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𝒸𝒾𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾è𝓂𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇. 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈.

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

✿ ft: leona kingscholar

a bedroom with three walls maybe wasn't the best place to sleep during a snowstorm. winter breeze ghosting over your face and exposed toes like a ton of iced bricks.

however, all hopes of leaving the freezing room were lost. the sleepy lion man held you tight in his arms, holding you close to him. he felt like a furnace heating you up. his brows knitted together while he squeezed you impossibly closer.

he was more stubborn than you thought, locking you in his freezing bed like a prisoner. you tried to wiggle out of his death grip, miraculously succeeding only to get tugged back into his arms.

“go to sleep,” he grunted, pulling you closer to his chest, resting his chin on your head, letting you get the perfect position to get that natural scent he had. he smelled like flowers, no help to the botanical garden and dusted with the small scent of sweat from training.

he would be lying if he said he wasn’t somewhat enjoying your company beneath the warm sheets. sure, he’s warm and he didn’t need you, but you were just so… warm. he didn’t know why but with you, he felt like he didn't come to this school for nothing. his family isn't breathing down his neck when he's with you.

of course, you don’t need to know this and never would know this. so for now, you're stuck in his bed being shielded by him.

what’s more, what you never needed to know was how fast leona's heart was beating. the small sweat on his face, a contrast to the rest of the room. this never was supposed to happen. the feelings he harbored deep inside. ignoring you until you finally came over to ask him why he hated you; the complete opposite of the truth. yes, there was plenty of room in the dormitory but at the same time, when was he going to get another opportunity like this again? you would just say you were going to be late to class and grim is failing a magic class and dragging down your grade. he needed this chance, this opportunity.

so he told you to stay, saying it wasn't safe to go back to the mirror chamber and walk through the inevitable snowstorm happening. of course, you believed him. he was one of the smartest people you knew.

he did want the extra warmth your body provided. yes, he was practically a magical fireplace but he needed something to keep him warm. that's your job. to keep him warm so he can sleep. not to make his heart flutter and feel like it was going to leap out of his throat with the murmurs of ‘i love you’. you were doing the opposite of what you were supposed to do. making him feel like a puddle of water hot enough to evaporate and keeping him up with swarming thoughts of why you were staying with him or if you could hear his heart bumping.

he did wonder what malleus would think if he heard about this. his precious mortal having to seek refuge from him, a wannabe prince instead of fae. that thought couldn’t help but make him smirk, nuzzling you closer. his scent was clinging onto you, no doubt not leaving the next day.

so he continued to hold you closer trying to memorize your every movement, the way you breathed, the way your hands held onto him, the way your face looked when you slept, clinging onto him.

so until the moment you reciprocate his feelings, he'll stay here. waiting. longing. so close to you yet so far, never aware of how you truly felt for him.

Edward!Malleus x Bella!Y/n

Y/n: You're impossibly fast, and strong. Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change color, and sometimes you speak like--like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight. ...How old are you?

Malleus: Seventeen.

Y/n: How long have you been seventeen?

Malleus: A while.

Y/n: I know what you are.

Malleus: Say it. Out loud. Say it!

Y/n: Vampire.

Malleus: Are you afraid?

Y/n: No.

Malleus: Then ask me the most basic question: what do we eat?

Y/n: You won't hurt me. (he takes your arm and leads you, walking fast) Where are we going?

Malleus: Up the mountain. Out of the cloud bank. You need to know what I look like in the sunlight.

(You fly with him. Sort of.)

Malleus: This is why we don't show ourselves in the sunlight. People would know that we're different. This is what I am.

(Malleus walks into a sunbeam and he ... sparkles?)

Y/n: It's like diamonds. You're beautiful.

Malleus: Beautiful? This is the skin of a killer, y/n. I'm a killer.

Y/n: I don't believe that.

Malleus: It's because you believe a lie. A camoflauge. I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that. As if you could out run me. As if you could fight me off. (He shows off his powers.) I'm designed to kill.

Y/n: I don't care.

Malleus: I've killed people before.

Y/n: It doesn't matter.

Malleus: I wanted to kill you. I've never wanted a human's blood so much in my life.

Y/n: I trust you.

Malleus: Don't.

Y/n: I'm here. I trust vou.

Malleus: My family, we're different than others of our kind. We only hunt animals. We've learned to control our thirst. It's you. Your scent. It's like a drug to me. Like my own personal brand of heroin.

Y/n: Why did you hate me so much when we met?

Malleus: I did. Only for making me want you so badly. I still don't know if I can control myself.

Y/n: I know you can.

Malleus: I can't read your mind. You have to tell me what you're thinking.

Y/n: Now I'm afraid.

Malleus: Good.

Y/n: I'm not afraid of you, I'm only afraid of losing you. I feel like you're going to disappear.

Malleus: You don't know how long I've waited for you. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Y/n: What a stupid lamb.

Malleus: What a sick, masochistic lion.

(You proceed to lie in a meadow with him and stare at each other.)

Y/n: (voice over) About three things I was absolutely positive: first, Malleus was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how dominant that part might be--that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Yan!Slasher headcanons

[part.2]

Yan!Slasher who’s your high school’s resident book nerd 

Yan!Slasher who sees you in the library and doesn't think he’s able to breathe

Yan!Slasher who thinks he's about to have a heart attack when he realizes you're in the same math class. How has he never seen you before? He didn't think his vision was this bad.

Yan!Slasher who starts accidentally overhearing your conversations with your classmates.

Yan!Slasher who once heard that you like athletic guys, decides he needs a complete makeover.

Yan!Slasher who begins working out and makes sure that by the time junior year rolls around, nobody from freshman year recognizes him.

Yan!Slasher who has completely changed with a more toned body, a taller and broader frame, and even a new haircut by that one celebrity you mentioned was hot. Don’t you love him he’s so thoughtful remembering what you said in the fourth month and second week of high school sophomore year in math second period?

Yan!Slasher who never gets flustered when a girl confesses to him, but whenever you pass by, his knees go weak. You just walked by him! It's the third time this week! You must really want him, and it's definitely not because he stalked you and found your schedule to see you every chance he got!

Yan!Slasher who nearly fainted when you showed up to one of his games. You're here? That's great! Now you can witness how amazing and handsome he's become, all for you.

Yan!Slasher who builds up enough courage to try and talk to you after his game, even though he's covered in sweat. But is he stinky? Do his armpits smell? He needs to make sure he doesn't smell like an ogre's morning breath and like a fairy's farts!

Yan!Slasher who almost considers asking you to a school dance but backs out when his friend suggests another girl. She might be curvy, but she's not you. Nobody is you.

Yan!Slasher who could only watch you dance, while his date mindlessly grinded on his thigh from the dance floor.

Yan!Slasher who accidentally ran into the girls' bathroom, preoccupied with the thought that he was about to die after his date got period blood all over his uncle's suit.

Yan!Slasher who almost screamed when he saw you washing your hands in the men's bathroom but instead stood stiffly.

Yan!Slasher who started to apologize when you corrected him for being in the bathroom. He swears he's not a pervert; he was in a rush to get here on time and only has one contact in!

Yan!Slasher who let out a forced laugh and a 'thank you' when you apologized for not being able to help get the blood out of his pants after crouching down for him.

Yan!Slasher who just now noticed the little details on your face and how the buzzing bathroom illuminated your features. How are you so beautiful? Why do you always make him feel like his heart is about to pop out of his chest when he's this close to you?

Yan!Slasher who decides to take his date for some fast food after the dance. He might as well thank her for being the reason he got to be that close to you.

Yan!Slasher snaps when his date asks why they're at the local Whataburger and not a fancy restaurant.

Yan!Slasher who asks his date if she can get the pack of condoms out from the trunk while he grabs the shotgun from the glove department.

Yan!Slasher who slams the Maserati Biturbos trunk on her body letting her stumble onto the ground so he could have a clean shot of her head.

Yan!Slasher who almost felt bad when he got a clean shot in between her eyebrows. Sure she was his first-ever date but she also got in the way of you and him and his future family of seven kids so of course she needed to die! 

Yan!Slasher who you don't need to worry about. he’s nice enough to bury her in a random ditch somewhere, with a Whataburger burger and Coke. How could you not love how fatherly and caring he is?

Yan!Slasher who overhears the colleges you applied to in senior year. Really? Those? They're so easy to get into. You could do much better than that, honestly.

Yan!Slasher who is convinced that your friends are holding you back. Do you really need them? They're taking time away from your studies. Without them, you could have been accepted into every Ivy League by now.

Yan!Slasher who decides to let your friends live for your sake. He's seen how emotional you can be, and he's worried that you might spiral and let your grades drop. After all, how can you both attend the same college if you're not able to get into one?

Yan!Slasher who of course, applies to those schools. Does he really need to attend Harvard Law? Nope, you silly billy! As long as he's providing for you, he'll go anywhere!

Yan!Slasher who sees you at prom with one of your best friends. Her? You've been making the worst decisions recently. Why go with her when he's right here? He's 6'3 for crying out loud. He's worked so hard just for you to go with your best friend to prom.

Yan!Slasher who needs to remind himself that you're just being manipulated. Your whole friend group is manipulating you. As if you wanted to go to prom with them when you're just so shy and have been madly in love with him this whole time! He's seen the way you glance his way; of course, you love him and are not looking at the board!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that once the rigged prom queen ballots are counted, you and he would be king and queen together. What? You didn't put your name on the ballot? Are you just tired, of course you did.

Yan!Slasher who finally is able to truly smile for the first time as he wraps his hand around your waist and brings you closer to his body. They take a photo of you and him in your crowns, sashes, and a bouquet of roses that perfectly complement your dress and his suit, with a matching corsage that he totally didn't set up. Why would he ever do that? That's ridiculous!

Yan!Slasher who almost faints when you both get accepted into some random school he's never heard of. Yay, you'll be together forever! He can join a frat, and you can join a sorority. As you turn a corner at a party, he'll be there to catch you, and you'll recognize him as the handsome man you won prom queen with. A high school romance, how perfect!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure he gets at least one core class with you at his new school.

Yan!Slasher who stares at you in the only class you share. Why are you struggling so much? It's so easy for him! You should totally come up to him and ask for help. I mean, yeah, he’s a jock, but he also studies hard to be at the top of his class. He’s just amazing like that!

Yan!Slasher who cries and hugs his favorite plushie with a duct-taped photo of your face on it after seeing you talk to the professor after a class you had trouble with. Why would you ask that balding man instead of the hot boy you know from high school? 

Yan!Slasher who gets frustrated when he approaches the professor after you've left, but the professor says he doesn't have enough time. Does the professor have a crush on you or something?

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that he follows the professor home and slashes tires so he’s busy getting his expensive car towed while he’s memorizing the layout of his house.

Yan!Slasher who shows up to his house the next night and takes a knife from his kitchen so you can only smell whatever’s in the trash can.

Yan!Slasher who almost spills everything when you ask if he remembers you and if he wants to help you. Aw, you can’t ask for him to pay you because of student debt and loans? Don’t worry; why would he want your money when you’ll share a bank account once you both graduate, with him being valedictorian?

Yan!Slasher who creates a whole schedule for you because you’re so stressed and need to find time for his help. You really do care about him if you still ask for help when you have no time for it!

Yan!Slasher who now sits with you in that one class you share, leaning down to whisper answers or explanations in your ear. He even makes sure to freshen up, so you know he's not just another typical jock like the rest of his teammates.

Yan!Slasher who tries to build up the courage to subtly make physical contact, perhaps gently nudging your foot under the table or offering to lend a hand when you need to erase something. He wants to make this as romantic and casual as possible!

Yan!Slasher who after a month, sputters and blushes when one of his teammates asks if you're dating out of the blue. What-? No-? He’s just a kind friend helping with your homework? Please, go on about how you look at him! What? Who said that? Not him.

Yan!Slasher who has a frat bro who decides they need a party, and you need to be one of the first to be invited. Everyone just can’t bear how lovesick he is, always talking about you and how you glance at him in class with those pretty eyes of yours.

Yan!Slasher who sees you at the party and almost passes out. Why are you here? Is that a drink in your hand? What if someone poisoned you? You really need to be more cautious around strangers!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure to drop something into your drink when bumping into you. 

Yan!Slasher who talks to you, leaning against a wall, making sure to properly show off all the muscles he's worked so hard for.

Yan!Slasher who catches you when you start to feel dizzy and picks you up in his arms, taking you to his room.

Yan!Slasher who throws the plushies and photos he has of you in his room into a box filled with half-chewed pencils and blurry photos of you walking to class.

Yan!Slasher who untucks his bed and places you on it before tucking you back in and gently brushing away anything on your face. Are you already asleep? You must really trust him!

Yan!Slasher who decides it’s okay to maybe take off a few of your clothes and take photos of you. He’s so smart crawling into bed with you and taking photos! Couple goals~ <3 !!

“Sh, sh, don’t scream. You fell asleep on a couch and I didn’t want anyone to puke on you. Let me take care of you, ok?”

Yan!Buc-ee's worker x reader headcanons

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who took the job to help support his family's farm and pay for his school supplies.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who paused chopping meat when he noticed you entering the store with runny mascara and shoulders heaving. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who for some reason felt a twinge of embarrassment about his bright red polo and khaki uniform. Did it make him look tacky? Was his hair messier than usual? What if you didn't like the cowboy hat he was forced to wear? What if his chopping skills weren't as good as you wanted them to be? Why is he sweating all of a sudden?

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who had to ask you to repeat your order, all the while feeling embarrassed, unable to tear his gaze away from your glossy lips as you spoke.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who, for some reason, blurted out that the Beaver Nuggets complimented your eyes, feeling his gloved fingers start to cling to his sweaty hands as you finally smiled and said, 'Thank you.'

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got yelled at by an old lady for watching you leave the store with two brisket sandwiches and a bag of Beaver Nuggets instead of taking her order.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who parked at school the next day and saw you again. However, this time, he witnessed you being forcefully pushed out of a truck and onto the concrete of the school parking lot.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who realized that the boy who shoved you out of the large red truck- your boyfriend, was the school's prized quarterback

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who had heard about what your boyfriend had done to anyone interested in you, so he kept his distance and watched from afar as he witnessed the actions.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who can’t stand always seeing him coming into the Buc-ee’s with you. A hand on your waist and the way your face looks. You look so scared. Why would you be with him? He makes you look like his old bloodhound, shaking and about to drop dead at any sudden movement. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who realizes that when you bought those two brisket sandwiches, they were for you and your boyfriend.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who realizes that the reason you had been crying that first night he saw you was because of the boy in front of him, asking for a smoked, chopped beef brisket and barbecue sauce on a soft white bun.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who smiles and says ‘yes sir’ when your boyfriend asks if he remembered the order, snapping his fingers to make sure he was even alive.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who couldn't help but look at you and pray to his mama that you remembered him that night. That one boy that made you smile when you cried because of your horrible boyfriend.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got caught by your boyfriend for looking at you one night. He just couldn't help it now could he? The way your face illuminated when you were looking at something in the freezer, it was breathtaking. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got yelled at by your boyfriend for 'lookin' at my woman,' before security had to kick him out escorting the quarterback out of the store, with you following closely and apologizing for your boyfriend's behavior. He might need an inhaler if you kept making him forget how to breathe.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who finally snapped after school, watching your boyfriend hit you for the last time, grabbing your hair and pulling your scalp. Did he just call you a whiny bitch? You're not supposed to swear! How could he?  He delivers some soap in his mouth for that dirty mouth of his.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who marched up to him and landed a clean punch right on the jaw, causing the quarterback to stumble back. Oh no, did he just spit out some blood? And why was he crouched down, glaring like that? But wait, are you alright? Why are you looking at him like that? Are you afraid of him? That was the last thing he wanted!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who then found himself brutally beaten to a pulp by the football team the next day at lunch, with you watching from afar, looking as guilty as ever.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got patched up by his mama after school, telling him to stay away from those 'big shot boys.' 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who jumped when she suddenly started squealing, kicking her feet, and giggling when he told her that he had done it to save a girl. It's not like that; you're just a friend, a girl he's been talking to almost every night since that first time he met you.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who showed up to school the next day with a busted lip and patched-up eye. Will you like him? What if he looks gross like this? What? Are you thanking him? You’re just so sweet!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who asks if you want him to drive you back to his place. It’s really nothing much for him. He’s just looking out for you is all. What- you want to actually do it? You want him to drive you home? 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who holds his breath and fiddles with his pencil the rest of the day waiting for the end of school to come. What if you tried to kiss him? How would your lips taste? Sweet? Sour? Just right? No, he can't! You have a boyfriend!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who makes sure to get you into his car while your boyfriend is stuck at practice. You can just tell him you drove home with a good friend of yours!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who listened to you told him where to drive, making sure to go just under the speed limit. He’s just being safe, don’t worry! He definitely isn't doing it so he can be with you longer, where did you hear that from?

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who asks if you want to visit the local lake with him since you seem so stressed out lately. Huh? You’re scared people have noticed you’ve been down? Don’t worry, he’s just perceptive like that watching your boyfriend beat you to the point of blood dripping from your bruised body.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who lays down a picnic blanket on the bank of the river for the both of you to sit on. It’s just so relaxing with him here, isn’t it? Is your boyfriend starting to leave your memories with thoughts of him? No? Well you should, he’s honestly such a big waste of your time and energy. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who softly grabs your hand, squeezing it telling you everything’s going to be ok. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who watches you panic and fold up the blanket throwing it back into the car when you say it’s past your curfew while the sun sets.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who decides the speed limit is just a number. He’s watched NASCAR on that old brick of tv for a reason after all.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who sneaks into the backyard of your house to help you climb into your second-story room.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who gently grabs your waist, making sure not to squeeze too tightly as he lifts you up, allowing you to climb onto the trellis.

"If that boyfriend of yers messes with ya one more time, y'all just send 'im my way. Whoa now, don't ya go fallin'!"

Got impatient waiting for Min Ho fan fiction so i made one in a minute

I hate it. I want it to burn. But here 🥰🫴

No pronouns used

Gif by @showgifs

Imagine trying to find some skin care products your friend recommended so you go to the nearest beauty shop by your dorm.

You walk in and look around for the skin care for a while staring at the link your friend sent you. Your gaze flickers from the photo of the cream back to the shelves wondering if it was even at this store. The workers asked you if you were alright but you nod and give them a smile saying you were fine.

After thirty minutes of loitering you decide to leave thinking you were unlucky in choosing the location. Before you could step out you feel a tight grip on your wrist and you turn back to see a handsome stranger in a white hoodie and some gray jeans. He seemingly glares at you looking you up and down and muttering words in Korean under his breath.

Before you could even understand what was happening he started dragging you throughout the store mumbling things under his breath like, “This can help with acne,” while placing seemingly random products in your basket. “Best treatment for blackheads and pores,” a nose strip gets placed in.

You protest trying to pull your wrist away and try to explain you won't be able to pay for the basket that seems like it could overflow if you keep walking with him. “Stop complaining. You're going to get wrinkles.” He grabbed an anti-aging cream this time and turned around to look you up and down again. You felt self-conscious under his gaze wondering if you should have tried harder with your outfit even if it was the weekend.

“Did you even try waking up in the morning?” He asked you with a tone that sounded like you woke up just to annoy him. You tried to hold back a scoff and discussed face at his words.

You can't even respond before he drags you to the cashier and looks at you with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry, but I can't pay for it.” You apologize for looking at the two zeros after the $34. “It’s too expensive anyways. I’m sorry for wasting your ti-”

“Stop apologizing.” He scoffs, flipping out his card from his wallet. He doesn't bat an eye as he places it in the register.

“No-! You really don't have to do that. Let me repay you somehow.” You tell him but something in your gut told you to let him pay for it and run with all the skincare you had no idea how to use.

“Who said I wasn't going to let you repay me?” He replied with a snarky voice. The cashier placed the jars, tubes, small cardboard boxes, and any other products he bought for you in a bag.

“It could take a while but I can get you the money-”

“7:30 pm tomorrow at the new French restaurant. Don't be late.” He turns around and starts to leave the shop. “I’m Min Ho. You don’t need to be afraid to follow me on insta. I have that effect on people.” You can hear a cocky laugh leave his lips as the automatic glass door closes leaving you staring at his retreating feature.

Maybe you should go shopping for a cute outfit today as well.

Min Ho x reader

No pronouns just you is used, friends to lovers

Another stressful week at attending KISS finally passed with practically your whole life revolving fully around the school. You decided you needed a hobby to take the stress off the heavy workflow. After asking one of your friends, Q, about fun activities that could help with stress and take your mind off of school he started gushing about his outdoor club and hiking saying, “joinmyclubandyourelifewillchangeinwaysyouneverthoughtof!” Or at least that's what you thought he said.

Getting up from your bed you grabbed some clothing you had picked out the night before on your chair and went to the bathroom to get ready not wanting your roommate's new boyfriend to see you changing, again.

Finishing in the bathroom you finished your morning routine and put the athletic clothing on. A light smile to your face looking at it remembering what Min Ho had told you when you went shopping.

Another gasp escaped his throat. At this point, you thought he was just trying to not go back to his dorm room. “What it that y/n! You look like a smurf who got drowned in hair dye! Do you have anything good in there?” His voice was harsh but laced with a teasing hint. You knew he didn't want you to look like, “a smurf who got drowned in tye die,” but it had been two hours of this and you think one of the employees is praying you two get hit by a truck on your way out from the pile of clothes you're going to leave.

He barged his way into the changing room and you gasped, “Hey, my bras on the floor-”

“So? Were friends aren't we?” He responded casually while digging around all the stores' clothes you had picked out for a hike. You scoffed and knew fighting wasn't going to work with him.

Min Ho dug around everything you pulled out scoffing and gasping at the endless amount of “worthless” clothes as he put it. “Wait here, you don't know what looks good on you.” He left as quickly as he entered and after two minutes of finding your bra and underwear hiding under the clothing you had been wearing he returned. “This. Then someone might notice you chon-nom.” He draped the top over your face and grabbed your hand to place the shorts on them. “And this jacket.” He grabbed one of the jackets and handed it to you again. The top on your face slowly fell off your face to reveal your face with an arched brow. Min Ho mimicked the face with crossed arms jokingly. “What?”

“Leave.”

“Why.”

“Because I'm getting changed.”

“That's not an excuse y/n.”

In the end, you had bought the outfit and it honestly was better than anything you could have picked out, but you would never let him know that. You looked in the mirror cupping your butt in the tight fabric of your shorts in your hands with a worried look. You did lightly regret letting him pick the shorts even asking if there were pants but he just said they were, “out of the stalk.”

Leaving the bathroom with the jacket placed around your waist you quickly said goodbye to her and her boyfriend of the week.

“Hey, Q!” You waved, lightly jogging to him and doing some warm-up stretches in the grass.

“Y/n!” He smiled with a small wave back. “Don't waste all your energy yet,” he teased.

“I would never.”

The trail was honestly beautiful, you had never seen anything like it. The clouds might have still been in the sky with the blue sky peeking out and a light mist covering the mountain path but it only added to the comfort of the walk. You stopped to look at the view of the school and took an inhale, your senses overflowing. The smell of the old bark of the trees with some water slowly dripping down its leaves, the still wet dirt that had a hint of mushiness but you still wouldn't call it mud, the smell of fog and damp grass. Your school work and family life had disappeared in the environment. Q was right when he told you it could change your life.

“Hey y/n, keep up” He turned back to look at you but a small smile stretched on his lips. “You like the view?”

“Is it always like this?” You turned to ask him.

“Most of the time. You never really get used to it.” He turned to look back at the city and his shoulders untensed.

“We should do this more.” You made your way over to him but a light scream from you made Q’s eye widen when he saw you take a step back and your footing get loose when a small animal ran past your legs.

“Y/n!” He tried to reach out for you but your body hit the floor and you muffled out another scream when your body rolled a few times. Luckily you were able to stop yourself from falling down the hill anymore but your body with filled with scratches and bruises. Some blood coated your arms and you winced bringing up your hands to look at them. They shook with cuts on the palm and fingers.

“Y/n! Are you alright!” He ran over to you and immediately grabbed you by the arm hoisting you up and over his shoulder. “Shit.”

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” You brought your arms to his shoulders to lightly slap him. “Let’s continue the hike.”

“What? No. You got hurt.”

“No, I'm fine. Just a little cut.”

“A little?” His voice got harsh and he repositioned you on his back. “We’re going back to my place. You can't keep walking you’ll open more wounds.”

“Q, I'm fine!”

“You're going to have to amputate your leg!”

“I’m fine!” You slapped his shoulder again. The two of you slowly made your way down the hill wobbling from side to side at times. You both got to his side of the dorm and he got out his key.

“Min Ho’s going to kill me,” he muttered under his breath almost going unnoticed by you. He finally opened the door and closed it, walking over and setting you down on the couch.

“Stay here, I’ll get the med kit,” Q tells you leaving for the bathroom.

“You have a med kit?” You ask laughing. You slowly relax on the couch and feel your body melt into the cushions until a loud voice interrupts you.

“WHAT! YOU LET WHAT HAPPEN TO HER?!” Min Ho’s voice echoed through the living room not even for a second before Q fought back.

“She’s not a kid Min Ho! She just fell!”

“And you didn't catch her?!”

“She was a few feet away!”

“You shouldn't have let her go with you in the first place!”

More incoherent yells left the bathroom until you hear Q barge the door open and throw the first aid kit at Min Ho’s chest. He didn't look at you as he stomped down to the front door opening and slamming it. The apartment was quiet as you sat on the couch. Min Ho’s sigh caught you off guard and you whip around to see him a few feet behind you.

“What happened?” You ask with a meek voice not wanting to sour the mood more.

“Don't worry about it,” he spat before widening his eyes. “Bastard.” He cupped your face and rubbed light circles on your cheek with his thumb. His eyes scanned your features and some of the cuts on them, his eyes darting to your lips before he stood up stiffly. “Let's go to my room.”

“What?”

“You. Me. My room.” He turned around a hand on the doorknob of his room. “Come here.”

You stay still looking at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he laughs. “Now, come here, idiot.” He enters his room and looks at you like a kicked puppy.

You sigh getting up trying not to wince at the pain shooting through your legs. He dramatically sighed and placed a hand on his hip, watching you patiently. “I'm not waiting here all day,” he groaned.

Your head snapped up to meet his annoyed face with an equally mad one. You couldn't help but slowly relax your face and bite your lip trying not to smile at him.

Finally walking over to him he places a hand on your shoulder but quickly takes it off when you flinch from his touch. Silently cursing yourself you look at him with apologetic eyes and he slowly places a delicate hand back on your shoulder guiding you to his bed.

He sits you down on the edge of the bed as he kneels down face to face with your scratted legs. He opens the med kit and puts some rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab. Gently grabbing your ankle with the pads of his fingers treating you as if you were made of the finest china.

He places a cotton swab on a cut making sure to not hurt you but when you wince his grip on your ankle tightens.

“How could Q-” He grits, clenching his teeth.

“It’s not his fault it's mine.” You quickly cut him off not liking wanting him to fight with his friend any longer.

“But you still!” He groaned and dragged a hand down his face not wanting to get mad at you or his friend.

“Just please let it go Min Ho. It’s my fault.” You say regretfully and place your hand on his cheek almost like a lover more than a friend. It almost feels like he leans into your touch but you immediately finch it back and grab your hand.

His eyes almost look sad before he scoffs. “Don’t go treating me like a roach y/n.”

“R-right.” You curse yourself for stuttering in front of him. There's no reason to have your cheeks heat up at him. You’ve known him since the beginning of KISS. He’s helped you study, and pick beauty products, and skincare. You’ve laughed with him, cried, felt real emotions with him. He’s made your self-confidence skyrocket and almost made you a completely different person. A person you wanted to be. Min Ho was your best friend. Right?

He shook his head and went back to placing the rubbing alcohol swab back on your cuts. It was completely silent except for the rapid beats of your heart you prayed he couldn't hear.

He slowly leans up once he's done and you come face to face. Only now did you realize how close he was. The almost nonexistent pours along his noes. The smell of his perfect conditioner and cologne. The soft breath fanning across your cheeks would make you push away anyone if it wasn't him.

“Min-”

“Don’t,” he said barely audible. His eyes darted down to your lips but quickly shot up to your eyes. The both of you slowly leaned in your eyes fluttering close and your lips lightly puckering. Your senses were overloaded when you left the softest lips on you. Your hands remained on the sheets not wanting to grab him and you softly pushed back against him your lips relaxing into the warmth of his own. He released a low groan and pushed back regretfully wanting to cherish the moment longer.

“I thought you liked Madison,” you panted out from doing almost nothing.

“Why would I? She’s, not you.”

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