan stated with a stifled laugh.

“Ugh, I think I’m gonna be sick…” Changbin pulled his cap down further on his head and melted into the seat.

“Yah! Shut it, all of you!” Minho threatened as he sat down next to you and threw an arm over the back of your chair.

After the five of you had ordered and there was a lull in the conversation, Jisung suddenly spoke up, obviously addressing you with an ornery grin. “So tell us about last night, noona. You were looking pretty dolled up.” He winked and you covered your blazing face with your hands.

“SHUT UP, JISUNG.” Minho and Changin said in tandem and the younger man relented in a fit of giggles.

Minho rubbed your back consolingly and you knew this was going to be a looong day.

- - - - - - - - - -

After that, you and Minho were inseparable, completely incapable of keeping your hands off each other. You practically lived at his and Jisung’s apartment and besides Felix, Jisung had become one of your closest friends.

You eventually introduced Felix into the group and it was like he had belonged there all along. It was almost impossible to not like Felix so you weren’t necessarily surprised anyway. The only disturbing caveat was the fact that Felix was all over your brother. However, it was pretty entertaining watching Changbin get all flustered.

Ever since your dad died, you finally started to feel like a human being again.

One lazy night, you, Minho, and Jisung were lazing on the couch at their place watching anime and all day you kept catching Minho staring at you when you weren’t looking. When Jisung finally decided to go to bed (not without his mandatory goodnight hug), you instantly crawled onto Minho’s lap when the bedroom door shut.

He looked pleasantly surprised and he wrapped his arms around your waist from where you were straddling him. “Well hello there.” He said in a low voice, mostly masked by the television noise. “Don’t you think we should move to the bedroom for this? Or do you want to give Hannie a show?” He teasingly wiggled his brows.

Instead of answering, you grabbed his face and placed a heartfelt, yet chaste kiss on his lips. You bit your lip, debating whether you should say anything, but ultimately decided to go for it. “Is there something on your mind, Min? I know you’ve been looking at me funny today.”

“Me? Looking funny? Nonsense. I only ever look handsome.” He jokingly poised his chin up, but you weren’t having it. You narrowed your eyes and showed that you were unconvinced. He gave up and sighed. “Fine, I may or may not have something on my mind…”

When he didn’t elaborate, you were worried it was something about you. You looked down as you played with the collar of his shirt. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No!” He quickly raised a hand to cup your cheek. “Of course not! It’s just… Changbin talked to me and it’s had me thinking, that’s all.”

Now you were confused. “Did he say something about me? Oh my gosh, I’m gonna strangle that little–”

“No!” He cut your angry threat off with a boisterous laugh that slightly eased your anxiety. “No, nothing like that. He just… he told me about your dad… and everything you’ve gone through…” Your heart dropped. “And before you jump to conclusions, no, he wasn’t just talking shit. He wanted to… thank me.”

Your anger dissipated and you listened intently.

“He said that ever since we met… you started to become alive again. He said that you were living without purpose before and he wanted to… thank me… for bringing you back to life…” He looked at you with a crease in his brow and you smoothed over it with your thumb.

“Well, he’s right.” You reiterated. “I don’t think I would have ever regained my ability to be a normal person if you hadn’t pushed me to. He was right to thank you.”

He smiled sadly and shook his head. “That was all you, angel. Not me. The only person that can come back from something like that is yourself. And you did. I just happened to be along for the ride.” He teasingly pinched your cheek and you chuckled as you swat his hand away.

“Well, whether you like it or not, you were the one that forced me out of my comfort zone of only living in the land of books.”

“Smutty novels are your comfort zone?” Your blood ran cold and your jaw dropped.

“Wha– y-you–!”

“You seriously didn’t think I would look into what types of books my girl likes? What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?” He said with a cracked-up smile.

You scooted back on his lap and crossed your arms as you pouted off to the side. “Those aren’t the only books I read…” You grumbled.

He just laughed and grabbed your arms to put back around his neck, pulling you back closer by your waist again. “Okay. Okay. Whatever you say, naughty girl.” You glared at his taunting words until his face turned serious again. “You can thank me all you want, but don’t underestimate how strong you are. How strong you’ve been all these years. Because everything you’ve been through has made you the girl I love today. So if anyone should be grateful, it’s me.”

You felt a lump form in your throat and you felt all of the emotions of the past years crawl up to your watering eyes. You refused to let yourself cry. Not right now. So you crashed your lips to his in a searing kiss, trying to portray every ounce of your love with your lips.

You separated just to whisper against his lips. “I love you, Minho.”

A tear fell unbidden. “I love you too, my angel.”

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⌁ pairing; mafia boss!chan x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre; mafia au, s2l, angst, smut, 18+

⌁ word count; 34.5k

⌁ summary; upon being caught witnessing his criminal activity, notorious mafia boss, bang chan, warns you against exposing his business. however, you’ve never been one to walk away empty handed. 

⌁ warnings; dark themes: mentions and depictions of violence and smoking (cigarettes), usage and distribution of drugs, mentions and possession of weapons, mentions of addiction, slight gaslighting, explicit sex: dom!chan, sub!reader, brat!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, office sex, mirror sex, daddy kink, armpit kink, masturbation (f.), degradation, humiliation, exhibtionism, voyeurism, orgasm control, edging, fingering, clit worship, oral (m. and f. receiving), deep throating, spanking, choking, teasing, dirty talk, pain kink, size kink, cum play, knife play, breast/nipple play

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❥ special thanks to my love eva ( @nottodayjjk​ ) for reading this monster of a fic over for me in record time! 💗

❥ happy birthday to my channie! nothing i can write will ever truly encompass just how much you mean to me. still, i’ll try. 🐺🖤

!! this contains dark themes. please see the warnings prior to reading. if these themes scare or offend you, please do not read or interact !!

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Falling For You

Pairing: lee know x reader Genre: single dad!au, angst, fluff, smut Warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide, swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of hospitals, panic attacks, Chan is a sweetheart, mentions of food, smut (masturbation, biting, nipple sucking, oral [m and f receiving], fingering, cum eating, overstimulation, squirting, face fucking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, degradation, spanking) Word count: 8,380 Taglist: @alphadisaster @rilubs

y/e/n: your ex's name h/e/n: his (minho) ex's name

“I need you to fake being my girlfriend”

You were not expecting those words to come out of Minho’s mouth. You had Minho’s 3 year old daughter, Hana, on your lap. You were pulling faces at her, making her laugh, when Minho popped the question of asking you to fake being his girlfriend, making you stop your actions, looking right at him. Here’s some back story: you and Lee know met 3 years ago at a domestic abuse shelter. You looked at each other from afar, being too scared to make conversation. That was until there was a group activity that involved making conversation with another person. You and Lee Know picked each other as you softly smiled at each other, immediately striking a conversation with soft voices. Since that day, you’ve been best friends ever since. 

You both went to the Domestic Abuse Centre since both of your partners- well, now ex partners- were both toxic. Your ex used to verbally, emotionally and mentally abuse you, always making you feel like you’re nothing. When you got into arguments, he always put the blame on you, making you feel like you were always at fault. Humiliating you for the smallest things, such as making small but degrading comments about the clothes you wear, or the things you enjoy. There were a few occasions where he came home drunk, and that’s when he took his anger out on you in the form of his fists, hitting you. You ended up in the hospital on one occasion, your neighbour hearing your screams of pain so they ended up calling the police as well as an ambulance to your apartment. You ended up with a broken arm and bruised ribs, as well as a broken nose. You wished you were dead rather than be in the relationship with him, you just wanted everything to be over. But you decided you weren’t going to do that, so you researched different centres you could go to, and that’s how you ended up going to the Domestic Abuse Centre.

With Lee Know’s ex, she was always out, drinking and cheating on him with other guys. When she was with Lee Know, though, she was constantly telling him how she was only with him for his looks, and that she didn’t actually love him. She always said that he wasn’t good at anything, berating him. Lee Know always broke down in tears at night, crying himself to sleep. He couldn’t deal with all the abuse. He even tried drinking himself to death, ending up in hospital. He burst into tears once he woke up, startling the nurses in his care. He just wanted the pain to be over. He ended up talking to the nurse about it, and she was the one who suggested the Domestic Abuse Centre, and that’s when he decided to go to it a few days after he was discharged. He was at his lowest when he went there, hood over his head and hands in his pockets, walking straight into the Centre. He walked into a room he was designated to, looking around. He’s never been to anything like this before. He stayed there for a few minutes, contemplating whether he should stay or not, and that’s when he locked eyes with you. You were the reason he stayed: the softness in your eyes, despite a couple of bruises on your face. You just seemed so… kind? Anyway, you’ve been friends since. 

“You want me to do what?” you asked Minho, looking up at him as you continue to hold Hana in your arms. “I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend for e/n and your e/n’s wedding”, ahh so that’s why. You gave it a thought, it won’t harm your friendship if you do pretend to be his girlfriend, right? “If you try anything, mister Lee Minho, I will kick your ass”, you said, glaring at him but your smile on your face said otherwise. Minho smiled at you as he gently grabbed Hana from you, holding her at his hip.

“You know, Hana is the only good thing that came out of the relationship. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me”, Minho said after a while, sitting beside you. Hana played with the strings of Minho’s hoodie, her tiny hands wrapping around the strings and pulling them. When Hana was born, Minho’s ex hardly did anything with Hana, it was all Minho. Minho was there when she said her first word, when she started crawling and when she took her first steps. 

Hana was like a saviour to Minho, being the only form of happiness in the relationship. A few days after he visited the Domestic Abuse Centre, h/e/n came home drunk and horny, pushing Minho down on the bed and started making out with him. It ended up with them fucking (yes fucking, not making love since there was absolutely no love involved), and h/e/n found out she was pregnant a few weeks later. She had a go at Minho, asking him why he got her pregnant when she never wanted to have kids. She slapped him and ran out of the house, leaving Minho all alone like she always did. Minho is glad that she ended up having the baby, holding Hana in his arms when she was born, her tiny hands balled into fists. 

Tears started streaming down his cheeks without his knowledge, some of the tears landing on Hana’s face. “Daddy, why you crying?” her squeaky voice asked, her big brown eyes looking up at her dad. “Don’t worry sweetheart, daddy is fine”, he answered, wiping his cheeks with his arm. 

“So, when do you want me to start being your fake girlfriend?” you asked, wanting to change the topic, wanting to take Minho’s mind off his past. “Well, their wedding is next month so, I honestly don’t mind starting now, if you want? You know, to prepare ourselves for the wedding”, Minho tries to explain himself but the way he starts babbling is adorable, you just start laughing, making Minho stop talking. He questions why you’re laughing at him, to which you answer that he’s cute. He didn’t know how to respond to that so he just tells you to shut up, making Hana gasp.

“Daddy told Y/N to shut up. That’s not nice daddy”, Hana says, making the both of you laugh.

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You and Minho walked through the park, Hana in between you as she held yours and Minho’s hand. The breeze ran through your hair, a few clouds painting the sky as the sun was high in the sky. Hana giggled as she saw a couple of squirrels running across the grass and into a tree. It’s a good thing you and Minho held her hands otherwise she would have tried to run after them.

You decided to sit down on a bench while Minho took Hana to play on the playground, wanting to ensure she was safe. You took in the scenery around you: people walking their dogs, some joggers passing by now and then, couples holding hands and an elderly couple sitting on a bench eating ice cream. The sound of birds chirping could be heard all around you, some flying into trees. You took a couple of pictures of Hana and Minho, wanting to keep them as memories. One of the pictures includes Minho holding Hana in the air, a huge smile on his face, Hana with a huge grin on her face too.

You dreamed of this since you were a child. Having someone you loved (whether it was romantically or platonically, you didn’t care). Having someone who cared about you. Growing up, you didn’t really get that from your parents, your father constantly away on business trips and your mother not really giving you much affection. You didn’t even know what love was until e/n. Well, you thought you knew what love was with him but that turned out to be a massive lie as it turned out to be toxic. When you met Minho, though, that all changed. You learned how to smile without faking it, and learned how to start to love yourself. That’s the most important type of love: self love. You fondly stared at Minho as he continued playing with Hana, chasing her around the playground. You were enjoying the moment until that moment was ruined by something. Well, more like someone.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is. I’m surprised you’re still alive”, oh god, no, please, not now. It was your ex, e/n. Your smile dropped as you heard his voice. You didn’t want to turn around, worried that if you do, you’ll lose it. Even without looking at him, you could tell that he wasn’t alone as you heard a female laugh. Minho’s ex. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to run over to Minho or call his name, concerned for the wellbeing of Hana. You were frozen in your seat. You felt your throat close up, your breathing starting to get heavier. No, not now. You haven’t had a panic attack in months, you thought you were starting to get better but now it’s all come crashing down, all because of him.

“Still the pathetic little bitch you are, I see”, his voice cut daggers into you. “Can’t even defend yourself”, you felt tears well up in your eyes at his words. Minho could sense that something was wrong as he looked over at you on the bench, and that’s when he saw the scene unfold in front of him. He saw y/e/n and h/e/n, and he felt his heart drop. He didn’t care about his emotions, all he was concerned about at that moment was you. He picked up Hana, and left the playground, despite her pleas of wanting to stay. Minho got there in the nick of time as y/e/n was inches away from you, you now having a full on panic attack, tears staining your cheeks, blocking your vision. You had a hand on your chest, struggling to breathe. Minho didn’t waste any time kneeling in front of you, still holding Hana.

“Honey, breathe”, the pet name slipped out of his mouth, but he didn’t care. He breathed in and out, hoping you would copy him, which thankfully you did. You breathed in and out slowly, your breathing starting to become normal again after a few minutes. “And who the fuck are you?” y/e/n asked Minho, his voice full of spite. Minho stood up, giving Hana to you as she now sat in your lap, her hands clinging onto the material of your sweater. “I’m her boyfriend, who actually treats her better than you”, Minho said, giving him a dirty look. H/e/n laughed as she clung onto y/e/n, a smirk on her face. “Darling, please, don’t lie. We all know that-” she was suddenly cut off by Minho.

“I’m sorry, did you say something? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your toxicity”, Minho had no idea where the confidence came from to stand up to her but he was proud, and so were you. H/e/n face dropped as she scowled. “Mommy, the woman is mean”, Hana said, referring to you as ‘mommy’. You’ve never heard her call you that before, and you felt a wave of euphoria come over you. You kissed her forehead as you wrapped your arms around her, bringing her closer to you. 

“‘Mommy’? She didn’t give birth to you, I did! I’m your mother”, h/e/n said, crossing her arms. “I thought you said you didn’t want her? You don’t deserve to have that title. Y/N is basically a mother to her now”, Minho said with a smirk. H/e/n was at a loss of words as she stomped her feet. She pulled y/e/n away as she walked off, stomping away in a huff.

“Thanks for that, Minmin”, you said, the nickname you have for him coming out of your mouth. “Can we go home? I’m tired”, you said, the aftermath of your panic attack draining you. Minho took Hana off you, letting you get up. Luckily your house wasn’t far from the park, the walk home was no longer than 5 minutes away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Minho said, ensuring you were inside until he left. You smiled at him as you gave him a side hug, kissing Hana on her cheek, strands of your hair tickling her face as she giggled.

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You got woken up by the sound of someone knocking on your door, disrupting your beauty sleep. Who had the audacity of waking me up at this hour, you thought to yourself as you rubbed your eyes, which are still full of sleep. Your bare feet thud against the wooden floor, walking towards your front door. You didn’t even bother checking yourself in the mirror, still half-asleep. You opened the front door, seeing Minho standing at your front door, a smile on his face. A leather jacket covering his broad shoulders, which was over a simple black t-shirt. His hands were in the pockets of his ripped jeans, probably to keep them warm due to the bitter breeze in the air.

“What are you doing here at this hour of the morning, mister Lee Know?” you asked, a yawn escaping your lips as you tried patting down your bed hair. Minho checked the time of his watch, squinting his eyes. “It’s 10am”, he said, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly”, is all you said, not saying anything else as you let him in anyway. You walked into the kitchen, making you and Minho a coffee, making yours extra strong to wake you up quicker. 

“Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you because I do but, what are you doing here at this time? And where’s Hana?” you asked, sipping your coffee, your face screwing up at the bitterness, but still take a couple more sips. Minho laughed at the facial expression you made, until he remembered the question you asked. “Hana is at Chan’s for the day. You should have seen her face when I told her. I swear she loves him more than me”, he said, a fake pout on his face. “And we’re going out today. Just you and me. Think of it as a date but not really a date, if that makes sense”, Minho said, his turn to take a sip of his coffee.

“That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever but then again, when do you ever make sense?”, you said, now feeling a bit more awake as you become aware of your surroundings. Minho glared at you, making you chuckle. “Go and get yourself ready before I kick your butt”, Minho said, trying to sound angry but failing as a smile formed on his face. You put your empty coffee cup down on the table and run to your bedroom, getting ready for the day that Minho has planned for you.

Minho sat on the sofa while he waited for you, scrolling through social media on his phone. He watched a funny cat video on Instagram, chuckling before liking the video, saving it into his ‘funny cat videos’ folder. Lee Know has always reminded you of a cat. The way he stretches when he’s tired, stretching his arms out in front of him as he yawns, his fast reflexes whenever something falls and he catches it before it hits the ground. He always gets scared at the littlest of things, which always makes you laugh. You wouldn’t admit this to him but you find him endearing and cute.

Lee Know was in his own world that he didn’t hear your footsteps. It was only when you flicked his forehead when he noticed your presence. He was going to scold you for ‘flicking him too hard’ but his words got stuck in his throat. His eyes travelled up your body, taking in your whole outfit. A pair of black chunky boots were paired with some white knee-high socks, a plain black short sleeved t-shirt was tucked into your favourite plaid skirt. You were wearing light makeup: just some simple eyeliner and mascara, paired with a nude lipstick. How can you be so cute yet so hot at the same time? Minho thought to himself. Well, at least he thought he did.

“You think I’m hot and cute, huh?” you said in a teasing manner, wiggling your eyebrows. Lee Know stuttered, not being able to look at you. All you did was chuckle, patting his shoulder. “I’m just messing with you. Now come on, let’s go on this ‘date’”, and at that, you turned on your heels, not before grabbing your black leather jacket, unintentionally matching with Lee Know.

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You and Minho spent the day just browsing through different shops, just having a laugh. You forced Minho to try on the ugliest clothes you could find, thinking it would be hilarious. But some of the clothes you picked out for him to try, he actually made them look not ugly. You felt your stomach rumbling, meaning you were hungry, so Minho decided that you guys get something to eat.

You sat inside the nearest restaurant you found, which was a ramen place. You slurped on your noodles, relishing the taste. Minho just watched you slurp your noodles, thinking it’s a funny habit that you have whenever you have ramen. “Hey, slow down before you get heartburn”, Minho said, concern in his voice. Whenever you eat quickly, nine times out of ten get heartburn so Minho always has to make sure you eat your food slowly. You looked up at Minho, managing to get some sauce in the corner of your mouth.

“You have a bit of something by your mouth”, MInho said, gesturing to the sauce by your mouth. You went to wipe the sauce away but before you could, Minho reached out and wiped it for you with his thumb, licking the sauce off his thumb. You were dumbfounded as you didn’t expect him to do that. Minho didn’t seem fazed, however, as he continued eating. 

You walked out of the restaurant once you were finished eating, forgetting about the incident. You grabbed Minho’s wrist as you pulled him along, finding the next shop to go to. Unfortunately for Minho, the next shop you went into was a lingerie shop. He didn’t know what to do as he just stood there in the middle of the shop, trying not to look at the different sets of lingerie. He averted his eyes, covering them as he walked past some lingerie, making his way towards you.

“Why are we in here again?” he asked, watching you look at different sets of lingerie. “I need a new set of underwear. I don’t want to wear my old underwear to the wedding. I want to feel great”, you said, not looking at him. You chose a couple of sets, telling Minho to sit outside the fitting room while you tried the sets on. 

It’s been about 10 minutes since you walked into the dressing room and Minho is starting to get bored. He played games on his phone, entertaining himself. Suddenly, the question that left you made Minho stop in his tracks.

“Minho, please can you help me?”

Minho slowly put his phone away and walked into the dressing room you were in, ensuring the door was locked so no one would walk in. He turned around and his eyes went wide. You were wearing a red lingerie set, but you were struggling to clasp your bra shut. So that’s why you wanted his help. “I can’t seem to clasp the bra shut”, you said, looking at him through the mirror. Minho gulped as he came up behind you, trailing his fingers along your back as he grabbed the clasp of the bra, managing to close it in one try. You turned around, facing Minho. 

“What do you think?” you asked him, a smile on your face. Minho didn’t say anything, which worried you, thinking he doesn’t like the set you’re wearing. “You don’t like it? Guess I’ll keep looking”, and you went to unlock the door to let Minho out but before you could reach the door, Minho pushed you up against the wall, startling you. 

“I think you should get this set, you look great in it”, Minho said after a while of just staring at you, a small smile on his face. He let go of you and left the dressing room, going to sit back outside. You closed the door and locked it, confused about what just happened. You shrugged your shoulders and got changed back into your clothes.

You left the shop with a bag full of different sets, a smile on your face. As you left the shop, however, you saw y/e/n and h/e/n. You panicked and grabbed Minho’s hand, locking your fingers with his. You made eye contact with y/e/n and rolled your eyes, walking straight past them. You didn’t have the energy to talk to them as you quickly walked away, heading towards the car park, wanting to spend the rest of the day with Minho at your apartment. Minho didn’t seem to mind though.

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It’s been about 15 minutes since you got home and Minho still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. He said he was going for a quick shower, is he ok? You got off the sofa and went to check on him, wanting to know if he’s ok. As you got closer to the bathroom, you heard the shower running but you heard faint… moans? Fuck. your eyes widened, can’t help but to listen to his breathy moans. You knew that you shouldn’t listen to him as he’s your best friend for god's sake but, he just sounded so beautiful. You were brought back to reality as the shower suddenly switched off, the sound of Minho getting out of the shower. You carefully made your way back to the living room, pretending that you were there the whole time Minho was in the shower.

You scrolled through your phone, hearing the faint sound of Minho’s footsteps walking into the guest bedroom where he stays when he’s at yours. You took a sneak peak at him before he went into the bedroom and you noticed the faint outline of his abs. Since when did he start working out? Were you slowly falling for your best friend? No you can’t be, you shouldn’t.

“You ok?” Minho startled you as he stood in front of you, his hair still slightly damp. He wore a plain black t-shirt and shorts which he kept at yours the last time he stayed over. You just smiled up at him, afraid your voice would break if you spoke. 

You and Minho cuddled on the couch as you watched a film on the TV, but you weren’t paying attention to it, your mind still occupied with Minho. Minho tapping on your thigh isn’t helping matters. Minho always taps on your thighs whenever you watch a film together but why is it much different now? 

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You woke up the next morning, and for some reason, you didn’t want to get out of bed. You just wanted to hide away from the world. You looked at the time, seeing that the clock read 10am. You knew you needed to get up but for some reason, your body wouldn’t move. Your heart felt heavy and for some reason, you just started crying. You wanted to call Minho but you didn’t want to bother him, even though he is your best friend. So you texted the next person you could think of.

y/n: are you free?

Aussie boy: yeah, I’m free. What’s up doll?

y/n: please can you come over? 

Aussie boy: be there in a few x

Chan is like a big brother to you, meeting him through Minho. Chan is the person who you talk to when Minho isn’t available, which you’re thankful for. Luckily Chan has an extra key for your apartment so you didn’t need to worry about letting him in. You continued crying as you buried yourself under your covers, can’t seem to catch your breath as your breathing got heavier.

Chan got to yours in about 5 minutes, letting himself into your apartment. He took his shoes off after closing the door. He called out to you, but received no response. It was when he heard your broken sobs is when he ran towards your bedroom.

He opened the door, hearing your louds sobs. He opened your curtains, letting the sunshine into the room. He lifted the covers off of you, sitting you up in your bed. He knelt in front of you, looking up at you. “Hey, doll, I’m here, ok? Breath with me, yeah?” he held your hands as he breathed in and out, trying to get you to do the same. You tried but it didn’t work. You started to feel light headed, your eyes stinging with tears. 

After 5 to 10 minutes, you still couldn’t catch your breath and Chan didn’t know what to do. He held you in his arms, hoping his heartbeat would help. Thankfully, that seemed to work as your breathing started to go back to normal, your sobs subsiding. You fell asleep in his arms, light snores leaving you. Chan texted Minho, asking him to come to your apartment, and he received a quick response from him saying he’ll be there soon. 

Minho rushed to your apartment, Hana sitting in the back of his car in her car seat, cuddling her teddy bear, which is the one you got her for her 3rd birthday. He reached your apartment, getting out of the car and held Hana in his arms, walking to your front door. He let himself in, closing the door behind him. He walked through your apartment, seeing Chan sitting on the sofa.

“What’s happened?” Minho asked Chan, worry evident in his voice. “y/n had a panic attack”, is all he said and Minho walked into your bedroom, seeing you looking up at the ceiling. “Baby, why didn’t you call me?” The pet name came naturally to him, sitting on the edge of your bed. Hana made grabby hands to you, meaning she wanted a cuddle from you. You sat up and held Hana in your arms.

“I didn’t want to be a burden to you”, you said, your voice full of sadness. Minho frowned, putting a hand on your knee. “y/n, you’ll NEVER be a burden to me so don’t say that, ok? Even if I’m busy, I’ll come running to be beside you, ok?” Minho said, rubbing his hand over your knee. You didn’t know what to say so you just smiled sadly, nodding your head. You kissed Hana on the head, thankful to have such lovely people in your life. You still don’t know why you had a panic attack, it just came all of a sudden. Hana looked up at you and gave you a big smile, before she kissed you on the chin, which is her way of saying ‘I love you’. Chan stood in the doorway of your bedroom, giving you a look that said ‘you ok?’ to which you nodded and gave him a smile. 

“Minho, can you stay with me please?” you asked, not wanting to be alone. He didn’t need to be asked twice to stay with you. Chan said his goodbyes as he left, leaving the three of you alone. Minho looked at you fondly, a smile on his face, knowing that you’re ok. Hana noticed the way Minho is looking at you, and she loudly said, “Daddy loves y/n!”

“Of course I love y/n, sweetheart. She’s my best friend!” Minho said, smiling at Hana. “I want you to be boyfriend and girlfriend for reals”, Hana said, squeezing her teddy bear. You and Minho looked at each other, not saying a word. Minho asked you to be his fake girlfriend to get back at both of your exes, he doesn’t feel that way about you. Does he? You don’t want to get your hopes up.

You, Minho and Hana cuddled up in your bed, Hana asleep between the two of you. Small snores left her mouth, she looked so peaceful. Her teddy bear was between her arms, her small body under the duvet. You felt eyes on you and you looked at Minho, who’s eyes were on you. He looked at you fondly, a twinkle in his eyes. All of a sudden, he leaned towards you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight, love”, and at that, he turned the bedroom lamp off, got under the covers and settled off to sleep. You, however, stayed awake for a bit, thinking about what Hana said. Yes, you love Minho but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him.

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It’s a week before the wedding and you’re looking in your vanity mirror. You couldn’t help but point out the flaws you see on your face. Acne scars and blemishes on your cheeks, you hated them about yourself. But you can’t help that so you just have to live with them. The sound of rain could be heard outside, when all of a sudden, the crash of thunder and lightning lit up your bedroom, startling you. There was a loud bang on your front door, meaning someone is knocking on your front door. You got up off your chair, going to the front door. You looked through the peephole, noticing Minho. You opened the door, seeing the state he was in. He was soaked from the rain, and it looked like he had been crying. You immediately brought him in, closing the door.

“What’s happened?!?” you asked, bringing him into the bathroom to get a towel. You gave him the towel, drying himself off and to keep him warm. He tried to speak but everytime he did, his words were cut off by sobs. That’s when you noticed a bruise on his face. Who the fuck hurt him?!

“Please don’t tell me she did this to you”, you asked him, referring to his ex. When he nodded, however, you felt your blood boil, but you didn’t show it, wanting to ensure Minho is your first priority.

Once Minho was dry, you sat him down in the living room, sitting beside him. You didn’t pressure him to speak, you wanted to ensure that he was comfortable enough to speak. You looked at him, holding his hand. You rubbed your thumb over his hand, calming him down. 

“I-i was just sitting on the sofa next to Hana while she watched her favourite show when I heard a knock on the door. I knew I should have looked through the peephole before opening the door. She just started shouting at me, telling me that I’m not good enough for anyone and-”, he couldn’t finish his sentence as he started crying again, bringing him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. “I tried to stand up for myself but she didn’t seem to like that. I didn’t want Hana to be frightened by her shouting so I asked her to leave, trying to push her away from the door. And that’s when she hit me”, although his words were muffled, you knew what he said. You tightened your grip on him, feeling yourself about to cry. You stayed like that for a while, Minho’s sobs were the only thing that could be heard.

His sobs subsided after a while, pulling away from the hug. You looked at him, holding his face in your hands. “You are good enough. You’re loved by a lot of people and you’re amazing. You’re a great father to Hana and you’re my best friend who I love. Don’t listen to those lies because they’re not true. You’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and you’re the light of my life”, and you don’t know what came over you but, you kissed him. It was only short but, that’s all Minho needed to realise that he was, in fact, in love with you. You pulled away after a few seconds, your lips lingering against his. You looked into his eyes, which were full of love. He smiled at you before kissing you again, this time much longer. 

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It was the day of the wedding and you’re getting dressed. Black dress pants and a black waistcoat, paired with a black blazer. Your hair slicked back with simple makeup, which was paired with a bold red lip. You slipped on a pair of black heels and grabbed your purse and phone. You walked out of your bedroom, seeing Minho sitting on your sofa. Hana is spending the day with Chan, which she’s happy about. Minho looked up and his jaw dropped as he saw you. He stood up and walked towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. “You look hot, as always”, he smirked, kissing your neck. “Let’s go, shall we?” you said, heading out of your apartment.

You got to the wedding, Minho’s arm around your waist, walking into the building. Everyone had their eyes on the two of you, and that alone made you feel superior. You missed that feeling. You looked at Minho, seeing a smirk on his face. He felt eyes on him, looking back at you. He kissed the side of your neck, his lips lingering on the skin.

You and Minho were sitting in the middle aisle, not recognising anyone there. Well, that was until you saw your ex’s parents sitting at the front. You despised his parents. You thought they would believe you when you told them their son abused you but they didn’t, blatantly ignoring the signs. You had a feeling they knew since you showed up to their house with bruises, but they didn’t do anything since their son is ‘too good to be in prison’. Ever since that day, you despised them, and you haven’t seen them since. Until you saw them at the wedding.

They turned around and saw you. You noticed them looking at you and, a few months ago, you would have trembled with fear, but you surprised yourself when you smirked at them, giving them a small wave. They didn’t seem to like that as his mother scowled at you, turning back around.

The wedding went by rather quickly, both you and Minho making small comments to each other, quietly laughing. You just couldn’t wait for the wedding to be over. Minho’s hand on your thigh kept travelling higher and higher, and you kept stopping him, you could see the smirk on his face in the corner of your eye. The wedding was finally over, the now married couple walking down the aisle. Only you and Minho weren’t clapping, everyone else was cheering the couple. 

At the after party, you and Minho were standing in the corner of the room, a drink in your hand, some strong liqueur. Minho had a beer in his hand, not wanting to drink anything too strong. He loves strong alcohol but since he’s driving, he doesn’t want to risk it. “Hey”, you said, getting his attention, taking a sip of your drink. He looked at you, his eyes going back and forth to your face and your cleavage. “After I’ve had this drink, you want to get out of here?” you asked him, lust in your eyes. He didn’t say anything as he just nodded, gulping down his drink. No one noticed you two leaving the party, Minho basically dragging you to his car.

The whole car journey back to yours was full of tension. You took your blazer off once you got in the car, putting your cleavage on show. Minho was surprised that he didn’t crash the car with the amount of times he got distracted by it. Minho’s hand on your thigh with his other hand on the steering wheel. His hand reached further and further up your thigh, squeezing your thigh every now and then, Minho’s pants got tighter as the minutes passed, the pain unbearable. Minho parked his car in front of your apartment, slamming the brakes on and turned the car off. 

The both of you rushed to your apartment, wasting no time to lock your lips together the moment Minho closed the door behind him. You felt yourself being pushed up against the wall, Minho pushing himself up against you. You felt his clothed hard on against your thigh, turning you on even more.

Within a few minutes of you being back in the apartment, you were both now in your underwear. Minho stared at you as he took in the lingerie you were wearing. It was the same red lingerie that turned him on when he saw you wearing it back in the lingerie shop. He groaned at the sight of you, pulling you closer to him. He attached his lips to your neck, sucking on a particular spot that made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, a moan leaving your throat. That only edged Minho further, nipping your skin, biting it softly.

Before you knew it, your back was placed softly on your bed, Minho hovering above you. His lips never left yours as he unclasped your bra, pulling the straps down your arms, throwing it behind him. His lips travelled down your neck and to your chest, sucking purple spots over your skin. His lips attached to your nipples, swirling his tongue around your bud, biting it every so often. 

His lips travelled down your chest, across your stomach and reached closer to where you needed him most. “Minho, please”, you moaned, needing his mouth on your pussy. “Patience, baby girl, I’m taking my time with you”, he said, his voice an octave lower. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs, dropping them on the floor. 

Your wet pussy glistened with your juices, Minho looking at it with hunger in his eyes, like a predator looking at its prey. He buried his face between your legs, his arms hooking themselves around your legs. His lips attached to your nub, sucking on it, the sensation sending you over the edge. He kissed your lips, licking your juices with his tongue. He moaned at the taste, digging his nails into the flesh of your thighs. You whimpered as Minho continued abusing your pussy, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loudly. Minho didn’t seem to like that, however, as he inserted a finger into your hole, pumping it in and out, trying to push you further over the edge. 

“Fuck, Minho”, he finally managed to get you to moan loudly, your whimpers slowly turning into high pitched moans. You felt yourself reaching your high, the knot in your stomach coming undone as you orgasmed, your juices coating Minho’s tongue. He lapped up your arousal, swallowing your nectar. Minho didn’t give you time to catch your breath as he continued pumping his finger in and out of your hole, inserting another finger, curling them inside you. His fingers reached your g-spot, the sensation causing you to roll your eyes back. You felt your second orgasm reach you in a matter of minutes, this one being more intense than the last one, causing you to scream out, cum squirting Minho in the face.

“Fuck, baby girl. That was hot”, Minho said, wiping the cum off his face, licking it off his hand. He slowly got off you, standing up at the edge of the bed. You sat up, watching Minho as he took his boxers off, his hard cock springing out against his stomach. Your eyes widened as you saw his size. He wasn’t the biggest but he was thick, his thick tip leaking pre cum. You knew what Minho wanted you to do as you got on your knees, grabbing his cock in your hand. You pumped him before you took him in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his tip before bobbing your head, taking him whole. Your cheeks hollowed out as his cock disappeared into your mouth, Minho watching you like the good girl you are. He held your hair, slowly fucking your face. 

“That’s it, baby girl. Such a good girl for me”, Minho said, groans leaving his throat. Your makeup ran down your face as tears streamed down your face, along with saliva and Minho’s cum. His load dribbled down your chin, the rest of it being swallowed down your throat. His cock twitched in your mouth, his orgasm hitting him as he moaned. 

You took him out of your mouth, a string of saliva mixed with cum being formed as you pulled away. Minho grabbed your face and connected his lips with yours, pushing you back down on the bed, climbing on top of you. You could feel his cock against your thigh, grinding up on him. He groaned as he bit your bottom lip. 

“Minho, I need you”, you moaned into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. “Where do you need me, baby? Use your words, darling”, his breath hot against your ear, nibbling on your lobe. “I need you inside me, please”, you pleaded, needing his cock buried inside your pussy. He didn’t need to be asked twice as his cock teased your entrance, easily sliding between your folds as he pushed inside you, the both of you moaning. 

He didn’t start moving until you gave him confirmation, slowly moving his hips as he went further inside you, causing you to grip the sheets underneath you. Minho looked at your fucked out expression, feeling proud of himself as a smirk formed on his face. He kept at a slow, steady pace, not wanting to go any faster just in case you didn’t like it. 

“Fuck Minho, just like that”, you moaned, arching your back as Minho hit your g-spot. You felt amazing. No one has ever made you feel as good as Minho is currently making you feel. You were on cloud nine. Although you loved the feeling of Minho inside you, you wanted more. “I need more”, you moaned out, Minho wanting you to voice your words.

“Need more what, baby? Be a good girl and tell me what you need”, Minho said, burying his face in your neck, leaving kisses under your ear. “Need you to go harder”, you said, causing Minho to look you in the eyes. “You sure, baby? Cause if I go any harder, I won’t be able to stop”, he said softly, leaving a kiss on your nose. You nodded, your words being interrupted by moans. 

That was all Minho needed to grab your hips and thrusted harder into you. It was like a switch turned on inside him. One moment he was soft and gentle and the next, he was pounding into you, an animalistic growl leaving him. Skin slapping against each other could be heard around the room, along with your moans and Minho’s groans. You dug your nails into his back, trailing your nails down his back. 

Your moans turned into screams, the bed hitting against the wall, the frame squeaking underneath you. His cock abused your hole, hitting your walls. You felt your orgasm coming as your screams turned high pitch, creaming all over Minho’s cock. Minho didn’t stop thrusting until he released his load into you, a moan leaving him as his cum shot inside you, dribbling down your thighs. He pulled out of you and you felt yourself being flipped over onto your back with a yelp, Minho pushing himself inside you again. He grabbed your hair, pulling your back into his front, using his other hand to wrap around your throat.

He pounded into you from behind, your ass hitting his abdomen. “F-fuck Minho, hnnng”, you couldn’t form a sentence, your words becoming incoherent. The grip on your throat got tighter as Minho started choking you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, seeing stars. You started drooling, saliva dripping down your chin and onto Minho’s hand but he didn’t seem to notice or care.

“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you? My own personal fuck toy”, Minho growled into your ear, biting your ear lobe. The grip on your hair and the pressure on your throat made you feel lightheaded, the feeling causing your pussy to pulsate. You could only muster up incoherent noises, consisting of blabbering and moans. You could feel Minho’s smirk against your ear, his breath hot against it. Your juices leaked out of your hole, dripping onto the sheets below you, your orgasm hitting you as you screamed. You felt really sensitive but that didn’t stop Minho. No, he wanted to keep going until you passed out underneath him.

He pulled his cock out of you, jerking off and releasing his cum onto your back. He leant down and licked the cum off your back before flipping you over onto your back. He connected his lips with yours, tasting his cum on his lips.

He sat up and made you straddle him, his hands on your ass. He sat you on top of his cock, his cock pushing inside you. He thrusted himself up into you, gripping your ass cheeks. “Such a fucking whore, aren’t you? If only people knew what such a slut you are”, Minho said, moving one of his hands off your ass cheek, holding your chin to force you to look at him. He tapped your lips, telling you to open your mouth to which you obeyed. He spat in your mouth, closing your mouth for you to swallow his saliva. 

You started bouncing on his cock, holding his shoulders for support. Every now and then, Minho landed a hand on your ass, gripping the flesh. You won’t be surprised if you end up with hand marks imprinted on them. “Look at you, your makeup ruined and I’m the cause of it. I bet no one has ever made you feel this good, hm? Aww baby, such a cockslut, aren’t you” his words drove you crazy, and you saw yourself in the reflection in the mirror. The sight alone, along with the feeling Minho was making you feel, caused you to cum hard on his cock, causing you to scream with pleasure. Your orgasm hits you, making your legs shake, almost making you fall backwards. Minho held you, his own orgasm hitting him, his cock twitching inside you. You end up passing out in your current position, falling asleep on Minho’s shoulder.

Whilst you were asleep, Minho cleaned you up, wiping the makeup off your face. He dressed you in one of his oversized t-shirts, before cleaning himself up and got into bed next to you.

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You woke up to the sound of pots and pans banging, disturbing you of your sleep. You looked at the time, the clock reading 8am. Who woke you up at this time of the morning? You went to cuddle Minho to realise he’s not there. You sat up, wiping the sleep out of your eyes and went to get up but as soon as you stood up, your legs buckled underneath you, falling to the ground with a yelp.

Minho came running into the bedroom, seeing you on the floor. All he could do was chuckle before helping you up. “Thanks to you, I can’t walk”, you pouted, wrapping your arms around Minho’s neck as he carried you to the kitchen. “Weren’t you the one who wanted me to go rough?” Minho smirked at you before chuckling. He did have a point.

He sat you down in a chair at the dining table, continuing making the two of you breakfast. You noticed the scratch marks on his back, making you widen your eyes. “I scratched your back good, didn’t I?” you said, you felt kind of proud if you’re being honest. Minho finished making breakfast, setting down two plates of pancakes with blueberries and whipped cream. “Guess we both have something to be proud of then, eh?” Minho said, taking a bite of his pancakes. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering what he meant. “I fucked you so hard that you passed out in my arms”, all you could do was widen your eyes, the second time that morning.

“Eat up, doll”, you didn’t need to be asked twice as you dove into your food, relishing in the taste of the pancakes. You ate in silence, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. The both of you played footsies under the table, giggling as you accidentally kicked Minho’s shin, making him almost choke on his pancakes.

“I have a question”, you asked as you gave Minho your plate to wash it. “Go ahead, darling”, Minho responded, not turning around as he washed the dishes. “Does this mean that we aren’t pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend anymore? Now that the wedding is over. We can just stop now, right?” you asked, a hint of sadness in your voice. You didn’t want it to be over but now that you and Minho slept together, that could ruin your friendship which scared you.

“It doesn’t have to be over if you don’t want it to. Pretending, I mean”, he said, turning around to look at you. You just looked at him, waiting for him to speak. “I love you. Not just in a friend kind of way but in a more than friends kind of way”, he said, kneeling in front of you, looking up at you with love in his eyes. You didn’t say anything as you just smiled, leaned down and kissed him. You’re glad that you don’t need to keep pretending.

02. sharing a bed series ; skz ; lee know

masterlist.

sharing a bed series part 2/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN.

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pairing: lee know/reader content info: sexual content. friends2lovers, sharing a bed trope. reader&minho had an argument. reader gets pussy eaten. minho likes to tease.

inspired by the cinematic masterpiece known to the world as lee know log 9, aka that vlog where minho went camping and i never recovered.

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There is a perpetual hum around the campsite, heaters and lamps and cookers buzzing through the night, plus the rain has started coming down harder.  Its restless patter over the tarp of the luxury tent is more a nuisance than relaxing. 

The noise is not why you are still awake.   Your insomnia is the cause of good old-fashioned guilt. 

You and Minho lost your reservation thanks to some traffic delays and the campsite only had single-bed tents available by the time you arrived.  You have been sharing a bed all weekend, but right now you are alone.  Minho stormed out an hour ago, claiming he needed a walk to clear his head after your argument.

The argument you started. 

All weekend, you’ve been testing Minho’s seemingly infallible patience.  Minho might joke around sharply, but he’s a secret softy and it’s hard to get him genuinely angry.  You could feel yourself being a ridiculous ass but, like everything else of late, it felt out of control.  You were like a third party watching your own stupid argument, unable to stop yourself and unable to help him.  He was the mature one, leaving to find some space.

Even if it was after calling you ridiculous and uptight.      

You didn’t cry.  You didn’t let yourself cry.  Maybe you can’t control anything else, but you can control that. 

Now, you just lay in bed and listen to the rain.  You can’t sleep anyway, so you leave the lights on for Minho.   The rain is coming down pretty hard.  You hope he gets back soon.   Much as you don’t want to face him, you are worried about him. 

As if summoned by your thoughts, the tent opens and Minho stomps inside.  He is wearing a backwards hat and a hoodie, neither of which did much to protect him from the downpour.  You look over your shoulder at him, watching him shake himself out.   The wet hat comes off and hits the ground with a slap, the hoodie following.  It leaves him shivering in a t-shirt and shorts, his jaw clenched. 

He turns abruptly, looking right at you.  There is so much intensity in his gaze as he stares at you, slicking his wet hair back.   An unbidden spark of heat bursts inside you.   I want him to look at me like that when he fucks me, you think.  The thought makes you whip away to stare at the white tent wall.  Your heart pounds.   That pounding intensifies when Minho struts up to bed, crossing the space in a few quick strides.  You don’t dare turn around, clutching the blankets and staring at the wall.

He turns off the lights.  Then you hear him leave, disappearing into the small bathroom joined to your tent. 

You exhale.  It takes a while to come down from the burst of adrenaline, but it has mostly dwindled by the time Minho returns.  You hear him moving about in the dark.  You lay straight as a board, your back to him. 

You stare through the dark at nothing.  You know you should apologize for earlier but you can’t bring yourself to speak.   You just breathe. 

Minho climbs into the bed.  It dips under his weight and you feel a flood of warmth from his company.  He has toweled himself dry and changed into sweatpants and a dry t-shirt.  He smells fresh and clean, and just a little woodsy. The bed is not very big so he bumps you as he lays down.  It makes your heart race again, which just makes you cringe. 

The rain has slowed.  It still patters against the roof of the tent, but gently.  

The quiet makes the silence between you even more tense.  It feels heavier than the blankets, dense and suffocating.   You swallow. 

The argument was your fault.  Everything that went wrong this weekend was your fault.  You’ve been on edge and quick to overreaction, uncharacteristic to your usual composure.  You could tell it was worrying Minho but he has never been the type to pry.  No, he waits until he is asked, which would be great if you knew how to ask.  Hug me, hold me, help me.   You don’t know how to ask for the things you want.   So you just continued to spiral, taking it out on him.  

It should be you turning around, you facing him, you apologizing, but it’s Minho who rolls over.  You freeze when he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight from behind.   He doesn’t quite kiss your shoulder, but he presses his face there for a second.  Wisps of his dyed blonde hair tickle your face.  You can imagine his eyes closing when he sighs. 

“I’m sorry,” he says.  “I shouldn’t have said that shit.  I don’t even know why we were fighting.  Just call it my fault, okay?  I shouldn’t have taken a city girl camping.”   

He is trying to joke with you.  His friendliness is what gets you.  Even after everything, he is still so good to you.   

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the sound when you start crying.  It’s a useless effort because your shoulders shake and Minho can feel it.  Resigned to your pitiful state, you let your gasps shudder out of you. 

“Hey, hey,” he says, rolling you onto your back.  He wipes his thumbs over your wet cheeks, staring down at you with his brow furrowed in confusion.  “I was just kidding.  I’m sorry.  Take a free slap.”  He grabs your hand and lightly taps his own cheek with it. 

It does make you laugh, but it’s a watery sound, rippling through your tears. 

“Minho,” you say miserably, “I lost my job.” 

Understanding fills his expression.  You can’t bear to look at him, so you roll towards him to hide your face in his chest.   He lets you, wrapping an arm around you and rubbing your back as you make a blubbery mess on his shirt.   You tell him the whole story, about the promotion you lost to someone else, about the sudden downsizing and subsequent firing.   You are someone who functions with meticulous planning so your life being upended sent you hurtling into an unfamiliar state of panic.  

“That’s why I went out alone the other night,” you say.  Your tears have slowed to hiccups by now.  “I know it was stupid and it made you mad.  I just felt like I was gonna explode.” 

Hopping bars and picking up random men is very out of wont for you.   That’s why you did it.  Minho was less than pleased when he found out you went wandering around downtown at night, inebriated and alone.   His scolding was reasonable but you were beyond reason.

He goes stiff when you mention it now, though he doesn’t stop rubbing your back. 

“I wasn’t mad,” he says after a minute.  “I was just worried.  And…”

You peek up at him.  He sighs and groans and yells all at once, an amazing feat of sound, throwing his head back so it thumps hard against the headboard. 

“I was jealous,” he says bitterly. 

“Jealous,” you say.  “Of me?”  

“Yes.”  He gives you a very sarcastic look.   “I wished it was me in that little black dress going out and—no.  Obviously not of you.  Why do you always torture me like this?   Go cry on the floor.”  He jostles you but jokingly, still holding you against him. 

You laugh a little, resting your head on his shoulder.  Your head feels fuzzy and you don’t think it’s from crying.  Minho just admitted he was jealous of you going out with some other guy.   It feels like your heart is doing circus tricks. 

“There was nothing to be jealous of anyway,” you say softly.  “We didn’t do anything.  He insisted he was, um, really good with, uh, his mouth, you know, but then, like, the more he insisted, um, you know me, I started thinking too hard and, um, he couldn’t make me, well…”

“Keep stammering.  It makes me feel less embarrassed about myself.”   

“Minho.”  You slap his chest.  His laugh is more of a maniacal cackle, his demeanour having shifted back to glee at your admission.   You lift your head to look at him, biting your lip, noticing how his eyes go to your mouth.  “He wound up leaving before it could go farther,” you say, your words startling him into meeting your gaze.  You know it’s a petty blow, but you can’t help but admit, “He said I was too uptight and left.”

Minho’s whole face scrunches up like he just got punched in the gut.   

“No,” he says.  “No.   You’re just saying that to bully me.  I didn’t call you the same thing as that idiot.”   

“It’s okay,” you say. 

“No.” He groans again, closing his eyes and kicking his feet.  “Ahhhhhhh.  I should be shot!”  

You are laughing properly now, clinging to him as he squirms in horror.          

“I’m sorry,” you say.  “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“Oh really?”  He cocks an eyebrow at you, his mouth a grim line. 

“Well.”  You burst into laughter all over again.  “Maybe just a little!” 

He laughs hard at that, shaking his head, but still retaliates by tickling you.  Your laughter turns hysterical, peels of giggles as he pokes every ticklish inch of skin. 

“Minhoooo,” you whine to no avail.  He just grins and continues his attack. 

Your wriggling pushes the blankets off the bed.  You try and whack him with a pillow so that hits the floor too.  Soon it is just you and Minho and some dishevelled bedsheets, you on your back with him leaning over you.   You are both out of breath, both smiling.  His hands are by your head, cradling you under him, while yours are on his chest as if preparing to push. 

The room feels quiet, the silence again tense.  But this tension is not rife with the same uncertainty as before.   It is not guilt or shame, but a longing that comes from the whispered confession that he was jealous of the last man in your bed, the simple reality that he is sharing your bed right now.     

You do not push him away.  You hook your fingers in the collar of his shirt and pull.  His elbows bend as he swoops down, meeting your raised head.  He kisses you, deep and hot and slow, gently pressing your head back into the plush bed.  Your squirming is very different now, legs opening to make room for him to settle between them.  He feels so good on top of you, the feeling of his strong thighs between your legs, of his chest under your hands, wisps of hair brushing your face as he kisses and kisses and kisses you. 

The kiss ends when you are simply too breathless to continue.  He rests his forehead against yours, breathing hard. 

“Wow,” you say softly.  You look at him.  His dark eyes are often severe in a playful way and right now they are intense, seductive, and it isn’t a joke.   You touch his bottom lip, holding his gaze while he kisses the tips of your fingers.   “Just so you know, that kiss was way better than everything that happened the other night.”

He grins at that. 

“Oh,” he says.  “Really?” 

“Yeah.”  You watch him kiss your fingers again, then your palm.  He looks at you as he dips a little lower, kissing the inside of your wrist.  You are hypnotized by the heat of his dark stare, so you speak without thinking much.  “Everything you do turns me on, though,” you say.  “Even earlier, when you were crushing that garlic with the knife—”

His seduction breaks with a little laugh and he raises both eyebrows. 

“Garlic?” he asks.  “The garlic got you hot?”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you say, pouting.  “You already made me cry once tonight…”

“Oh, is that what happened?” he says.  “Sure, okay, let’s play.  I made you cry.   I should make it up to you?”

“Mhm…”

“Well then.”  He leans in close to kiss you but he lingers for a torturously long time, just hovering above your lips.   Then he abruptly pulls away.  He kneels upright and sits back on his heels.   

Confused, you push yourself up on your elbows.   He is looking around the room and tapping his chin thoughtfully.

“What is it?” you ask.   

“Hmm?”  He looks at you, tilting his head as if you are the confusing one.  “What?  I’m just looking for some garlic, since you’re into that for some reason.  Give me a minute to remember where I put it.”  

“Ahhh, I hate you!”  You flop back down, covering your face with your hands. 

Minho, diabolical creature that he is, throws back his head and laughs.  He tries to pry your hands off your face but you stubbornly hold on.  He sighs with theatrical exasperation and gives up.  

You hear the rustle of fabric.  Curious, you peek between your fingers.  Minho is staring down at you with a single eyebrow cocked, a smug little smirk tugging at his lips.  That smirk grows as he reaches back, flexing his arms before grabbing the back of his t-shirt and pulling.  Your hands fall away from your face completely, your eyes drinking in the gradual reveal of skin as he pulls his shirt off.   It lands somewhere on the floor, forgotten. 

“Okay,” he says, nodding curtly.  “Your turn.”  He makes a come-hither motion with two fingers.  “Come on.  Hurry up.” 

Your brain has short-circuited.  It takes a second to make sense of his request and another minute to actually do it.  You sit up long enough to peel your shirt off, then flop back down where you continue to stare at him.   You are checking each other out, looking up and down.   Your eyes goes over his bare chest and down, your mouth falling open. 

You breath catches when he cups his hardening dick through his sweatpants, rubbing the heel of his hand there. 

You meet his gaze, already breathing harder.

“What else then?” he says, still stroking himself through his clothes as he looks at you. 

“Uh, ah, erm, hm—”

“You said everything I do turns you on.”  He falls forward and catches himself on both hands, so suddenly you gasp.   Once again his arms cage you in, his face close to yours.  His hips come down heavy between your legs, his dick hard where it presses intimately against you.  “So,” he says.  “What else then?” 

“Oh.”  You are staring at his mouth, gaze heavy-lidded when he rocks against you.  “Um.  Well.  Sometimes when you’re driving in reverse and you put your hand on my headrest, it kinda—” 

Once again, his seduction attempt is thwarted when he can’t help but laugh.  He drops his head, laughing harder when you lightly smack him.    

“Stop asking if you’re just gonna laugh!” you say, even while laughing too. 

“Okay,” he says.  “Garlic and driving in reverse.  I’m learning so much.” 

“I’m gonna kill you.” 

“That would be very rude,” he says.  “Especially since I’m about to go down on you.” 

“You—wha—ohhh—”

You grab his head instinctively, fingers sinking into the natural dark roots of his dyed hair, just as he dips down to press kisses on your chest.  You arch under him as his mouth finds every sensitive spot, licking sweetly and biting meanly, as to be expected from Minho.  By the time he reaches the waistband of your shorts, you are panting and wriggling and clawing at him desperately.   

You don’t even have time to overthink.  The world and all its troubles fall away for the time being.  

You will figure things out.  You always do.  Right now, you let yourself lose control.   You usually hate the feeling, but in this moment you don’t mind at all, because Minho has you.   You trust him completely.  Surrender is easy.   

The rest of your clothes join the messy heap on the floor.  He runs his hand smoothly along the inside of your thigh before guiding it over his shoulder.   He kisses there, then kisses you excruciatingly chastely between your legs.  When you try and move, he keeps you steady, the sturdy hands that captivated you now holding you firmly in place. 

When he finally stops torturing you, he gives you everything at once: a long, hot lick right up your centre.  Again, your fingers find his hair.  He doesn’t complain or lose focus even though you are scratching at him a bit ferociously.  Ever a skilled worker, he stays on task.  It is so deft and swift and thorough; you get so wet and slippery that you can feel it running it down your skin.  

When you get close, your hips lift but he brings you back.  He looks up between your thighs as he brings you over the edge.  Your legs shake and your eyes close and you bite your hand just a little, trying not to be too noisy in the middle of the night at a campsite. 

He climbs back up when finished, looking like a very smug feline as he wipes his face on the back of his hand.   

“On a scale of garlic to driving in reverse—” he starts. 

You playfully cuff the side of his head. 

“That good?” he continues to tease. 

You roll your eyes but smile.   You think it is a seductive smile, but you do feel a little wrecked.   Still, you stay on task too, sliding your hand down his chest, down, down, down and—

“Oh,” you say.  You look down at the same time as him.  A noticeable wet stain is on the front of his sweatpants.  “You already—”

He flops down beside you and sighs.

“Sorry,” he says.  “You weren’t the only one amazed with my sexy performance.” 

“That’s okay,” you say with a laugh.  You roll over to rest your head on his chest.  His arm comes down around you, hand running down your naked back.  You giggle when he cups and squeezes your ass.  You dance your fingers down his pants to the wet spot where he came.  “I think it’s kinda hot, actually.” 

Minho came from eating you out.  Of course you think it’s hot. 

And of course he has to be Minho about it. 

“Okay,” he says.  “Garlic. Driving in reverse.  Premature ejaculation.  Uptight was definitely the wrong word.  I honestly don’t know if I can keep up with a freak like you—”

“Ugh!”  You roll away and turn your back to him, mostly to hide the fact you are laughing at his stupid joke. 

He follows you, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind.  This time he kisses your shoulder properly, once, twice, three times.  All the way up your neck to your ear and just behind it. 

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you whisper. 

“I like you too,” he whispers back, kissing your shoulder again. 

You smile and close your eyes, listening to the rain and letting yourself snuggle safely in his arms. 

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