(220725) Feat. Han (+ Changbin)

(220725) 리노리방 😺 feat. han (+ changbin)

hobi saying that having jimin there supporting him meant the absolute world ♡🥺😭(trans. cr. @taee)

WIP Challenge

Rules: “post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!”

Not you draggin me into this craziness, @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue, regardless this turned out hilarious. I'm clearly living in Deluluville because I swore I only had a handful... for this game these are my active WIPS!

In no particular order (cause I love chaos)

FLOORED

AMNESIA

ANSWERS PT.2

WE ARE LIARS

FALLEN STAR

MEET CUTE BRIDGE INSOMNIA

EUCALYPTUS PT.2

TO BREATHE AGAIN

IN TOO DEEP

CM INSPIRED

FLEETING TEMPEST

THE PRICE WE PAY BONUS

LATIBULE

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR I AM UP TO NO GOOD

WIT BEYOND MEASURE IS A MANS GREATEST TREASURE

BUT YOU KNOW, HAPPINESS CAN BE FOUND EVEN IN THE DARKEST OF TIMES, IF OEN ONLY REMEMBERS TO TURN ON THE LIGHT

THINGS WE LOSE HAVE A WAY OF COMING BACK TO US IN THE END, IF NOT ALWAYS IN THE WAY WE EXPECT

I MEAN ITS SORT OF EXCITING ISN'T IT, BREAKING THE RULES?

NUMBING THE OAIN FOR A WHILE WILL MAKE IT WORSE WHEN YOU FINALLY FEEL IT

UNTIL THE VERY END

CROWN

ENDLESS MEMORIES

TREASURE PT. 3

@girlinthemikrokosmos @alpacaparkaseok @ppersonna @jjungkookislife @untaemedqueen @ladyartemesia @kimnjss @personasintro

I tagged everyone who came to mind in the moment. There might have been more, but sleep deprived brains are mush.

As so many of you love this one, I felt compelled to write one for each member 💜 so keep an eye out for fluffy drabbles!

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Warnings: Swearing, heavy thirsting,, stupidity at its finest.

Pairing: LeeMinho!College student x Femalereader!College student

Premise: Your best friend comes up with the dumbest plan you've ever heard of. The plan consisting of having all your friends believing you are dating, all because they accidentally found out you live together. How is this supposed to prove anything? The man of your dreams will just have to stay that, in your dreams.

Authors notes: Hi...... Please please please let me know what you think! I never meant to start writing for SKZ this idea felt so right being for them that I couldn't bring it back. Plus with their comeback and the fact that I am dying to go to their concert. Lord have mercy on Ticketmaster.

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“Did you-” Chan breaks the silence, peering up from his laptop at the dining table in his apartment.

“No. Absolutely not.” You try to derail your best friend, not looking up at him at all. Focusing on the book in front of you. You know where this is going already, just by the look you can feel he’s giving you.

He knows you too well at this point. He waits for you to stop chewing on your lip before asking his question. “Did you or did you not sneak taking pictures of Lee today?”

Silence…

“No…..?”

You cringe inwardly, definitely not lying well.

“Felix told me he saw you” He scoffs at your terrible lying. Lying was easy when it was anyone other than Chan. It was almost second nature to you.

“Then why did you even ask me?!” You groan, falling back onto his couch. The book falls out of your hands with a thud, landing on the hardwood floor.

“Why are you stalking him?” You can hear his low chuckle from across the room. You fling yourself over to the side of the couch to look at him.

“I’m not! I’m just taking shots of him without him knowing so I can secretly drool over them later!” You try to plead your case. “Don’t look at me like that, shut up! Let me live in delulu.”

“You can’t be going around taking pictures of him, you freak.”

“OK, I’ll stoooop.” You whine. Ignoring his rude pet name, laying back to stare at his ceiling. “I don’t need to anyways.”

“You have hyunjin sending you pics from their practices don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“GAH! Why are you like this?” Grabbing a pillow you attempt to suffocate yourself into the fabric.

“ME? You’re such a weirdo.” He’s enjoying this too much. “Just talk to him”

“Um no.. have you seen him? Absolutely not. Brain is mush. And I will not embarrass myself more than I already do, thank you very much.”

“You are always over at his place anyways. How do you manage to go there and not talk to him?” He inquires as you toss the pillow back to the couch and stand up. Turning to face him you can’t help but shrug.

“Easy. He doesn’t pay me any attention. Besides I’m hanging out with the others and their place is the biggest next to yours but SOMEONE won’t let anyone in.” You remind him.

Chan had the biggest apartment out of the friend group, but for some unknown reason he wouldn’t let anyone over. No one other than you even knew which apartment building was his. Well you could understand why. It was a nice apartment, in a nicer, expensive building. Having all of you over at once was asking for disaster.

Having a game night at Changbins place proved right, when somehow the microwave caught on fire but no one could remember putting anything in there. The remains of the fire gave no clues either to what was actually in there. Changbin moved apartments shortly after that. Still they hadn’t been able to figure out who or what was the cause.

Chan was clearly trying to save his place. You weren’t much better, only a few people had been to yours so in hindsight it did make sense.

“Maybe one day, if they can all promise not to set anything alight.” He chuckles before mumbling under his breath as you leave the room. “Doesn’t pay attention huh? We’ll see about that.”

----

“The love of my life knows I’m living with you, and all of our friends think we’re dating. This is the worst day of my life.” You cry out from the kitchen floor.

Staying at Chans wasn’t really an issue in itself. You had been friends since you were kids, you left to carry on middle school and highschool abroad before he moved to Korea for college. In a blind leap of faith you applied for the same college, and fate decided you two were destined to reunite. You had continued talking the whole time you were apart. You made sure to make time for each other, no matter how hectic life became whether it be facetime or calls or just a quick message. It was constant. It was a constant you needed in your life, one that made you believe you could trust him completely.

Joining his friend group was easier than you thought. They were already a melting pot of different personalities, but all choosing music in some way shape or form as either a minor or major. They just made sense together, so you slipped right into what seemed like an open space they had left vacant for you.

One friend however made things a little more difficult for you. It’s not like he was mean or rude or anything, he just didn’t seem to have much interest in you. Simple conversations, simple answers mostly consisting of shrugs. Unfortunately, the beautiful man that caught your attention upon first meeting clearly didn’t show any signs of wanting to get to know you. But he never seemed like he was annoyed or angry at your presence, so you took that as a win. What you didn’t take as a win but a MASSIVE loss is you falling more and more in love with him.

First his looks caught your eye, then his voice had your ears peaking in interest. And then you had the misfortune of watching him dance and you felt yourself clinging onto the cliff's edge of a love pit. Telling yourself he was only good-looking, nothing else. He must be a terrible person, and must treat his mother badly. Just trying to convince yourself that he was heavily flawed somehow.

You were proven wrong very quickly. Overhearing a phone conversation he was having with his mother and grandmother shut that thought up quickly. And when you heard him ask about his cats back home you all but swooned on the spot. All of your friends were dog people, but you were scared of dogs. You had cats of your own back home, hearing his love for his cats and seeing them plastered everywhere on his phone case you still held onto the notion that he was hopefully a cold uncaring person.

Only yet to be proven wrong. You couldn’t help yourself from watching him. Watching his interactions with the people around him. See how much he took care of his close friends, asking for no thanks in return but silently willing to help any of them out with any problem.

That’s when you knew you were doomed.

And now, because of renos happening in your apartment building you had reluctantly moved into Chan's guest bedroom. The issue was that upon a misunderstanding and accidental cohabitation reveal, a couple of them had realized that you and Chan had hidden the fact that you were staying together. And before Chan could clear anything up, the haste of their departure and apology for being nosey into your lives, congratulations and whines of being kept in the dark left everything muddy.

So that’s where it left you after Chan came home and explained what happened to you, on the floor, mopping.

“No. No, this is perfect!” Chan claps his hands excitedly, sitting down next to you.

“You and I have very different ideas of ‘perfect.’” Complete exasperation forces your voice out. “not only does he ignore me most of the time, but now I have even less of a chance because he thinks I’m taken.”

“Would you shut it a second and let me explain.” He huffs at you.

“Sorry I can’t hear you over my heartbreak” You dramatically cry.

“Well, turn it down and listen because I have a plan.” Sliding to lay down next to you on the cold tiles.

“A plan for what?” You crane your neck to look over at him.

“To prove to your blind ass that he does feel the same way.” He gives you a little shove, your body slightly lolling as you ragdoll.

“Have you been drinking today?” Your suspicion grows. He was out with Felix and Hyunjin this evening, chances are he was.

“…yes but that’s not the point.” Chan scoffs. “If he really thinks you and I are together now, there’s no way he won’t be jealous.”

“Elaboration please.” You are still confused, how could this possibly prove anything.

“Making me do all the work here.” His warm voice mumbles through the cold air. “Think about it. It’s not like we have to act any differently than we normally do. We are affectionate and close anyways. They don’t know that you’re in my guest room, if they ask we just keep things ambiguous. We don’t have to lie, but not give them the whole truth. Let’s let them assume it on their own. If he does truly have feelings for you, like I know he does, then he’ll show it. He may not talk about this kind of thing but his actions speak a lot louder than anything.”

“I see where this is going. And it sounds terrible.”

“Cmon what have you got to lose?” He had a point, but you were too stubborn to agree already.

“My reputation for people thinking I’m dating you.”

“Ok, ouch and here I am just trying to help.” His hand clutches his chest dramatically in pain. “Seriously, it’s a good plan. I’ll prove I’m right once and for all.”

You don’t need to mull it over. It does make sense what he’s saying, but the fear of you being right instead of him is what makes you hesitant. You let out a deep sigh.

“Fiiine.”

----

A few weeks after Chan's self-titled ‘Compromising Lee’ mission discussion, he had reluctantly agreed to let the boys come over for dinner. Much to their persistence and whining, only if they agreed to be on their best behaviors. Unbeknownst to you but very obviously to Chan Seungmins now interest was a clear sign of Minho wanting to get closer to find out if you were really dating.

Or at least that's what Chan tried to convince you of. Seungmin never voiced a desire to see his friend's place, he rarely cared about these things. But your best friend was overly excited about it, chirping on about how he was going to ‘show you Channie is always right’, to which you had scoffed and feigned a gag.

So now it came to this. Chan leading a tour through his large two bedroom upscale, top floor apartment, with everyone in tow. Except for you, you had been charged with starting to cook dinner. In hindsight, you don’t remember how you specifically got roped into this.

“What’s in this room?” Felix’s voice echoed from the hallway towards the bedrooms.

“Ah it was an empty guest room, but right now all of Y/n's stuff is in there.” Chan chimed happily bounding his way back to you on the completion of the tour.

You had just finished preparing all of the meat and vegetables when they shuffled back to the open kitchen and living room. Some moved to check out the entertainment system, some to aimlessly look through Chan's things scattered about the room.

“How much stuff did you bring?” Hyunjin snarked as he sat down on an island stool.

“I did have my own place before I moved in here.” You match his sass, eyebrow raising to him in mirth. “What did you want me to do, leave all my furniture behind? I just shoved it all in there for now.”

“Makes sense.” Felix nods in understanding, joining Hyunjin. As they start conversing, your eyes drift over to Chan, the excitement is written all over his face as his hands wildly animating whatever he’s talking about to IN and Jisung. In your peripherals you can finally take in Minho sitting on the couch with Seungmin discussing something you can’t hear, his face as beautifully stoic as ever. Bare faced, hair slightly messy, black pants and his favourite grey baggy hoodie. Your favourite hoodie. One that if you could you had any chance to, you would steal and wear 24/7. How cozy would you be surrounded by his scent? His warmth?

Your mind begins to wander dangerously away to your fairytale land, eyes drifting to stare down at the raw cut vegetables in front of you. However, you are quickly shocked out of it when you feel someone lean into you from behind. Chans giggle gives him away instantly.

“Seung, do you think you could help me sometime this week with a vocal project I’m working on?” The chest rumbles behind you as the arms caging you snuck out and stole a piece off the cutting board to munch behind you. “Actually Lee it would be great if I could get your help too.”

“Sure Chan, whatever you need.” He states quickly, the tone in his voice made a weird feeling crawl up your skin. You look up just in time to see Minho look away abruptly to turn to his phone.

Only offering a grunt in response. Weird. Something about Seungmin’s voice made you feel uneasy, you peer back to look at the man still clinging to you. The only thing you get from him is a shrug and a slight smirk. Clearly you had missed something, something he very much will taunt you about later.

----

“What do you think?” Han whispers, joining the mins on the couch.

“Well she definitely lives here. No doubt about that.” Seungmin flatly declares.

Minho doesn’t try to hide his annoyed eye roll. He can see you and Chan in the kitchen, flirting back and forth like normal, your normal friendly flirty banter. He’s starting to regret coming here, the signs of you cohabitating causing tension to ride in his body.

Chan continues to glue himself to you as you continuously brush him off to keep cooking. He had been stunned momentarily when you answered the door, your long hair in soft natural curls falling down your back, cute bunny slippers on your feet, and mint green fuzzy lounge set making you look like the most amazing thing to cuddle when falling asleep. But like the pro he has become around you he managed to stonewall himself, into indifference.

“She knows where everything is and she hasn’t asked him once if she can use anything.” Seungmin elaborates swiftly, noticing the look on Minho's face.

“Right and all of her stuff is mixed in with Chans. Instead of segregated spaces.” Han nods.

“It doesn’t confirm that they are actually dating though. Neither of them have said that they are.” Seungmin looks to a tense jawed Minho. “I told you, you needed to make a move before someone else did.”

“I know. I just-” Minho trails off. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you how he felt, it was just that he felt like he couldn’t. You were so independent, so opinionated, unafraid to be you, and he… well he was possessive, clingy and unintentionally stiff. He liked your spunk. It was so you. So What was he supposed to do? Try to chain you to his side because he’d want to be with you 24/7, wanting to feel you against him in any way he could, hear your voice telling him all the sweet things he imagined?

Besides, the chances of you actually returning his feelings were zero to none.

More so now, with Chan being an uncalculated option.

“I know you know, but now I have to live with a very moody…you.” Seungmin groans outwardly, reclining back on the couch.

He sends a not so subtle glare in Seungmin’s direction as the man leans back. As he does he catches your eye, upon making eye contact the glare falls from his face and his eyes widen slightly. His breath hitches and catches in his throat, you give him a soft shy smile before turning back to Felix. His whole body feels stuck, his mind reels. He can’t forget that smile, the smile that reached your eyes. The smile directed at him.

That smile was for him and him alone.

He blinks rapidly back to his two friends sharing the same confused look. He forces his body to remember to breathe again. He avoids your eyes for the rest of the night, afraid of the never settling butterflies threatening to erupt out of his stomach.

----

“Bin, is it alright if y/n swings by to grab something from me?” Chan breaks the concentration in the room.

“Yea, fine by me.” Changbin nods absentmindedly before looking up to the older. “What’s she up to tonight? Felix wanted to hang but she said she had plans.”

“She’s going out with the girls tonight, I think she mentioned something about the Insomnia club? I don’t know.” He shrugs, keeping an unconcerned aura about him, before excitedly sending you a final text. ‘Changbin says you can come by’

Minho starts to lose interest in the words in front of him. The project being slowly forgotten by the thought of getting to see you tonight. But his mind recalls a very significant detail about Insomnia, thankfully he doesn’t need to say anything as Changbin voices his unheard uneasiness

“The one with the handsy bartender? Damn, ballsy.”

Thank god for Changbin. Minho continues to stare at the papers in front of him, trying to really force a mask of indifference. His body reacting slightly to the conversation betraying his discomfort to the one person set on exploiting it. So, if it’s an indifference battle, Chan is set on winning.

“I guess” And like that, he watches Minho hand tighten around the pen he’s holding, sitting up a little straighter before slumping completely over his textbook and pretending to completely immerse himself in it.

“*whistles* Shit yn, looking good” Changbin calls out to you as you let yourself into his apartment.

“Nice to see you too Bin” You wink as you walk over to the table, resting against the end before looking at your best friend.“Chan can I have my portable charger please?”

He blinks at you momentarily before remembering his own plan.“Yea it’s in my backpack give me a second.”

Shifting weight from one leg to another, slight heels extenuating your leg muscles. Dress length to mid thigh, hugging all the right curves on your body. You had gone for a soft glam makeup look tonight, making sure you were dewy in all the right places to catch the light. That included your exposed collarbones and shoulders. Your hair was in your go-to loose waves, it did what it wanted anyways, so why fight it?

You try your best not to look at Minho as you wait, ignoring your need to look at the beautifully soft man. Seeing his sweatpants and baggy blank t-shirt with messy hair upon entering. One of your top 5 looks on him. His dance performance attire was something to drool over for sure, but something about him looking so comfy made your stomach do flips.

“What time will you be home?” Chan asks, handing over one of his portable chargers.

“I don’t know? When we’re bored?” You shrug, answering normally. He gave you a partial idea of what to say, so the rest you figured you were to keep it as true as possible.

“Ok. what about a jacket? Aren’t you going to get cold?” He looks you up and down quizzically like he wasn’t the one to tell you to wear it.

You scan down your outfit before you recall his instructions. “I couldn’t find the one I wanted. I think my leather one is still in a box somewhere. And I wasn't about to ruin my outfit with the other ones I have.”

“You should have grabbed mine.” Amused blase dripped from his voice. You have no idea where this plan of his is going but you do your best to maintain it.

“I would have if I thought about it. But I don't have time to go back now, and I gotta go or else I’m going to be late and I do NOT need Lia nagging at me again.” A pout creeps onto your lips before you turn to leave. “Bye guys have fun with your homework”

Two out of three of the boys wave to you as you depart, heading back into the taxi you arrived in to meet with your girls. You need to relax, one night you need to not be thinking about Minho as you fall asleep. Maybe the partying and alcohol would help, hell maybe even finding someone nice to flirt with.

After a few silent breaths and he’s sure you’ve left the building he can’t help his anger rise. Chan on the other hand is fighting within himself to stay calm. Not wanting to get too excited as he waits for the inevitable reaction from Minho.

“You’re actually letting her out dressed like that without you around?” Minho fists clench under the table, knuckles turning white as the image of you in that unholy dress engraves itself into his very being.

Chan looks up confused, like he wasn’t expecting to have to talk about you. “Huh? Oh yea.”

“Seriously?” There’s a slight bite to Minho. Chan does his best to stone face and seem annoyed by Minho's tone.

“Yes Lee *eye roll* I am. She’s a big girl, she can handle herself.”

“I’m with Minho on this. The last time we all went to that bar the bartender was really pushy and we were all there next to her. I can’t imagine what that slimy sack of nothing is going to try without us there. Not to mention her looking like an 8 course meal.” Changbin agrees.

A gasp escapes from Chan, a hint of laughter bubbling from him now. “Changbin, What would your boyfriend say?”

“He would agree. All 8 courses.”

Minho becomes increasingly uncomfortable with Chan's dispassion at your whereabouts. His possessiveness makes his skin itch, he knows he has no right to be. But seeing you dressed up, look even more stunning than you normally do is making his brain short circuit.

Chan might be able to just sit here and do nothing, but he can’t.

----

“Soooo are you gonna tell me what happened or do I have to force it out of you?” Chan sings happily as he flops down on your bed next to you. His face screams with eagerness as his body shakes with excitement.

“I have no idea what youre talking about…” You bite your lip and look over to the leather jacket hanging on your closet door.

“So you’re telling me, you’ve been stupidly happy since the night you went out because you finally accepted the advances of creepy mc creep and NOT because I saw you walk around the next day wearing Lee’s jacket in the house?” He tries to pout at you, but it only looks ridiculous on him. You can’t help but attempt to stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“Shut it. Nothing happened.” You manage to huff.

“Uh huh…..he went to the club and?” He starts for you.

“Aaaand, nothing. Seriously. He said he was out for a walk because you guys were taking a break and he happened to wander my way and remembered I didn't have a jacket so he wanted to check up on me for you. Then he saved me from a very shifty moment with said bartender and let me borrow his jacket and then left.” You say out in a rush, the need to defend yourself as well as his motives becomes increasingly necessary for your heart rate. “See nothing happened.”

“How the hell is that nothing? I’m starting to get worried about you.” Chan blanks at you, shaking his head at your dismissals. “I never asked him to check on you, you know. That one was all him.”

He adds before shuffling off your bed and out the door. “He was worried about you.”

You blush, hope ignites deep within you. But like a kindling flame you burn it out quicker then it started. He was just looking out for a friend's girlfriend. He hadn’t taken an interest in you before. He was just in the neighborhood, that's all.

He’s just a good friend to Chan.

----

Since that night it was like Minho seemed to appear around you alot more. Or was it the same and you just noticed even more because of that stupid bud of hope Chan planted in you. But days like today are when you noticed it. Normally when you were over at Seungmin and Minho’s place, Minho would be hiding in his room, only coming out for food occasionally or to just see what you guys were up to and then he’d retreat back.

Today however he had opted to stay in the living room with you Seungmin, Felix, and Hyunjin. You all had started the evening with ordering food and playing a new board game Felix had found and now it lay abandoned half played on the coffee table as the group began to look through Netflix for a movie to watch. And abnormally, there was Minho sitting on one of the big comfy chairs, watching the game progress with his phone untouched next to him. Which once again was strange, he was always on it when you were around.

“Oooo let’s watch this one. I haven't seen it yet!” You point excitedly at the thumbnail of a new horror movie that just came out.

“It was nice having you over y/n you can leave now.” Seungmin barks at you.

“Oh come on, I’ve been begging Chan for weeks to watch it, but he’s too scared.” You exasperatedly sigh. “You’ll vote for this movie right Minho?”

You knew Minho liked horror movies too, Jisung had told you. Unfortunately you had somehow forgotten that he probably didn’t know that you knew. Or maybe it was your own shock from remembering that small fact, as Jisung let it slip over a year ago and you’ve never forgotten.

His blank gaze stuns you for a moment before you scrunch your nose up in defeat, grabbing another bite of food.

“How is Chan by the way? I haven't talked to him in a while. He’s always busy.” Felix changed the subject unknowing of your rising heat from embarrassment.

“I don’t know” You shrug at him.

“What do you mean you dont know. You live together.” Hyunjin pipes up.

“I mean yea, but he hasn’t been home for like a month or so.” You snatch the remote from Seungmins grasp and continue scrolling.

Everyone's attention snaps to you.

“A MONTH?!” Hyunjin squeals.

“Calm down drama llama, he’s got upcoming production projects and presentations. He’s got a lot on his plate.”

“But still, he doesn’t take a break to come see you? Or facetime you? Or call you?” Felix tries to find some hope in your communication.

“Last time we talked was 2 weeks ago I think?” You think back. “That was only cause I was asking him where all the extra comforters were, because Innie and Ji were over for a movie night.”

Minho remembers that night. He was jealous that Jisung got to spend the night at your place. He felt stupidly bitter when he told him. But even when Jisung had extended the invite he couldn't bring himself to go. He may have decided being in love with you from afar was enough, but recently it was getting harder and harder to hide his feelings. Times like this he wanted to out himself, claim he could treat you better then Chan ever could. But he couldn’t do that to a friend, no matter how much it hurt to secretly love you now.

“If there was anything wrong he’d let me know.” Your only reasoning.

But there was something very wrong with it. All of it. How could Chan treat you like this? He once again feels his anger rising, so without saying anything or looking at anyone he leaves the room. Three of you back to bantering about the movie, all oblivious to Minho holding his bottom lip in a vice grip between his teeth in order to silence himself. Not quite all, Seungmin remains silent as he watches Minho leave the room. He knows how Minho is, as best friends and as roommates he knows the signs. He prides himself on being able to read Minho pretty well, but most recently in times like this watching his friend become physically displaced by his jealousy and his brooding makes him wish he couldn't.

----

Leaving the coffee shop with a blushing Chan in tow you couldn't help but coo at him.

The ever so lovely blonde barista there giving you two your drinks for free. The same barista being the only reason you two went there. The coffee was good, but Chan’s need to embarrass himself in front of her was even greater.

“I’m telling you, she likes you.” You mused at him. “Next time get her number and then you can finally invite her over. Once I’m out of your hair, you have free reign again.”

The renos for your place were almost done, you were given the notice for moving back in next week. You two would have to separate again. Over this past while everything just felt like it made sense being together. That sense of home you’ve both been missing being made up by each other's presence. A part of you was sad about it, but you needed your space again.

You sip on your iced coffee as you keep making the walk back to Chans apartment. Upon realizing that he stopped some step behind you, you turn to him. The shades of red in his cheeks now gone, but now replaced with scrunched eyebrows and a look of agitation.

“What if I want to make this permanent?” He finally looks up at you.

“I need my own space, Chan.”

“I’m just saying. Stay. Live here. Don’t go back.” He looks down at his feet again, sadness now evident. The only person Chan was ever selfish with was you, just like you were with him. Some unspoken right to want more and receive more. “I know it’s selfish of me, but is it so wrong that I really love having you with me?”

Unheard by the two of you in your sappy declarations in the middle of the sidewalk, Minho comes to a stop just around the corner upon hearing your voices. Catching part of chans speech, he hid, not feeling like he was allowed in your moment but also not being able to drag himself out of earshot.

“I love being with you too.” You agree, searching his face for any hidden emotions. “I’ve always loved being there.”

“Having you around 24/7 is my favourite thing keeping me sane right now.” Chan almost pleads to you, needing to justify himself for doing what you’ve both always done. Be that constant. “Being able to breathe, relax and have fun. I need you here, you are my family, my home away from home.”

“Alright.” You step towards him, arms coming up to encircle his shoulders, you feel his body relax as he hugs you back. “I’ll sell all my extra stuff. I’ll come home.”

The arms around you tighten.

Tighten, just like the pain in Minho's chest as he hears your words. You and Chan mean so much to each other, no one would have ever had a chance with you. Chan was your everything. He had to let this go, he had to get over you. Had to accept that you were happy with Chan. Accept the rejection that was never actually given to him.

Regaining his surroundings he takes off back the way he came. The reason he came down this way is completely forgotten by the need to lock himself in his room.

He’d let it go, for you and for Chan….and for himself.

----

You burst through the apartment door, your body in a flurry. Face red from sprinting all the way there. Jisung and Seungmin shoot up from the couch, completely taken by surprise by your entrance.

“Where is he?” You shout, spewing with anger. Eyes darting around in search of your target.

“What?” Seungmin asks, confused.

“Where is Minho?” Out of breath, you fight the urge to snap at them.

“His room?” Jisung points timidly to Minho’s room, jumping at each move you make.

You stomp your way over to his door, reaching out for the handle and turning. Locked. Another angry flash, you knock aggressively.

“Minho, open up. We need to talk.” You can’t stop your voice from coming out as a yell.

Great now you’re yelling.

“What's going on y/n?” Seungmin asks cautiously, having followed you to the doorway. There’s no way you would be acting like this, especially toward Minho if something serious didn’t happen. You weren’t the type to fly off the handle, yes sometimes you acted a little dramatic, but for the most part you were extremely level headed. So this right now in his apartment, he never would have guessed in a hundred years would be happening. “What's wrong?”

No answer from inside, so you bang on the door harder this time. The urge to break the door down growing stronger as his silence continues.

“Minho!!” You roar, your voice almost burning as you force it out. “This is ridiculous. OPEN THIS DOOR.”

A still nothing creeps out, you’re almost seeing complete red now, so this time you kick at the wooden slab in your way.

“You don’t get to punch my best friend in the face and not expect me not to do anything! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE!”

“You Punched CHAN?!” Jisung squeals in horror, slightly shielded by Seungmin.

“Holy shit.” Seungmin mumbles almost to himself. But unfortunately not to himself enough for you to not hear it. “could it be because of what Chan said to that blonde girl at the coffee shop?”

“You think? Chan really backpedaled hard when we caught him flirting with her and getting her number” Jisung whispers in return.

Once again not quiet enough.

“He punched him because of….What the actual hell?!” You can’t believe it. All you can hear is the blood pumping in your ears. You are angry….you were angry…..wait what were you…

The boys think you and Chan are dating.

The boys think Chan neglects you as his girlfriend.

The boys think Chan is trying to hookup with other girls when he’s with you.

The boys think Chan doesn’t care.

They all know how important Chan is to you. That you two describe each other as home.

None of them have said anything concerning. They all have seen what has happened and accepted it.

But Minho showed up at the club, jacket in hand.

Minho threatened the bartender.

Minho was always around.

Minho began to stare at you, you’ve caught him on numerous occasions.

Minho leaves the room when you talk about Chan.

Minho punched Chan because he thought your boyfriend was cheating on you.

Chan's words ring in your mind. ‘If he really thinks you and I are together now, there’s no way he won’t be jealous.’ ,‘I’ll prove I’m right once and for all.’

“Minho come out please, we really need to talk. Fuck, everything is so messed up.”

You think about what you know about Minho. Minho always speaks in his actions. What are his actions pointing towards? It’s now or never, you need to know.

Turning to Seungmin and Jisung, you hold your gaze firm. Mind made up. “I need you both to tell me this right now. Yes or no. Does Minho have feelings for me?”

“Y/n…we can't say–”

They shift awkwardly on the spot, eyes darting from you to each other trying to divert attention. That was all the confirmation you needed.

Without letting your anxiety talk you out of it you quickly pull out your phone, unlocking it and opening the photo albums. Your sneaky Minho album, that you’ve continued to add to without Hyunjins help even after Chan's plan was put in motion. You slide it under the door, well you can’t turn back now.

“Please just look at my phone. Please?” You almost end up begging against the cold door. “You all just assumed that Chan and I were together. Of course we love each other, but we're just friends, like brother and sister. I’ve been staying in his guest room, since my building is under renos. Chan has a crush on the blonde girl barista in the coffee shop near his place. I’ve been helping him flirt with her for months”

Deep breath.

“I’m in love with-”

The door flies open. Your breath hitches as you see the man of your dreams, smile so dazzling you feel as though you’ve entered one of your fantasies again.

“You.”

You finally mumble out.

Without saying anything he reaches an arm out, holding something towards you. You expect to see your phone when you look down but you're shocked to see his phone, screen unlocked, photos open to an album titled ‘mint-bun’ filled with candid photos of you, selfies you had posted and cropped group shots.

Shocked is an understatement as you look back up to him.

“I’m in love with you too.” His eyes are strong and determined, looking directly into your own, as he confesses.

Maybe sometimes Chan was right, even if his plan was stupid.

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I’ll take a 13 LATIBULE please 👀 also I love how they’re all in caps lock 🤣🤣🤣🤣

LATIBULE : a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort

He almost cant believe what he’s seeing. 

“This place-” Can he even find the words? 

She pulls him over to the cliffs edge. Seating herself, legs dangling over the water. He sits with her, truly taking it all in, perching there for what felt like forever. He peers over at her not sure of what he’s expecting but it wasn’t the mischief in her eyes.

He knows that look.

“There’s more isn’t there?” 

Her smile breaks out into a giddy wave that rushes from her. Before he can ask, all too soon that all too familiar tug in his core is there. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He gets out before he lets himself be pulled back. “Can you show me more?”

Before his eyes flutter softly shut, he sees her nodding at him.

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Trust you to find my sneaky Lucid chapter. Maybe I should finish it this weekend hmmmmmm

Caps of disbelief

How Far

Warnings: mentions of a cheating spouse

Pairing: JHope!Idolxreader

Premise: No matter how far or how much time has past memories still follow you.

Word count: 975

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Maybe this may have been because of heartbreak, maybe it was about time you discovered yourself again. Whatever it was that lead you to using your couples package refund to book a round-trip flight to Korea, you should be thankful for. 

Should you be thankful for finding out your longterm boyfriend was cheating on you? That because of his sloppiness you found out before your planned trip to Mexico, one you had talked about getting engaged while there. You guess it was better knowing now then later. But it still stung nonetheless. 

The question really was: would you have said yes? Was he someone you’d want to spend the rest of your life with?

Probably not. That’s why it didn’t hurt as much as you knew it should have. 

Boarding the plane, you stow away your carry-on in its designated space, buckling your seat as you made yourself comfortable. Earphones in, music set to a special playlist you had made while sitting at your gate, trying to calm your thunderous heart.

The old crumpled photo your parents took over a decade ago lingering in your sweater pocket. It being one of the reasons you chose your new destination. One summer family trip that never really left you. Someone who never left you.

Remembering the boy who’s smile caught your eye. One you never forgot. Wondering now what he was doing, what he was up to in his life. Was he happily married with kids? Did his dreams to dance come true? The language barrier making it harder to really get to know him, but still that summer you had spent every free moment with each other; whether it be you reading and him play games. You keeping him company as he studied. Watching him dance at a youth centre. Playing games at the local arcade. Only using nicknames with each other as a fun little inside summer joke between you. Life felt so easy with the cute boy leading you around on fun day trips. You had promised to write to each other but life has a way of getting away from you. 

The memories now shrouded in a haze, along with his face now a blur. His smile still as radiant as ever, but his features began to slowly fade over time. The question always remained; why in times like these did his memory always resurface. Was a first love failing by impossibility call for a constant reminder when each relationship crumbled? When each one broken worse by the last, yet not hurting as much as it should. You guessed never getting over your first made it really hard to fully accept the others. No matter how you tried to convince yourself you had forgotten, you never really had. 

The presence of a figure sits beside you. You don’t bother removing your gaze from a cloudy spec on the window. Allowing yourself to be absorbed into a silent calm in your mind as they also got comfortable for the flight. 

Your music is cut by the vibrations of your phone, glancing down to it sitting in your lap. The number memorized even if the contact itself was erased. 

You let yourself answer, hopefully for the last time. Allowing your airpods to connect.

“Hello.” You sigh, chin resting on your hand as you leant towards the window. 

“Y/N! Thank god you answered. Please just hear me out, I’m begging you. I’m sor-.” Your ex boyfriends voice rings in your ears.

“Stop.” You cut him off, hand fumbling to your pocket to pull out the photo. “I’ve heard all the voicemails you left me, I’ve read every text. I know.” 

Your gaze shifts to the boy in the vanishing moment of time. Your fingers run over his figure, giving you a sense of reassurance. 

“I know.” You breathe deeply. 

“Y/n-” 

“It’s not ok what you did, but I’m ok with us ending. I’m ok with you wanting to be with her, I’m ok with walking away from you. I just-” What exactly did you want….you weren’t even sure. “I just wish you had told me before I found out like that.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

“You didn’t mean a lot of things. I was shocked yes, but more hurt you wouldn’t communicate that something was wrong with us. Regardless, I’m ok now.” A soft smile plays on your lips as you study each crease of the photo, the outline of the boy next to you, the ice creams in hand and the smile on your face. “We can say goodbye and we’ll both be alright. Just be happy, ok?” 

A long pause before you hear a light sniffle on the other end. He may cry, but you won’t. Not now, not later. 

“You too, Y/N.” His voice breaks.

“Goodbye.” You hang up the call. 

“This is your fault you know.” You roll your eyes at the boy, giving a chuckle. “If only you hadn’t made me fall in love with you all those years ago, maybe I’d find a decent guy. No one wants to be second in someones heart.” 

The pilots announcements cut through the rest of the passengers, settling everyone down before the plane heads to the runway. 

“As long as I’m still first, Sunshine. Because you’ll always be first for me, no matter how far apart we are.” A voice comes from the person next to you. Stunned you turn to look them for the first time. A radiant smile beams at you, the same smile that lives in your memories. 

“Jay” A gasp escapes you.

“Hoseok.” He corrects, his smile almost becoming too bright to look at. You scan over his face, recognition fully hits you as an older version of the boy in the photo. 

Not only that, but a new wave of recognition hits you causing a joyful laugh to escape you. 

“Y/N.”

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