I Can't Even Fathom That Kind Of Shock And Pain. I Have Been Fortunate Enough In Life To Have Been Spared

I can't even fathom that kind of shock and pain. I have been fortunate enough in life to have been spared a lot of grief and loss

"Are you still coming home?"

₊✩‧₊ ot8 - romance tropes ₊✩‧₊

synopsis: Stray Kids members as romance tropes; Based off of this ask I answered - put into longer stories/a proper series.

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

notes: drip coffee being served. (aka angst.)

warnings: mentions of character death (reader)

Childhood Loves | Enemies -> Lovers | Forbidden Love | Soulmates | Not Meant To Be | Royalty | Unrequited Love | Blind Date

It started with a phone call.

"I got in! I did it! Did you see the email? I sent it to you- I sent you a photo!" Your voice rings through his phone so loudly that he has to pull it away from the soft skin of his cheek when he smiles; He almost accidentally hits the red circle to end the call. "Dear Ms. ___, we are pleased to announce that you've been accepted into the Summer-" His breath catches in his throat and he chokes on the words, round eyes so wide that they appear they might fall out of his head. Jisung's grip on his phone tightens and he breathes heavy, sighing out in disbelief. "Full ride. You got the full ride-! You're going to Paris! You're going to study in Paris!" He cooes. Your voice is softer on the other side, heart warming and gushing as you listen to your boyfriend faun over your achievement; What you're going to accomplish; A promise of success in the form of a short, curt email from the school of your dreams. "Four months in Paris, studying in smokey cafes," You sigh, "I'm going to Paris, Sungie. Paris..." "You're going to Paris." His hands cup your cheeks, warm and soft and covered in a light sheen of sweat from his nerves. He's not even boarding the flight and he's anxious, thumbs brushing over your reddened skin that was damp with searing tears that just threatened to leave red, stinging marks on his hands if they continued to fall. "I'm going to Paris," You whisper in confirmation. Your bags sit at your sides and your hands had come up to meet his own, rubbing over the back of them to keep him grounded more than yourself. You swallow, spit traveling down your throat in a way you can only describe as suffocating. Leaving him was going to be hard, but; This was happening. You would be gone for four months; Four long, pressing months that would no doubt pose a challenge to not only your intelligence but your well-being; Four months that would leave you missing your boyfriend every night and morning where you would lie alone. But those four months were a guarantee to drive your inspiration - They were a guarantee to push you forward in your career; And this was not an opportunity someone intelligent would just pass up. A full ride scholarship for four months in one of the most romantic countries on Earth; Without your boyfriend.

It continued with daily updates.

"Paris Fashion Week, Sungie. It was incredible! I've never seen so many gorgeous people in my life." Your words are rushed and in awe as you push through the crowd of people flooding through the streets, on your way home from the event. "I'm going to get to work as soon as I get back to the studio. The designs, the people, the way they presented - I've never felt so.. I don't know! My inspiration is flourishing!" It makes him chuckle on the other end of the phone call. He's sitting in the practice room on the floor, his back cold as it presses to the wall mirror behind him. One hand holds his phone to his ear while the other slowly twists a scrap of paper between his thumb and index, wrist perched on his knee. His eyes bore into the yellowed material and as they grow lidded, he has to blink the tears away from his lashes when they catch. "I'm happy for you." His voice shows no sign of anything short of joy. You are everything he is proud of and that's never going to falter from his mind; You come first, your happiness comes first; You above all. His lashes flutter again when the tears don't cease. They burn down his cheeks, his skin reddened and raw from where he had been rubbing his the scuffed cuff of his hoodie sleeve; But he smiles, thumb nail pressing into the ridge of his phone case as he murmurs, "Are you having fun?" "I'm having fun, but I miss you." Your voice won't stop breaking; Every word betrays you, every syllable feels like an enemy slicing at your lips and screaming for you to quit talking. Your chest juts with every breath you take where you're tangled in mangled pink sheets that constrict your limbs and when you move to switch the hand thats holding onto the phone, you rip your arm from the blankets in a bout of frustration. "I want to come home. I want to see you again." "Two weeks." Is all he can find himself mustering up the courage to answer with. Jisung could give it away, could tell you about the velvet box he's rotating in his palm as he talks to you. He doesn't break down and cry this time, finding that he's too giddy to show you the gift when you get back to find any tears. So he listens to your cries dull into sniffles until you're both back to talking about what you're going to do for the next two weeks - how you're going to work harder than you have the entire time you've been away. You're going to make him proud like you always do.

And it ended with a text message.

He'd woken up to the texts from you after pulling another all-nighter in the studio. The wishes of seeing him again, being in his arms and being complete for the first time in four long, grueling months away from each other. When he's fully conscious and aware it's the day you're coming home, he brings himself to his feet so fast that the world spins for him. Jisung's never moved so fast, made himself look presentable but still comfortable as he rushed to the airport. 5 Hours. 5 hours he sat there, checking his phone for any updates from you. He wasn't entirely sure what time you were supposed to land, but he did know the number of your flight - and as soon as he saw it on the screen perched above him, he grew giddy. Jisung's leg bounces in anticipation where he's sat, until he stands. Then he's making his way to the large window nearby to peer out and watch planes land and take off. He's in awe, hoping that on any of them you'll step off and make your way to him - come running out of the gate and throw your bags down so that he can envelop you in his arms and never let go again. His fingers twist the velvet box in his jeans pocket and he closes his eyes for a brief moment to take a breath; To calm his heartbeat that slams over and over in his chest like it's threatening to break his ribs and leap free. He glances back at the screen on the wall to see your flight number was gone. Gone....? But it was just there a moment ago. Did that mean you'd landed? Where did your flight go? Jisung turns to stare over at the people walking in and out with their luggage. He watches a woman drop her duffle bag to bring a girl about four into her arms, picking her up and sobbing into her hair that she'd missed her. He watches a man stare down at his phone as he walks by, greeted shortly after by another man who presses a kiss to his lips and comfortably guides him away from the seats to take their leave. His eyes come back to the screen to search again. It's not there. The number just disappeared, like it had never even been there in the first place. Jisung's eyes travel to the television perched nearby. A small group of people had gathered and as he stood there off to the side by a few feet, he pulls the velvet box from his pocket to turn it in his hands. The group chatters quietly about the tragedy - The flight that had crashed on it's way back from Paris, France due to a faulty engine. The only flight from Paris for the next ten hours. His lips part, breathing in slowly. His ribs feel like they rattle with how bad he begins to shake, taking a step back from the group to keep distance from the truth; The revelation that you weren't walking through that gate; That you weren't going to drop your luggage and run to him, tripping over your shoelaces that you never tied - that he had to kneel down and tie for you; That you weren't going to wear this ring. Taking a seat back where he was for five hours before, his lips finally close. They press together, roll into each other as if smearing the familiar taste of your vanilla chapstick. His free hand fishes his phone from his opposite pocket and he stares down at the lockscreen of your smiling face, a bouquet of roses in your hands from the precious Valentine's Day. Were you ever going to smile at him like that again? Slowly, he pulls up the text messages you'd sent him earlier that day. Messages of wanting to be together again, and with stiff fingers, knuckles red and angry from how tight he had been gripping the velvet box, he types out a soft reply.

hello!! I saw you wanted Innie requests so if it's okay with you, can you do like what would be his reaction to his s/o asking him what his favorite color is and then getting her nails done in that color to surprise him? I just think he would be so happy 🥹

I saw this and then started thinking of a nail design bhvf ♱ CW: finger sucking, hand kink, teasing, pet names (bubs, bun, bunny), marking, hair pulling, begging, scratching, unprotected sex, choking, creampie ♱ WC: 1.7K ♱ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

Y/n💘: what’s your favorite color Innie💕: green Why? Y/n💘: just wondering Are you still okay to come over after practice? Innie💕: Yeah. Might be a little late but I’ll text you when I leave the company Y/n💘: okie!!! Love you bub 💚 Innie💕: love you too bun 💞

Y/n set her phone down on the nail table and looked at her friend. “He said green, I trust your judgment on what to do.”

“Let’s do it,” Her friend smiled at her before grabbing her hands.

Her friend had recently gotten into doing nails and after practicing on fake hands, she felt up to the challenge of trying out on human hands. Y/n took her up on the offer to help her out and give her a form of self-care too, having been a bit too busy to do any.

The two girls chatted as her friend prepped her nails, pushing back the cuticle, getting rid of the dead skin, and buffing the nail. Getting to applying the tips and acrylic powder.

Y/n let her friend concentrate on the design as she moved her hands around where she needed them, working quickly with the acrylic and the gel.

Putting cuticle oil on her cuticles before letting her look. A white and green French tip except on her ring fingers. A green heart sat in the middle of the nail with a pattern of white and green surrounding it, giving a pulsing effect.

“I like it,” Y/n smiled

“Yay,” Her friend smiled back as she graced her light to readjust for a picture. Y/n let her position her hands to take a couple of photos and videos for her portfolio. Y/n paid her friend— more so forced the money into her hand while her friend denied her— and said goodbye before leaving her apartment and going down to her car. Phone connecting her car and Y/n going to turn on her music just for her boyfriend to call her.

“Hi bub,” Y/n said as she set her phone down and pulled away from her friend’s building.

“Hey, bun. What are you doing?” Jeongin asked

“Leaving (friends) apartment. Are you on your way over?”

“No. We’re taking a break and kind of wanted to hear your voice.”

“Don’t let the boys know that,” Y/n giggled

“I’ll be teased for eternity.”

“How much longer have you guys got?”

“Probably another hour or two. Trying to get this choreography down.”

“Don’t overwork yourself. That goes for the others too!”

“Y/n says not to overwork!”

Y/n laughed at him yelling at them before she heard a happy little voice, “Hi Y/n!” Felix said to the speaker

“Hi, Felix.”

“Y/n, we need I.N back!” Lee Know called

“Sounds like you’re needed bub.”

“I’ll see you later bun. Drive safe, I love you.”

“I love you too bub, text me when you’re leaving.”

Jeongin hung up and got back to dancing. Y/n got to her apartment, safely like her boyfriend told her to, and went up to her place. She had some time to relax and clean up her apartment before Jeongin texted her that he was leaving and picking up some dinner before coming over. Y/n thanked him and set up her living room for a movie night after taking a shower and putting on some loungewear to be more comfortable.

Brought blankets and pillows out onto the couch and set them up as he unlocked her door.

“That was fast,” Y/n said as she walked to ther entrance to help him.

“Called in the order before I texted you,” Jeongin told her as he put his bag down next to his shoes.

“How was work,” Y/n asked after he pecked her lips.

“A lot,” He sighed as she took the food to the coffee table. Jeongin followed behind her and plopped down on the couch behind her. Y/n passed him the remote to pick a movie only for her boyfriend to grab her hand and pull her down onto his lap. Y/n squeaked as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Hi bun,” Jeongin kissed her shoulder as he grabbed the remote from her

“Hi bub,” Y/n smiled before he grabbed her hand and looked at her nails

“Got you’re nails done today?” He asked

“(Friend) offered to do them since she wanted to practice on human hands,” Y/n told them

“This why you asked me what my favorite color was?”

“Yeah. Let her pick the design.”

“I like them. She did a good job.” Jeongin brought her hand and kissed her fingers

“I’ll let her know you think so.”

The two sat and watched a movie, enjoying the food he brought before lying on the couch and cuddling up. Jeongin playing with her hands more than actually paying attention to the movie. Y/n was sure he wasn’t even watching the movie.

Y/n turned to her boyfriend and— jokingly— tapped his lips. Jeongin smiled at her and opened his mouth wrapping his lips around her fingers. Watching her eyes go wide, tongue running along her fingers before wrapping his hand around her wrist and pulling her hand down and fingers out of his mouth. “Hi, bunny.”

“Hi,” Y/n replied, face all red from watching him suck her fingers.

Jeongin smirked at her, placing her hand on his neck before pulling her lips onto his. Y/n melted into the kiss, his hands pulling her closer to him. Slowly rolling her onto her back and moving his lips down her jaw to her neck, “Pretty bunny.”

“Innie,” Y/n whined

“Got your nails done all pretty for your Innie?” He teased, hands roaming her body

“Mhm,” Y/n responded, threading her fingers through his hair as he sucked hickeys onto her neck. Pushing her shirt up a bit to get more access to her skin.

He moved slowly, lips taking their time on her neck as his long fingers trailed along her skin. Pushing her shirt up till his fingers brushed against her nipples. Y/n moaned as he continued plaything with the little pebbles under her shirt as she pulled at his t-shirt.

“Take it off,” Y/n whined, crumbling more of the fabric in her hands

“Why are you being impatient bun?”

“Wanna mark up your back,” Y/n whined

The edges of her nails were still sharp from shaping. First-day nails needed time to dull down. It is easy to scratch yourself if you’re not careful. Either way, it turned the idol on, quickly pulling back and discarding his and her clothing before smashing his lips back onto hers, greed and lust dripping into her mouth from his lips. Y/n moaned into his mouth as she grabbed his shoulders. One of his hands moved between her legs and ran two fingers between her legs and teased her wet cunt.

Y/n rolled her hips against his hand as her manicured hands moved to his back. The acrylic just barely scratched his skin, but the feeling went straight to his dick. He pushed his fingers into her without wasting another second thought. Stretching her out and reaching into her while his tongue slipped into her mouth. Y/n dug her new nails into his back.

His thumb came to rub her clit, fingers working magic on her cunt while her nails digging into him gave him his own sense of pleasure and spurred him on. Pulling his lips away from hers to catch his breath and moved back to mark up her neck. Listening to her moans and his fingers moving in and out of her wet pussy.

“Nails feel so good, bun. Gonna make me cum before I get inside you.”

“Put it in Innie. Need you inside me,”

“Desperate today huh?”

“You started it.”

Jeongin bit her shoulder in retaliation before pulling his fingers out of her and licking them clean. Y/n watched him as she brought her hands down his front, dragging her nails over his chest and abs. Watching him shudder as he went to grab his dick.

Spreading his pre-cum over his cock as he pumped himself a few times. Jeongin lined his tip up at her entrance. He stroked her hole with the tip before pushing inside.

Both moaned at the feeling as Jeongin grabbed the arm of the sofa, slowly rolling his hips into hers. Her arms wound under his and scratched at his back.

“Fuck that feels good,” Jeongin groaned, the pace picking up the more she scratched at his back.

His hips snapped into her harshly, making her moan loudly. He moved one hand down from the sofa to hold her neck. Long fingers wrapped around the column of her throat, making her take a deep breath and keep quiet.

Y/n clawd down his back, making him shiver and his dick twitch inside her. Letting out a deep groan and driving his cock into her G-spot. Y/n clenched around him as her eyes started rolling into the back of her head.

Jeongin let go of her throat to let her catch her breath but also to bring his fingers down to play with her clit. Thumb rubbing circles into her little bud.

“Innie,” Y/n whined as her wall pulsed around his twitching cock.

“Close bunny?” Jeongin smirked down at her, watching arch towards him

“Yes,” Y/n whined, “harder. Almost there.”

Jeongin pressed harder on her clit, trying to keep a steady rhythm with his thrusting. Feeling her get tighter around him before she let out a silent scream, soaking his cock with her essence.

The feeling of her nails digging into his skin and her warmth encompassing him triggered his orgasm. Spilling inside of her, muttering a few curses and he pulled his hand away from her clit to hold himself up so he didn't fall on top of her once he finished.

Both took in deep breaths as they came down from their highs. Slowly Jeongin pulled out and took a moment to find the strength to keep up and grab a couple of wash clothes to clean them both. Then he lay down on her, laying his head on her chest, wrapping his arms around her body.

Y/n smiled down at him and played with his hair, “Your back’s all red now bub.”

“Good,” Jeongin smiled and kissed her collarbone, focusing back on the movie they had forgotten about.

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LOVE CURSE

Pairing: god of love!minho x Y/N

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff with angst

Being a god of love wasn’t always easy. When you got assigned to Minho to be bonded to your soulmate, he thought his mission would be done in a blink of an eye. Little did he know that his biggest ally would be his greatest enemy: love.

Words: 6K 

A.N: first fic of 2024, we cheered! sorry, it took me more time than i thought it would,,, that photoshoot inspired me for this story, as well as the song "rewrite the stars". my bad for the possible mistakes, hope you enjoy :) any interactions are sincerely appreciated 🫶. — 240304

Being a god of love wasn’t always easy. Mortals thought it was all about fate and butt naked babies shooting their arrows at them. However, it wasn’t as perfect as they could imagine it and deities didn’t look like cherubs. 

Minho had not a single memory about his past life. One day, he had opened his eyes after wandering into darkness for a really long time and had been welcomed by an angel. This angel happened to be his new brother, Felix, who introduced him to more brothers and sisters. Felix was always cheerful, he exhaled warmth and passion, a ray of sunshine in a solid form. He taught him everything he had to know for his new function as a love god. The good sides and the bad ones. Among the great ones was the chase, as they called it with his siblings. An interesting part where they used their magic to get close to their assigned human. Using ancestral methods, they tricked their customer into thinking that they knew each other since forever. This way, it was easier for them to establish a bond with their chosen one and Minho was always sincerely curious about their lives, hopes and dreams. Once the spark of love was strong enough, came the second step. The aim. It was truly thrilling for Minho to shoot an arrow. The way the wood of his bow perfectly fitted on his hand, like an extension of his arm. Or when his fingers, hooking on the silver bowstring, had to keep the perfect balance before releasing his arrow, which never failed to ignite the passion between two human beings. It gave him goosebumps every time. Finally, came the evanescence. When the arrow had reached the heart and the two lovebirds were united, the god of love had to disappear from their lives. Despite how poetic all this appeared to be, not everyone had the chance to get their « happy ever after ». Divinities exclusively interfered to match a mortal to its soulmate and they had a glimpse of their future together. Unfortunately, they sometimes had to tie someone to a person who would break them in the most awful ways. No matter how bad it would be, they would remain in love with them to the point where they would forget about themselves. Minho had forced himself to become insensitive to such situations but, deep inside, he despised it. He felt nauseous and anger was running through his veins as he had to watch his customers becoming miserable in front of his eyes. Occasionally, he wished he could bribe the lord of death, Chan, into getting rid of those pests… Sadly, this deity wasn’t easy to negotiate with. They did their duty and nothing else. 

When you got assigned to Minho, he didn’t think much about it and started his chase. You were a university student, pretty cheerful and a bit grumpy when things didn’t go your way. You loved to meet new people and hang out with your friends. Reading was one of your favorite hobby and you had a chubby black cat named Churros. Funny, he thought with a small smile on his face. He liked animals because they weren’t fooled by his powers like humans were, especially cats. With their piercing gaze, they could see the magic surrounding the deities, energy flows swirling around them in tints of red, black and gold. Truly smart beings. 

Minho put his backpack correctly on his shoulders as he looked over his surroundings. Students were walking toward the entry door, chatting, laughing or shuffling sleepily — probably some hangover or all nighters for exams. Finally, he spotted you. Walking through the crowd, he reached you and put a hand on your shoulder. You turned around, visibly surprised and wondering about who the hell was touching you unprovoked. You frowned, met by a face you had never seen before, a beautiful face. It was a guy. He seemed to be the same age as you, his skin looked smooth, his pink lips stretched into a gentle smile and his hair were copper brown. Slowly, you attached your eyes to his. Warm and deep. 

The god of love knew it was the perfect time to use his powers, you were visibly confused. Coming closer to your face, he saw your eyes widening. « I’m going to help you. » he whispered to your ear. When he glanced at you again and noticed the light veil over your eyes. Magic was happening. Shaking your head, as if emerging from a dream, your face lit up. « Minho! Gosh, I really thought you were going to leave me alone again. You know that I hate that class… », you gritted your teeth saying that. 

Perfect, he thought. From now on, he would be your longtime friend who happened to go to the same university as you. « I know, I know » he replied, ruffling your hair. You looked offended as your fingers were quickly brushing your locks in an attempt to style them back properly. « You… Do you know how long it took me to do this ? » you grumbled, your eyes sending daggers to your friend. Minho smirked, playing his role to get to know you better. « Are you doing all of this for Thomas ? » he mused, teasing you. Naturally, you were his assigned human and he knew who he had to match you with and how to play with it to make you fall. Your cheeks turned into a bright red. You scoffed in disdain. « Me ? Doing this for a man ? Don’t be silly. » you rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm, changing the subject to the paper you had to write for today. Your crush was ridiculously obvious. He wondered if he would act this way if only he was able to love. However, your budding feelings for Thomas would help to get his job done faster. It took more time when he had to do all the job, create the meeting, put the right mood to some situation in attempt to make both parties fall in love. Yes, it would be easy. You sighed, « And here we go, for two hours of boredom… ». You sat down and prepared your papers, hurrying Minho to do the same. Obediently, he did as told and started his own class: learning about you. 

Days turned into weeks and he knew a lot about you by now. You frowned when you were highly focused on something, you hated romcom — at least it was what you said, except that Minho witnessed you tearing up in front of 13 going 30 —, you were the type of person to scream your lungs out to songs while driving, you chewed on your lips and then complained about it when they were getting chapped. To make it short, you were lively in the most beautiful ways and the love god didn’t seem to grow tired of it. « Pull yourself together » he thought, lightly splashing his face with water. He had to make things move on between you and Thomas. Your interest for him didn’t seem to fade, after all, you were meant to be. He looked at his reflection on the mirror and was surprised by his expression: he seemed annoyed. Straightening his back, he glanced one more time at his face, defying it, before exiting the bathroom. 

« Took you long enough » you stated, looking at the brown haired boy. He shrugged « Sorry ? ». You gestured him to come sit next to you. Churros was purring on your legs as you scratched it behind its ears and Minho looked at the scene fondly. Taking place by your side, he joined you to pet the black cat. You discreetly looked at your friend. You had been knowing him since you were kids — magic made you think that — and never had you realized how handsome he was. In your eyes, he was just your annoying lost twin. Kind of. At least, you thought… Or tried to convince yourself. Also, Thomas was there and you liked him, right ? Minho raised his head and caught you staring at him. He tilted his head before asking you, « What’s troubling you ? ». You shook your head, scratching your cat under its chin. « Hmm nothing… » your voice was low and not convincing at all, your friend wouldn’t fall for your masquerade. He came closer to you and nudge your shoulder. « Come on Y/N, what’s on your mind ? ». Seeing his eyes, you couldn’t resist them and gave up. You felt a bit embarrassed but gathered your courage up. « Have you ever been in love ? » you asked, your hands stopped moving and Churros half opened its eyes, its green pupils looking deep inside your soul. A brief silence filled the room. Minho was staring at the ceiling before clearing his throat. « Well, I’ve never experienced it myself but I believe it’s a precious and incredible feeling… » your friend seemed a bit gloomy and you were almost disappointed by his answer. « Have you ? » he kept going, curious to know if you were going to talk about your crush with him. The god of love was expectant. « Yes… » « How does it feel ? I can only imagine. » Minho smiled but his eyes weren’t. « It feels warm and exciting but complicated at times too… » you stated. « I mean, what do you do when you start having feelings for someone unexpected ? » The brown haired boy hummed. « Like falling for someone you never thought you would ? » You nodded, « Exactly. It's like... you have this image in your head of who you're supposed to be attracted to, and then someone comes along and totally flips that upside down. » The deity chuckled. « Hmm. I see what you mean. » a tint of bitterness lacing his voice. « But isn't that part of the magic of love? Discovering new feelings and connections you never imagined ? ». Why were you so hesitant about your feelings ? Never in his career he had witnessed that. Lighting the spark of love could took a bit longer to build but his customers never openly expressed their confusion. Was he lacking on some point ? As earlier when he was in the bathroom, he felt annoyance rushing through his veins and a strange tickling at the bottom of his nape...  Churros left your lap, feeling the agitation of yours and Minho’s hearts. « I suppose so. It's just… I know you’ve noticed, I've been crushing on Thomas for a while now, but lately, someone else came into the picture… » you were elusive on purpose. Minho got caught off guard on that one. What was going on ? Something was definitely wrong. Who were you talking about ? He would have to review every single people being close to you to find out if you decided not to speak. You bent towards him, your move making your fingers brush against his, sending electricity into your system. « It’s a secret. » you sticked your tongue out and stood up. Still on the floor, Minho looked at you in disbelief. « What ? You started this conversation and now you’ve decided to remain silent ? ». Towering him, you shrugged and turned on the music to distract him. 

This was an emergency. He needed to talk to Felix, right now. On his way home, he grabbed his phone on his pocket and looked for his brother’s number. He tapped on his name and waited to hear the ringtone. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. « Your contact isn’t available at the moment… » Minho swore as he was welcomed by the robotic voice. « Please leave a message after the ri… ». He hung up and dialed the number again and again and again. Finally, no automatic message but a deep upset voice, which was pretty rare. « For love sake, Minho. Why are you calling me ? I was preparing my aim. You better have a good reason to bother me and make me miss my shot. » he groaned. « My human. Y/N. She’s hesitant. » He heard his brother sighing. « And ? It happens all the time. Give her one more week and she will be ready. Now, if you may exc… » Loosing his temper, Minho cut him off. « It’s not like usual. And, for your knowledge, my clients never hesitate on their feelings. » he cockily added. Felix laughed. « Ok. Then, describe me how is it different ? ». Minho could hear the noises of the city coming from the end of the line. « I don’t feel that energy coming from her, it’s like… glowing a different way. And I have that constant itch bothering me... » he whispered, confused by the events. « Have you ever heard of someone changing their fate ? » « Minho. It’s written in the stars, it’s impossible to undo it. » the angel stated firmly. « Are you sure ? Wasn’t there any case of someone rewriting them ? » His voice felt desperate and he was. He was hundred percent sure that something odd was happening. A loud silence echoed his question. « Do you want my honest opinion ? » « Please. » he begged. « I think you’re the one with an unsteady heart. You’ve been around Y/N for too long. You’ve never spent much time with one of your assigned mortal and your magic is weakening. » Felix answered. Offended, the god of love received those words like a slap in the face. However, it would explain his discomfort. « This is nonsense. I’m telli… » but he hadn’t time to finish his sentence. « One week and not a single day more. » The ringtone resonated, announcing the final sentence. 

One week. He had to calculate all his next moves. If Felix was right, nobody knew what would happened if Minho was loosing his power. Yet, he wasn’t scared about it but was terrified at the idea of loosing you forever. Once his job done, it would be as if he had never existed. You would remember a presence but would not be able to put a name or a face on it. Usually, Minho considered his mission like a book. He had to get into it, enjoy it, untangle the plot and put it on a shelf once done. With you, he wanted the story to keep going. However, he was supposed to be a side character and not a main one. The love god felt stupid and bothered by that strange sensation squeezing his heart. What was it ? He could only identify anger and disappointment. His fists were clenched and he had to fight the urge to punch the nearest wall. This is when you decided to intervene. He felt his phone buzzing. The screen illuminated the room he was in. 

y/n: want to grab a coffee before class tomorrow ?

minho: sure!

y/n: perfect! see u :)

He sighed. He had to find a solution by the next morning and make you and Thomas fall in love, for once and for all. That night, the brown haired boy barely slept. 

You were waiting for your friend in front of the coffee shop. Minho appeared at the corner, disheveled and dark circles under his eyes. « Wow, you definitely need some coffee. » You teased him. He groaned and opened the door for you. « Barely slept. » he briefly explained. « Thanks, I had noticed. » you scoffed. Once your coffee taken, you strolled along the path toward university campus, backpacks slung over your shoulders. « So, any plans for the weekend ? »  the love god asked, trying his best to look cheerful. You shrugged, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. « Not much, just the usual. Probably bury myself in textbooks and drown in a sea of caffeine. Exams are coming up. »

Minho rolled his eyes, nudging you with his elbow. « Come on, Y/N, you need to loosen up a bit. Life's not all about studying. Besides, I heard there's a party happening this Saturday. You have to come with me. » Your ears perked up at the mention of a party, your curiosity piqued. It has been a while since you wen to a party and going there with Minho sounded even greater.  « A party, huh? Sounds intriguing. Who's throwing it ? ». The brown haired boy flashed you a mischievous smile. « Oh, you know, just some friends from the other campus. But here's the juicy part – I heard that Thomas will be there. »

At the mention of Thomas’ name, your heart sunk a little. Maybe you would finally be able to put a word on your feelings for him, know if it was a small crush or something more serious. Maybe you would understand why you felt jelly and happier than ever around Minho too…

« Thomas? » you echoed, « Are you sure? ». The love god nodded enthusiastically. Going to a party was a simple strategy but it often worked. "Positive! This could be your chance to make a move. » He winked. You rolled your eyes. « Shush. I’m not even sure if I want to be with him anymore. » you whined. « Then it’s the perfect occasion, right ? » He was right. « Alright, you've convinced me, » you finally replied, a determined glint in your eyes. « I'll go to the party with you. ». Minho seemed relieved by your answer and closed the gap between the both of you to quickly kiss your cheeks. That sudden move of affection startled you as you brought a hand to your face. « Good! I will see you later then. » he waved you goodbye and disappeared in the corridor. As he rushed to his class, mixed feelings and a strong sensation of warmth filled his system. 

When he came back home on that day, the deity decided to face his own feelings. The kiss on your cheek ? It felt natural, yet really odd. Never he had done this with a mortal before but he wanted to try again. As he sat there, lost in the midst of his own thoughts, he couldn't shake the strange sensation that had been creeping up on him lately. It was like a whisper in the back of his mind, gentle yet persistent, nudging him to pay attention to something he hadn't noticed — or even felt — before.

At first, he brushed it off as nothing more than a weakness, a fleeting moment of curiosity. But the more he tried to ignore it, the louder it became, until it was impossible to ignore any longer. It was a feeling, unfamiliar yet strangely comforting, like sunbathing on fresh grass. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, couldn't find the words to describe it, but it was there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

Suddenly it hit him, like a bolt of lightning. Could it be...? No, it couldn't. It was absurd, unthinkable, impossible. He was a god of love, he was here to help mortals not to fa… No, no, no. And yet, the more he tried to deny it, the more it seemed to make sense. He was definitely falling for you, for your laughter that echoed like music in his ears, for your smile that lit up even the darkest corners of his heart. It was a realization that sent his mind into a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty.

What did it mean? What was he supposed to do with these newfound feelings ? What was going to happen to you, your fate, his powers ? He felt torn, caught between the familiarity of the past and the uncertainty of the future. Part of him wanted to hold onto what he knew, to the comfort of familiarity, while another part yearned to embrace this new, unknown territory with open arms. But one thing was clear amidst the chaos of his thoughts: he couldn't ignore this feeling any longer. It was a part of him now, a piece of the puzzle that had been missing all along or messing with the stars. And whether it led him down a path of heartache, he knew he had to face it head-on, for better or for worse. He was scared, obviously. However, he would enjoy his final days with you, shoot his arrow and disappear. He would get another mission and drown his feelings, trying to forget about you for the rest of his immortal life…

Days passed by, slipping from his hands, and weekend was already there. He dressed himself up and headed to the party. As he was getting closer of his friend’s house, he felt his heart sinking. When he entered the place, the thumping bass reverberated through the crowded living room as Minho scanned the sea of faces, his heart pounding in his chest with a mix of excitement and gloom. He had promised himself that tonight would be the night he finally bonded you and Thomas for eternity, but now that the moment was upon him, doubt gnawed at his resolve like a persistent itch.

Spotting you across the room, your radiant smile lighting up the dimly lit space, Minho's breath caught in his throat. You looked absolutely stunning, your eyes sparkling with laughter — you seemed a bit tipsy too — as you mingled effortlessly with the other partygoers.

Determined to seize the opportunity before it slipped through his fingers, Minho made his way through the crowd, weaving between bodies. But just as he reached out to tap your shoulder, a voice cut through the din like a knife slicing through butter.

« Hey, Minho! What are you doing over here all by yourself ? »

Minho turned to find Felix grinning at him, a beer in hand and mischief dancing in his eyes. « Felix… What are you doing here ? »

Felix arched an eyebrow, his grin widening into a knowing smirk, except that his eyes felt low-key frightening. Minho had never seen that look on his face before. « Let me guess – you're trying to find Y/N, aren't you ? I hope it’s to do your job. Tomorrow is your last chance if you can’t do it tonight, which would honestly be a shame.»

Minho felt the heat rise to his cheeks, cursing himself for being so transparent. « Yeah, actually. I was hoping to talk to her. »

Felix chuckled, clapping Minho on the back in a gesture of camaraderie. « Talk to her about what exactly ? » he aggressively whispered. « You were right, Minho. The ancient gods noticed your weird behavior and they’re now asking for results. That’s why they sent me here tonight. Also, I hate to break it to you, but it looks like she's already found her right match."

Minho's heart sank like a stone as he followed Felix's gaze across the room, where you were engaged in animated conversation with none other than Thomas. His stomach churned with jealousy and disappointment as he watched you laugh and joke together, your easy proximity like a dagger to his heart.

Desperate to salvage the situation before it spiraled out of control, Minho racked his brain for a way to interrupt. But before he could formulate a plan, fate intervened in the cruelest of ways, as Thomas locked eyes with yours and began to make his way toward you with the inevitability of two stars on a collision course.

With a unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach, Minho realized that his efforts to keep you for himself would be in vain. And as he watched you both draw closer, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he had been fighting a losing battle all along.

But even as the bitter sting of defeat washed over him like a wave crashing against the shore, Minho knew that he couldn't give up hope just yet. For in matters of the heart, anything was possible – even miracles. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, he nearly sprinted in your direction, pushing away the guests and ignoring his brother’s screams. 

With newfound determination burning bright within him, Minho felt prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. If there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that love was worth fighting for – even if it meant risking everything he held dear: his powers, his own life. Because what would happen if things weren’t turning the way they should ? He was going against destiny and it had messed up yours too. And, if he lost his powers, you would probably forgot about him since your friendship had, at first, been built on the illusions he had created.

And as the party raged on around him, Minho took a deep breath and stepped boldly between the two of you, stopping Thomas from achieving his move whether it was a hug or a kiss. The man seemed surprised and offended. « Yo… Do we know each other ? » he asked. « We don’t, but I'm here with her. » Minho held your hand in his, the warmth of his skin against your sending electricity into your veins. You looked at them, glaring at each other as a third guy — blond hair and an angelic face — approached you. Who was he and why it looked like he wanted to punch Minho in the face ? Focusing back on the brown haired boy and Thomas, you said « Minho, it’s fine we were just talking. » He turned his head, frowning, his grip on your hand strengthening. Yet, behind that visible annoyance, you could notice despair and softness in his eyes. « Well, I need to talk to you too. » Before you or Thomas could add a word, he made you follow him across the room. The blond guy was still following you but was struggling to slide between the students. You went upstairs, Minho was trying to find a place where people weren’t making out or throwing up. Eventually, a couple left one of the room, giving you the opportunity to get some privacy. 

The love god closed the door behind you, letting your hand go. « I don’t have much time and I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen after but… I have to try. » 

« What are you talking about ? » you chuckled nervously, your mouth getting dry. « Remember when I told you I’ve never loved anyone before ? » he asked. You nodded, anticipating. He walked closer to you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear in a tender gesture, looking at your face features as if trying to engrave them in his mind. « It took me long enough to admit it but I did… No, I do love someone. » « Oh… » you sounded disappointed, your heart starting to be torn into pieces until you felt your friend’s lips on yours. His hands cupped your face, your eyes widened as his were closing, a single tear threatening to fall anytime. Almost instantly, you drowned onto his touch, your lips moving in perfect sync as your fists were gripping his shirt. Your heart was beating so loudly that it echoed in your eardrum and you felt butterflies getting restless in the pit of your stomach. 

A deep muffled voice could be heard from behind the walls as Minho delicately stepped away from you. As soon as his lips detached from yours, you started to miss them like you would miss oxygen to breathe. « Minho you know about Tho… » « Don’t worry » a tear was rolling down his cheek and he quickly whipped it. « I know you like him… But, I had to try… ». However, you didn’t feel that way about your old crush. You had a little something for him, yes, but the feeling you had for Minho was stronger than anything you had felt before. You loved him. « Minho I lo… » you couldn’t confess fully when the same innocent looking guy you had seen earlier crashed into the room. 

« Minho. I hope you didn’t do anything stupid or… » however his face started to break down. Scared, you looked at Minho who was getting paler second after second. You rushed to support him as his knees felt weaker. He could feel it, his magic leaving his body. He felt so sleepy, the itch getting intense and your and Felix’s voices sounded faint. Felix cursed as he was walking toward you. « Don’t come closer ! » you warned him, not forgetting the way he looked at him before. Not listening to you, he put one of Minho’s arm around his shoulder and helped him laying down. « Wh-what are you doing ? We need to call an ambulance. » you stuttered. Felix bitterly laughed « Your mortals shit wouldn’t help him, now move aside. ». 

Everything was becoming blurry and dark for the brown haired boy. Laid down, he could see Felix’s lips moving hastily, trying to cast a spell, while your hands were holding his left one tightly. « Mor… What ? ». The blond hair guy didn’t answer, his hands moving above Minho. You couldn’t see anything but the deity did. Slowly, a golden arrow was appearing on his brother’s hands, shining brightly.

You were done with this strange guy. With trembling hands, you took your phone and dialed the emergency number. Immediately, someone answered you and asked for the reason of your call.

« My friend is… He is really pale and… he doesn’t speak anymore. I… Yes, he’s breathing. No… » 

Conversation kept going as you described his state, distracted and barely paying attention to Felix who was finally done casting his spell. The arrow weighted heavily on his hands, more than usual. He looked at his brother with uncertainty. The ancient gods gave him the mission to do the necessary to help Minho, no matter what, even if it had to cost him his life. His throat was burning and his hands were holding the arrow so firmly that his knuckles were turning white. With a gain of lucidity, Minho looked at Felix. Who would have thought that his biggest ally would turn out to be his greatest enemy, love itself. Minho knew what would happen if the angel was planting the arrow on his chest. He would die. It was created for mortals only and unique for each of them. Defying destiny was dangerous. Without his power he wouldn’t be able to live, he was doomed by a love curse. 

« Do it. » he whispered, his words so faint he could barely hear them himself. 

Felix looked at him, a frown on his face and teary eyes. The brown haired boy repeated his demand, more loudly this time. His brother closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, holding the arrow still, right above Minho’s heart. « Remember that you did this to yourself. » Felix’s deep voice broke. « I should have noticed your behavior… I’m sorry, brother. ». 

Distracted by the sudden agitation at the corner of your eyes. You noticed that the blond hair guy was holding both his hands above your friend. Confused, you looked at them, not answering on the phone anymore. Suddenly, Felix slammed his fists on his brother’s chest. 

The last things Minho could remember was your scream, you pushing Felix as his tears were falling on Minho’s face like a warm summer rain, his energy swirling in a thundery way around him, and the blinding light of the arrow painfully entering his rib cage. He wasn’t regretting his decision. He hoped his brother wouldn’t blame himself. As he said, Minho had did this to himself and, for as long as he could remember, he had never felt so alive. He was happy that he had been able to meet you, love you, share his feelings with you. It costed him his life, yet, he knew that it wouldn’t have been the same if you weren’t part of it. Fortunately, you would forget everything about this thanks to Felix. It would be like a blurry nightmare, nothing more, even if he secretly hoped a part of you would never forget about him. With some sort of contentment, he drowned into darkness. 

Darkness. Sounds scary at first but felt familiar to Minho. After all, he had been wandering in their meanders for a long time before becoming a god of love. It felt cosy, like a nest. He didn’t have to think about anything, just let himself sail around. However, that peace wouldn’t last eternally. Slowly, a reddish light appeared, troubling his comatose state, pulling him out of this world. 

Bip. Bip. Bip. His eyelids were trembling as he tried to come to his senses. Opening his eyes, he noticed where the sound was coming from. A cardiac monitor was near, perfusions were attached to his wrist. Was he at the hospital ? How was it possible ? And what was that muffled noise ? Scanning his surrounding, he saw him. Felix. His face lighting up as his brother was awaking. He could tell that he was definitely fighting the urge to hold him, scared to hurt him. 

« Minho! I… I can’t believe you did it… » he sputtered. 

The brown haired boy was confused. « W-why am I here ? » he asked with a hoarse voice. Surprised by it, he brought his hand to his throat. Felix’s face lost his brightness as he started to explain what happened. When the ancient gods sent his brother to bring him back to reason, they also knew that, once every thousand years, a love god could fall for someone. In the manuscripts, few were the ones who survived, most of them loosing their powers before they could do anything except one case. The love god realizing the situation they were in, they decided to shoot the arrow toward themselves, the weapon absorbing all the power but not their soul. 

« This is why they told me to do this. They didn’t explain why until I came back… The arrow saved you however… » Felix seemed to hesitate. 

« What ? » Minho breathed out. 

« You’re a mortal now. »

The blond haired man seemed sorry, it was some sort of punishment for going against fate. Minho wasn’t. He had a second chance to meet you. 

« Y/N. How is she ? Does she and Thomas…» he expectantly asked, hope lacing his voice as he tried to sit up properly, in vain, his muscles still weak. Felix softly smiled at his brother. « She’s doing great. And, no, they’re not bonded… ». A sigh of relief escaped Minho’s mouth. « She doesn’t remember me, right ? » he asked, sappy. The angel shook his head. Of course. He had erased her memories with the brown haired boy. Seeing the sadness creeping up Minho’s face, Felix started to rummage into the bag he had across his chest. Finding what he was looking for, he handed them to Minho. 

« Here. Welcome to your new life. » 

Papers. Lee Minho. Twenty five years old. Born in South Korea. He looked at the angel, baffled. Was it real ? 

« Oh! And you’re starting your final year of university this autumn. You better be ready. » Felix added. 

« Excuse me ? » Minho groaned. 

Several months later. 

The crisp morning air was filled with the buzz of anticipation as students hurriedly made their way to their respective classrooms. You rushed through the throng of students, not wanting to be late for your first day. You glanced at your schedule, confirming the room number for your first class of the semester.

As you approached the corridor where your class was to be held, you noticed a figure leaning casually against the wall, engrossed in a book. His rugged charm caught your eye, and you couldn't help but steal a few glances as you neared him. His deep concentration on the book intrigued you. You have never seen him taking this class before. Was he a new student ? 

With a hesitant smile, you cleared your throat softly, catching the attention of the young man. He looked up, his gaze meeting yours, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Hi, sorry to bother you," you began, your voice soft and friendly. « Do you know if this is where the Literature class is supposed to meet? »

The young man's eyes twinkled with amusement as he closed his book, revealing a cover adorned with intricate designs in a language you didn’t know. "Yes, it is. I'm actually headed there myself," he replied, his voice warm and inviting.

Relief washed over you as you returned his smile. "Great, thank you. I'm Y/N, by the way," you introduced yourself, extending your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Minho," he replied, accepting your handshake with a gentle grip.

Your brief introduction was interrupted by the sound of the classroom door opening nearby, signaling the start of the class. You looked at your watch, realizing you were running out of time.

"Well, it looks like we better head in," you said with a nod towards the open door.

Minho agreed, falling into step beside you as you made your way into the classroom together. As you found seats near each other, you couldn't shake the feeling of serendipity that hung in the air. You didn’t know him, yet, you felt a deep connection and a sensation of deja-vu.

As the professor began the lesson, you stole another glance at Minho, captivated by his features and feeling grateful for the unexpected connection fate had brought you that morning.

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Girl is so down bad for Minho and she doesn't even know it yet

THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 3 THIRD TIME’S A CHARM

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“So, what does this mean for our contract?”

“It keeps going,” you answer.

He clicks his tongue, “You’re a fast learner, princess.”

[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.

[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ softdom minho, corruption kink, handjob ], jealousy and slight hints of cheating [ depends on how you view it ]

[ words ]: 6.8K

[ note ]: thank you so much again for the endless support. I still can’t believe it but you guys are seriously the best. It means the world that you like my silly little series so far! Please share your thoughts with me at the end of the chapter by reblogging, commenting or sending an ask/DM! 🩷

The sunbeams hit your skin, waking you up from a night full of beautiful dreams once again. Right. Hyunjin is back. Finally. And you can’t grasp that the first thing he did when he saw you yesterday was to immediately ask you out on a date. It seems as if he’s been waiting for this moment for six months too. You can’t believe it. After all, it feels as if he’s absolutely serious about you, right?

All your wishes will finally come true. You’re gonna be the one on Hyunjin’s side, hopefully his official girlfriend pretty soon. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

So, why do you feel hesitant about it?

A weird feeling is running through your stomach, almost as if you have second guesses about this whole thing. But when you take a shower to get ready for the day, you decide to just blame it on nervousness. It’s been six months since you’ve been waiting for this moment—or if you’re a bit more honest way longer than that—so it’s normal to feel like this, right? At the back of your head there’s another thought tickling you, begging to be let free but you don’t allow it. You are more than sure your confusion is absolutely caused by the seriousness of the situation and not the fact that you came around your enemy’s fingers last evening. For sure.

After you put yourself into fresh clothes and do your hair, you swing your bag over your shoulder and a last glance at the time tells you you are definitely running pretty late again. Fuck. Of course, yesterday you arrived at campus a little earlier but you have already guessed that this enthusiastic energy would only last for one whole day until it vanishes into ashes. You rush to campus, squeezing yourself into the next overcrowded subway vehicle until you reach your station and run to the building where your first lecture is.

You throw your bag on the floor, before you grab your iPad and a half empty water bottle. The professor has already started with his lecture and you’re still here, trying to rearrange your thoughts and calm down your breathing from sprinting to the hall. When you unlock the device in front of you, your heart almost stops beating. Why is that stupid file with the contract of Minho and you still opened? You immediately close it and switch to the one in which you take notes for your classes, not really having a system here so far but you will figure it out.

“Can I sit here?”

Your head snaps towards the source of the voice, finding a woman dressed in an elegant spring dress combined with stilettos and a butterfly claw holding her shiny smooth hair together.

“Yeah! Sure, Areum. Sit down,” you tell her and scoot a little although the space next to you is still completely empty.

“I feel so bad about being late today,” she confesses while placing her study material on the small table in front of her. Everything matches, every item she owns has the same beige shade with golden accents. She starts writing down what the professor is currently talking about, paying full attention to his words.

“Don’t worry about that,” you reassure her, “I wasn’t here on time either. To be honest, I am mostly late to all my appointments.”

She gives you a small smile, “Yeah. I get you. I wanna be here on time like a good student to all my classes, but then again there was so much going on at the animal shelter I helped out this morning that I wasn’t able to leave to arrive here on time.”

Animal shelter? You’re getting more and more convinced that Areum is secretly a Disney princess. You also wonder if this is where Minho and her met each other. After all, you know that he sometimes helps out at one of the shelters in the city too.

Time passes by and soon the lecture ends. You throw all your stuff back into your bag, before Areum and you stand up and leave your aisle. You can’t get over the fact how kind she is. During the whole lecture, she explained things to you which you didn’t understand and even offered to send you her notes. This can’t have something to do with Minho, right? She hasn’t known you up until yesterday and you highly doubt that Minho has ever mentioned more than just your name and perhaps some mean details.

You’re on your way to your next class, remembering you still have to look for a book in the library which makes you enter a state of hurry now.

“Y/N, what I wanted to ask–“

“I’m so sorry but I’m in a rush Areum. Can it perhaps wait?”

She sends you another one of those soft smiles that reaches her big round eyes, “Yes! Of course, I’ll see you in class tomorrow, right? Maybe we can exchange phone numbers? So, I can send you my notes from today’s lecture.”

You hastily nod, reaching for your phone and opening your contact before you tap on the little ‘+’ symbol and it creates a new contact. Areum reaches for the device, her soft hands grazing over your own for less than half a second and she quickly types in her information.

“I sent you a text, so you have my number too,” you let her know and a bit later you say goodbye and cross paths.

You rush to the library, searching for the book you need for the next lesson. Once you arrive at the aisle where it’s supposed to be, you realise the spot is empty. Your hands start hovering over the other books you find there, reading the titles and signatures but finding nothing that might come close.

“Searching for something?”

You turn around, seeing Minho with that exact book inside his hand and you don’t even question why the hell he’s holding it in the first place.

“Hey. Yes, I need this one for my class,” you explain. You take a step forward and reach for the admired object, your fingers getting close to the paper until he pulls away and a mischievous smile finds his face.

“You didn’t text me,” he says with a strict voice, his face immediately turning expressionless again as ever. If he’s angry at you he’s doing a great job at hiding and covering it with his obligatory neutrality.

Your breath hitches when you realise what he’s talking about. You were supposed to tell him that you made it back home safely. Fuck. You’ve always been rather forgetful but this is something you should keep in mind. You wonder now if Minho got worried at the lack of response from your side and for some reason it lets butterflies erupt in your stomach. Get it together. Every half-decent man would be worried if they had to send a woman home at night. This shouldn’t be considered something special.

“You probably forgot because Hyunjin came back last night, hm?” Minho asks, tilting his head.

What? How is he even aware of your crush’s early arrival?

“How do you know?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Felix. He told me.”

Okay, yeah. That makes sense. Still, you suddenly feel so awful about all this. You hate breaking promises. Even if it’s an accident like forgetting to text him. “I’m sorry. He… he spontaneously visited us. Just for a couple of minutes though. I went right to bed. Was tired and all.”

You don’t even know why you’re rambling and justifying yourself. It’s not like you’re a couple. You’re not even friends, after all. There’s nothing to feel bad about, especially not toward Minho. But why do you feel this way then?

“Whatever. It’s fine,” Minho adds, before he hands you the book and leaves.

“You look beautiful,” Hyunjin greets you with a warm hug, pulling you closer and you hope he can’t feel how your heart is beating out of your chest. You let go of him again, giving your crush a soft smile and he leads the way inside the café.

“I’ve wanted to go here for ages,” you confess, while you two step inside. Hyunjin has his hand gently placed on the small of your back as he guides you into the ancient looking building. It’s astonishing here, flowery details filling the huge room up to the ceiling, as the scents of coffee and strawberries enter your nostrils. 

“I heard it opened not that long ago, didn’t it?” You nod, “Yeah. A couple of weeks, I think. But I’ve always been passing by and have seen people post about it on Instagram you know?”

Hyunjin smiles and searches for an employee. The waitress tells him to choose whatever free table you would like and the both of you opt for seats right at the huge rose tinted window. The gentleman he is, your friend pulls your chair back and helps you sit down before he takes his own seat. You start looking through the menu, soon finding something appealing and Hyunjin walks to the front to order.

“Oh—you already paid, wait let me give you–“

“It’s fine, angel,” he says, shushing your hands away from your bag, “I invited you, remember? Let me treat you a little, okay?”

If your week goes on like this you won’t have to spend money on food anymore when men keep paying for you. Not that you mind.

“Thank you.”

He gives you a soft smile. “Now, tell me. What have I missed not being here for six months?”

The waitress brings your order next but this doesn’t hold you back from entering a cycle of rambling. “Oh! Jisung is texting this girl he met online while playing video games. He’s head over heels for her but doesn’t even know her real name or what she looks like.” Hyunjin laughs. It’s not gossiping, after all, that’s all your friend has been talking about these past weeks. And in comparison to Jisung’s dislike for your crush, the hatred isn’t reciprocated. “It’s hilarious and cute in some way although it feels kinda weird to imagine Jisung in a light like that.”

“I get it,” Hyunjin says, “still somehow adorable. Hopefully it works out. And anything new in your life?”

You're unsure if he’s hinting at your love life or just what has happened in general. So, you take the safe route. “Ah, you know. Not much is going on. I had my internship at the end of last year. Was kinda exhausting and taught me what I don’t want to do.”

“Oh, that sucks. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he reassures you and suddenly his hand gets closer. He places the palm on top of yours, softly stroking your skin. God, why is his hand so much bigger than your own?

“Nah, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it. So—you’ve gotta tell me everything about Paris now. I’ve always wanted to go there.”

“It was beautiful. Really. Very busy and all but the architecture of the whole city… Amazing. Also pretentious to some extent but it didn’t surprise me. And dirty and smelly but it’s a big city after all, right? Definitely not like in all those romance movies but still absolutely gorgeous. I enjoyed my time there,” he says. You’ve always thought that Hyunjin fits right there, as if he belongs to Paris and you can’t quite explain why. This is also the reason why you felt like you were in no position to hold him back despite your aching heart. This was a one chance of a lifetime, after all.

“I’m super glad to hear that, Hyune. Seriously. Every picture you posted online or sent to the group chat or me let a smile appear on my face. I’m truly happy you had this opportunity and had such a great time over there!”

His eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, as he gives your hands a soft squeeze with his big one.

“You like the food, Y/N?”

You nod, taking another bite of your cheesecake, “Oh, yes. Absolutely. Such a good idea to go here!”

You watch him put some of his pie on his fork, before he guides the cutlery towards you. “Wanna try?”

A little startled about the fact that he—as it seems—wants to feed you some of his food, you nod and have a taste of the blueberry pie he offers. And it tastes just as amazing as the dish you chose. You put a bit of your strawberry cheesecake on top of your fork and guide it toward Hyunjin, before his plump lips wrap around it and take a bite. He hums a little melody, enjoying the taste of the cake, all while you try to not lose your mind about the fact that you are feeding Hyunjin in public.

“It was a good idea to go here,” he says, his voice dropping lower and a bit more quiet. He’s reaching out for your hand once more, not letting you go as if he is afraid to lose you again despite the fact that he was the one who went to another continent half a year ago. A weird sensation starts spreading through your belly and you are hit with the one question that has been harassing your mind for six weeks.

Why did he decide to confess to you twelve hours before his flight’s departure when he knew you weren’t going to see each other for so long? Of course, Jisung called him toxic without batting an eye. Your crush might like your friend whereas the younger one has always classified Hyunjin as a ‘walking red flag’. In some way he’s right but you don’t want to believe that. You decide to blame it on Hyunjin being a hopeless romantic and just wanting to get this confession off his chest before going on a flight. You never know what could happen in six months while being so far away. Better this way than being plagued by regrets, right?

“Thank you for the invitation again, Hyune,” you add, as your fingers start getting intertwined with his large ones.

“Don’t thank me for that. Actually… I wanted to talk about something,” he says and you watch his lower lip get caught between his teeth. He suddenly looks nervous and for some reason that feeling reaches you too.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, angel,” he lets out. His gaze is fixated on where your hands meet, as he squeezes yours another time, softly caressing your skin in order to gain some confidence. God. It’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna understand.

“What is it?”

But the truth is—your heart is bursting out of your chest once again. It leaves you anxious, the way he’s opened this conversation, you can’t deny that. 

“I am sure you remember our last talk in person. Right before my flight and all.” Oh, no. Don’t open that box again. “Im sorry about the timing, truly sorry. I know this was kinda shitty of me to just drop that information and disappear for six months.”

You give him a smile, “You didn’t disappear, Hyune. We talked on the phone and all during your time in Paris.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t be close to you. Geographically speaking and all. It’s just not the same,” he explains, shaking his head. You take a deep breath in the meantime, just wanting him to spit it out—whatever is on his mind. “What do you wanna say?”

“Well, first of all. I want you to know that I did this because I thought I was running out of time. I’m also quite superstitious. So if something had happened on that flight or in Paris–“

“Nothing happened, Hyune,” you cut him off.

“I know,” he says. “I’m glad about that. But if it had been the case I would have never forgiven myself for not being honest with you, you know?”

“I get it. Seriously,” you reassure him. Because you somehow do get it. Despite the fact that it hurt, that it was stinging your heart with no end during that time. But sometimes love turns us selfish. You’re sure this is what happened to Hyunjin in that moment too.

“Thank you. This is also, second, why I want to be honest with you again this time.”

You gulp. “Okay.” Is he already ending things with you before they started? You’re entering a spiral of angst once more.

“It’s a lot going on right now for me. I’ve become quite a new person over there and have to adjust to life in Seoul again. It’ll take some time for me to get used to everything. All I want to say is that you are still important to me. Nothing has changed about my feelings in the slightest, I promise. But I don’t want to rush things. It’s our last semester of college and I don’t wanna mess things up between us because I went too fast and got hooked up in the stress of everyday life and exams, you know?”

Oh, alright. That’s definitely something you can work with, right? After all, you need your time, too.

“Oh. I get that. Totally. I mean, I’m in my last semester too,” you explain.

“Okay, good. So, you’re okay with us taking things slowly?”

This doesn’t just count for school related stuff but you’re also not one to immediately jump into the dating and relationship life because you have zero experience on that level either.

“Absolutely!”

“You won’t think I’m… boring? Or something like that?”

“You, Hwang Hyunjin, boring? Never,” you chuckle. “We can take all the time you need, Hyune. It’s more than fine.”

“I’m glad about that. A huge weight is dropping off my shoulders, not gonna lie,” he says, placing his free hand right where his heart is.

“You seriously worried about that?”

“Well, I’ve been gone for six months. I’m sure all those guys have been waiting in line for you to date them. But I’m so happy to know I’m still your favourite, Y/N.”

Your chest tightens. First, you haven’t been dating anyone, sure, but you also came twice within the past two nights with the help of your crush’s good friend Minho. Second, does Hyunjin expect you to sit here and wait for him like an obedient housewife? Or is he genuinely happy that you still want to be with him?

Deciding to push those thoughts aside, you just add, “You’ll always be, don’t worry.”

Although you are not so sure about that one.

On your way back home, still very happy about the conversations you had with Hyunjin, there’s a certain topic still on your mind.

You messed up regarding Minho. Yes, it wasn’t visible in his eyes when you saw him in the library this morning but you know that he was mad about the fact you forgot to text. You probably would be too. It’s definitely not because he likes you but anyone would worry in a situation like this. You never know what could happen at night especially when you’re a female presenting person.

You wanna make up for it. That you are sure of. This is why you’ve decided to change into some comfy clothes, get takeout on your way out and visit Minho with food as a surprise. But when you arrive at your shared apartment, it isn’t Felix who is standing in the living room.

“I didn’t know I have a new roommate,” you greet him, before he pulls you into a hug.

“Ah, yeah. Sorry, Y/N. There is an issue at my student’s dorm and Felix said it’s fine that I can stay here,” Jisung explains.

You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

He looks at you confused. “You know?”

Fuck. You forgot that Jisung is very much not aware of the fact that you were at Minho’s last night and therefore heard everything they talked about. Including Jisung getting annoyed about the possibility of his best friend meeting Areum again and a certain cut off sentence of why this isn’t a good idea which you try not to think about. Why is Jisung so against it? What does he know?

“Y-Yeah, Lix told me,” you lie.

“Ah, great. I stayed at Minho’s apartment last night,” yeah, I know, “but his little sister will be visiting him tomorrow and you know that I can’t stand her and that’s also too many people in one studio apartment. I hope it’s okay I’m here.”

“Absolutely,” you say, “I’m just… I’m meeting up with a friend in a bit but you know where to find everything here, right? Do you need anything else?”

Jisung is basically the unofficial third roommate of this household given that he spends time here pretty often. “No worries, I’ve got everything and I’m also meeting up at the studio with my friends later.” He’s been working on some new songs with his little producer group—a trio of three, one of them being Felix’s gym crush Changbin.

“Great, then I’ll see you later,” you add before disappearing inside your room. You change into some more fitting clothes for a chill dinner inside, before you pack some stuff and leave the apartment again. Jisung is currently sitting on the couch, playing some games—perhaps with the girl he’s been texting—and you just wave him goodbye, receiving a bright smile from him.

On your way to Minho’s place, you buy some takeout food and a certain lemonade you’ve seen him drink from time to time, hoping it will hype up his mood. Although you know that this is basically impossible. Minho is never in a good mood except for when he’s teasing you. You arrive at the station near his house a little later, the food in one hand and the beverages in the other. The door downstairs is open, so you head inside and climb up to where his apartment is located.

You don’t know what it is despite your general anxiety but for a quick second you wonder if it was a good idea to go here spontaneously. What if he isn’t at home? What if Minho has someone over? The second thought lets a weird feeling erupt in your heart that you try to ignore.

It’s gonna be okay. Calm down.

You ring the doorbell and half a minute later, someone is opening the door.

Fuck.

Minho is standing there, wearing just a towel around his waist, his firm chest and arms on full display while he’s also showing off his thick thighs. You cling onto the stuff you brought with you. An accident of lemonade glass bottles hitting the floor and making a sticky mess is the last thing you need.

“Look who’s decided to show up,” is all he says as he invites you inside and grabs the stuff in your hands. You silently take off your shoes and jacket, before you toss your bag in some corner of his studio apartment.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you.”

From where you’re standing and Minho being in the kitchen right now, you can barely see how he’s rolling his eyes but judging by the sound of his voice you are convinced that’s exactly what he’s doing. “I told you it’s fine. Just don’t forget it again next time, yeah?”

You nod, before you take a seat at his dining table and a minute later—after he changed into some actual clothes in his bathroom—Minho has the food and the beverages placed on the wooden table.

“That’s my favourite flavour,” he says when he catches a glimpse of the lemonade.

“You mentioned it once,” you reply and you can swear you notice his mouth turning into a small smile.

Munching the food, the conversation changes a little. You tell Minho about one of your classes from today for which you needed the book for since he was wondering why you ended up reading the same one. It turns out that you visit the same lecture every Tuesday before lunch and you don’t know how to feel about that. Then, the talking shifts to something else. You start speaking about your friend group since he tells you that Jisung left because Minho’s younger sister will be here tomorrow morning. And then he picks up the topic you were hoping for him to avoid.

“So… Hyunjin is already back?”

Food almost gets stuck in your throat but you manage to gulp down the bite you take. “Y-Yeah, he arrived yesterday.”

Something in Minho’s expression changes but you can’t quite tell what it means. You want to be honest with him, though. Despite not wanting to end this arrangement the two of you have—both because there’s still so much to learn and Hyunjin and you agreed to take things slowly anyway—you need to be transparent.

“We went on a date this afternoon,” you admit, before you take another sip from the lemonade.

His jaw clenches and for a whole minute the room falls silent. “Just a date?”

“Yeah. Just a date. Nothing serious or physical happened though,” you immediately justify yourself, going into full defense mode.

He nods, drinking more of his beverage too, swallowing the rest of the liquid until the bottle is all empty. You can catch a glimpse of his Adam's apple this way and it makes you stir in your seat. Calm the fuck down.

“No confessing feelings? No kissing and touching?” he asks, tilting his head. His expression is stern, his piercing gaze is pinning you to the wall behind you.

“Nothing of that,” you instantly reply.

“Good.” He smirks. “So, what does this mean for our contract?”

“It keeps going,” you answer.

He clicks his tongue, “You’re a fast learner, princess.”

Minho takes care of the dishes—not taking long thanks to the fact you brought takeout tonight—while he tells you to get comfortable on his couch. You’ve been wondering why he always opts for this piece of furniture when he has a perfectly fine working bed. But you don’t question it. Maybe he’s sensitive about it. He drops down next to you on the sofa, scooting a little closer this time, the respectful space between you shrinking every time the two of you meet here.

You can see it in his eyes, there’s excitement swirling inside them, and you’re kinda glad about the fact that he isn’t mad at you for yesterday and everything. On top of that, you’re grateful about Hyunjin wanting to take things slower because it leaves you more time with Minho and–

Wait, what?

No, we are not going down that road, Y/N. It’s just your hormones messing with you and your pussy clenching a little whenever you think about how you were lying on your back last night on this exact sofa, your legs parted for the man who’s in this room with you right now, while he was roughly thrusting his fingers inside of you, scissoring you open until you were gushing all over him.

“Any wishes for this evening?”

He drags you out of your daydreams and you dearly hope he hasn’t noticed. But heat rushes to your face, your expression probably has turned fully into showing how flustered you get around him. Fuck. He shouldn’t have this effect on you at all.

But you do have an idea for tonight’s lesson or whatever you wanna call it. You’ve realised—especially when reminiscing about the date you went on with Hyunjin—that Minho has almost turned into an expert of making you come, whereas you haven’t even touched him yet. And therefore aren’t prepared at all for any possible encounters with your actual crush.

“I wanna make you come tonight,” you blurt out.

One of Minho’s eyebrows immediately snaps open and so does one side of his mouth, when he lets out, “Oh?”

You’ve expected him to tease you a bit more but what you don’t know yet is that he’s been dreaming about exactly this for some time, no, years now. Not just the fact that you will be taking care of his most primal needs but also the thought of you asking him to do exactly this.

“Y-Yeah, you promised to show me how to pleasure a… a man b-but the other nights so far it was you who… you know,” you explain, turning a bit shy now and this just arouses him even more.

If there wasn’t a blanket laid across his lap, you’d already see the outlines of his covered but hardening cock. God, who is the virgin again? No one has ever managed to make him get this turned on so quickly just with some words. But the simple image of your pretty hand or mouth wrapped around his cock, stroking him until he reaches his high plays evil games with his mind. It’s not just that his corruption kink gains a lot from this, it’s also the sole fact it’s you who’s offering it to make him come. No, who wants to learn how to make him come and Minho is glad to be teaching you.

“Hm, you’re right. Third time’s a charm,” he replies, before he scoots a bit closer. “You wanna take the lead this time, baby?”

Baby. The name shoots a sensation right to your lower stomach, as you feel arousal drip into your panties.

“Yes,” you say with a confident voice all while you’re growing nervous on the inside.

Minho’s fingers seize around your wrist, before he pulls you closer and into his lap in one go. It feels just like two days ago, when he had you straddling him and riding his thigh until you came undone for him. You can see it in his eyes, he’s waiting for you to make the first move, slowly leaning back.

“Come on, princess. Show me what you’ve got,” he whispers. The palms of his hands are attached to your waist, dragging you toward him until his mouth is only an inch separated from your own. You can feel his breath lingering on your skin and you swear you can see his eyes turn ten shades darker.

“Kiss me,” he says and that’s all you need to crash your lips into his.

A tiny whine slips out of you but it gets muffled by Minho. Your mouth against his feels as if this is anatomically meant to be, as if your bodies were put on this planet to find each other but deep down you know it’s because you’ve been kissing him for the third day in a row. Of course it’s just a matter of time until you get used to it and become an expert.

You find yourself grinding on top of him just like last Sunday but this time he pushes his own legs apart and reaches for your hand.

“Do you want this?” Minho asks in between kisses and you hastily nod. “Yes. I do. Please, show me.”

He chuckles against your mouth, before he takes the lead this time when he seals your lips with his own. His tongue slips in, dancing around with yours. One of your favourite things to do with him. It just feels hypnotising. Every touch. Every kiss. Every move he makes puts you in full trance, it’s insane. Insanely mesmerising.

One of your hands lands on his chest, feeling how firm he is despite the shirt that’s covering his upper body. You let it travel further down and you swear you can feel Minho smirk because of how eager you are. Your palm passes his navel, his stomach and wanders even further south until it comes to a halt. He knows it’s just that you’re nervous about doing anything wrong—which is ridiculous, really, Minho knows he’ll like anything you do and he’s here to teach you after all. So, he gives you a little nudge by saying, “Touch me.”

You nod, a giggle spilling from your lips, before your hand lands on his crotch. Feeling him through his gray—yes, you heard it correctly—sweatpants, you try to wrap your hand around him as much as you can, hindered by the fabric that’s covering his growing erection. He already feels big despite being fully clothed and you wonder how he—perhaps at some point—is supposed to fit inside your pussy.

“You wanna go further?” he asks you, before he reaches for a strand of hair that’s dangling in front of your face and tugs it behind your ear. Your heart skips a beat and you curse yourself for becoming so weak this easily.

“Yeah, I do,” you say.

“Then, pull them off,” he replies and his eyes look down at his pants. You get the hint, bringing both your hands to the hem of the clothing and in an instant, you slide them down his thighs. His boxers are still hiding his dick but there’s not a lot left to your imagination when you see his tent. You gulp and he has to hide another one of those smirks. Fuck, you look so adorable. It’s so cute how shy you get and he can’t wait to ruin you at some point, have you bouncing on his cock while his hands are gripping your hips and he’s whispering sinful words right into your ear, all while you struggle not to come again and again.

But this has to wait for now. You’re doing this step by step. No matter how far you want to go tonight, he won’t allow more than a handjob. Both because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you and take your excitement for granted but also because he wants to stretch the time he’s got with you and crave you more by feeding you small bites instead of the full five course meal at once.

“You ready?” he asks and you reply by getting rid of his remaining material, too. When Minho slips out of his boxers, you notice he’s still wearing his shirt. It’s a good thing he’s leaving it on—so that you don’t lose your mind completely—but also a pity you don’t get to see his muscular chest again tonight. However, you’re far too distracted anyway when his big cock springs free, standing upright, the tip leaking precum.

Minho reaches for your hand, guiding it towards his length and you wrap your fingers around it. He places his own on top of them, helping you with the first few motions. Your hand is moving up and down, squeezing him a little but not too much until he applies more pressure with his own hand that’s attached to yours.

“Yeah, baby, like that,” he breathes, slightly throwing his head back. Just in case that there’s gonna be a mess—well there definitely is gonna be one and probably a lot sooner than what he has anticipated—Minho pulls his shirt over his head, freeing himself. There’s something about this scene, how you’re still fully clothed and he’s entirely naked that just keeps him going. Usually, he prefers it the other way around but it seems as if Minho is exploring new sides of himself when he’s with you.

“You can go a bit faster,” he encourages you and you do as you’re told, keeping your eyes on him at any time.

“Fuck, that feels good, princess. Keep going.”

You’ve never realised that you’d love it when a man would be this vocal but Minho’s whimpers and the way he’s begging for more sounds like the sweetest melody to your ears. You soon become an expert at stoking him, squeezing his cock just the right way when your hand goes up and down and up and down again.

Judging by the way his facial expression shifts and his eyebrows are scrunched together, you know it won’t take him long to reach his climax. He’s panting, breathing out your name and praising you with no end. You hope this moment won’t ever stop. If Hyunjin reacts the same way when you’re gonna be intimate with him for the first time, you’re gonna be so proud of yourself.

“Fuck,” Minho groans, “a little more. Shit. You’re such a good girl. Keep going, keep going. Yeah, just like that, just–“

Hot white ropes shoot out of him, coating his stomach and spilling over your hand, while you continue with your movements but automatically slow down a bit. Minho keeps moaning, his mouth parted and his eyes closed, until he comes down again and reaches for your hand, stopping your motions.

“I knew you were a quick learner,” he chuckles, before he tells you to get up and rushes to the bathroom to get a towel.

You have to hold back a mixture of the brightest smile and absolute confusion when Minho leads you to the door of his apartment. However, you feel insanely proud of yourself that you actually made him come. Minho, of all people. That one man who never shows any emotion came undone and moaned right into your ears as if it’s his fucking mantra because you pleasured him this good. Your ego is gonna be at the size of his own soon if this agreement keeps going like that.

“Is this the only jacket you brought with you?” the man in question asks when he sees you put on the piece of clothing.

“Yeah, why?”

He reaches for a sweater on his chair that he gives you. “The temperature has dropped down a lot. It’s only spring, Y/N. It’s still cold once the sun is down, you know?”

You nod and take the piece of cosy fabric before you put it on. He has given you a sweater that he must have worn before considering it smells like him—driving you crazy but you try to ignore it—because Minho is so organised, he probably has fresh clothes inside his closet but you don’t say anything. For some reason, you like it this way. It’s wrong, yes. So fucking wrong. Because you’re in love with Hyunjin and Minho is just here to help you with your little lack of sexual experience. Nothing more. But the atmosphere between the two of you becomes more and more domestic and comfortable.

“Shall we?” he asks, opening the door for you.

You follow behind him and he closes it again. There’s not much talking when he brings you home, the subway staying rather silent except for a few glances between you two that you can’t quite interpret yet. When you arrive at your station, you tell Minho he should go home but he makes sure to bring you to the entrance door of your apartment building. Only when he’s watched you walk inside, he leaves, with his heart heavy as stone.

It’s similar for you—confusion is what describes your current state the best and a little bit of guilt that you shouldn’t have. Hyunjin didn’t tell you to not meet up with anyone else, after all. You’re sure he’s kissed and probably even fucked a bunch of other women when he was in Paris and perhaps even might do the same now that he’s back. You know how he is, after all. During the time when he started dating the last girlfriend he had—over a year ago—he was going to parties and having one night stands with other people too. Just when they started becoming something more serious, he stopped.

But you don’t know where you are on that line when it comes to serious things with Hyunjin. You wish he would have talked more to you about it without you having to tell him, Hey, you know what, I’m still absolutely in love with you but your friend Minho is teaching me how to make men come so I can be a better lover for you once we decide to get closer. Cool, right?

Yeah, still absolutely ridiculous.

You push those thoughts aside, knowing you can’t change anything right now anyway. Entering the apartment, you find Felix and Jisung sprawled out on the couch but they are so occupied in a round of video games that you sneak straight into your bedroom.

When you reach for your phone to charge it after this long day, you notice you must have received a message when you were on the subway with Minho.

[ Areum ]: Hey, Y/N. ☺️ When do you have classes tomorrow? How about we meet on campus for breakfast? I really enjoy talking to you and would love to get to know you better. But no pressure, we can always reschedule if it’s too spontaneous! I hope you had a great rest of your day and ate well. Take care and sweet dreams 🤍

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LMAO poor Jisung

Cameras and Sweatpants

❣ Summary: Photoshoots, the gift that keeps on giving, and you welcomed it with open arms - and mouth. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.5k ❣ Warnings: Smut, degradation/name calling [slut], slight public sex ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: 230526 Chris [pictured], Chan is referred to as Chris and Daddy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Pretty/Dirty Girl, Slut, mention of Jisung, lightly edited, this was written almost a year ago while I was sleep deprived and horny for this specific version of Chris ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“We have 30 minutes,” Chris whispered against the shell of your ear, his hand resting against the small of your back. 

You smirked, pace quickening ever so slightly as you walked past staff members and stylists alike - a glint of mischief shining through your lust fogged eyes. “I’ll be done in 15.”

Attending photoshoots with the boys was a rare occurrence, usually only happening when your oh-so-loving boyfriend figured a ‘little vacation’ was in order - and this was one of those times.

Even if you weren't well versed with Dispatch as a whole, you were more than aware of the speculation of idols’ private lives and, more present, promotional photoshoots and interviews.

Especially promotional photoshoots that had your boyfriend in the most relaxed yet revealing outfit you’d laid your eyes on; from the white, sleeveless shirt showing off well sculpted biceps that never failed to draw attention, to the baby blue sweatpants tied securely around his hips with holes that gave peeks into what you had the pleasure of seeing daily.

All of this, paired with the borderline bedroom eyes he was giving the camera, culminated into you tugging him off the couch the minute the director gave the call for a break to set up for the next room.

The second the changing room’s door shut and the lock clicked into place, you wasted no time in sinking to your knees in front of him - hardwood floors be damned. Your mouth watered at the prominent bulge beginning to tent the blue fabric; running your hand along the outline and earning a stifled grunt in return. 

“Baby, I’d rather not stain these pants,” Chris gritted out, trying to keep his anticipation at bay as you continued palming him, “we still have the second half to shoot.” 

You opened your mouth for a rebuttal, a tease of some sort, but the looming reminder of how much time you had made it close just as fast. 

Heeding his request, your hands slid up to the waistband of his sweats before tugging them past the swell of his ass and down the expanse of his thighs, just enough to expose his boxer-briefs.

“If we were home, this would be so much easier.” Your lips pulled into a playful pout, fingertips dipping past the branded waistband before pulling them down to meet the same fate as his sweats. “I wouldn’t have to worry about this many layers.”

He scoffed, leaning his back against the cool wooden door, “If you were patient you wouldn’t have this problem, now would you?” Cocking his head to the side, he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, “But you’re just so needy for my dick, aren’t you, baby?”

A fresh heat washed over you from his words and you had to physically fight back the whine bubbling in the back of your throat - if he was already talking like this, then you knew you weren't the only needy one here.

Spitting into your hand, you wrapped it around his length and gave a few experimental pumps, relishing in the sharp hiss of air he took above you with each pass of your fist, before leaning forward to lick a line from the base of his dick to the tip.

His lips parted with a breathless, “Fuck…”, his head falling back against the door with a low thud as he watched you with lidded eyes.

You looked up at him, the smallest hints of a smirk on your lips before parting them to take the head into your mouth, lapping languidly at the bitter-sweet precum leaking from the slit. A soft moan hummed from your throat as you sunk further, eagerly welcoming the familiar weight of him on your tongue.

 It was always an effort to take him down your throat, long as he was thick, but you continued pressing on - eyelids fluttering shut as you focused on breathing and fighting your gag reflex.

“S-Shit, baby,” Chris gasped, his hand resting on the top of your head, “can’t- ah, can’t go two hours without having your mouth stuffed, yeah?”

Your left hand gripped his thigh, either as a muted response or moral support when you finally, finally, pressed your nose against the finely trimmed patch of pubes that decorated his pelvis. Swallowing around him, earning a delicious whimper that made your pussy flutter, you tapped his thigh twice with a soft hum.

He tensed, his brain short circuiting while his heart skipped a beat so hard he felt it in his throat, “Really? Y-You don’t- fuck, you really want me to…?”

Another two taps against his thigh, and you looked up at him as best as you could from your knelt position, feeling spit start to overflow past the corners of your lips.

“Fuck- You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

His hand shifted to the back of your head, locking you in place as he drew his hips back, a shiver running down his spine until half of his cock remained in your mouth before thrusting forward, sending himself down your throat once again.

You squeezed your eyes shut, one hand holding onto his half while the other balled into a fist on your thigh, helping you focus on keeping your gags at bay with practiced breaths.

Chris kept a few more slow, manageable thrusts before turning up the pace; his cock leaving your mouth a little more each time before sliding its way back into your throat, ragged pants tumbling from his lips as he fucked your mouth.

It was dizzying, the way your muscles constricted around his girth while your plump lips were slicked with bubbling saliva - it wasn’t anywhere close to how your cunt felt, but it was still bringing him to his end just the same. It also didn’t help that soft moans were interspersed between your muted gags; the thought of you getting off on him using your mouth like a fleshlight making his grip tighten and his balls swell.

“T-Taking me so well,” he gritted, breaking out into a small sweat, “so needy for me you can’t even suck me off by yourself - need me to help you, huh? Need me to- fuck- to use this throat of yours like the slut you are.”

Your nails dug into his calf and he chuckled, a short, husky sound that had your pussy clenching around nothing, your panties sticking like a self-imposed punishment.

“My little slut, yeah? All mine?” Sucking in a sharp breath, his hips stuttered, “A-All mine to use - daddy’s pretty, dirty girl.”

Blinking away the tears blurring your vision, you angled your head up just enough to gaze at him through your eyelashes, and the sight you were met with had you rocking your hips in the open air - desperation taking over your rational thoughts in hopes of an odd rotation to get something to grind against your aching cunt.

Pupils blown, the ends of his hair sticking to his forehead,the glow of sweat shining down the curve of his neck, pretty pink lips parted and shimmering from the gloss the makeup artists coated them in, and brows furrowed with a focus you’d seen time and time again - he looked delectable.

“S-Shit- I’m close, baby,” panting, Chris looked down at you with worry flashing in his eyes, “Wh- Mm- Where do you want it?”

Answering his question as best you could, you squeezed his calf once before pressing your tongue to the underside of his dick, running it against a vein that never failed to make his head spin.

The grip on your head tightened as he nodded frantically, “Y-Yeah, yeah, okay - t-take it all, princess, swallow every drop j-just f’me, yeah?” A shiver ran down his spine as his rhythm began to falter, breathless whimpers falling from his lips, “‘M coming- oh fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna come-”

His dick twitched, throbbing against your tongue, and with a handful of thrusts the tip pressed against the soft flesh of the back of your throat before a rush of cum filled your mouth.

Your throat tightened with each swallow you took, gag reflex working double time with the lack of air reaching your lungs until the last of his release settled onto your tongue.

As his hold on you relaxed, you slowly pulled yourself off of his length with a lewd slurp, taking whatever final remnants remained before swallowing - almost choking on the deep breath that immediately followed suit as your lungs gratefully welcomed the unhindered rush of air.

“I’m-” Chris huffed out a breath, fully leaning against the door to save him from falling to his knees, “I’m sorry, baby, are you okay? Did I go too hard?”

“Honestly?” Clearing the rasp from your voice, you laughed lightly, “If I passed out, it would’ve been worth it.”

“Oh my god, you absolute menace!”

Eyes narrowing with mirth, you smirked, “Menace? I thought I was daddy’s little slut?”

The blush tinting his ears and neck deepened, but before he could respond a series of knocks rapped against the door, followed by Jisung’s sheepish voice.

“Uh, if you guys are done in there, can I grab my phone?”

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Sweet Thing {s.c.}

9 “ That feels good…” 14 “Spread your legs, sweet thing.” 33 “Please, just let me come!"

Changbin x afab!reader | trope: strangers to lovers, regular hookup turns serious | smut | wordcount: 1.8k

Synopsis: You know nothing about the hot guy you've been hooking up with for months. You're not even sure about his name. Obviously, you need to change that. In the middle of sex is probably not the right time, but so what?!

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Smut Tags: Porn with Plot | Explicit Sexual Content | Making Out | Hook-up in Bathroom | Bathroom Sex | Fingering (reader rec.) | Oral (reader rec.) | Edging | Overstimulation | Teasing | Some Dirty Talk | Slight Praise Kink | Dom/Sub Undertones (Dom!Changbin) | Mirror Sex

Note: Well, I don't know what to say for myself. The prompt event happened in March/April 2022. And here I am, 2 years later. Some requested prompts are still in my inbox, and I do think I will write something for each eventually. For now, please enjoy this one :) Also, thanks @jl-micasea-fics for letting me use your prompts. I know it's been two years, but still, credit where its due ;)

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“Spread your legs, sweet thing.”

Against every fibre in your body, you disobey and further the distance to the unbelievably attractive man instead. Much to his dismay.

“Hey,” he tilts your gaze towards himself by the touch of your jaw. A sweet gesture, seeing you were heavily making out seconds before. “What’s going on?”

Hidden away in the small bathroom of your favourite bar, you find yourself perched on the counter. Most definitely the product of the alcohol intoxicating your system.

“Sorry—” you excuse yourself, wiping your hands down the sides of face. “I’m good. Let’s keep going.”

Expecting him to continue where you had left of, you’re surprised to find him leaning against the wall. “Not until you tell me what’s going on in that stunning head of yours.”

A light blush spreads over your cheeks towards your ears and your lip wanders between your teeth. Because the reason for your distraction is so stupid.

“It’s just, we’ve been doing this for a while.” Hooking up at this very bar every weekend for the past few months. For the life of you, you can’t remember how it even started. Possibly with a conversation and his hand on your thigh. Probably with a few shots while celebrating your birthday. “And I don’t know anything about you.”

“Which hasn’t been a problem until now. So, where’s this coming from?”

The first few times were fun. Hooking up in the bathroom, words limited to the absolute necessary. If anything, it made it even hotter. Being with a stranger whose name you hardly remember. But then the comments started. You don’t know which of your friend was the first to say something. It might have been Seungmin, questioning how you could keep hooking up weekly without knowing the first thing about him.

And now you can’t shake the comment out of you if you try. The voice is a constant tenant of your metaphorical head-apartment. Living rent-free.

“My friends. They’ve been asking questions about you. None of which I can answer.” Which is stupid, because it shouldn’t matter. What matters is the incredibly handsome and muscular guy in front of you. Changbin— you think.

You’re surprised when he doesn’t laugh at or dismiss their concern. “Okay, then. Let’s do it.”

Cocking an eyebrow, you look down at his hands as they begin travelling up your thighs again. Leaving goosebumps as they burn into your skin.

“Do what?”

“Get to know each other. Might as well play 21 questions while we’re at it.”

His lips brush against your jaw before he urges them against your neck. Checking the quickening of your pulse as he licks at the veins.

“Come on. Hit me.”

But you can’t think. His touches are a true distraction, moans tumbling out of your mouth as you finally spread your legs for him. He slots between them, fitting like the last piece of a puzzle.

“You do know how 21 questions works, right?”

His hands grope at your flesh, pulling you closer until you can feel him against your most sensitive part. Why’d you have to speak up? He could have been inside you by now, but you had to open your stupid mouth.

“Yeah— Just— Can’t think.”

“Fine,” he gives in, pulling at your lip as he kisses you. You’re so hot, you wonder whether you’re nursing a fever. “I’ll tell you three things about me, then. Speed things up. ‘S that alright?”

“Please.” You’re begging now, nails digging into the skin of his bulky arms as he’s dragging his clothed crotch against you. “Feels so good.”

“First one.” Changbin pulls your top up over your breasts, freeing your bra. His thick fingers brush against your nipples, forcing a shudder through your body. “I go to the gym five times a week.”

“Obvious—ngh,” you agree turns into a throaty moan as he nibbles at your left breast. Your panties soaked already as you mumble into the night. “Deeper.”

“I’m not even inside you yet.” His chuckle vibrates through your torso. Then he grazes his teeth against your second nipple, and you might as well have lost your head.

“No. Tell me— fuck— tell something deeper. Something not— not everyone knows.”

You’re entering heaven when his hand wanders down your side and towards the hem of your skirt. It wiggles below the fabric, setting flames to your loins. You’re burning from the inside out as this stranger handles your body like he created it himself. Knows how to make you go absolutely insane. And that’s with his clothes still on.

“I call my mom every day.” That definitely fits the category of deep talk. Although, the thought of Changbin’s mother doesn’t exactly fit the moment. “Number three, I’d like to take you out one of these days.”

When the tip of his thumb reaches for your clit, you see the realisation hit his features in real time. You’ve ruined your panties and he can feel it. He has ruined you, and he can see it. From your rolled-back eyes to your tossed-back head. You’re in absolute ecstasy.

Changbin thumbs at your nub, drawing circles with your own wetness. Smirking with pride like a lunatic.

“Your turn, sweet thing. Three things about you, then you get to come.”

No words describe the hatred you feel for yourself when you realise he’s serious. The trajectory of earning your orgasm is as much arousing as it is frustrating. If only you hadn’t said a thing.

“I’m—” You tumble forward as his middle finger enters you. And him? He cocks his head at you, playing confused.

“Sorry? I don’t understand you. Can you speak up?”

Asshole.

“Music,” you mumble, breathless. “I like music. Listening. Making.”

“That’s one. You’re doing so good for me.” A kiss swallows the whine as he enters another finger. Your walls are clenching around him as his thumb practically attacks your clit. It feels so good, but it’s not enough and Changbin knows. “I tell you what. Give me a second, and I’ll give you a third. Sound good?”

You nod, frantic, needing—nay, craving—another one of his fingers.

“I’m good— good at— oh, God.” Hands are clawing at his shirt, the black and red fabric almost ripping from the strength he ignites in you. Your stomach is tensing tight, and he slows down. It’s an alarming promise, Changbin threatening to leave you high and dry if you don’t give him another one. A second fact about yourself. “Maths. I’m good at maths.”

You’re all but howling when he enters a third finger and curls them up against your spot. That’s when you loose the rest of control over your body. None of your movements are under your own command anymore, Changbin’s the sole reason you’re even still sitting upright.

“That’s two. I thought you were good at maths. You’re one short of earning my mouth, sweet thing.”

The promise alone almost makes you fall of the edge. His mouth on you. Coaxing you to your sweet, sweet release. It’s not far, but Changbin is the only one who can make you reach it. You don’t doubt he’ll leave you on the edge if you don’t give him a third fact.

It’s unfortunate that you can’t form coherent sentences anymore. Let alone think of a third fact about yourself. Absolutely pathetic.

“Please—” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stare up at him, begging, pleading. “Please, just let me come.”

“Nuh-uh,” he teases with a smirk. A soft kiss hits your nose, then your lips. “That’s not a fact, sweet thing. Don’t you want to come on my tongue?”

Again, the thought alone has you clenching on his fingers. You’re so full, so close, and yet, can’t think of anything.

Maybe if you copy one of his facts, he won’t notice, right? But what was it he said? Oh, right. Gym, mom, date. But, you don’t go to the gym and you don’t talk to your mom daily.

“So, what is it?”

“Date!” you blurt out and he looks confused. “Take me out.” But that’s a prompt, not a fact, so you correct even further, teetering on the edge of heaven and hell. “I’d like it, I mean.”

Changbin debates for a second whether your words count as a fact. You can tell he wants to tease you some more, relishes in it. Thank God, he decides against it.

A sigh of relief escapes you when he finally leans down, pushes your skirt up and connects his lips to yours. And that’s all it takes.

One second his tongue prods against your clit, the next you’re coming on it.

And come, you do. You’re sure you’re squirting all over his face as he swallows up every bit of your release. Cleans you with his mouth until you’re glistening in spit and overstimulation. It doesn’t seem he wants to leave the space between your thighs and you have to drag him away when it becomes too much.

“Sweet, sweet thing,” he teases with a smile when he comes up, licking his lips. His hair is a mess, likely from your hands tugging at the strands and he looks like sex-on-legs. Cheeks dark pink, lips just as, and eyes blurry from arousal. He’s so, so hot, and you’re heating up again already as he’s kissing your lips with pure passion. “So, about that date…”

“Name a place and a time. I’ll be there.”

He chuckles, pulling you from the counter and turning you around. You will never tire from him, treating you like a doll. Bending and breaking you as he pleases. Those damn muscles flex as his arms wrap around your body and he pushes you up against the sink.

“We’ll get there. In fact…” he pulls your skirt over your asscheeks, giving them a delicious squeeze as he hums. Next thing you know, he frees his cock, reaching into his jeans to pull out a condom. And you wonder how Changbin is still so hot while wrapping himself in the latex. “How about you come three more times.”

You gulp at the thought, finding him in the mirror.

“One for a time and one for a place.”

That’s only two. You’re good at maths, or at least you think you are. Changbin might have fucked that brain right out of you.

“And the last one— one— fuck, you’re tight,” he praises as he enters you from behind.

Once he bottoms out, he collects himself, flicking your nipples as he watches you through the glass. And yet again, you’re a chaotic mess in his hands. With your head thrown back against his chest, you’re sent straight back to your own personal nirvana.

That’s when Changbin finishes his prior statement, a proud smirk glued to his face. “The last one’s simply for good measure.”

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