Masterlist | L.mh

masterlist | l.mh

last updated: 20/12/2022

notes:

- all suggestive/smut works depict minho as a softdom! unless stated otherwise.

- all works depict reader as a fem bodied sub.

- do NOT interact with my 18+ content if you're a minor, ageless, default or empty blog.

- i do not take requests, however soft/hard hours are always open to discuss ♡ and i might write something based on it if i'm inspired/motivated enough.

- anything in the "prompts" section could be used as inspiration for other writing, just make sure to tag me & link back to my post ♡ i would love to read it!

- please keep in mind that english isn't my first language, so i apologize for any grammatical mistakes or if something doesn't make sense haha

[the content on this blog is purely fictional and in no way represents lee minho or stray kids as individuals.]

— fluff

• prompts/soft hours

bento lunches. sticker. soft cuddly minho. sticky notes. peachy. sleepy night banters. kdrama night. nightmares.

• short blurbs

sweet cravings.

minho comes back from his workout session all tired and craving something sweet. a pleasant surprise waits for him at home.

attention ft. languagexflowers, rachalixie & septicrebel

when you're working on your laptop and he wants your undivided attention.

insomnia.

when minho can't sleep so he makes it your problem.

• drabbles (2k+)

first snow.

having a crush on your manager was already bad enough. but him offering to walk you to the subway station after work made it even worse... or better?

— very suggestive

• short blurbs

dizzy.

upon seeing you in nothing but his tank top, minho can't hide his (not so normal) fascination with your small chest.

when dori interrupts*events*

a morning-after round two is interrupted by dori, the number one cockblocker, literally.

drunk on you.

slow makeout sessions with pleasure-dom!minho.

pussy cat: Prologue. (see: smut - drabbles)

minho jokingly calls you pussycat and upon seeing your -very not normal- reaction, proceeds to be a whole menace about it.

— smut

• prompts/hard thoughts

condescending minho. his athletic duality. making a mess on his leather pants. throat training. being condescendingly sweet. when you strain your moans. strength difference kink *tw body image. pussy slapper/tapper minho. he needs you but you had a long tiring day. marking & humming. sickly sweet minho & denial. he treats you like his cats. minho & edging. his extensive foreplay. dumbification. legs up.

he controls a vibrator on a dinner night at home. ft. tasteracha

cockwarming him while on your desk.

he controls a vibrator while you watch a movie.

minchan teasing you (ft. chan). op: channiesposts

• short blurbs

dessert with a view.

going on a picnic with no panties on.

tag teamed.

minchan threesome prompts (ft. chan).

addicted to you. op: channiesposts

when you make him beg for his release.

new pleasures.

minho is determined to make you cum from nipple play only.

take it.

minho fucking you on a chair. that's it.

breathe.

when you feel so overwhelmed that he has to remind you of basic survival instincts.

louder.

minho didn't know slow sex could make you this loud. in his dorm.

versatile chef.

ogling at your boyfriend's hands while he cooks makes you blurt out that you've never been fingered before. he takes matters into his own hands. literally.

ambidextrous.

being able to use both hands just as well can be very useful, minho knows that better than anyone else.

floaty.

after being fucked into a trance where you can't tell what's safe or not, minho has to make sure you're taken care of.

sweet treat.

for minho's birthday, you cater to both his love for sweets and your body.

• drabbles (2k+)

pretty boy.

taking your chance to take care of your dom after a long day, you shower him with praise until he submits under you... or not? body worship go brrr.

pussy cat.

a joke about minho loving his cats more than you takes an unexpected turn as he tries to show you that he loves you the most.

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nepo babies masterlist

rich! yang jeongin x rich! fem! reader . smau series . fluff , ‘enemies’ to lovers , (maybe) angst , mutual pining , slightly suggestive , fast paced(?) , fake dating

yang jeongin is a bad influence—words that fell from your parents lips, almost as a warning. yet despite jeongin's behaviour, the yang family was well respected, and your father would have been foolish to refuse a business partnership with the multi-millionaires. the collaboration led to you attending school with jeongin, who mindlessly trailed after you wearing his infamous smirk as he attempted to pick you apart. phrases meant to send you crying falling from his lips as he slunk an arm over your shoulders, nose grazing your cheek as he muttered every rude word that came to his mind. eventually you graduated, as did jeongin—surprisingly. and as your classmates went into the world, you hoped jeongin would do just the same. you planned on staying in seoul for awhile, having recently gotten a modelling contract with laila magazine. but unfortunately for you, yang jeongin had other plans, ones involving: a yacht, champagne, and a midnight swim.

status ongoing ! taglist open !

navigation | stray kids masterlist

profiles 1! | profiles 2! | privs

001. youre ill

002. you rat

↳ 002.5 my first sober kiss (w)

003. this is actually disgusting

004. say less

↳ 004.5 it’s not a fight without snacks

005. your big baby?

006. hyunjin is majestic

007. why is he in the bath?

↳ 007.5 that man is whipped

008. idk why he refuses to smile

↳ 008.5 did you leave the ac on? (w)

009. homeless french cats

010. what does lee know?

011. roaches take this?

↳ 011.5 is he crying?

012. baby girl are you dumb?

↳ 012.5 look at my lawyer dawg i’m going to jail

013. he is not lying

more to be added…

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ jeonglixverse’s fic recs

here are some of my favourite fics i’ve read ! all fics listed below are all straykids :D

anything that contains smut will be highlighted in red! and all fics posted are a mix of fem!reader or gn!reader ˗ˏˋ post will be constantly updated !! ˎˊ˗

⇢ ˗ˏˋ ot8 ࿐ྂ dad!skz random texts ↳ by @seungbinbin stray kids as cliche romance tropes ↳ by @luvtak - 2.2k tender tendencies ↳ by @charmercharm3r what are we? │bit of angst, fluff. ↳ by @cosmic-railwayxo when you help them shave │fluff. ↳ by @143hyunes your mom hasn't paid me to date you this month │fluff, humor. ↳ by @jinhyun you go to another groups concert │fluff, humor. ↳ by @jinhyun

⇢ ˗ˏˋ bang chan ࿐ྂ safe with me │angst, fluff. ↳ by @thevampywolf - 2.5k insomnia w/minho │angst, smut, fluff, fwb, f2l. ↳ by @j-0ne25 - 64.9k stations and destinations │fluff, angst, childhood f2l. ↳ by @sulfurcosmos - 9.8k unprofessional │angst, smut, slowburn, coworkers to lovers. ↳ by @exxxtraoddinary - 58k myth - beach house │f2l. ↳ by @astraystayyh - 1.1k zip │smut, fluff. ↳ by @cb97percent - 3.4k

⇢ ˗ˏˋ lee minho ࿐ྂ insomnia w/bangchan │angst, smut, fluff. ↳ by @j-0ne25 - 64.9k jealousy, jealousy │fluff, s2l. ↳ by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - 4.9k pick me ups │hurt, comfort, established relationship. ↳ by @gimmeurtmi - 2.5k youngblood │angst, fluff, bsf2l. ↳ by @changbeanie - 17.4k kiss me │fluff, established relationship. ↳ by @soobnny - 1.4k labyrinth │angst, fluff, slowburn, bsf2l. ↳ by @soobnny - 20k invisible thread │angst, fluff, slowburn, academic rivals to lovers. ↳ by @astraystayyh - 20k the only exception - paramore │slowburn, s2l. ↳ by @astraystayyh - 3.7k fields │angst, smut, fluff. ↳ by @hoes4lino - 23.5k excuses │fluff, established relationship. ↳ by @jinhyun - 2.3k angels in bodycons │smut. ↳ by @charmercharm3r - 5.2k lovely & sweet │angst, smut, fluff. ↳ by @tasteleeknow - 6.3k zipper │smut, fluff, established relationship. ↳ by @tasteleeknow - 4.3k ghost of you pt.1 pt.2 │angst, smut, fluff. ↳ by @telesvng - 15.5k & 14.8k love equation │angst, fluff, f2l. ↳ by @hanjisungz-remade - 11.5k

⇢ ˗ˏˋ seo changbin ࿐ྂ the alternative - lyn lapid │brother's bsf. ↳ by @astraystayyh - 2.5k

⇢ ˗ˏˋ hwang hyunjin ࿐ྂ somebody else - the 1975 │exes to lovers. ↳ by @astraystayyh - 2.6k

⇢ ˗ˏˋ han jisung ࿐ྂ bakcburner - niki │angst, exes. ↳ by @astraystayyh - 1.1k

⇢ ˗ˏˋ lee felix ࿐ྂ if the world was ending - jp saxe, julia michaels │bsf2l. ↳ by @astraystayyh - 3.2k all i ever wanted │angst, fluff, roommates to lovers. ↳ by @miel-ji - 6.6k playdate │s2l. ↳ by @bbujiikseu-archived - 14.8k hey, hey, golden boy! │angst, fluff. ↳ by @staysuki - 11k sunshine │bit of angst, fluff, smut, f2l. ↳ by @j-0ne25 - 7.4k

⇢ ˗ˏˋ kim seungmin ࿐ྂ in my dreams - tearliner │e2l. ↳ by @astraystayyh - 4.5k

⇢ ˗ˏˋ yang jeongin ࿐ྂ you're sexy i'm sexy - eric nam│f2l. ↳ by @astraystayyh - 1.6k adulthood can wait │fluff, established relationship. ↳ by @inniejeonginnie - 1.3k better and better │angst, smut, fluff, bsf2l. ↳ by @seungminheart - 10.9k meet cute │fluff. ↳ by @inniejeonginnie - 2.2k blue dream │smut. ↳ by @charmercharm3r - 6.1k love is blind │angst, fluff. ↳ by @momobani - 12.5k touch │fluff, strangers to friends to lovers. ↳ by @luvtora - 1.4k i saw you in a dream │angst, suggestive, s2l. ↳ by @forgottenfourr - SMAU (ongoing)

STOLEN LOVE

Synopsis: Bang Yn and Lee Minho were the perfect couple in all their college, just two sweethearts who fell in love with each other, so why Yn suddenly breaks up with Minho to go back in Australia? No one knew the answer. Now, three years later, she’s back in her city but she has a someone else with her: her daughter, Aera, Minho’s daughter. What’s going to happen when her ex applies to be Aera’s babysitter?

Pairing: LeeMinho x f!reader — non idol Au, college Au

Genre: exes to lovers

Warnings: Minho is a bad boy, mention of sex (well they have a baby so), some angst (i will try my best to make you guys cry), a very protective Chan

Characters: Stray Kids, Jake from Enhypen, Rosé from Blackpink (she’s a soloist here), Christian Yu.

Starting: 01/07/2023

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Profiles

Aussies (+Jeongin) | the workers ( + Hyunjin)

Chapters

↬ 001. Aera (written)

↬ 002. Bro’s wild

↬ 003.F in chat for Han

↬ 004. Yn found work

↬ 005. Momma’s boy

↬ 006. Am I Cupid?

↬ 007. Ariana what are you doing here?

↬ 008. light skin stare

↬009. Dada

[More to be add]

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instead of you [part twenty-four] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, smut adjacent... you'll see (mdni)

word count: 4.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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Jisung was gone when you woke up the next morning. The sheets beside you were cold, meaning he hadn’t been there for a while. You reached for your phone to see if you had any messages from him, but when you checked it there was nothing. 

You didn’t have much on the itinerary today so you could go back to sleep if you wanted to, but you figured you should probably get up and find Jiisung before doing anything else. 

You got dressed and ventured into the living area, stumbling across Minho sitting shirtless on the couch. You suppressed a sigh, and brushed past him into the kitchen. Jisung wasn’t there either. There was tea brewing in a kettle on the stove so you knew he couldn’t be far, but you were back at square one with your search. 

Reluctantly, you sulked back to where Minho was. It was hard to ‘keep your distance’ from him when you were sharing a living space- even if you weren’t sharing a room anymore. 

“Do you know where my boyfriend is?”

Minho flinched, like he didn’t expect you to address him, but recovered quickly, lips easing into a smirk. “What, am I not good enough company?”

It was especially hard to keep your distance when he said things like that- mostly because you wanted to smack the grin off of his face. 

You scowled. “Do you know where he is or not?”

“He’s on the balcony.”

You left Minho where he was and found your best friend exactly where his brother said he would be. He was sitting with his mother at the dining table with the book he’d borrowed from you laying open on the glass surface. 

You could tell he’d responded to some of your annotations from the different colored ink in the margins. Neither of you had very good handwriting so it could be difficult to tell apart, which is why you always wrote in different colors. You used black pens, Jisung used blue. 

Leaving little messages between the pages of books was you and Jisung’s thing, well, one of your many things, but you found yourself wondering what it would be like to annotate a book for Minho. Would he think your dumb jokes were funny? Would he like the same lines as you? Get annoyed by the protagonist- you stopped yourself there, unable to go any further with that train of thought. Sexual fantasies were one thing, but domestic fantasies... you couldn’t let yourself go down that road. 

Nikki was the first to notice you standing there and she waved you over with a grin, pulling out an empty chair for you. 

“Good morning! How’d you sleep?”

“Really good, thank you.” 

Jisung spoke next before you could return the formality. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I thought I might have to go in there and wake you up before we head out to the museums.”

You forced a chuckle as you settled in the seat, throwing your best friend a glare when his mother wasn’t looking. 

“Your tea is almost ready,” you said, suddenly remembering. “The kettle was making a lot of noise.”

“Oh thanks, baby.” Jisung leaned forward to push himself up, but his mom beat him to it. 

“I’ll get it, you two stay here.”

“Are you sure, mom?” he asked. “I can just go grab it really fast.”

“No, no,” she assured him. “I’ve got it.”

“Thank you.”

“Would you like any, y/n?” 

You shook your head. “Oh, no thank you.”

“I’ve been trying to get her on it for years, trust me. She’s partial to coffee.”

“She’s my one true love, I can’t cheat on her.”

The truth was you did drink tea sometimes, but you didn’t really care for the way Jisung made it. 

“You’re in tea’s birthplace,” he argued. “If you’re going to have it anywhere, it should be here!”

“And to your point, if I drink tea here, I’d rather go get it from somewhere authentic.”

Jisung shrugged in defeat, cracking a smile. “Fair enough.”

You waited until Nikki was inside to shove him.  “Can you not make me look bad in front of your mom?”

“What are you talking about?” 

“I sleep in late, I don’t like tea?”

He chuckled, still rubbing his arm. “Those aren’t bad things!”

“You’re Korean. Isn’t not liking tea considered treason?” 

“Well, you’re not Korean.”

“Exactly, I don’t want her to think I’m some classless American or something.”

“She doesn’t! Where are you getting these ideas from?” he cocked his head to the side, voice tinged with concern. “She loves you, trust me.” 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he assured you and grabbed your hand, giving it a quick squeeze. 

You tried to relax a little, rolling your shoulders and your neck to relieve some of the tension. 

“You okay, baby?” he pressed, running his thumb along your knuckles. 

Just then you heard the door to the apartment open and close. Nikki appeared at the table a moment later with a mug in each hand. 

“Thanks, mom,” Jisung said gratefully as he accepted the drink from her. His eyes flitted back to your face, still waiting for your answer. 

“What are we doing tonight?” you asked, deciding to change the subject.

He hesitated before answering, like he didn’t want to move on without knowing what was bothering you. But you didn’t give him much of a choice. 

“Minho and Felix were mentioning getting drunk tonight.”

“Again?” you mused, making Nikki grin as she took a sip of her tea. 

Bold of you to say, for someone who usually spent her weeknights at a fraternity house. You could tell Jisung was thinking the same thing. He quirked an eyebrow up at you in question, but thankfully didn’t verbalize his thoughts. That would definitely be something to tarnish your character in his mother’s eyes if he were to mention it in front of her. 

“I think the bar upstairs is doing a karaoke night or something. Wanna go?”

Jisung still didn’t know about the decision you’d made to avoid alcohol. Because knowing that would mean he’d have to know about why you’d made said decision. You didn’t think you would ever be able to tell your best friend that you’d kissed his brother- or that he’d kissed you for that matter and then you’d kissed him like a week later while you were completely sober. 

He also didn’t know about your other agreement, the one that you’d made with Minho, the one where you had agreed to stay away from each other. 

So you just nodded easily in agreement, resolving silently to be the designated sober friend of the night, even though you didn’t have to drive anywhere. 

Of course, it was foolish to think that alcohol was to blame for your decision-making. You knew it only lowered your inhibitions. It didn’t alter the chemistry of your brain or turn you into a different person. But you hoped that staying dry, or somewhat dry, for the rest of the trip would help keep you out of trouble. 

-

“Come on, y/n, you have to do a song!”

It was Minho, of course, who was urging you to get up on stage and make a fool of yourself in front of the entire bar. 

“Trust me, you do not want to hear me sing,” you insisted. “And this isn’t me being humble or anything. I’m not hiding some incredible talent like girls do in the movies, I promise.”

“That’s never stopped you before!” Jisung chimed in. “You love karaoke. Are you embarrassed because they’re here?” he nodded toward his brothers and you stared down at the table without answering, pretty much confirming what he’d suggested. 

And he’s right, you do love karaoke, but that’s because most of the time you’re halfway to blacking out by the time you get on stage, and this time you’re stone-cold sober. All of the fun of karaoke comes from being too gone to care that you’re ruining a cultural masterpiece and doing a disservice to whoever the original artist is. 

The only people who enjoyed doing karaoke sober were people with a humiliation kink. 

Plus, this bar was a lot nicer than the bars you were used to doing karaoke in. Everyone was dressed in semi-formal attire, including yourself, and you didn’t know if you’d be able to relax in this atmosphere. 

“We could do a duet,” Jisung offered. “I know we do a pretty decent Wish I Was a Cowboy.”

“We cannot do a country song here.”

“Then what song do you want to do? You pick.”

“I don’t know,” you whined. “Do we have to?”

“We don’t have to, but I know you’ll have fun. You always do!” You grumbled under your breath because you knew he was right. “Maybe you just need a little more liquid courage, hm?” Jisung pushed your drink closer to you with a knowing grin. 

He didn’t know the daiquiri in front of you was actually a virgin daiquiri, didn’t know you’d slipped away to the bar when you said you were going to the bathroom to ask the bartender to make your drink nonalcoholic. 

You knew the only reason you were hesitating on getting up on that stage was the lack of alcohol in your system. 

“If you do a duet, Minho and I will do a duet,” Felix propositioned. “And you can choose the song.”

Now that was an offer you couldn’t refuse. 

“Fine. Get me a shot.”

“Atta girl.”

-

Twenty minutes later the DJ was calling you and Jisung to the front of the room. The tequila was still burning your throat even though you’d chased it with your daiquiri. You could tell Jisung was feeling it too from the way he grimaced and cleared his throat before standing from his seat. 

You took his hand and let him lead you through the small crowd. The bar was probably a little busier than it was on a normal night because of the event, but it still wasn’t packed. 

Still, the amount of people you were going to have to sing in front of made you nervous. One shot had turned into three, against your better judgment, to try and shake the anxiety and you were definitely feeling it, but the nerves hadn’t subsided. 

The DJ confirmed your song choice with Jisung and then reiterated it to the audience in Mandarin and English. You’d chosen Kesha’s “We R Who We R” on a whim. It wasn’t really a duet song, but you knew all of the words and you knew your best friend did too. 

Your eyes found Minho’s automatically- even with the stage lights shining in your face, even with the sea of people in front of you, you were drawn to him. You told yourself it was because you already knew where he was, you’d just been sitting there, and he was familiar. You were nervous, and you didn’t know anyone else here other than Jisung’s brothers. Of course you’d look for comfort. 

He gave you an encouraging thumbs up as the music started to swell from the speakers and you forced yourself to look away, cheeks burning. The tequila had been a bad idea. 

Thankfully, the song was over as soon as it started. At least, that’s how it felt. One of the reasons you didn’t mind karaoke was that you’d black out the second you stepped foot on stage and then regain consciousness once you were finished performing. It was fun because you weren’t self-conscious of embarrassing yourself in the moment, and then you’d get to laugh at yourself later if one of your friends had filmed it. 

“Great job,” Felix complimented upon your return to the table. Minho clapped Jisung on the back approvingly. 

“Y/n carried,” Jisung said proudly, leaning back and placing a hand on your thigh. “She always does.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t even remember what we just did. The song started playing and that’s it. I came back to when they were all clapping.”

“Well your autopilot is very impressive,” Felix continued. 

“Thanks. Years of practice.”

“What do you mean?” Minho asked. 

“It used to happen all the time in high school too...” you trailed off, mumbling the next part. “I was a theater kid.”

“What?” 

Jisung smirked at your embarrassed expression while his brothers gawked at you. “Makes sense, right?” he teased. 

“Shut the fuck up,” you spat. 

“That explains so much,” Minho whispered. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Anyway, you did great, babe,” Jisung said. “Promise.”

“As long as I hit most of the notes I’m happy.”

“Okay, now pick a song for me and Minho. We’re up in a few more rounds.”

Felix passed you the book of choices for you to look over, even though you’d already flipped through everything when you and Jisung went. Instinctively, you looked up to Minho for some kind of guidance. You didn’t want to pick something they wouldn’t like. But he just grinned.

“Pick your poison.”

You ended up recruiting Jisung for the decision since he knew the two boys way better than you did. He pointed out a couple of options for you to choose from and you eventually went with Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland which proved to be a mistake. You chose it because you thought they’d make fun of themselves and have a good time with it, and they did, but Minho also pulled out a side of him you’d never seen before and that was a problem. 

It was a problem because he took Timbaland’s part and the lower octave definitely had an effect on you. Not only that, but the way he worked the stage like he owned it made your insides twist. He was pretty confident on a normal day, but this was on a different level. It was clear that he wasn’t taking himself too seriously, but that he also knew how to perform, which was making you feel all sorts of things. Instead of interacting with each other, Minho and Felix involved the crowd, acting like they were singing about them. And of course, Minho locked eyes with you and wouldn’t look away. His gaze broke away a couple of times when he turned to face different sections of the audience, but it always came back to you. 

At some point, you weren’t even registering the lyrics anymore, just watching his hips move to the rhythm like you were being hypnotized. 

“He’s such a show-off,” Jisung mumbled in your ear. “He’s got a career in dance and never lets anyone forget it.”

“They’re upstaging us,” you muttered back. 

“Yeah, fuck them.”

“We should leave,” you joked, still not able to tear your eyes away from the stage. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to stand if you tried. “We can’t stand for this kind of disrespect.”

“At least they don’t have our chemistry,” he pointed out.

“That’s true. We have that advantage. It would have been a little concerning if they did.”

Jisung laughed, and nodded in agreement, turning his head back toward the performance. 

It was like Minho could feel the shift in your attention, like he knew you were fully focused on him again, because he threw a wink in your direction, biting his lip to suppress a smirk.  

“Jesus, are they trying to seduce the entire bar?” 

Nope, just me.

He was probably just doing it to be annoying, to get under your skin or something. He was the one who had said it was a good idea to keep your distance from each other so you knew it didn’t mean anything. 

Still, you felt hot all over and stole a sip of Jisung’s drink to try and cool down. You’d already finished yours. But you forgot that his actually had vodka in it and almost spit it all over the table. 

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” your best friend asked frantically, hitting you a couple of times on the back in case you were choking. 

“Just strong,” is all you were able to manage. 

“Here, I’ll get you some water.” 

“No, I got it,” you insisted. “I have to go to the bathroom anyway.”

That was a lie, but you did want to splash some cold water on your face to ease the heat that had risen to your cheeks during Minho and Felix’s performance. The song was over now and you didn’t want them to see you so flustered so you needed to be gone before they came back over to the table. 

You were up before Jisung could protest, and wove through the tables to the back of the bar where the hallway for the restrooms were. You were nearly there when you heard your name being called from behind you and you whipped around before you could think better of it. 

It was Minho, because who else would it be? He had his hands in the pockets of his slacks, Rolex just barely peeking out from where it was fastened around his wrist. You hated that you noticed that. You hated that you noticed the veins that traveled up his arms and disappeared under the rolled sleeves of his white dress shirt. You hated that you noticed everything about him. 

“What are you doing back here?” you asked. 

“Looking for you,” he confessed. “Thought you might’ve been upset.”

“Upset about what?”

He took a step closer to you. You were tempted to back away, but you stood your ground. The hallway was already pretty small and in a couple of moves of this chess game you were playing with him you’d be backed into a corner, literally. 

“About the karaoke thing.”

“What karaoke thing?”

“Well, it could be a number of things,” he explained. “I feel bad about pressuring you to do a song when you didn’t want to, for one.”

“You didn’t pressure me.”

“I kind of did.”

“Not any more than my own boyfriend was.” 

He shrugged indifferently, but it was stiff. His shoulders moved up and down in a rehearsed manner. It didn’t come naturally. 

“It’s just karaoke,” you added. 

“Well, yeah, but then I also thought you might be upset about me and Felix’s song- or my part of the song, I guess.”

Had he noticed you acting weird? Or was he suddenly remorseful over eye-fucking you for three straight minutes in front of your boyfriend? Either way, you weren’t sure why he would care. 

“I picked the song, why would I be upset?”

“I mean, you got up as soon as it ended. I thought you might be rushing out because I overstepped or something.”

“Do you think you overstepped?” you asked, throwing the ball back into his court. 

Minho pressed his lips into a thin line as he contemplated how to answer your question. 

“Not everything is about you,” you scoffed before he could respond, even though you had definitely just been running to the bathroom to splash water on your face because of him. 

He blinked, clearly not expecting you to take the conversation in that direction. “I know.”

You put your hands on your hips and cocked your head to the side. “Do you?”

“Listen, I know things between us are complicated-”

“You’re the one who said we should stay away from each other, yet here you are following me to the bathroom. Where does Jisung think you are? What if he comes to check on me?”

“He won’t.”

“How do you know?”

Minho sighed in exasperation, taking a hand out of his pocket to run it through his styled curls. “Do you ever stop worrying?”

“I think the situation warrants it,” you reasoned. 

“And what exactly is the situation?” he asked, taking another step closer. 

“You tell me,” you countered. 

You were both dancing around it, neither of you wanting to admit it. Minho has a career in dance. Jisung’s words echoed in your head as you stared his older brother down. You knew you were going to be the one to get burned in the end no matter how things turned out, especially now that the fire was growing so out of control. Wild, destroying everything in its path. You could feel it in your stomach, the incandescence that drew you to Minho. You could see the embers in his eyes too. 

Minho was the first to make a move this time. Instead of answering, he cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back almost immediately, practically melting into him as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. 

He steadied you by moving his hands from your cheeks to your waist. His strong frame cradled your crumbling one, and he stumbled backward as he pulled you into the men’s room. He leaned his back into the door to open it, mouth never leaving yours. 

The bathroom was empty, thankfully, but you didn’t think you would’ve cared if it wasn’t. Minho turned you around and pressed you into the sinks, teeth grazing your shoulders as he ground his hips into yours from behind. 

The dim lighting was another thing you were thankful for. That way, he couldn’t see how wrecked you already looked in the reflection of the mirror. Your hands clutched at the edge of the marble countertop as you tried to keep your knees from buckling. He hadn’t even touched you, not really, and you were struggling to catch your breath. 

Minho’s hands ran over your ass, squeezing before he spun you back around and kissed you again. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, the alcohol in your system doing nothing to help your coordination. 

He chuckled against your mouth and grabbed your hands with his, stilling them. 

“Let me,” he whispered. 

You nodded wordlessly and watched as he popped a few buttons of the dress shirt- not enough to be completely open, but enough to show off his chest, and you felt your mouth go dry as you shamelessly ogled him. He smirked at your reaction and ran a hand through his hair. You didn’t even remember grabbing his hair like that, but evidently, you had gotten carried away in more ways than one.

 He grabbed your hips and hoisted you up onto the counter, laughing when you nearly fell into one of the sinks. You spread your legs for him, letting him slot himself between them as he placed a hand on each of your thighs and slipped his fingers beneath the hem of your skirt. You couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, desperate for some type of relief. The ache was getting to be too much. You felt so empty, and you just wanted something inside of you. 

“Please, Minho,” you gasped. 

“Please, what?” he quipped back, kissing you again to punctuate the question. 

“I need...” you trailed off. 

Were you really going to say it? Were you really going throw your morals out the window and fuck your best friend’s brother just because you were drunk and horny and couldn’t seem to stay away from him? Clearly, you’d stooped below the moral high ground weeks ago when you’d gotten yourself off to the thought of him, and when you kissed him. You’d already crossed so many lines, broken so many of the rules of you and Jisung’s agreement. Yet this line was the line, and if you didn’t think there was redemption for you before, there certainly wouldn’t be after this. 

It was as if you were at the gates of hell, and instead of turning away and running for the hills, you were being lured into the heat. You weren’t even trying to fight it. You’d burn willingly with Minho if he would step into the flames with you. 

Minho spoke before you could get another word in and whatever resolve you had left evaporated. “You have no idea how badly I want you,” he rasped.

“I think I might have some idea,” you teased, squeezing your thighs around his waist, effectively pressing his erection into your stomach. 

The fact that you could feel how hard he was through his pants was only turning you on more, and it made you wonder if he could feel your arousal too. Wearing a skirt hadn’t been the best idea in hindsight. The only layer between your pussy and anything else was the panties you were wearing, and the material they were made out of was pretty thin. If Minho pulled away and there was a wet patch on his slacks from you, you might die from embarrassment. 

“Wish I could take you up against the glass,” he muttered, nodding in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the far side of the restroom. “Where the whole city could see.”

The hotel bar was a rooftop bar atop a skyscraper. No one would be able to see you, and you both knew that, but the idea of it made you clench around nothing nonetheless. 

He latched his mouth to your neck and began working on the straps of your shirt. He slid them down your shoulders, exposing more of your cleavage in the process. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue on your skin, and he seemed to like that. Your sounds spurred him on, and his head dipped lower and lower until he was at the valley of your breasts. You were about to beg him not to stop when the door to the bathroom flung open suddenly, making you both freeze where you were. 

It was no one you knew, just one of the other patrons of the bar, but you were still completely mortified to be caught in such a compromising position. Minho was quick to react and shielded your half-naked body with his, holding you close to him so that the person couldn’t see your state of undress. 

The stranger turned around and left just as quickly as they’d come in, but it had been enough to break the spell. 

Minho let go of you and awkwardly stepped backward, hastily redoing the buttons on his shirt. He was quiet now and he wouldn’t look you in the eyes. You knew there was no chance of picking up where you’d left off. It was over. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t know what came over me.”

You straightened your skirt and hopped off the counter. You did know what came over him. It was the same thing that came over him the first time he kissed you, and the time he kissed you back, but you decided not to say anything about it. You had no room to talk anyway. 

“I, uh, I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to, because I do,” he stressed, looking pained. “But you’re my brother’s girlfriend, and that’s... that’s just a line I can’t cross. I can’t do that to him. I know we’ve already crossed so many lines... b-but as long as you’re his nothing can happen between us.”

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