7 + Kang Minhee? :)

7 + kang minhee? :)

hiii thanks for the request! I adore minhee, he’s such a fuzzball lol! I hope you enjoy the read

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[12:23 p.m.] when people asked you what your favorite season was, your answer had always been the same for as long as you can remember: it’s autumn. something about the leaves falling and the smell of cinnamon sugar and pumpkin in the air brought its own weirdly comforting warmth. you loved that the sun would be out and the temperature would be in the high 60s. you loved that you could wear sweaters and cardigans literally all day. you loved that you could come home after a long day and fix yourself a mug of hot cocoa, and your feet could be swaddled in fuzzy socks. you just love autumn, okay? one great thing that came with the season of autumn is the endless cravings you have for pumpkin spice mochas. that’s why you usually found yourself in line at your favorite cafe almost every three or four days, lining up to get one of these beverages in your hands. it’s been your fifth or sixth time here, so when the baristas see you, they wave and ask you about your day. you’ve become friends with them, and it hasn’t even been a month of coming here. you reach the front of the line and see a new face behind the register. he looks a little younger, maybe by two or three years. your eyes go to his name tag, where the name “jinwoo” is neatly visible. “hi, what can I get for you today?” you smile at the contrasting voice coming from him. “hi, can I get a small pumpkin spice mocha, please?” he rings it up and asks for your payment. you give him the exact change and he grins, “it’ll be ready shortly.”

and so you make your way to the other end of the counter and one of your barista friends, joy pops in from the back to say hi. “yeah, we’re needing more help, so we decided to open up our application to college freshmen, too. the kid was so sweet in his interview, that’s what the manager said, too.” you pout at her words. “he’s so tiny, I wanna protect him,” and joy laughs at your words. you hear, “y/n!” and joy passes your drink over to you before saying, “I’ve gotta head back over and help there, I’ll see you later.” you wave goodbye to her and take a seat. the steam is piping out from the opening on the lid, and you take a sip. something tastes…different. it’s not the usual taste of pumpkin you’re getting. it’s a little more… like you just brushed your teeth. take a sip again, and when you figure out what it is, you pucker your lips a little. it’s peppermint: of course, it is, it’s overpowering and minty. you’ve just received a peppermint mocha. you check on the cup at lo and behold, your name is written on the cup. “huh.” you get up and head back towards the counter. joy is just ringing up a customer’s order when she sees you approach the counter, she’s a little concerned. normally, you take your coffee, sit down and finish it before bidding your farewells and leaving the cafe. she comes up to you and you tell her, “I didn’t order this.” joy’s eyebrows shoot up and she asks, “who took your order?” she asks, examining the cup and the hurried “peppermint mocha” scribbled down on the side of the cup. “I think the new boy, but don’t scold him or anything.” joy seems hesitant at your advice, but sighs and nods. “jinwoo, can you come here please?” and in the time jinwoo takes to come over, someone else has approached the counter. he wore a black hat that covered tufts of his blonde hair. he was slender and tall and a small pout settled on his thin lips. “I think you gave me the wrong drink.” his gentle voice rings as he tells joy. her gaze shifts between your cup and his, and you can see the gears shifting in her head. jinwoo comes along, and joy asks him if he mixed yours and the boy’s drinks up.

you see the poor boy’s face redden and he stutters out, “I’m so s-sorry, I must’ve rushed and written the wrong names on the cups. please forgive me!” you shake your head, “it’s okay, it happens, I understand. I’ll buy another one,” but joy cuts you off, “are you joking, y/n? we won’t let you pay for another one, we’ll remake it for you,” then she looks at the boy standing next to you, “and you too, minhee-ssi. it’s free of charge for you, also, so sit tight. we’ll whip up your drinks in a few minutes.” the boy (minhee, you note) smiles wide and thanks joy profusely. “thank you guys for letting us know, and I’m so sorry again. I will definitely work harder to make sure I’m not doing things in a hurry.” jinwoo apologizes once more and minhee says, “it’s no big deal, dude. really, don’t worry too much about it.” joy and jinwoo head to the back to make your drinks and you and minhee are waiting awkwardly by the counter. “so,” you start, “peppermint mocha, huh? I guess it’s an acquired taste.” minhee looks at you, and a fond smile makes its way onto his mouth. “yeah, the same definitely goes for pumpkin.” you fold your arms, and snort, “pumpkin spice is the flavor of the season. peppermint is for winter, buddy.” minhee scoffs and pulls off his hat momentarily to run a hand through his hair (you wonder what it feels like to run your fingers through it subconsciously and the tips of your ears go pink) before readjusting his hat. “you’ve got a point there. but, pumpkin mocha, peppermint mocha, we know one thing: we both wanted mochas, that’s probably how he confused the orders,” your eyes go to jinwoo who’s making the hot drinks, adding the milk to the cups. “he’s a sweet kid. I’ve seen him here many times.” you hear minhee say and your attention is once again brought back to him. “I’ve been coming here for coffee since I moved here, and I don’t know what it is, but I keep coming back.” your eyebrows shoot up at this and you beam, “I know right? it’s like I don’t see any other cafe beside this one, coffee is all I spend my money on nowadays, too and that’s insane to me.” then you guys talk about what you do, what your hobbies are and minhee seems genuinely interested in what you’re saying. his nose also crinkles up when he smiles and you notice the small freckles that are scattered across the span of his cheeks. “y/n? your coffee’s ready,” joy’s voice brings you back and you thank her before taking a sip and sighing with your eyes closed. “so, y/n, since you come by here often, do you think you’ll maybe come by here tomorrow?” a light dust of pink forms on both of your cheeks, and joy sees the exchange and smiles, before passing minhee his coffee and shuffling to the back once again. “I want to get to know you a little more, so why not over some coffee?” bashfully, you look away from minhee’s careful gaze and nod, biting your bottom lip. and just before you leave, you grab a napkin and a pen (courtesy of jinwoo) before writing down your phone number and a little “see you tomorrow :)” on the napkin and hand it to minhee. “wah, and to think my mistake led to a blooming romance.” jinwoo mumbles and he earns a small smack on the arm from joy, before taking the next customer’s order.

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drabbles

han seungwoo- [8:34 a.m.], [2:27 p.m.]

cho seungyoun- [12:48 a.m.], [3:45 p.m.], [6:53 p.m.], [5:39 p.m.]

kim wooseok- [9:52 a.m.]

kim yohan- [9:31 a.m.], [1:34 a.m.], [6:53 p.m.]

lee hangyul- [11:47 a.m.]

cha junho- [10:30 a.m.], [7:43 a.m.]

kang minhee- [12:23 p.m.]

lee eunsang- [6:35 p.m.]

song hyungjun- [4:08 p.m.]

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i just read the request... ITS SO CUTE!! i might not drink alcohol but where im from, ngl its relatively normal to drink underage so JSJGKS but honestly thank you so much for the request!! my heart is so 💕💘💞💝💕💞💘💗- that one keumdong anon

sksksksk i’m glad you liked it! underage drinking is common in a lot of places, and I am NOT actively promoting underage drinking!!

hiii!! its the keumdong request anon again lol- im a bit scared i might regret it but 14 + keumdong? sorry again if this is a trouble to write :(((

aww, it was no problem at all, in fact, thank you for the request! again so sorry it’s shorter than normal BUT I’ve wanted to write something like this for so long, and I finally got to use it with this prompt! so I hope you like how it turned out and I hope you don’t regret it lol!

14. you share a soft moment together.

[3:19 a.m.] one of the great things about summer was that there was nothing to do. meaning, you could sleep whenever you wanted to and wake up whenever you wanted to. you didn’t have a problem, and your boyfriend donghyun certainly didn’t either. this was maybe your second or third all-nighter in the entirety of your summers, so far. the funny thing is you’re not even staying up for a reason, you’re awake for the sake of being awake. right now, you and donghyun are sitting in your balcony, cuddled up in blankets, and passing a bottle of beer back and forth. you watch the stars glisten and shine in all their glory in the navy sky. “look at those up there, I think it’s an ursa minor, right donghyun?” shuffling closer to you, you feel donghyun’s breaths by your ear and the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “that one? yeah, I think you’re right.” you’re not sure if the warmth that curdles within you is from the alcohol or the fleece blanket, but it leads you to rest your head on donghyun’s shoulder and peer at him through your lashes. you lean up a little and place a series of small pecks on his jaw. “that tickles,” donghyun giggles out. and then you find a moment of silence, but it’s not uncomfortable; it’s quite the opposite, actually. the cicadas and crickets are distant, but you both mainly bask in the peace and serenity that brings calming heartbeats along with it.

suddenly, donghyun shifts a bit before standing up. “where are you going?” you look up at him and hold his pant leg. smiling cutely, he says, “be right back, hang tight.” he runs into your apartment for a second, before returning with his bluetooth speaker and his phone. you blink up at him, confused by what he’s doing when you hear the piano intro of louis armstrong’s ‘la vie en rose’. he bows gracefully and offers his hand. “may I have this dance?” the summer night breeze plays with the ends of your hair as you take donghyun’s outstretched hand, and get up. “hold me close and hold me fast, the magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose,” louis armstrong’s voice blares through the speaker. donghyun’s hand rests on your hip and part of your shirt is raised, so you feel the calloused surface of his palm on your exposed skin. you intertwine your hands around donghyun’s neck, decreasing the distance between your bodies as you sway to the music. “this is romantic, isn’t it?” donghyun pecks your nose, and winks, “of course, whose idea was this after all?” a small push to his chest makes him cry out in mock pain, and you both laugh at the situation you’ve played out. you then rest your head on his chest and close your eyes; donghyun’s hand moves to hold your head against him like it’s made of china. “donghyun?” he hums bach in response and you move your head and give him a sleepy smile, and he swears, his heart could burst out of his chest right then and there. “I love you.” he cups your face with a hand and admires you in all your beauty, before whispering, “I love you more.”

I am in love with your Kang Minhee imagine, you are doing a great work. Don't forget to get a good night sleep and eat as much as you want (Sorry for my bad english ):) -Anon ✨

aww, this is so sweet, thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! and your english is also really good, it isn’t bad at all :))

coterie: two

gang!au x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

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darkness is the first thing you see when you gain consciousness again. up, down, left, right, your eyes move to see nothing but pitch black. you try to reach your face to rub your eyes, but can’t because your hands are bound in ropes behind your back. you try to scream but you fail to accomplish that, too, because you feel the sensation of cloth against the bottom half of your face. you let out a strained sound then suddenly, a light flashes on just above your head. the sudden change of atmosphere causes you to shrink up a little and squint your eyes. from the darkness, a figure approaches close. “she’s awake, call the boss.” the voice resonates in the darkroom and the man approaches you closely. the light adjusts and you can see the area surrounding you much clearer now. your eyes focus on the man’s face in front of you and you remember, he was there the night you went out with jinhyuk. the man stood tall, clad in an all-black suit and the ends of his arm sleeves held the ends of a red silk shirt. the buttons of his coat were completely closed, but that didn’t conceal the collar bones and the top of his chest. your eyes then went to his face, and the first thing you notice is his icy gaze on you, his raven hair falling just above his eyebrows, but framing his forehead. a sound of a door opens and you both turn your attention towards it, the man’s earrings moving with the swift movement of his head. the door opens and another source of light floods into the room and a man taller by mere inches than the one in front of you walks in. he approaches closer and you notice that he’s dressed similarly to the other guy, but has a scarf tied around his neck. you see a trace of ink peeking out of his shirt on his collarbone, but you don’t have time to pay much attention to it because the man leans down in front of you. his navy locks cover up his eyes, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you can’t see the intense gaze peeking through. “hm.” he mutters then looks back at the other man. “yohan, leave me with her for a minute.” the man shifts his gaze between you and the other man before nodding compliantly and leaving.

now it’s just you and the other man in the room. he stands up tall again and is still looking down at your slightly shaking figure. “don’t worry, we won’t kill you.” he says with a calm smile forming onto his face, contradicting the fear settling in your chest. he pulls out a gun and places it under your chin, and you freeze. tears well up in your eyes as he says, “under one condition. as you know, we never reveal our acts to anyone; and, well, occasionally, we have our moments. we have been caught in the past but it always ends with the same result: we find them and we kill them. but, we’re going to do something different this time. instead of killing you, I have a proposition to make. we will let you live as long as you work for us. we have an important mission that requires as many hands as we need, and we’ve kept our eye on you for some time now. you seem useful enough, so we are willing to use you for our mission. what are you going to do?” as he moved the gun away from you, a flash of emotions overwhelmed you. first, fear that you still can die right now. the gun is still there, albeit not against your chin. second, curiosity: why would they choose to leave you alive? you wanted to get to the bottom of it. third, and probably the most intense emotion you were feeling right now, was anger. how the hell did they expect you to just drop everything, give up on your career, and your future for something like this? he pulled down the cloth covering your mouth and you spoke up, clearing your throat. “I do have some, actually. how long do I have to decide this?” the man checks his watch. “it’s 8:00 right now. you have 15 minutes to decide what you need to decide.” “can I have my phone?” he scoffs at this and narrows his eyes. “why do you need it?” annoyance is evident in your tone as your deadpan, “my friends are worried. I’ve been out of the dorm for almost 12 hours, they deserve some explanation.” thinking long and hard, he hesitates but goes behind you to set your hands free. he gruffly mutters,“no playing around, or i’ll reconsider my decision of letting you live.” you notice the red indents the tight strands of nylon left in your skin, wincing as you move your wrists around. he reaches out into his back pocket and hands your phone to you. upon unlocking it, you find a plethora of missed calls and texts from your roommates, some friends from your classes and lastly, jinhyuk. you decide to text him since he will be the most understanding of your situation. 

it seems as though seconds after you send the message, jinhyuk’s name is lighting up on your phone screen and you see the red and green circles in your peripherals as you look back up at the man, who is blankly staring at you. “can I have a few minutes?” his eyebrows furrow slightly, and you prompt further, “please, I only have a few minutes to give you my decision, I’m working against the clock here.” rolling his eyes, he heads to the door, and before closing it to the other side, he grumbles, “hurry up”. sighing, you pick up the phone and jinhyuk’s frantic “where are you?” is the first thing you hear. you explain the entire situation to him: about how you should’ve been more careful when you were on your way to the gym and how even though you were vigilant, you managed to get kidnapped by x1 and now, the condition they’ve given you. after some moments of silence, jinhyuk says, “look, I don’t think you want to do this, but you’ll stay alive if you do. I suppose you should stay with them. I’ll go to your dorm and explain everything to your roommates- hey don’t worry about it, okay- and I’ll get your things for you. I know one member very well, so I will give him your belongings, alright? as for school, well, I’ll try to talk to higher-ups but maybe you should have, uh, them talk to the school about it. they’ll have to work something out, okay? listen, I know you’re scared, but I need you to make the right decision. you’re smart so I trust you about that and know that no matter what, I’ll always be here for yo-” you don’t hear the rest of the sentence because the guy from earlier is back in the room, and he snatches the phone from your hand. “that’s your time,” the man hangs up the call, then looks at you. “so, what’re you choosing? us or the bullet?” he pulls out the gun and lets the light from the one bulb above you reflect across its body. you contemplate, again and again, then sigh. do you want to be working for the city’s, maybe even the country’s most dangerous criminals? your life is more important than your career at this point; in order for you to have a future, you have to be living, right? you look up at the man, who’s expectantly awaiting an answer. “well then? what’s it gonna be?” you bite your lip nervously and tell him, “I’m going to call my university and let them know that I’ll be putting a pause on my academics. and if they ask why, well, I’ll just tell them my life is on the line.”