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Minho siente que le ha fallado a esa personita tan especial para él, y gracias a un mal entendido es capaz finalmente de hacerle saber al menor de sus sentimientos.

  Aunque quizás para Taemin, esto no sea una sorpresa.

Pareja: 2min (SHINee)

Género: Romance

Sus dedos se deslizaban entre las hebras castañas, la suave y relajada respiración del chico recostado en sus piernas le transmitía un sentimiento de paz, así como contemplar la sonrisa que se plasmaba en sus labios en esos momentos.

  Trató de acomodar mejor la cabeza que descansaba en sus piernas, admiró el rostro durmiente de ese chico tan especial para él. Por unos momentos se preguntó si él era una persona especial para Taemin, debía serlo pues éste chico que había caído a brazos de Morfeo hace tan solo minutos mientras estudiaban siempre permanecía a su lado en todo momento, quizás y hasta le gustaba.

  Porque Lee Taemin era una persona complicada, aunque no lo aparentara. Detrás de la sonrisa de ángel se escondían secretos de ese joven que nadie más que él conocía, muchos pensamientos ocultos debajo del brillo de sus ojos que ni siquiera Minho, su mejor amigo, comprendía del todo.

  Taemin era una persona extraña, pero aun así lo amaba más que a cualquier novia que hubiera tenido antes.

  La pregunta era ¿Taemin también lo amaba? Era una cuestión imposible de responder pues tampoco estaba del todo seguro como para afirmarlo o negarlo.

  –  Minho… – Susurró ese muchacho entre sueños.

    Choi sonrió, no sabía con exactitud que sentía ese chico por él, pero al menos, mientras lo tuviera a su lado sería feliz.

    –  Pero no quiero que te vayas. – Exigía el menor sujetando del brazo al deportista quien trataba de soltarse.

  –  Taemin tengo que ir a la práctica. – Le dijo el mayor queriendo convencer al castaño para que lo dejara ir.

  –  Pero si te vas ahora me dejarás sólo y no me acompañarás a casa. – Lee lo miró suplicante, odiaba volver solo.

  –  Te prometo que estaré contigo cuando la práctica termine, sólo espérame diez minutos ¿Si? – Usó como último argumento para persuadir al que lo retenía.

  Intuyó que lo había logrado, pues el castaño relajó un poco su expresión y aflojó el agarre de sus manos en el brazo del Choi, no quería dejarlo ir, pero sabía que para Minho la única cosa tan importante como él era el futbol y no quería privarlo de algo tan preciado para Minho.

  Minho notó como la presión en su extremidad iba disminuyendo hasta que el menor terminó por soltarlo, le agradeció revolviendo sus cabellos ante la atenta mirada insegura del más bajo.

  –  No te preocupes, estaré contigo pronto. – Dijo para calmarlo.

  –  ¿Lo prometes? – Inquirió queriendo asegurarse el menor de sus palabras.

  –  ¿Cuándo te he decepcionado? – Respondió con otra pregunta y una sonrisa en sus labios.

    Y con una última sonrisa tranquilizadora Minho caminó rápidamente hacia a cancha verde donde su equipo lo esperaba con la eterna mirada de Taemin puesta sobre sus hombros.

    El cielo se tornando cada vez más de un color anaranjado, y con ello sus dudas sobre la promesa del pelinegro incrementaban. En esa preparatoria era habitual salir más tarde comparada a las otras escuelas, normalmente él y Minho solían ir juntos a casa –y con eso se refería a ir ambos a casa del mayor y quedarse allí por un buen rato hasta entrada la noche, después de todo eran vecinos–, pero desde que las prácticas del equipo de futbol habían cambiado de los sábados en la mañana a jueves después de la escuela les era difícil seguir con su rutina.

  Él no quería que Minho dejara de asistir al club de futbol, pero tampoco quería por ningún motivo volver solo, le daba miedo pasar siempre por la calle donde habían dos chicos enormes y con cara de delincuentes, sus miradas intimidantes le calaban hasta los huesos llenándolo de terror.

  Miró el reloj en su muñeca, 6:32, llevaba esperando a Minho más de media hora aproximadamente, y por lo que veía desde las gradas el entrenador los pondría a correr un par de vueltas alrededor de la cancha y seguir con el entrenamiento.

  Suspiró, quería aguardar por Minho, pero parecía que éste iba a tardar mucho más tiempo del esperado. ¿Qué tan difícil sería volver a casa por su propia cuenta? Sabía el camino y podría pasar lo más rápido que pudiera por ese camino tan desagradable para él. Aunque la idea no era del todo segura, necesitaba llegar pronto y comenzar una investigación muy importante que le habían asignado de tarea, si no comenzaba ahora nunca la terminaría.

  Miró a Minho una vez más, no tenía pinta de que fuera a dejar el entrenamiento, corría concentrado escuchando los extraños sermones del entrenador y sus advertencias sobre el próximo partido.

  Tomó su mochila colgándola a su hombro dispuesto a por lo menos ese día no depender de Minho y hacer algo por sí solo, después de todo ¿Qué podría pasar?

    Soltó un largo bostezo acompañando de unas involuntarias lágrimas que de inmediato se encargó de limpiar. En ningún momento dejó de buscar a Taemin por los pasillos repletos de estudiantes mientras se dirigía a su salón.

  Le debía una disculpa al pequeño, ayer el entrenador les había asignado un estricto y agotador entrenamiento pues el torneo se acercaba cada día más y era tan importante que no terminaron si no una hora y media más tarde de lo común.

  Cuando hubieron terminado con su pesado entrenamiento buscó en las gradas la figura menuda del menor, al no verlo allí pensó que quizás podría estar en otro lugar de la escuela, pero le parecía raro, Taemin siempre lo esperaba hasta el final. Les había preguntado a sus compañeros si no habían visto al chico de casualidad y éstos le dijeron que lo habían visto irse de allí hace como media hora.

  El pánico lo inundó muy deprisa, si Taemin había decidido regresar solo quién sabe qué cosas podrían ocurrirlo, quizás los chicos que siempre los miraban como presas cada vez que pasaban por una calle de mala reputación lo hubieran atacado, o quizás se haya extraviado y se encontrara en un lugar desconocido, ¡Incluso podía haber sido secuestrado!

  Todos estos pensamientos negativos y alarmantes le hicieron tomar su teléfono dispuesto a marcar el número de ese chico para preguntarle dónde y cómo se encontraba, sin embargo éste objetivo se vio interrumpido al encontrar un mensaje del mismo Taemin quien lo tenía hecho un manojo de nervios.

  De: Taeminnie

Estoy en casa.

  Decía simplemente ese mensaje que había abierto ansiosamente, suspiró mucho más relajado al verlo. Seguramente Minnie estaba enojado con él, pero al menos estaba salvo.

  Cuando llegó a casa fue directo  a su habitación, el cuerpo le dolía a horrores y estaba agotado, pensó en llamar a Taemin pero al ver la habitación oscura frente a su ventana dedujo que el chico debía estar ya durmiendo y sinceramente él quería también hacerlo. Cerrando sus ojos prefirió descansar ese día, mañana se encargaría de disculparse con ese chico que tanto quería.

  Y así llego el día siguiente, Minho salió de casa dispuesto a ir junto a Taemin a la escuela ya que ellos tenían la costumbre de caminar todos los días juntos –si, su vida a veces era como un dorama o película romántica– , pero ese día cuanto tocó la puerta nadie contestó, pasó varios minutos llamando al menor sin obtener respuesta alguna.

  –  Debe seguir molesto conmigo. – Pensó el.

    Así es como llega hasta éste momento, buscando al muchacho de sus ojos para pedirle perdón y ver esa única sonrisa que lo hacía soportar todas las aburridas clases hasta volver a verlo.

    Lo buscó por todos los pasillos, incluso por los que no frecuentaba, preguntando a los amigos del castaño por él pero todos decían no haberlo visto.

    –  ¿Se habrá retrasado? – Se preguntó consternado, no, en caso de que hubiera sido así lo habría visto en el camino, cosa que no ocurrió.

    Mucho menos probable era que hubiera faltado, Taemin no era de los que faltaban a clases además de que había estado tocando la puerta escandalosamente y nadie había aparecido.

    Entonces ¿Dónde se hallaba Taemin?

    La campana avisó que era momento de iniciar con la jornada escolar, Minho acompañaba los pasos de los alumnos que se dirigían a clases con una sola persona en mente y sin poder sacarla de allí

      –  No lo he visto en todo el día. – Le respondió el más bajo.

  –  Yo tampoco he sabido nada de él. –Contesto ahora Onew a su pregunta aumentando su preocupación. – ¿Qué ha pasado?

  –  No lo sé, ayer regresó a casa sólo y me lo comprobó pero hoy cuando fui no había nadie y estoy seguro de que no asistió hoy. – Le contó todo lo que sabía a los mayores revolviendo sus cabellos con frustración.

  –  ¿No le has preguntado a Key? – Le sugirió Onew, de hecho no había tenido oportunidad de hablar con él debido a que había estado ocupado todo el día y era la única persona que le faltaba por interrogar.

  –  ¿Preguntarme qué? – Cuestionó el recién llegado al escuchar su apodo.

  –  ¿Sabes si algo le ocurrió a Taemin entre ayer y hoy? – Estaba angustiado, si Key no sabía nada de Taemin entonces no había nadie más a quien pudiera recurrir.

  –  ¿Eh? – Musitó confuso la diva confuso ante la pregunta. – ¿Acaso no te lo dijo?

    Miraba la pantalla del teléfono con pereza, el hombrecillo que controlaba con sus dedos corría de un lado a otro para atrapar los dulces que caían de una máquina extraña, un juego aburrido tal como el día que estaba teniendo.

  Permaneció en cama en todo momento desde que llegó a casa tratando de soportar el dolor en su cuerpo, quizás no había sido buena idea volver sólo.

  –  Tonto Minho. – Se quejó como si el mayor estuviera allí y pudiera escucharlo.

  Apagó el teléfono y miró su reflejo en la pantalla, el parche blanco en su mejilla le molestaba, quien sabe cuándo podría deshacerse de el o cuando desaparecerían los moretones en sus delgados brazos y piernas.

  Suspiró irritado, debió haber esperado a Minho.

  Decidió mejor prender la TV, con suerte encontraría algo bueno para ver. Con lentitud recostó su espalda en el respaldo de la cama haciendo una que otra mueca de, todos sus músculos le dolían a horrores, sólo esperaba que su querido hyung apareciera para poder olvidar ese dólar y concentrarse sólo en él.

    Trató de controlar su respiración jadeante al llegar a la puerta hogar de los Lee, definitivamente no volvería a correr desde la escuela hasta allí, hacía que su corazón quisiera salir por su boca.

  Tocó fuertemente la puerta con su puño, tal y como en la mañana nadie contestó, lo cual solo lo puso peor, sacó de su saco la llave de repuesto que tenía, los padres de Taemin habían insistido en que podía tenerla, pues confiaban en él para cuidar de su hijo, cosa que ahora él se tenía que cuestionar.

  Se atrevió a entrar a aquella elegante casa buscando por todos lados al menor de esa familia, al no verlo supuso que debía encontrarse en la planta superior.

  Minho puede asegurar que su corazón va tan rápido como sus pisadas por las escaleras para llegar a la habitación de Taemin, y lo único que quería encontrar en ella era al chico para pedirle perdón por haberlo dejado solo y por todo lo que ocurrió.

  –  Está en casa, recuperándose de las heridas.

  Esa frase, esa única frase de 7 palabras logró hacerlo correr sin importarle que Key continuara llamándolo, porque no se imaginaba en qué estado podía encontrarse su Taeminnie.

  Estaba convencido de que habían sido esos delincuentes que todos los días les miraban con odio, procuró siempre acelerar el paso y proteger al menor de esas miradas cada que cruzaban por ese camino, nunca permitió que esos tipos se acercaran a él y a Taemin.

  Pero ahora había  sido descuidado, y dejó a Taemin expuesto y por su culpa debía de encontrarse repleto de golpes y sufriendo por su culpa. Sentía que le había fallado a Taemin, y si hoy no se había encargado de esos tipos por estar más preocupado por el estado de su chico mañana se aseguraría de hacerlos pagar.

  Divisó la puerta del cuarto del adolescente, con un poco de temor tomó el picaporte girándolo rápidamente abriendo esa puerta, haciendo que ésta se estrellara con la pared precipitadamente asustando al que descansaba en su cama con audífonos puestos.

  Minho lo miró con culpabilidad, Taemin lo vio contrariado.

  –  Taemin. – Sólo atino a decir acercándose hasta el chico a grandes y apresurados pasos.

  – Minho ¿Cómo entraste? – Le preguntó confuso el otro más callo en súbito al sentir su mallugado cuerpo ser rodeado por los fuertes brazos del mayor.

    Lejos de ser una sensación dolorosa o incómoda, Taemin se dejó abrazar con satisfacción, pues siempre se sentía protegido y mejor cuando el mayor le dedicaba esa atención.

  –  Lo siento mucho todo es mi culpa. – Comenzó a disculparse Choi mirando con preocupación cada moretón y corte visible en el castaño.

  –  No es gran cosa. – Aseguró el menor quien a pesar de que en un principio había querido reñir al moreno ahora quería tranquilizarlo.

  –  No debí dejar que te fueras solo ayer, lo lamento. – Continuó disculpándose ignorando las palabras del que permanecía en cama.

  –  Relájate, no me pasó nada grave. – Quiso convencerlo Taemin, la verdad es que no era un gran asunto y no sabía porque Minho estaba tan preocupado.

  – Te prometo que mañana tomaré a esos estúpidos y los haré pagas por esto. – Habló ahora con ira el pelinegro.

  –  ¿A quiénes? ¿De qué hablas? – Taemin solo podía mirar al alto con confusión, ¿Qué estaba ocurriendo?

  –  De esos malditos que te hicieron esto. – Contestó con mucha molestia.

  –  Minho no sé cómo has llegado a esa conclusión pero no me hice esto por culpa de ellos. – Habló ahora el castaño confuso por las palabras del chico.

    Logró hacer que Minho dejara de removerse en su lugar buscando más heridas en su cuerpo, pues su respuesta lo había consternado.

    –  ¿Qué? – Inquirió mirándolo extrañado.

  –  Que esto no me lo ha hecho nadie más que yo mismo. – Explicó ahora mejor el menor.

  –  ¿De qué hablas? ¿No fueron esos dos tipos quienes te golpearon ayer?

  –  No, más bien fue mi culpa. – Dijo ahora más apenado por la verdad. – Ayer cuando volvía a casa quise pasar lo más rápido que podía por allí así que corrí todo el camino, pero cuando llegué a unas escaleras me caí desde arriba. – Continuó con su explicación sintiendo sus mejillas adquirir un calorcillo y se avergonzaba por su descuido. – Fue así como terminé de ésta manera, nadie más que yo tuvo la culpa.

  –  Entonces eso chicos no… – Quiso asegurarse el mayor.

  –  No.

    Minho analizó la historia del menor, era por eso que Kibum lo había llamado cuando él salió corriendo a casa de Taemin, para contarle el resto de la historia, pero él en su precipitación había sacado una conclusión errónea. Aun así, nada en esa explicación lo convencía de no sentir culpa.

    –  Hey. – Taemin lo llamó mientras su mano se ponía sobre la suya. – No te sientas mal, ya te dije que fue porque me descuidé, no tienes que sentirte culpable por nada. – Le dijo al adivinar sus pensamientos, la mirada en esos grandes ojos lo delataba todo.

  –  Pero si yo–

  – No es cierto, yo debí esperarte o ir con más cuidado. – Interrumpió el castaño.

  – Taemin fue mi error por dejarte ir solo. – Insistió apretando la mano que lo tomaba.

  – Ya basta Minho, no soy un niño para que deban cuidar de mí, me molesté y me fui por mi cuenta así que fue culpa mía. – Esta vez lo dijo demandante, no le gustaba que Minho pensara que debía de cuidar de él o algo parecido. – Además, si sigues diciendo que es tu culpa me sentiré peor.

    Minho miró el rostro del menor, el parche blanco permanecía en su mejilla, algunos moretones y cortes menores también se hacían presentes, y aún así se preguntaba cómo ese puchero seguía luciendo irresistible, tanto que no pudo reprimir una sonrisa que el menor notó y aceptó gustoso.

    –  Me gusta más verte sonreír. – Comentó el menor aun algo avergonzado, logrando este mismo impacto en Minho.

  –  Y a mí me gusta que te quedes a mi lado. – Uso como contraataque el mayor, pues para él es como si Taemin hubiera lanzado un cohete lleno de corazones a su enamorada persona.

  –  ¿Cómo llegaste a esa conclusión por cierto? – Preguntó sin decirle que podría saltar de felicidad al escucharlo decir esa última frase.

  –  Un error mío. – Se limitó a responder el moreno.

    Fue allí cuando ambos notaron que el agarre en sus manos permanecía uniendo sus dedos, un sonrojo se asomó en ambos y una risilla nerviosa se escapó de los labios del menor.

    –  Dime, ¿Estabas tan preocupado por mi? – Le preguntó el castaño sin intenciones de soltar la mano del alto.

  –  Mucho, sabes que siempre tengo que saber cómo estás para vivir tranquilo. – Respondió relajado el moreno. – ¿Porqué no me dijiste lo que te pasó ayer?

  –  Cuando llegué a casa estaba muy cansado y adolorido así que mi hermano me curó y me dio algo para el dolor muscular. – Comenzó a relatar. – Esa cosa me calmó el dolor pero me dio mucho sueño, iba a contártelo pero sólo logre enviarte ese mensaje antes de dormirme.

  –  ¿Y hoy en la mañana porqué no me contestaste cuando te llamé? – Siguió preguntando el moreno.

  –  Debí seguir dormido, cuando desperté recibí una llamada de Key hyung y le conté todo, pero pensé que él te lo iba a explicar.

  Claro, lo iba a hacer, pero él no le dio la oportunidad al salir corriendo hacia éste lugar. Tal vez su pequeño Taemin verdad ya no era el niño que cuidaba hace años, y también era lo suficientemente maduro para como para calmarlo a él en vez de que el asunto fuera al revés, pero eso no quitaba el hecho de que él no dejaría nunca de pensar primero en él ni de protegerlo.

    –  No vuelvas a irte sin mí. – Advirtió con la voz detonando lo mucho que quería que esa frase se cumpliera, aun así no era amenazante, sino más bien lo pedía como una súplica.

  A Taemin ésta oración lo sorprendió, siendo que también la manera tan profunda en que Minho se lo había pedido lo impactó al mismo tiempo en que lo conmovió que Minho lo quisiera tanto.

  –  Te lo prometo. – Le dijo sonriendo acercándose un poco a él.

  –  ¿En serio?

  –  ¿Cuándo te he decepcionado? – Rió usando las palabras dichas por el mayor con alegría.

    Choi no reprimió la felicidad que sentía, pues el chico aunque se encontraba lastimado no se veía tan mal y no estaba molesto con él, dos cosas que lo ponían de muy buen humor, casi tanto como ver la hermosa y brillante sonrisa en los labios esponjosos del castaño.

    Taemin estaba cerca, tanto que podía aspirar al aroma a fresas que desprendía de su persona, tan embriagante que lo obligó a aproximarse más a ese chico que frecuentaba sus pensamientos, Taemin no se alejó, solo se quedó quieto, esperando por el siguiente movimiento del futbolista, sea cual fuera.

     Podía ser despistado, algo torpe y hasta infantil, pero cualquiera se daría cuenta de que le gustas a alguien al sentir sus constantes miradas y por la forma en que te trata.

    Y él… Él ama a Minho tanto como éste a él.

    Desde siempre, desde el primer día que lo conoció, y nunca quiso alejarse de él, ni dejarlo irse con alguna chica, por más egoísta que fuera no quería que Minho dejara de mirarlo.

    –  Taemin. – Llamó dulcemente posando su frente sobre la del menor.

  –  ¿Qué? – Respondió admirando la mirada serena del Choi.

  –  Te quiero.

    Sonrió, inevitablemente.

    –  No, yo te quiero a ti. – Y se atrevió a besarlo, lenta y dulcemente.

    No lo creyó posible, porque siempre pensó que se hacía demasiadas ilusiones, porque él quizás le yo también le gusto no prometía mucho.

    Pero era cierto, todas sus suposiciones eran acertadas, Taemin también lo quería.

    –  Gracias por decírmelo finalmente. – Le dijo cariñosamente acariciando aquella mano que sujetaba.

  –  ¿Lo sabías? – Le preguntó sorprendido alejándose un poco el mayor.

  –  Si, desde hacía mucho tiempo. – Contesto riendo por la manera tan sorprendida en la que Minho abría los ojos sorprendido.

  –  ¿Cómo te enteraste? – Cuestionó sin poder creerlo.

  – Pues, comencé a tener sospechas cuando al crecer siempre permanecimos juntos, a mí ya me gustabas desde siempre, pero tenía dudas de si yo también te gustaba. – Taemin sonrió de medio lado ante los recuerdos que siempre le traían alegría a su corazón. – Cuando mis padres tenían la intención de cambiarme una vez de escuela y tú fuiste con ellos pidiéndoles que por favor no lo hicieran, me pareció muy lindo y sospechoso.

    Ah, claro que Minho recordaba eso, aquella vez en que llegó a casa de Taemin alterado cuando este le envió un avión de papel desde su ventana con lágrimas en sus ojos. Entonces fue a casa del menor en pijama –recordó que eso ocurrió cuando él tenía unos 14 años– y le rogó a sus padres que no cambiaran al niño de escuela, que siempre lo cuidaría y se aseguraría de que sus calificaciones mejoran. Dijo todo tipo de cosas que conmovieron a los Lee para que su hijo permaneciera en esa escuela.

    –  La vez en que alejaste a Onew hyung de mi cuando me pidió salir con él me hiso pensar muchas cosas, estaba casi seguro de que tu también me querías pero aun me faltaba una última prueba.

  Cierto, esa ocasión en donde un chico mayor a ellos y de brillante personalidad llegó a Taemin pidiéndole una cita, en ese momento una parte oscura de él salió a luz y no permitió a Taemin contestar ni a Onew acercarse más al menor, después de todo, aunque no fuera algo que había dicho alguna vez en voz alta todos sabían que Lee Taemin era de Choi Minho. Después de eso Onew se rindió al ver como el menor al parecer también estaba interesado en el deportista, pero consiguió hacerse amigo muy cercano de ambos.

  –  Pero cuando aquella chica que se te declaró hace varios meses pidió hablar contigo en privado, no lo sé, los seguí en secreto, estaba muy celoso en esos momentos. – Le dio un pequeño golpe indoloro al hombro del mayor causando en éste algunas risas por su linda actitud. – En el momento en que se te declaró pensé que había perdido mi oportunidad, pero cuando la rechazaste y ella te preguntó si ya había alguien más para ti y asentiste, fue allí cuando lo supe, que tú también me correspondías.

    Por supuesto, ese momento en que Minho la rechazó amablemente fue escuchado por el menor, pero lo que Taemin no había escuchado es que aquella chica había preguntado por ese chico, le preguntó directamente si se trataba de Taemin quien ocupaba su corazón, y él se quedó callado, y como quien dice el que calla otorga.

    Aun recordaba ese momento, cuando la joven le preguntó por qué.

    ¿Por qué amaba a Lee Taemin?

    Porque era la persona que su corazón había elegido para hacerlo feliz.

    –  Nunca te lo dije porque quería que tú mismo me lo dijeras. – Finalizó aclarando un último punto.

  Entre tanto Minho no sabía si reír o llorar por ser tan obvio que hasta Taemin notó lo que sentía por él.

    –  Pero no te quedes con la boca abierta, ya saber que tú también me gustas. – Bromeó para luego volver a depositar un cálido beso en los labios del deportista.

  Y Minho decidió que era mejor sonreír, porque ahora que Taemin le besaba tan dulcemente sabía que desde ahora nunca más volvería a irse sin él, ni él lo dejaría alejarse tan siquiera un poco.

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"Why are you here?"

You roll your eyes, barely glancing up at the person standing in front of you, your voice dripping with boredom.

"I'm here because I miss you," he replies, winking at you in that infuriating way that always makes you cringe.

You’re in your living room, buried in your textbooks, when this boy suddenly appears in front of you, as if someone summoned him from nowhere.

Minho.

He’s your brother Jisung’s best friend in the entire world—or so they claim. There’s a three-year gap between you and them. They’re in their final year of college, while you’re just a freshman.

You would give him a proper introduction, but the truth is, you can't stand him. You’ve hated him ever since you were 15. He and Jisung have always loved teasing you, making your life miserable whenever they could.

"Jisung! Your favorite family member is here!" you shout, unable to handle Minho’s relentless teasing any longer. Sure, you’re in college now and supposed to be more mature (or so you tell yourself), but after years of dealing with them, you’ve become accustomed to hating their antics.

"I wasn’t even part of the family… but I guess I will be after I marry one of the family members," Minho smirks, his voice dripping with mischief.

"Then go marry my brother," you retort, your expression as nonchalant as ever.

He laughs and casually snatches the book you were studying. You’re so used to his flirty teasing by now that it barely fazes you.

It all started back in high school when Jisung teased you relentlessly, convinced you had a crush on Minho. He found it on your pink diary and read it out loud, complete with the cheesy music that played whenever you opened it. (Well, you did have a crush on Minho back then, but it faded over time.)

Jisung teased you so much that you cried your eyes out, and then he told Minho all about it, sparking years of torment.

"Oh no, my sister might actually ace her exams now that she’s seen her only inspiration," Jisung chimes in as he walks down the stairs, pulling on a t-shirt. You roll your eyes at him too.

"I think I should come over more often. I might just make your sister the top student," Minho adds with a grin.

There goes your peaceful day.

But thankfully, they don’t bother you too much, as they soon move to the kitchen to eat. You try to refocus on your studies, but chemistry is giving you a hard time, so you pop in your earbuds and pull up a tutorial on YouTube. Just as you’re getting into it, a glass of orange juice and a muffin appear on your table (or rather, on top of your notebook).

"Eat, little devil. Food helps you focus more," Jisung says, placing the snacks down.

You mumble a quick thanks, thinking he’ll leave, but instead, he plops down on the couch behind you. You’re sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, your books and notes spread out on the coffee table in front of you. Then, without a care in the world, Jisung props his legs up on the table, acting as if your things are invisible.

You were almost touched by your brother’s gesture… but never mind.

"Yah!" You glare at him, but he just shrugs and turns on the TV, putting on a movie. A minute later, Minho joins him.

"What are you studying, kid?" Minho asks, even though he’s already glanced at your book.

"None of your business."

"Oh, is that a new subject? I’ve never heard of it before."

Argh.

"You should help her, Minho. I heard from her professor that she scored low on a quiz," Jisung says, his tone annoyingly casual.

How does he know that?

"Really?" Minho leans forward, peering at what you’re writing. "Well, chemistry is indeed tough."

"Help her out. You always got high scores in that subject back in the day."

You’re listening to them while half-heartedly writing, your earbuds now turned down low. You’re trying to pretend they’re just ghosts, but hearing them talk about your struggles in chemistry makes you want to join the conversation.

"Sure, if you give me that game console," Minho quips.

"On second thought, I think my sister will manage just fine."

Arghhh.

You can’t take it anymore. You gather up your things, smack your brother’s leg, and stomp upstairs.

Later, you’re back in your study area, trying to focus again when there’s a knock on your door. It can only be one of them since the three of you are the only ones at home. Your parents are working, even on a Sunday.

"What?!" you yell, your irritation clear.

You’re about to open the door when it swings open on its own, revealing Minho.

"You shouldn’t talk like that to your tutor," he says, flicking your forehead.

"Ow!"

Tutor? Jisung must’ve given him the console.

You don’t bother complaining because, aside from being tired… well, yeah, you’re just too tired.

"You should listen well, okay? If you don’t, we won’t get married," Minho teases, treating you like a child as always. You hate it, but you’re too drained to argue.

"Okay." You roll your eyes for the ninth time and settle in to listen as he starts to explain.

The tutorial is full of bickering and Minho’s relentless teasing, but unexpectedly, you finally understand the material. Your questions are answered, and for the first time in a while, you feel a bit of relief.

"Thank you," you say as you bid him goodbye.

"Goodbye. Let me know when you get home. And say hi to your baby cats for me," your brother says, waving Minho off.

"How did your chemistry exam go?"

You’re happy with your results and you share them with Minho.

"I got an almost perfect score!"

"Really?" He messes up your hair. "Then you should thank me. You owe me."

"I’ll get Jisung’s console for you," you joke

Minho is at your house again. He says they have a group study session, but Jisung isn’t home yet. You both settled into the living room, the hum of the TV in the background as Minho lounged on the couch, his legs stretched out comfortably. You took a seat on the floor, leaning against the couch, your study materials spread out on the coffee table.

“So, what else do you need help with, little genius?” Minho teased, nudging your shoulder with his foot.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I don’t need your help again, Mr. Top Student. I can manage just fine on my own.”

Minho chuckled, the sound light and teasing. “Sure, you can. But remember, you owe me for that almost perfect score. I think I might start charging for my tutoring services.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.

Minho leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, his expression softening slightly. “You know, you’re pretty impressive. Balancing all this studying and still managing to have a sense of humor.”

You felt a small flutter in your stomach at his words, a sensation that caught you off guard. You quickly masked it with a smirk. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Minho.”

He grinned, leaning back against the couch. “Who says I’m flattering you? I’m just stating facts.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words got caught in your throat when you met his gaze. There was something different in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. The usual playful glint was still there, but beneath it was a warmth that made you feel… special.

You quickly looked away, focusing on the notes in front of you, trying to shake off the unexpected feeling. “Anyway, where’s this group of yours? I thought you were supposed to be studying.”

Minho shrugged, casually twirling a pen between his fingers. “They’re running late. I guess they’re not as eager to study as I am.”

“Right, because you’re so eager,” you muttered, the sarcasm clear in your voice.

He chuckled again, the sound warm and familiar. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to hang out with you. You’re much more fun than Jisung.”

Your heart fluttered again, and you bit your lip, trying to keep your cool. “You’re just saying that because I actually study, unlike my brother.”

“True,” he agreed, his tone light. “But also because you’re interesting. I never know what you’re going to say next.”

You were about to respond when you heard the front door open and Jisung’s voice echo through the house. “I’m back! Did I miss anything?”

You quickly straightened up, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment that your brother had arrived. Minho, however, just smiled, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes as he leaned over and whispered in your ear, “We’ll continue this later.”

Your breath hitched at the closeness, and for a moment, you couldn’t think of a single thing to say. As Minho pulled back with a wink, you felt the butterflies in your stomach take flight.

Jisung entered the living room, oblivious to the tension that had suddenly filled the air. “Hey, what are you two up to?”

“Just studying,” Minho replied casually, as if nothing had happened, though the smirk on his face told a different story.

You nodded, trying to compose yourself. “Yeah, just studying.”

But as you glanced at Minho, who was now chatting with your brother like everything was normal, you couldn’t help but wonder if things between you had just shifted in a way you hadn’t expected. And as much as you tried to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the fact that, for the first time, Minho’s teasing had made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite understand.

You were walking through the university courtyard, your thoughts scattered as you mentally planned your study schedule for the rest of the day. It had been a busy week, and you were looking forward to some peace and quiet when you suddenly spotted Minho across the way. He was chatting animatedly with a girl, her laughter ringing out as he carried a stack of books for her.

You instinctively slowed your pace, your eyes lingering on them for a moment longer than you intended. The girl was pretty, with a bright smile and an easygoing vibe that made her seem instantly likable. She playfully nudged Minho with her shoulder, and he grinned back at her, that familiar teasing spark in his eyes.

For a second, you considered changing your route, avoiding the interaction altogether. But then you stopped yourself. Why would you do that? It’s not like it mattered. It wasn’t like you cared who Minho was talking to, or how close they seemed. Right?

So you took a deep breath and kept walking, your expression carefully neutral as you approached them. As you got closer, Minho caught sight of you, and his grin widened.

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” he called out, his voice full of mock surprise. “You just couldn’t resist, could you? Saw my handsome face and had to come over.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “Oh please, I just happened to be walking by. Don’t flatter yourself.”

The girl next to him laughed at your banter, and you noticed the way she lightly slapped his arm, a gesture that spoke of familiarity. It was clear they were close. Your eyes flickered to her, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny pang of something—what was it? Jealousy? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you quickly pushed it down.

Minho noticed your glance and, as if reading your mind, raised an eyebrow. “Ah, sorry. Where are my manners? This is Seoyun, a friend from my class. Seoyun, this is my little genius here,” he added with a teasing smirk.

You gave her a polite nod, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped at the word “friend.” “Nice to meet you, Seoyun.”

“Nice to meet you too!” she replied cheerfully. “Minho’s told me a lot about you. He says you’re quite the brainiac.”

You shot Minho a look, and he just grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Yeah, well, someone’s got to keep him in line,” you said, your tone light but with a hint of sarcasm.

Seoyun laughed again, and you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable they seemed together. It was… unsettling in a way you couldn’t quite pinpoint. But you weren’t about to dwell on it.

“Well, I’ve got to get going,” you said, glancing at your watch. “Places to be, things to study.”

“Always so busy,” Minho said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “But you know, all work and no play…”

“…keeps you out of trouble,” you finished for him with a smirk. “But don’t worry about me. I’ll manage.”

Seoyun smiled at you again, giving a little wave. “It was nice meeting you. Hopefully, we’ll see each other around.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you replied, waving back before turning to continue on your way.

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder, just once, to see Minho and Seoyun laughing together as they continued their conversation. You tried to ignore the uneasy feeling that settled in your chest, brushing it off as nothing.

‘She must be his girlfriend,’ you thought to yourself, trying to sound nonchalant even in your own mind. And then you shrugged, forcing yourself to focus on your day ahead. ‘Why would I care?’

But even as you walked away, you couldn’t quite shake the image of them together, the way they seemed to fit so naturally. And for the first time, Minho’s teasing didn’t just annoy you—it made you feel something deeper, something you weren’t ready to face just yet.

“Hey.”

You looked up at the voice calling your name. It was Jeongin, your classmate.

“We got paired for the presentation,” he reminded you. Oh! You remembered now, probably too occupied with other subjects to focus on this. “If you don’t mind, can we start after class? That way we’ll finish early and can focus on other things.”

“Sure,” you agreed, appreciating his practical suggestion.

“Great. We should head to a coffee shop after this.”

After class, you walked together, discussing the presentation details. Jeongin had some good ideas, and you found yourself easily slipping into a productive conversation. The atmosphere between you two was relaxed, and soon you arrived at the coffee shop.

“What do you want?” Jeongin asked as you both approached the counter.

“Latte, please,” you replied, smiling. “Thanks.”

As Jeongin went to order, you scanned the room, your eyes landing on a familiar figure. Minho. He was with a group of friends, casually chatting. When he looked up, his gaze met yours. He smirked at you, and you were about to wave, but then he broke the eye contact and turned his attention back to the person next to him. You scanned the group quickly, noticing your brother wasn’t there.

You tried to focus on your work, but you kept catching Minho glancing at you from the corner of your eye. For the first time, you wondered what he thought of seeing you with another guy. The idea made you smirk a little, enjoying the small twist of the situation. Minho, always so sure of himself, might just be a little thrown off by this.

Jeongin returned with your latte and his own drink, setting them down on the table.

“Ready to get started?” he asked, pulling out his notes.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” you replied, pushing the thoughts of Minho to the back of your mind—for now, at least.

You were studying in the living room, the soft murmur of a video tutorial explaining organic chemistry filling the space. You were too focused to notice Minho entering your house until his voice broke through your concentration.

“Hey, my favorite person,” he greeted with a playful smile.

You glanced around, looking behind you and to the sides. “My brother’s not here,” you stated, raising an eyebrow at him.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Of course you are the one I meant. My favorite person.”

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “If Soonie, Doongie, and Dori were people, they’d be your favorites.”

“Of course,” he agreed, his tone light.

You returned to your studies, but Minho didn’t leave. Instead, he plopped down on the couch, stretching out as if he had all the time in the world. You tried to ignore him, but it wasn’t long before he broke the silence again.

“So, who was that guy you were with at the café earlier?” His tone was casual, but you could feel the underlying curiosity.

You hesitated, not sure how to respond. You didn’t have to be honest, but something made you want to see how he would react. “He’s a suitor,” you said nonchalantly, not looking up from your notebook.

Minho’s expression shifted slightly, but he quickly masked it, leaning back with a smirk. “A suitor, huh? I should tell your brother. Maybe he’ll confiscate your phone so you can focus on studying.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a spark of irritation. “I’m not a kid, Minho. I can decide who I want to spend time with.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Oh, really? You’re still just a freshman. You should focus on your studies instead of getting distracted by things like relationships.”

Your irritation grew. “What about you? You’re in a relationship with that girl you were walking with, but I can’t be in one?”

Minho’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before he quickly composed himself. He knew you were jealous, and he had to hide the smile threatening to break through. “So, you were jealous?” he teased, leaning forward.

You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, and you stood up abruptly, gathering your things. “I’m not jealous,” you snapped, turning on your heel to head back to your room.

As you walked away, Minho couldn’t help but smile. He knew you were, even if you wouldn’t admit it, and that only made him like you more.

Life continues as usual, with your brother Jisung and Minho still finding every opportunity to tease you. Tomorrow is their graduation day, and as you walk into your brother's room to borrow a math book, you decide to ask him a question that's been on your mind.

"Jisung, what’s your plan after graduation?"

You’re genuinely curious, even if you’d never admit it to his face. Despite all the sibling rivalry, you’re proud of him for making it this far.

"Probably end up unemployed," he replies with a shrug.

You give him a deadpan look. What answer did you expect, anyway?

"Obviously, I’ll take the board exam first, then start job hunting," he says while folding his clothes. Then he glances at you, squinting. "You’re not asking because you’re curious about Minho, are you?"

Yeah…no!

You quickly throw a pillow at him, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Do you really think my world revolves around him?" Jisung catches the pillow and smirks, clearly not convinced.

"Even if you don't ask about Minho, I'll tell you anyway. Remember when I told you to spend more time with him? You should’ve listened, because after graduation, he’s going abroad. There’s a job offer waiting for him."

Oh…

You manage a nonchalant nod, but as you leave his room, the news weighs heavily on your mind.

That night, as you lie in bed, you can’t help but replay Jisung’s words over and over. Minho is leaving. The thought sends a strange ache through your chest. You try to tell yourself that it’s not a big deal, that his absence won’t matter—but deep down, you know it will.

Graduation day arrives in a whirlwind of excitement. Your parents are there, beaming with pride, and you stand among the crowd, clutching a bouquet of flowers. You watch as your brother and his friends, including Minho, happily pose for group pictures, congratulating each other and hugging in celebration of finally finishing their studies. The joy is infectious, but there's a tinge of sadness in your heart.

Minho is leaving.

The thought lingers, even as you force yourself to focus on the present moment.

"Hey, little devil, take a picture of us," your brother calls out to you. You roll your eyes at the nickname but comply, grabbing the Polaroid camera hanging around your neck. It is his day, after all.

You snap the picture, capturing their bright smiles and laughter. The moment is perfect, but it tugs at your heartstrings.

Minho is leaving.

No matter how much you’ve pretended to hate him, the truth is, you’re going to miss him more than you’d like to admit.

"Are these my flowers?" your brother asks, reaching for the bouquet in your hands. You quickly hide it behind your back.

"They’re not yours! Mom has your flowers," you retort, giving him a playful glare.

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief, probably know what you are planning. "Okay, okay, I get it."

Just then, Minho approaches you, his usual teasing grin in place. "Can you take a picture of me? So you’ll have a souvenir picture of me," he said with a wink.

Pushing aside the urge to roll your eyes. Today, you’re happy for him, even if it’s bittersweet.

"Ha ha ha, I’m honored," you reply with mock sarcasm, but you can’t help laughing with him. You snap the picture, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest.

"We should take a picture together too," he says suddenly, taking the camera from your hands. He hands it to one of his classmates and stands beside you, draping an arm over your shoulder. You try to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks, secretly pleased to have a picture with him. You’re going to miss him.

After the picture is taken, you slowly extend the bouquet toward him. "These are for you. Congratulations."

Minho’s eyes light up with surprise and genuine happiness as he takes the flowers. "It’s my first time receiving flowers. I’m blushing," he says with a laugh. Then, with a mischievous grin, he adds, "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend? Wait, I need to think about it."

He presses a finger to his temple, pretending to be deep in thought.

You slap his arm lightly, laughing. "It’s a farewell gift, you idiot."

"Wait, you should give me more time to think," he says, closing his eyes dramatically. After a few seconds, he opens them with a playful glint. "Yes. I will be your boyfriend."

You freeze, caught off guard. What?

"So from now on, you’re my girlfriend," he declares, and before you can react, he leans in and plants a quick kiss on your lips.

Your mind spins as his words sink in. "I promised myself I’d wait until you graduate, but I can’t help it—especially since I’m going far away, someone might take you from me." he says softly and laughs, messing with your hair. "So wait for me, okay? I promise I’ll come back to you."

It takes a moment, but you finally manage a small nod, a smile tugging at your lips.

Minho smiles back, his eyes filled with warmth.

You realize then,

more than ever,

that you want him

just as much as he wants you.

the blue sticky note

(final chapter)

straykids x reader!! OT8 x reader!! skz x reader!! word count: 6.1K

bsn ending wherein; because of that blue sticky note you eventually found the answer of what you really want. keeping them all.

warning: lots of kissing!!

(an; this was finally finished and i promised i loved anything about this story. please read it!!!) an2: sorry for slow updates if i literally can kick my profs for sending piles of 'to do's ill do it TT

part 1 and part 2

you already knew who you wanted to choose. But the thought of hurting the others, of breaking the delicate balance between you all, was too much to bear.

Or maybe… you don’t have to choose at all?

Could you love them all? Is that even possible?

You wanted to be selfish—keep everyone for yourself. But was that really an option?

You mulled over the thought, the weight of it sinking in. No matter how much you cared for them, you couldn't afford to lose these friendships. You loved them all too much. But how could you tell them that?

After that night, you stayed up thinking—thinking until you found an answer.

You wouldn’t risk this bond. You’d keep the friendship intact.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your university uniform. Your reflection felt unfamiliar, as if the confident facade you were building couldn’t quite cover the turmoil inside. Grabbing a scrunchie, you held it between your lips while bundling your hair into a neat ponytail. The makeup you applied was more like armor—a thin mask meant to conceal the emotional mess swirling beneath the surface.

Everything had to seem normal.

With a steadying breath, you left your apartment and pressed the elevator button. Moments later, the doors slid open, revealing Felix standing there with a soft, familiar smile that never failed to send a flutter through your chest.

“Morning,” he greeted, his voice carrying that warm tone that always seemed to break through your defenses. His gaze swept over you, a teasing sparkle dancing in his eyes.

Heat rose to your cheeks, your heart skipping at the way he looked at you. You stepped into the elevator, already feeling the pressure of his presence beside you.

“You look beautiful,” Felix murmured, his voice lower now, as his eyes lingered on your face for a beat too long.

Your breath caught in your throat. You turned your head quickly, trying to hide the color spreading across your cheeks. His words, though simple, held more weight than usual, and your pulse raced as you tried to maintain composure.

“Thanks,” you whispered, a small, shy smile tugging at your lips.

Felix chuckled softly, the sound causing a shiver to run down your spine. Leaning casually against the wall, his eyes never left you. The space between you felt smaller than it was, the air thick with an unspoken energy. Before you could process it, you found yourself backed into the corner, Felix close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. But you didn’t push him away. You couldn’t.

His gaze locked with yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and instinctively, you bit your lower lip, a nervous habit you couldn’t quite suppress. The tension was palpable, a current running between the two of you, pulling you closer without either of you making a move.

Just as he leaned in, the elevator dinged softly, the doors sliding open to reveal a mother and her child. You jumped back, lightly pushing Felix aside as your heart raced. The interruption was abrupt, jolting you out of the moment.

Felix let out a quiet laugh, clearly amused by how flustered you were, while you pretended nothing had happened, your eyes glued to the elevator floor.

Once you reached the lobby, you walked side by side, though the awkwardness was all yours. Felix seemed entirely unfazed, his lips curled into a small, knowing smile.

“I should get to class now,” you said, breaking the silence, though your feet felt rooted in place.

“If my car wasn’t still in the shop, I’d drive you,” Felix replied with a casual shrug, though the faint hint of disappointment in his voice didn’t escape you.

“It’s fine,” you responded, waving it off as if it didn’t matter. But neither of you moved.

For a moment, Felix’s eyes softened, searching yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip. He leaned in, his face so close now that you could feel his breath against your skin. Without thinking, you rose onto your tiptoes, as if your bodies were drawn together by some invisible force.

And then, with no hesitation, Felix kissed you.

It was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if testing the waters. You froze for a second, surprised by how sudden it all was. But as his lips moved against yours, warm and gentle, you found yourself melting into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck instinctively, deepening the kiss. Time seemed to slow, everything else fading into the background.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the feeling of Felix’s lips on yours.

--

You were still a little breathless as you waited at the bus stop. You replayed the kiss in your mind, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. But before you could dwell on it too long, a car pulled up in front of you.

At first, you didn’t pay it any attention, thinking it was just another passerby. But then the window rolled down, revealing Changbin behind the wheel.

“Need a ride to school?” he asked with a grin.

You blinked, surprised but pleased. “Changbin! Is this a new car?” you asked, rushing over.

He nodded shyly. “Yeah, birthday gift.”

You opened the passenger door, sliding in. “Wow, I’m the first one to ride in it?”

Changbin chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yep. You’re the lucky one.”

The seat still had the plastic covers on, making you laugh. “Damn, Changbin, you’re living the life!”

He just shook his head, smiling as he pulled the car out of the stop and onto the road.

Throughout the ride, you chatted about light things, avoiding any mention of the party or anything that might feel too personal. Changbin seemed just as relieved to keep the conversation easygoing.

“I was thinking,” you said, your eyes on the road ahead, “we should have our monthly friendship night at Jeongin’s place again.”

Changbin glanced at you, clearly surprised. After everything that had happened, he thought you might want to pull away from the group. But here you were, suggesting you all hang out like old times.

“Really?” he asked, his voice careful.

“Yeah, why not? We can watch a horror movie, order some food, and crash there like always,” you said with a lightness in your tone.

Changbin smiled, a wave of relief washing over him. He had been worried that things would never be the same after the confessions, but maybe… maybe things could go back to normal after all.

“We could do it at my place too,” Changbin offered casually.

You raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you have a place?”

“Birthday gift,” he said, shrugging again.

You stared at him wide-eyed. “Changbin, how does it feel to be rich?”

He burst out laughing. “Trust me, it’s not that glamorous. But you should come by and check it out sometime.”

“Absolutely,” you grinned, feeling lighter.

When you arrived at the university, you hopped out of the car before Changbin could even offer to open the door for you. He sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. He wanted to treat you like a princess—he wanted to spoil you, take care of you. But you always beat him to it, never letting him pamper you the way he wanted.

He caught up to you, taking your handbag without a word. You didn’t protest, just smiled softly, falling in step beside him as you both walked toward the building.

--

Hyunjin was expecting to see you hiding out again from your PE class when he spotted you lying on the clinic bed. The sight of you made him smile, a smile you quickly returned. He thought that after not replying to any of his messages, you needed some space. But seeing you now, it was a relief. He was happy to see you.

“Hi,” you greeted with a small wave.

“Hello,” Hyunjin replied, still smiling, his hands finding their way into the pockets of his white coat.

“I need medicine,” you said dramatically, flopping back onto the bed with exaggerated exhaustion.

Hyunjin almost stopped breathing at the sight of you. He didn’t know why, but after everything that had happened recently, you looked extra attractive to him right now, even while lying there dramatically.

“What kind of medicine?” he asked, raising a curious brow.

“Is there a cure for my cuteness?” you teased, striking a cute pose before bursting into laughter.

Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head at your antics. “After finding out everyone likes you, you're really leaning into it, huh?” he teased back, crossing his arms.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I don’t even know what you guys see in me. Did I flirt with you all or something?”

Hyunjin sat on the stool beside the bed, his expression softening. “No, you were just being yourself. That’s probably the reason why.”

You pointed at yourself in disbelief. “So, I’m a flirt now?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re not. You're just... you. And maybe that’s why people find you attractive, even if you don’t realize it.”

You smirked, snapping your fingers. “So, you fell in love with me because of my blood, huh? I knew it. My bodily fluids are magical,” you joked with a playful glint in your eyes.

Hyunjin laughed loudly, the sound filling the clinic. You never failed to make him laugh.

“Well, since you’re asking...” he leaned back, crossing his legs, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “I think it’s definitely because of your blood.” He burst into laughter again.

It felt good, having a conversation like this. It was easy, light, like nothing had changed between the two of you, despite everything.

“You’re a vampire,” you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“Just kidding,” he grinned. “But honestly, have you seen yourself? You should never be my type, but for some reason, here we are.”

“Did my love potion finally work?” you wondered aloud, pretending to be deep in thought.

“I knew it! You must’ve slipped something into my coffee when you made it for me that one time,” Hyunjin teased, laughing.

“Oh no, I’ve been exposed,” you giggled, sharing a playful look with him.

The laughter continued, eventually fading into a comfortable silenece. Hyunjin looked at you with genuine admiration, his eyes softening. “Really. You don’t know how precious you are to me,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

His words caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks flush under his sincere gaze. It wasn’t like Hyunjin to get this serious, but the way he said it, you knew he meant every word.

“Thank you,” you replied quietly, trying to hide the blush spreading across your face. You weren’t used to him being so direct about his feelings.

“I don’t know, but I feel like I should take better care of myself because of you guys,” you said with a light laugh.

“We will take care of you then,” Hyunjin said with a warm smile.

You both smiled at each other, the connection between you palpable.

“If you become a doctor in the future, you better give me lifetime free hospital fees,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood again.

Hyunjin let out a hearty laugh, the sound filling the room once more. “Of course! How could I charge my favorite patient? I’ll make sure you never pay a single cent,” he grinned, his hand reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately.

“You know,” Hyunjin said, breaking the silence again, “if I ever do become a doctor, I’d be happy to take care of you. But not because I want to treat you.” His voice dropped slightly, more serious now. “It’s because… you make everything better … “

You blinked at him, caught off guard again by his sudden sincerity.

“Well, I hope you never have to treat me, because that would mean I’m in the hospital,” you joked, trying to hide how his words affected you.

--

“I missed you, my daughter!” you exclaimed the moment you saw the familiar white fur of Minho’s cat approaching. Without a second thought, you rushed to scoop her up in your arms. As expected, the cat was unimpressed, immediately swatting at you, but it didn’t stop you from showering her with affection.

“And I missed you, too, Mommy,” Minho suddenly appeared in front of you, mimicking a high-pitched voice like he was a cat.

You put the cat down, who quickly escaped your grasp, and turned to Minho. He was looking at you with a soft, almost relieved smile.

Minho had thought you’d be upset with him after the way he acted at the party. But seeing you act like everything was okay—it made him breathe easier. But... was this just you pretending again? He couldn’t tell.

Then, you walked up to him and greeted him with a quick peck on the lips.

A peck?

On his lips?

Minho froze.

You acted like it was nothing, like you didn’t just leave him stunned in place. “Where are your other cats?” you asked casually, looking around his apartment.

It took him a moment to gather his thoughts, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch his lips. “Uh, they’re at my mother’s place,” he stammered.

You laughed lightly, brushing past him as you continued into his apartment, leaving Minho standing there, completely dumbfounded.

What just happened?

He turned and watched you head into the kitchen, still trying to wrap his head around the kiss.

“Uh, do you want something to eat? Drink?” he asked, following you in, his voice a bit shaky.

"I came for your cooking, Minho. That's why I'm here," you said with a laugh.

Minho blinked, his brain finally catching up. Right, you had messaged him earlier, saying you wanted noodles and that you were thinking about him. That important detail had completely slipped his mind after the unexpected kiss.

“Yes, of course. For you, I’ll make it,” he said, still feeling a bit off balance.

“Thank you, Minho. I love you,” you smirked at him and then left the kitchen, calling for your 'daughter' again.

Minho froze once more.

What just happened?

Minho was usually the one to fluster you, the one to make you speechless. But now...

He shook his head, smiling to himself. Did you finally acknowledge his feelings for you?

With that thought lingering in his mind, he began preparing the most delicious noodles for you.

“I love it so much!” you exclaimed as you finished your bowl of noodles, setting it down with a satisfied sigh. Minho sat across from you, resting his head in his palm, watching you intently with a soft smile. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time.

You tried to ignore the warmth in your chest. “Now,” he started, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, “can you explain to me why you kissed me earlier?”

You expected to blush and look away in embarrassment, but instead, you met his gaze and smiled knowingly. “I think friends kiss.”

“Do they now?” Minho chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup,” you said confidently, crossing your arms.

“Well, if that’s the case, then I have to say, your kiss wasn’t nearly enough,” Minho laughed, leaning forward as he pulled you into another kiss.

This time, you smiled against his lips, not pulling away.

--

Han wasn’t in the library today, which was a rare occurrence. Instead, you found him sitting under the narra tree in the field, the afternoon sun casting a soft glow around him. He spotted you before you even had the chance to call out, waving excitedly.

"Hey! Over here!" Jisung called, his smile so wide that his cheeks puffed up in that adorable way that made you want to pinch them.

You walked over, and he patted the spot beside him on the grass. As you sat down, he immediately draped his jacket over your lap, ever the gentleman. You smiled at the gesture and the way his grin seemed to make the world a little brighter.

"You’re done with the library already?" you asked, settling next to him.

Jisung let out a small sigh and nodded. "Yep. Done as in done with it for good."

You blinked, processing his words. "Wait, what? You quit?"

He nodded again, his smile soft, almost bittersweet. "Yeah. I realized I was just using the job to keep myself busy."

You placed a comforting hand on his back, stroking it gently before moving to his hair. "You did well, Jisungie," you murmured, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "I’m proud of you for doing your best."

He beamed at your words, a little of that sadness easing away. "Thanks… And, well, I think I’m going to take music as my major too."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Really? That’s amazing! I always thought you were destined for something like that."

He chuckled, glancing off into the distance. "Yeah. I guess I finally realized I love producing music, like Chan hyung."

Pride welled up inside you, and you threw your arms around him, squeezing him tightly. "Jisung, this is huge! You finally found what you love."

He hugged you back just as tightly. "Thank you. You were a big part of it, you know."

You pulled away, shaking your head with a smile. "No, you did this on your own. I just cheered you on."

He looked at you with that soft sincerity that always seemed to catch you off guard. "You were always my inspiration."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "So, if something goes wrong, you’re gonna blame me?"

Jisung let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Of course not! You’ve always been right for me."

The honesty in his words made your heart swell. You couldn’t help but tease him. "Really? Well, it’s an honor then."

"Why are you always playful in moments like this?" he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Because I love seeing you happy," you said, your tone softening.

Jisung smiled, his eyes holding a warmth that melted you inside. "You just existing makes me happy."

You knew Jisung wasn’t always one to express his emotions openly, especially in your friend group, but seeing this side of him—this vulnerable, open side—made you cherish him even more. Without a word, you pulled him into another hug, this one filled with all the love and gratitude you had for him and the others.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you guys," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "You’ve all made my life so much brighter."

Jisung squeezed you tighter. "No. We should be saying that to you."

--

When you entered your classroom, the first thing that caught your attention was Seungmin’s new haircut. You couldn’t help but stare—it suited him so well, better than you imagined. His previous blonde hair had its charm, but this short black look was on a whole other level.

“Seungmin, you look amazing,” you blurted out, unable to hide your admiration.

He smiled at you, running a hand through his hair, clearly enjoying the compliment. His messy locks only added to the effect, and you found yourself thinking how attractive he looked.

“I love your haircut, Seungmin!” Yuji suddenly appeared, throwing in her own compliment.

A surge of possessiveness hit you—an unfamiliar feeling, but one you couldn’t deny. You had wanted to keep Seungmin to yourself after that night, after he had told you how much he wanted to be by your side.

Without thinking, you grabbed his hand. “Let me borrow him for a bit,” you said to Yuji, your voice light but your grip firm as you pulled him away.

Seungmin didn’t protest, his eyes curious but amused as you led him to a quieter corner.

Once there, you pushed him against the wall, your heart racing. “You’re too hot, Seungmin,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his before you kissed him deeply.

Seungmin froze, shocked by your boldness, but it didn’t take long for him to kiss you back, his hands wrapping around your waist. By the time you pulled away, you were both panting, cheeks flushed.

“Wow,” Seungmin breathed out, his lips still slightly parted.

You covered your face in embarrassment, realizing what you had just done. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I did that.”

Seungmin laughed softly, pulling your hands away from your face. “Don’t be. I loved it.”

You giggled, pushing him lightly when he tried to lean in again. “This is all your fault.”

“If I had known this was my reward, I would have gotten a haircut sooner,” he teased.

“You should’ve,” you said with a playful grin, and the two of you laughed together, the tension easing between you.

--

You were adjusting the guitar strings in your hands, making sure it was in tune as Jeongin sat across from you, watching silently. He was a year younger than you, but sometimes you felt like he was much more mature.

Once you were satisfied, you strummed a few chords, then glanced up at him with a smile. Without saying anything, you started playing IU’s “Blueming,” your voice filling the music room with a soft, sweet melody.

Jeongin’s eyes never left you as you played. You had always admired his voice, and he would often sing for you. But this was the first time you had picked up a guitar and sang for him.

As you finished the song, Jeongin clapped, his eyes shining with admiration. “You don’t know how beautiful you are right now,” he said softly, his voice sincere.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Really? Then call me noona,” you teased.

Normally, he would cringe at the thought, but seeing you laugh made him smile. “Really? You want me to be your brother? Is that final?” he challenged.

“Will you let me?” you countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not,” he laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“Then I won’t either,” you chuckled.

Jeongin carefully took the guitar from your hands, strumming a melody you didn’t immediately recognize. But when he started singing the first lyrics, your eyes lit up. It was DAY6’s “Beautiful Feeling.”

His voice was soft, warm, as he sang the first line, and you couldn’t help but harmonize with him.

As the song continued, you exchanged glances, singing together, your voices blending perfectly.

“This song right now,” Jeongin sang softly, his eyes locked on yours, “might just sound like another love song...”

You smiled, your heart feeling light as you harmonized, “But this beautiful feeling... it’s beautiful.”

Jeongin’s gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips. He stopped strumming, leaning in slowly, hesitating.

You could feel the tension, the uncertainty, but you didn’t wait for him to decide. Instead, you closed the gap, pulling him into a kiss.

And, as Jeongin had sung, it truly was a beautiful feeling.

--

Later that evening, you were lounging in bed when your phone rang. Chan’s name popped up on the screen.

"Hey," you answered, still laying down. "What’s up?"

"I’m picking you up. We’re going somewhere," Chan’s voice came through the line, teasingly mysterious.

You immediately shot up, excitement bubbling in your chest. "Wait, where are we going?"

"Somewhere special," he said, laughter in his voice.

"Are you on your way already?" you asked, scrambling out of bed.

"No rush. I’m stuck in traffic, so you’ve got time to get ready."

You groaned dramatically. "Chan, it takes me an hour to get ready!"

He chuckled on the other end. "I know. So wear something pretty. You’ll like where we’re going."

"Pretty, pretty?" you clarified, excitement buzzing through your veins.

"Yes, pretty pretty."

You hung up immediately, throwing yourself into getting ready as quickly as possible.

By the time you were done, Chan was already waiting downstairs—well, according to him, you finished in record time, but you knew he had been waiting for at least fifteen minutes. When you stepped outside, his eyes lit up.

"Wow," he breathed, taking your hand and spinning you around. "You look gorgeous."

You laughed, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. "You don’t look too bad yourself."

Like a true gentleman, he opened the passenger door for you and even placed his hand over your head to protect you as you got in. The simple gesture made your heart flutter.

As he settled into the driver’s seat, you couldn’t help but ask, "Are we going on a date?"

"Yes," he said, glancing at you with a grin. "Right after I pick up my award."

You blinked in confusion. "Wait, what? What award?"

"My work got recognized," he said nonchalantly, his eyes shining with happiness.

Your heart burst with pride. "Bang Chan! Oh my God!" you squealed, fanning yourself dramatically. “ I’m so proud of you!"

He laughed at your over-the-top reaction, but you could tell he was touched.

You spent the rest of the evening at the event, watching Chan accept his award with a wide smile on your face, your phone in hand as you filmed every second. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them away, too proud to hold back the emotions.

--

That night finally arrived. It was time for your monthly hangout with your friends, and despite what you had said about it being awkward seeing them together again, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement.

Jisung came to pick you up, and you were dressed in your comfy pajamas since it was a sleepover.

“Aww, you’re so cute,” Jisung teased, pinching your cheek as you got in the car.

You laughed. “I’m literally just wearing pajamas, and you think that’s cute?”

“You’re cute in whatever you do,” he replied with a smirk.

You both headed to the nearest convenience store to grab snacks and drinks, along with a couple of games like Uno cards and a board game.

“Tell them we should watch the scariest movie ever made tonight,” you joked as you threw some chips into the basket.

“And you think I’ll support that when I absolutely don’t want to?” Jisung gave you a pointed look, hands on the steering wheel as he drove.

“I’m kidding, I don’t want that either!” You laughed along with him, the idea of watching a horror movie giving you chills.

Suddenly, your phone rang. It was Changbin.

“Where are you guys? We’re watching the scariest movie mankind has ever made,” he announced, causing you and Jisung to swallow nervously and laugh at the coincidence, you really indeed close friends that you can send telepathy.

By the time you arrived at Changbin’s building, you unfastened your seatbelt, ready to hop out, but Jisung gently stopped you by placing a hand on your arm. You looked at him, curious.

“Uhm…” He scratched the back of his neck nervously, struggling to find the right words. “Uhm, can I… can I kiss you before we go in?”

You were confused at first, but then a smile crept up on your face, amused by how shy and adorable he was.

“Of course, Jisung. My Jisung,” you said softly, pinching his cheek before leaning in. “Come here.”

The kiss was innocent, soft, and a little sloppy as you both tried to find your rhythm. When you were both nearly out of breath, you pulled away.

“I think that was enough,” Jisung said, flashing you his usual bright smile as he bopped your nose playfully. “Now let’s go!”

Jisung handed you a pillow to carry while he took charge of all the snacks and games. You both made your way to the elevator, laughing as you rode up to Changbin’s floor.

“Let’s be rich like him in the future,” Jisung joked, glancing around at the fancy interior.

You chuckled at the thought. Changbin had already given you the passcode to his apartment, but out of respect, you hadn’t memorized it. Your friends had made sure you never felt pressured to know it, even though everyone else did. It was just one of the little ways they showed how much they cared about your comfort.

As you walked inside, you were taken aback by how spacious the place was. Changbin welcomed both of you with open arms, hugging you tightly.

“Where’s everyone else?” Jisung asked, looking around.

“They’re in the movie room,” Changbin replied casually.

“Oh, there’s a movie room now?” you exclaimed in surprise. Changbin was indeed to humble for telling you his place wasn’t that nice at all.

“Yeah, and they’re waiting for the snacks, even though Minho already cooked fried chicken for everyone.” You both laughed at that.

When you entered the so-called movie room, you were met with a large screen and chairs that made the room feel like a mini-cinema. The rest of the group was bickering and chatting loudly, too absorbed in their conversation to notice your arrival.

Jisung cleared his throat dramatically. “Kids, your snacks have arrived!”

That got everyone’s attention. All eyes turned to you and Jisung as they erupted in cheers.

“My princess is here!” Minho was the first to stand up and approach you, pulling you into a warm hug.

“A princess in pajamas,” you joked as you hugged him back.

Some of the others ran to Jisung, helping him with the snacks, while Seungmin came over to you, lifting you off the ground in a playful spin.

“I’m happy to see you too, Seungmin,” you said, laughing.

Jeongin walked up and kissed your cheek, whispering, “You smell nice.”

You smiled and mumbled a shy, “Thank you.”

As everyone settled in, Hyunjin came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’m happy you’re here,” he murmured.

You smiled, reaching up to caress his arms. Chan, who was sitting nearby, gave you a warm smile, silently acknowledging your presence. The room was filled with chatter and laughter, the perfect reunion despite everyone’s busy schedules.

The movie started soon after. Jeongin, hands full of popcorn, looked confused. “I thought we were watching the scariest movie mankind has ever made?”

Instead of a scary movie, something boring was playing, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the letdown.

Halfway through the movie, your throat felt dry, so you quietly stood up to get a drink from the kitchen. As you entered, you spotted Changbin there, watching over something.

“You’re not watching with them?” you asked curiously.

“I will, but I’m waiting for the cake to finish baking,” he said with a smile.

You took a sip of water and leaned against the sink. “Cake? What’s the cake for?”

“It’s for Chan. And also, Jisung and Felix’s birthdays are coming up, so I’m baking for them too.”

You felt touched by his thoughtfulness, knowing that their birthdays were on weekdays, and celebrating all together might be difficult. “That’s so sweet of you,” you said softly.

Changbin smiled, then grabbed a bottle of wine. “Want some? The ambiance feels right.”

You chuckled and nodded, letting him pour you a glass. You clinked glasses and took a sip, enjoying the light buzz from the wine.

“So… what’s your plan now?” Changbin asked suddenly, his tone becoming more serious. He always seemed to know what was going on with everyone.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, laughing a little at how uncertain everything had become. “It all started because of that blue sticky note you put in my binder.”

He laughed too. “Yeah, that was probably the cringiest thing I’ve ever done. Love can really make you act like a fool.”

You playfully nudged him. “Don’t call it that! I thought it was cute.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “You think it was cute?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Well, in that case, I’m willing to do it again, even if Minho calls me a soft boy,” he joked, laughing at the thought.

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you, the kind that didn’t feel awkward at all. You sipped your wine, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

“Chan said you won’t pick any of us,” Changbin said quietly, staring into his glass.

You exhaled softly, the weight of that decision settling over you. “Yeah… I can’t do it,” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “I can’t afford to lose any of you… because… I love you.”

Changbin looked up at you, his eyes warm. “We’re all glad for your decision. You deserve to be showered with love, and we’re willing to give that to you. You deserve everything.”

His words hit you straight in the heart, and before you knew it, you were throwing yourself into his arms, kissing him. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or just the flood of emotions, but the kiss was hard and desperate. Changbin nearly stumbled, but he held onto your waist for support, his legs barely holding him up as your lips met.

You were literally making him weak.

You were lost in your own worlds when a soft cough broke the silence.

"Ehem, excuse me, just getting some water." It was Hyunjin. His voice pulled you back to the present, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

"Let's get back to the movie." You smoothed out Changbin's shirt with a light touch before stepping out of his hold.

Returning to the room, you made your way to Felix, who was snuggled up with his yellow chicken plushie. He put his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as you leaned into him. Together, you settled in to watch the rest of the movie.

As the end credits rolled, the room was dim, the only light coming from the flickering screen. Just then, Changbin reappeared, carrying a cake lit up by glowing candles. The warm glow filled the room, and suddenly, everything felt so much more meaningful.

With a cheeky grin, Changbin began to sing, "Congratulations~~."

Laughter erupted around the room as he made his way toward Chan, who was already giggling, trying to hide his face behind his hands. Everyone jumped to their feet, clapping, the energy light and joyful as you all joined in, voices harmonizing.

"Congratulations! You're one step closer to achieving your dreams!" Felix's voice was filled with pride, and he hugged Chan from behind, holding him tight. His smile was radiant, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still, the warmth of Felix’s embrace matching the love in his words.

"I'm so proud of our leader," Hyunjin said, wiping at his eyes dramatically, but the emotion behind it was real. He threw his arm around your shoulders, his presence comforting and grounding.

Jeongin's teasing voice broke the moment. "If you become a famous producer, make me famous too!"

Laughter bubbled up again, the teasing only masking the genuine admiration everyone felt for Chan.

"And if you get famous, buy me a car," Seungmin added with a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Jisung, grinning ear to ear, chimed in. "If he becomes famous, I don’t need to study music anymore! I’ll get hired on the spott."

Minho’s voice cut through the banter, his tone playful yet affectionate. "He’ll finally release our song ‘Blue Sticky Notes.’ I know it’s cringey, but I love that song."

The laughter was uncontrollable now, everyone caught up in the warmth and joy of the moment. But beneath it all, there was a deep sense of connection. These people—these friends—were your family. You weren’t just sharing jokes and cake; you were sharing dreams, memories, and a love that ran deeper than words.

As the laughter slowly died down, the reality of the moment settled in. These weren’t just fleeting interactions—these were the moments that defined everything. The kind of moments you’d hold onto when things got hard, the moments you’d replay in your mind when you needed to remember why you kept going.

You looked around at each of them—Chan, with his eyes shining with happiness; Felix and Changbin, with their quiet warmth; Hyunjin, full of life; Minho, teasing but sincere; Jeongin and Seungmin, both laughing freely; and Jisung, always ready with a joke. They all meant so much to you.

Moments like these were your favorite—the ones where the world felt right, where nothing else mattered but the people you were with. You wouldn’t trade this for anything, not the laughter, not the closeness, not the unspoken love that filled the air.

You'd hold these memories close, treasure them with all your heart. And you knew, as long as you had them, you’d always have a piece of happiness to carry with you.

You’d write it all down—on your blue sticky note—a reminder that in the simplest moments, surrounded by the people you loved, life felt perfect. Full of love, joy, and endless gratitude.

--

masterlist

happy birthday, jisungie and felixseu!

Minho loves him frಥ‿ಥ👩‍🦯

Loser, Boy - k.sm. L.K

A/n: I love the whole, nerd! Seungmin so here is my version. Its been on my mind for a while.

Warnings: oral, mxm, language, suggestive

MDNI

Summary: Lee know was the cool kid, and Seungmin was the nerd. Two different worlds. What happens when they come together?

High school for Seungmin was simple. Or at least, that was the plan.

He would focus all his time into studying, getting good grades to accomplish all that he wanted.

It was important to him to stay focused an maintain a routine.

Simple enough.

But the bullying started. It wasn't his first time dealing with this stuff, but college kids were much more menacing than grade schoolers.

They packed more of a punch.

Not that they ever hit him. A few shoves here and there, as well as a few other pranks or comments. It was enough to exhaust him.

He didn't really have friends. He saw them as a distraction. An obstacle. But there was one guy that he spoke to on occasion for feedback.

Bangchan was someone that forced himself into Seungmins life, proving to be persistently annoying.

"Could you help me with this?" He would ask, not even trying.

"Is this all you use me for?" Seungmin scoffed, pushing his paper towards the older boy, cheating.

"Maybe," He grinned, his dimples showing.

They both shared a light laugh, continuing the work.

One day, a group project was assigned, and, normally, the professor would let you choose the team, but now, he decided to pick.

"Get out of your comfort zone, meet new people, someone from another clique," He explained, causing Seungmin to inhale a bit too quick.

Bangchan noticed immediately, placing his hand onto Seungmins thigh, giving it a squeeze.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay. We can still work together, you know?"

Seungmin nodded, waiting for the reveal. Seungmin wasn't good with people, nor were people good to him. He was nervous.

Bangchan was the third person to be paired, sharing a team with a boy named Han. Han shared the features of a hamster, his large cheeks and big eyes, making him look soft. But his body told Seungmin that he could pull his weight.

Han walked over to Seungmins and Bangchans desk, smiling.

"Hey, Chan! You ready?"

"Always," Chan grinned. Seungmin felt out of place.

"Hey, man. What's your name?" Han asked, looking directly at him, making him freeze.

"Oh! This is my good friend, Seungmin. He's really smart," Bangchan said, giving him a light pat on the back.

Han giggled, his gaze moving up and down Seungmins body. Seungmin still sat still.

"He's adorable," Han whispered to Chan.

"Kim Seungmin, and Lee Minho," The professor yelled, making Seungmins head snap that direction.

Lee know wasn't necessarily his bully, but he hung out with those that did. He would glare at him in the halls or roll his eyes when Seungmin tripped.

He felt his gaze on the back of his neck, making him turn to meet his eyes.

His newly dyed purple hair sat still above his brow, his hooded eyes focused on Seungmin, making him shudder. His taught white button up shirt hugged him tightly, displaying a handsome body.

He slowly raised his right hand, making a beckoning motion, commanding Seungmin to go to him.

He couldn't help but listen. Grabbing his things, he slowly made his way to the older boy, fixing the position of his glasses.

"Seungmin? That's your name, right?" He asked, scooting over to make room.

"Y-yes," Seungmin cursed himself for stuttering, not noticing the grin that appeared on the others face.

"So," Minho shrugged. "What's the plan, Seungmin?"

After half an hour of brief discussion, they both decided to meet at Seungmin dorm later that night to start working.

Lee know was very busy, being a part of the dance team and vocal club treasurer, but this was one of his free nights.

Seungmin sat alone in his room, not needing to clean since he did that as he went by. He was very tidy and liked a germ free environment.

He grabbed a few bowls of heat and eat ramen, just in case Lee know got hungry.

He still was uncomfortable around him, but didn't dislike him as he did his friends. Despite his cold appearance, his eyes were soft and watchful, making Seungmin shrink at the thought of being stared at by those beautiful eyes.

How his nose twitched when he smiled, or how his thin lips displayed his cute bunny teeth when he was annoyed.

How the veins in his neck pop out when he yells, or how his Adams apple twitches when he speaks.

How his chest looked soft yet firm at the same time. And don't get Seungmin started on those thighs! How he-wait what?

Seungmin stopped his thoughts before they could go any further, his face turning red at the sudden reaction he had to someone he had spoken to for the first time.

He went to go splash water on his face, but before he made it to the sink, a knock sounded from the door.

"One second!" Seungmin yelled, splashing cold water on his flaming face.

He hoped the red went away.

Opening the door, he saw Lee know standing, his phone in one hand, and a grocery bag in the other.

"I got some drinks. You like coffee?" He asked, looking up from his phone. His face was stoic, but when he caught sight of Seungmins face, he slowly started to grin.

"Oh...Did I interrupt something?" He teased, wiggling his brows, his teeth flashing Seungmin.

Seungmins eyes widened, "What? No! No. You didn't, please just, come in," once again, he scolded himself internally.

Giggling, Lee know walked in, shoving his phone in his pocket, and placing the two canned coffees on the counter.

"Take your pick,"

"Thank you,"

About an hour later, they were both sitting on the floor, books open and notebooks filled, trying their best.

But Seungmin was distracted.

He kept on having dirty thoughts about Lee know, despite his best efforts.

Ugh! Why did Lee know have to show up in his leg hugging jeans! And his damn white tee with a jean jacket.

It's almost like he did it on purpose.

"Seungmin? Did you hear me?"

What? When did he say something? Seungmin blinked a few times before clearing his throat.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Lee know raised a brow, "Are you feeling okay? You've barely written anything, and your beet red," he explained.

"Again?" He muttered to himself, not meaning to say it out loud. "Uh, no. I'm not sick, I'm okay. Just hard to focus," Seungmin replied, brushing off his worry.

"Ah, I see. I did interrupt you, then," Lee know winked, making Seungmin freeze yet again.

"No, no you didn't, I swear!" Seungmin could never do such a thing. It never crossed his mind, even. He had never felt this way.

"uh huh," Lee know smirked at the boy, giving him a cat like grin that made Seungmins heart flutter.

A few moments of silence passed before Seungmin decided to show his random spurr of confidence, saying, "I've never done that before anyway."

This made Lee know jolt up from his book, looking at Seungmin confused.

"What?"

"I've never done it,"

Lee know tilted his head, a blank expression on his face.

"Masturbate?"

The word itself shook Seungmin. He wasn't one to talk about things like this.

He nodded.

"Why?" Lee know asked, slowly closing his book, but kept it in his lap.

Seungmin pondered the question before answering.

"No one has ever made me want to," His face must be a tomato by now. He was so embarrassed.

"But now?" Lee know asked, his tone cutely quizzical, making Seungmins heart heart.

"Uhh," He paused, unsure of what to say. He honestly didn't even know.

Noticing the hesitation, Lee know let his eyes drift downward, and noticed a slight bulge in the boys pants.

"Who's that for, Seungmin?" A hint of jealousy could be heard from him, but Seungmin didn't notice it.

"Well...This has never happened to me before," He was trying his best to avoid it.

"Seungmin. Who's on your mind?" Lee know asked softly, putting his hand on the boys knee, rubbing it gently.

Minho would be lying if he said this whole interaction didn't turn him on. The poor boy was a virgin, after all, and he had no idea what to do.

"Just you, honestly," And that answer nearly knocked the wind out of Minho. The brutal honesty.

Seungmin shifted and fidgeted, trying to understand these feelings.

All Lee Know could do was stare, which was the one thing Seungmin didn't want. He felt like some experiment under his gaze.

He turned his head, avoiding eye contact.

Lee know shoved his book to the side, leaning forward onto his knees to capture Seungmins face with his hand, forcing him to look at him.

Seungmin still didn't look at him, so Lee know decided to play his way.

He slowly leaned it, locking his lips with Seungmins. He moved slowly, giving him time to pull away, but he didn't. He didn't kiss back either.

Lee know was his first kiss.

"Just follow my lead," Lee know whispered when he pulled back, seeing Seungmin nod lightly, his eyes glossed over.

He looked like a puppy, Minho thought.

Leaning back in again, this time, the kiss went somewhere. Now that Seungmin was learning, it was quickly turning heated, tongues now clashing together in the mix.

He heard a low moan escape from him, making his head spin.

Pulling away, Seungmin saw a thin strand of saliva connecting them both, and he was surprised at how arousing it looked.

"Has anyone ever touched you like this, puppy?" Minho asked, lowering his hands to Seungmins shoulders.

"Wh-what?" His breath was shaky, and his pants were insanely tight.

Minho laughed. "Can I touch you?" He asked, his eyes sparkling.

Seungmin just stared at the sight in front of him.

Lee know was on his knees leaning towards Seungmin, a small smile on his lips, bruised, because of him. His eyes slightly watery, and his hair. Ruffled and messy, purple strands stuck out in every direction. It was so hot.

"Yes," Seungmin whispered.

Lee knows hands at started downwards, slowly. He wasn't trying to go too fast. He didn't want to rush him.

Seungmin leaned back against his bed, relishing in the worship Minho was giving him. He sighed as Lee know gently squeezed his sides.

As the palms of his hands reached the hem of his sweats, they shared a look.

"Yes," Seungmin repeated, this time a little stronger.

Lee know focused on freeing Seungmins cock, watching as it shot up, already leaking and curved.

Seungmin covered his face as the cold air hit his most sensitive area, not wanting Lee know to see his embarrassment.

"You okay, puppy?" He heard from behind his hands.

He whimpered at the pet name, his cock twitching. Lee know chuckled.

"Please-" Seungmin whined, his hips bucking upwards into nothing.

"I'll take care of you, okay?" Lee know said, lowering himself to Seungmins hips.

He grabbed Seungmin in his hand, wrapping his whole hand around it, making Seungmin gasp. He pumped him slowly, using his pre cum as a lubricant.

Gasps and whines were all that Lee know could hear, egging him to go further.

From the bottom to the top, Lee know licked a stripe up his shaft, hearing the strangled moan. He smiled.

He then took his tip in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it softly. Then, without warning, he bottomed all the way, taking in all of Seungmins length.

Seungmins head snapped back, his hands no longer in front of his mouth. He let out a desperate moan, his mouth open, panting.

Lee know had to hold down his hips to prevent him from rutting into his throat.

Lee know started to move his mouth, wet sounds echoing throughout the room. It turned Seungmin on even more.

He wrapped his arms around himself as he was getting blown, unsure of what to do in this situation with his hands.

As if Lee know read his mind, he grabbed one of Seungmins arms, moving his hand to the back of his head.

He stopped what he was doing, making Seungmin whine, but then he said, "Use me."

Seungmin looked at him in confusion.

"Fuck my throat, puppy," he said before placing his mouth back onto him, eliciting a moan in return.

But he didn't move.

He wanted Seungmin to learn. Eventually, Seungmin got the memo, using his hand to push Minho down on his cock, finding the pace that works for him.

He grabbed onto his hair, making Minho moan. The vibrations from the sound made Seungmin snap, releasing into the older boys throat, holding him down to take it all.

With one last groan, he released the death grip on Minhos hair, and fell limp.

"You taste so good, puppy," Lee know giggled, using his thumb to wipe his mouth.

Seungmin shivered, loving the sight in front of him.

"You okay, Seung?" Minho asked, bringing his hand to his face.

"M' okay," Seungmin whispered, making Minho smile.

"Maybe you should get some rest, yeah?" After cleaning up, he picked up Seungmin, quite easily, and placed his down on his bed.

"Will you stay?" Seungmin asked before Lee know could make it to the door. He froze.

"You really want me to stay?" He asked, turning to see the boy in the bed.

"Yeah,"

"Okay,"

Turning of the lights and getting comfortable, he layed next to him, holding his side.

"What is this, Lee know?" Seungmin whispered, his eyes closed.

"What do you want?"

"Just don't leave me alone,"

"I promise,"

[possessed by demon] 2min threesome 👹👹👹

happy bee-day (haha, bday) bee! 🥳🎊💞🎂

🏷️: threesome (foreplay), fingering, spit, 2min 2minning

“kim seungmin, you dumb dog.”

“yes, cat hyung?”

minho huffs from his spot beside you on the bed, but you can see the way his ears flush strawberry pink. as soon as you look at him though, seungmin’s finger crooks inside of you, and your eyes dazedly flutter down to look at the younger man.

he tuts, but you can’t bring yourself to pay him any mind as seungmin fucks a second, long finger into your spasming cunt along with the first.

minho doesn’t give him a response but settles instead on furrowing his brows and scowling down at him until deciding to make his own move. he curls tightly against your side and nuzzles his face into your neck, nipping at the sweaty skin there. one of his little hands kneads gently at your stomach before it travels up, up, up to a hardened nipple and pinching it between the knuckles of his ring and middle fingers.

“jagiya,” he murmurs, hot against your neck. “jagi, pay attention to me.”

“really?” an incredulous laugh from seungmin from between your spread legs. “you were the one who told me to make myself useful and use my fingers.”

“no, you must have heard me wrong. i said make yourself useful and go back to your bedroom. hyung is busy.”

seungmin just laughs and curls his fingers again, and you cling to minho’s naked shoulder as your thighs shake. seungmin’s fingers are long and slender; they fill you up nicely and reach so deep inside that it takes your breath away. a particularly deep thrust has your cunt gushing around seungmin’s digits, but before your legs can try to close around his shoulders, two juxtaposing hands are holding them apart. minho’s hand grips the one closest to him, squeezing the flesh roughly and keeping you open. the other is held in seungmin’s gentle grasp, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down the skin of your shivering thigh.

minho noses behind your ear, and you can feel his smile.

“i like when you keep your legs open,” he whispers. “even if it’s for a dumb puppy.”

all you can do is whine. your hips manage to buck sloppily against seungmin’s probing fingers, but your rhythm is shot in your desperation to cum. minho’s thick thigh hooks over yours, purposefully making you work harder to keep some semblance of a rhythm.

“hyung, that’s mean,” seungmin grumbles, and his fingers fuck you rougher so you don’t have to work as hard to maintain your grinding.

“hyung’s not mean. i wouldn’t do this if i was mean.”

the same hand on your thigh moves to your pussy, and his small fingers slide right to your swollen clit.

“oh my god!” you keen, the first thing you’ve said in what feels like hours. both of their hands are too much. seungmin’s pumping inside of you and minho’s rubbing outside, it’s too much.

you’re nearly delirious, head tossed back and mouth wide open. it’s loud, the sound of fingers and pussy and pleasure.

it gets even louder when minho leans up and over to spit onto your throbbing clit. he rubs it in, then spits once again to let it slide down to your hole. it catches on seungmin’s fingers, and they’re both mesmerized.

“your turn, seungminnie,” minho breathes, spreading his fingers into a vee to spread your lips and show seungmin your clit.

seungmin leans down to do just that, spitting softly onto your cunt. the lack of force sends most of his spit latching onto his chin instead, but minho is quick to wipe it up with his wet fingers and bring the bubbling spit to your waiting clit.

“th-thank you, hyung.”

minho’s cock is hard against your thigh, and you can see seungmin grinding his hips down on the mattress.

“kim seungmin,” minho says again, spreading the lips of your cunt once more. he taps your clit with his middle finger, and you feel his grin again when it makes you jolt.

“yes, hyung?”

“why don’t you give it a kiss, hm?”

Can we all take a moment to appreciate this?

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