The Summer I Turned Pretty

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Min Ho x reader

Gif by @livelovecaliforniadreams

“No,” a tanned hand pointed to a picture of you. “NoOooOo.”

Min Ho stole a drink from a waiter and kept his eyes on the cute girl in front of him.

“Off limits.”

Smoothly walking around the crowd of people, he combed his hair with his hand and smirked, preparing himself for the attractive girl in front of him.

“No touchy.”

His hand reached out to touch her shoulder, offering the refreshing glass until he saw Q coming.

“I’ll kill you.”

“You’re finally here! It took you long enough,” Q shouted, holding you in a suffocating hug, rocking you in his hold before saying your name, almost sounding like he dragged it out for Min Ho to know who you were, even if he didn't know he was here.

“You’re finally here! It took you long enough,” Q shouted, holding you in a suffocating hug rocking you in his hold before saying your name, almost sounding like he dragged it out for Min Ho to know who you were even if didn't know he was here. 

“Y” no.

“N.” This couldn't be happening. It wasn't you, was it? No acne. You're wearing a dress? And heels? No, no, no, no, no, no, no… you were just someone else. Not Y/n.

You, or not you to Min Ho, yelled at Q for him to hear you. Min Ho couldn't hear the words, but when you left, he went to Q.

“Who was that?” Min Ho asked, almost offended.

“Y/n. Don't you remember her?” Q asked, out of breath, the smile on his face almost dropping for a second.

Of course, he did. But that girl in the photo he showed before the party was Y/n. Not whoever that was. In a shorter, tighter dress with matching heels. The Y/n he knew would wear oversized hoodies and jeans, paired with the most atrocious skincare routine he’d ever seen.

The Y/n he knew didn't know how to put on makeup to hide her acne, blackheads, etc. This one did. So that's why she isn't Y/n. Q’s sister isn't mature and doesn't know how to walk in heels, but this one?

This random girl looked mature. The opposite of Y/n. She almost looked cute to him, always running to him if she was scared or had a problem, on the brink of tears. Her voice would crack slightly, and his heart would hammer five times faster, hoping she wouldn't hear how his heart raced around her—

He cut off his thoughts, not wanting to get his feelings involved in any more ways possible. If Q knew, he didn't want to know what would happen to himself.

“Of course, I do,” he scoffed. “She’s changed.”

“I know! She really got into makeup videos and fashion blogs over the summer. And she started to drink water and get tons of sleep! I’m so proud of her, my little baby~,” he cooed.

Min Ho scoffed, rolling his eyes. He still couldn't help how his eyes immediately found your body. The way you smiled, the little crinkles under your eyes. His fist bunched up when he noticed you were talking to another boy. Why should he care who you're talking to? You’re your own person; you don't need him like you used to.

“Who’s she talking to? He looks like a baboon covered in cottage cheese. Has he ever seen skincare before? He probably uses water and dish soap to wash his face. Disgusting.”

“Woah, woah. Slow down there,” Q brought his hands up defensively. “It’s just a boy.”

“A disgusting, sweaty boy.”

“And why do you care?” Q asked, a hand on his hip. He almost seemed interested until it was his sister Min Ho was talking about. Immediately, all the teasing behind his eyes darkened.

“I’m looking out for her,” Min Ho said, but the look in Q’s eyes made him restate it. “For you.”

“Mhm. That better be it.”

“I should go find Dae,” Min Ho said. However, his eyes and body betrayed him. Even as he tried to pull his gaze away, it was as if his eyes were glued to your frame. He continued walking, his arm lifted up to help push away the people in his way. The sea of people grew smaller as he moved closer to you.

The way the lights reflected off your face almost made you appear angelic, just for him.

But then he saw the boy you were talking to. Glasses and curly brown hair. His eyebrows needed some- a lot of work. His glasses were big and bulky, resting on his strong nose, unfortunately not hiding his green eyes. His jaw was red and bumpy, but the rest of his face was smooth.

He lifted a hand to tap on the boy's shoulder, and if it was even possible, the most malicious smile you had ever seen spread over his features.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry,” the boy stuttered, his face flushing, and he turned to face you, panicked. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend; I had just assumed—”

“Assumed?” You repeated, a little confused, but when you looked up, you saw him.

He had been able to fit into his clothes more since the last time you saw him.

“Boyfriend?” Min Ho asked the boy, now leaning down a bit to meet his gaze.

He had gotten taller since the last time you'd seen him.

“A-are you not a thing? Oh my, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered further, digging himself into a pit of embarrassment. Min Ho just raised a brow at him; obviously, his patience was wearing thin.

He had gotten worse at hiding his feelings since the last time you'd seen him.

“Why are you still here?” He smiled politely, but his tone was anything but. He couldn't help but flicker his eyes over to you, and he couldn't help with his heart almost hammering twice as hard.

He had gotten more blunt since the last time you'd seen him.

“No! Stay, you’re fine,” you interjected, grabbing the boy's hand. You looked at him, batting your lashes, unaware of the effect it was having on both boys.

His face had gotten even redder since the last time you'd seen him.

“Are you?” He reached a hand around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him. His cologne almost enveloped you. It wasn't heavy and strong like the other boys at school. It was nice and light, making you almost dizzy in a way you never knew was possible.

He smelled better than the last time you had seen him.

The boy, embarrassed, turned red and quickly withdrew his hand from yours. He then turned into the crowd, making his way to a random corner of the room. Min Ho tightened his grip on your shoulder, and you met his gaze. He looked down at you with unreadable eyes, but you could tell that the way he held you, embraced you, never made you want to leave his arms.

He made you feel even warmer than the last time you had seen him. 

"What was wrong with him?" 

He had grown more attractive since the last time you saw him.

"Min Ho? It's you, right?" you asked skeptically. He looked like him, yet so much different.

"Who else would look this handsome?" he replied with almost anything but an innocent look on his face.

"It's just that you've... changed."

"Have I?"

"I know this is quick, but can we go outside to talk? It's a little loud!" you yelled, emphasizing your point. "I just haven't seen you in forever, and I want to catch up," you told him, almost speaking to yourself. He couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek at the cute display.

He looked around for an exit and, more importantly, for Q. "Do you see your brother?" he asked, leaning closer to your ear, his breath fanning over your ear and neck, sending shivers down your spine. It wasn't moist, and it definitely wasn't smelly. Had he used mouthwash before this?

You finally regained your composure and looked around to see if Q was within your sight. "No," 

"Good," he squeezed your shoulder and guided you through the crowd. He tucked you both away, making sure Q wouldn't be able to see either of you. "Just follow me."

Finally, the two of you reached an exit, and he pushed the door open. Outside was a breathtaking sight, with stars twinkling in the sky as if they were shining just for the two of you. But such a thought would be selfish, a wish unlikely to come true. The full moon casts an additional beam of light over both of you.

"Ah-" The cold hit your exposed skin, almost causing an immediate sensation of frostbite. You winced, raising your shoulders and bringing your hands to your exposed arms.

"Aw, are you cold?" he asked. But before you could tell him no, he was taking off his jacket before you knew it. "Q would kill me if you got sick."

"You don't have to," you whispered, almost a part of you not wanting him to take the jacket back. You wanted to blame it on the fact that you were cold and your body needed it, but at the same time, you reached up to tuck yourself further into the jacket. "You must be cold. You need it more than I do."

"I'm not shaking like a five-year-old," he scoffed, observing you trembling in the oversized jacket. "Let's sit." He led you over to a small bench facing the city lights. The air was crisp and clean, the wind cooling your face after the warmth inside.

You turned to ask him a question, but he cut you off. "How's your life been?"

"Fine, I guess."

"I guess isn't an answer. What would Q think of his sister having an 'I guess' time at her new school?"

You looked at him and then the city below. He had gotten closer to you, presumably seeking warmth. "I'll miss all my friends. And the time difference is... challenging."

He nodded, listening patiently. "You can always make new friends."

"Like who?"

"Me," he answered abruptly, almost too quickly.

"Q's told me about you," you smiled, lightly nudging his shoulder with your own. "Hang out with me one time, and your fan girls will come after me."

"What's wrong with a couple hundred followers?" He nudged back, trying to lighten the mood.

"Not a couple thousand?" You teased back. "You can tag me in a post of us eating together, and they'll run to me."

"And what if we're not eating?"

"Shopping is also fun."

"That's so basic. My followers already see that. They need something new."

"Like what?" You laughed, but it got quickly cut off as a warm hand cradled your cheek. Your smile turned to a look of confusion and then realization. His eyes remained fixed on yours, only diverting their gaze every few seconds.

Your heartbeat quickened, and you could feel it in your throat. Your cheeks and ears grew hot. Closing your eyes, you leaned in, anticipating the kiss, but his hand dropped to his side.

Blinking your eyes open, your face flushed with embarrassment. "S-sorry, I got the wrong idea."

Min Ho could only stare at you as if looking right through you. He had promised Q. He had promised one of his best friends. What was he doing? Why was he feeling like this? Not like he should have never even touched you in the first place. Not like he should have never noticed you. Like he should have never stopped touching your cheek. Like he should have leaned in.

You rambled on with your apologies, still embarrassed, as he continued to think. But he shouldn't be thinking; he should be following his heart. So he did.

"It’s my fault and-"

"Shut up for a second."

Gasping for air, you stared at him, and without words, his eyes flickered to your lips, and he leaned in again, closing the gap between you. Your fingers dug into the pocket of his jacket, not wanting to touch him yet. The feeling of butterflies couldn't even begin to describe what you felt.

A small, wordless sigh escaped your lips, indicating your need for air. He pulled back, and you both looked at each other with reddened lips. "How did you like your first kiss?"

"That wasn't my first kiss!" You protested.

"I feel bad for whoever was your first."

"Min Ho!"

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꒰ december drabbles ꒱. - m.list

updated as of: december 22nd 2023 !

jour un. snow storm. - [riddle rosehearts]

after eating strawberry scones and maybe a bit more than a little snow, riddle won't let you leave

jour deux. mistletoe. - [noel noa]

getting stranded at a party might not be the best thing ever, but meeting the famous french striker under mistletoe is definitely a plus

jour trois. snow angels. - [mahito]

you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

jour quatre. snowball fight. - [kazutora hanemiya]

maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you

cinquième jour. winter nights. - [leona kingscholar]

you're warm and make him feel fuzzy inside even if that can’t happen

sixième jour. snowman. - [kalim al asim]

getting kalim away from jamil for a minute to let him try out snow for the first time wasn't that easy but still the most fun you’ve had in a while

septième jour. christmas lights. - [seishu inui]

do you really need to be grounded when there’s a boy in your window looking like a puppy to take you to see the rich neighborhoods’ lights

jour huit. chocolate chip cookies. - [tendou satori]

after working all day, he just wants to come home to a nice batch of chocolate chip cookies but maybe you need chocolatier tendou to show you how real chocolate chip cookies are made

jour neuf. ugly sweater. - [izana kurokawa]

why does your boyfriend seem so stressed lately? he just needs a good present to cheer him up

jour dix. baby its cold outside. - [malleus draconia]

who cares about what your family and neighbors think? it’s just so cold outside; why should you leave?

jour onze. ice skating. - [azul ashengrotto]

youve seen how he is at broom riding, but maybe you should actually look away when he's on skates

jour douze. home alone. - [taiju shiba]

your family might have forgotten you on their vacation, but your shovel serial killer neighbor might not be as mean as everyone says

jour treize. scarf. - [ushijima wakatoshi]

that guy on the volleyball team is taking the same route home as you. luckily, you forgot a scarf

quatorzième jour. the nutcracker. - [kakucho]

maybe that nutcracker prince you dreamt about wasn't as much of a dream as you thought it was

𝕋𝔹𝔸

starting off no nut november with the racist ginger in one of my classes telling me to suck his dick or he’ll shoot one of my friends

were not going to talk about how im still stuck on overblot jamil

I wish all of you a good "Diasomnia is coming and coming strong" (and also tag your spoilers). And my feelings and prayers to my fellow players/watchers that are still in ch6 despite knowing a bit of what's going to happen, myself included

so this is from a popular old video in Brazil and as I was watching it for the first time, I just saw this scene and... suddenly had a epiphany. feel free to use it as template for something if you like it <3

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