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could i request a lee know where reader tries to get his photocard but also gets a changbin one and she seems more excited about the changbin one because she already has a lot of minho but he doesn't know that and gets jealous and fucks her roughly and afterwards she shows him all her photocards of him and he gets so shyy.

Warning: smut below! mdni.

“I cannot believe you actually bought that shit,” Minho says with an amused chuckle as he stands behind you, his arms wrapped lazily around your waist.

“I buy one any time I see them,” you retort. “It’s called supporting my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well your boyfriend feels plenty supported without you wasting money on albums he could’ve given you for free,” Minho replies, pressing a chaste kiss to your shoulder as you undo the plastic cling wrapping.

It’s a tradition at this point, to pick up an album whenever you see one in stores, enjoying the simple pleasures his fans feel when they eagerly try to collect all the little photocards inside. You know already that Minho has access to stacks of these at his disposal, and that all you have to do is ask for one. But just as his fans enjoy it, you love the thrill of collecting a random photocard to add to your collection, even more special if it’s one of your boyfriend’s.

“Who do you think it is?” You ask with a smile, lifting the cover of the box to reveal the contents inside. The card is hidden behind a poster, face-down to add to the anticipation, and you pinch it between your fingers, turning your head back to face him.

“Me,” Minho replies confidently. “I’d hate to see your reaction if it was anyone else, considering this thing is worth like five coffees or something.”

You slap his arm playfully, thumbing the thin cardboard in your hand and closing your eyes.

“I’ll be happy with whoever I get.”

“Yeah, right,” Minho responds, leaning his face down to rest on your shoulder, his gaze fixed on the card in your hand.

“Ready?” You ask, and he chuckles lightly.

“Let’s see it.”

You make a big show out of dramatically flipping the card over, slapping it into the palm of your hand, and then you open your eyes to examine which member you’ve received.

“Oh my god,” you say, a smile growing on your face as you bring the card up to eye-level to inspect. “It’s Changbin!”

Minho chuckles lightly, a little indifferent to it, but you can’t seem to stop smiling.

“This is such a cute one, too,” you say, flipping the card over once, and then back to examine his face.

It’s a more recent photo of Changbin, his sculpted biceps visible in a white cutoff tank, a playful pout on his face and forming a half heart on his cheek with his hand.

“I need to add this to my Changbin page,” you say enthusiastically, and Minho’s grip around you loosens.

“Changbin page?”

“Yeah,” you reply casually. “I only have three of him. This one makes four- oh my god, I finally have a full page for him!”

“What the hell is a Changbin page?” Minho asks with a disheartened chuckle. “Why are you so happy to be collecting pictures of someone you’re not dating?”

“Minho, it’s part of the culture,” you reply with a chuckle of your own. “It doesn't mean I’m dating him or something.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it- you’re not dating him. You’re not even trying to pretend to be sad that you didn’t pull me.”

“Of course I’m sad,” you reply. “I only collect these to support your career. But it’s a randomized process, in case you forgot.”

“Yeah, right,” Minho says with a nervous smile. “I think this conversation ends here.”

You open your mouth to argue back with him, promptly shutting it before a smirk grows on your lips.

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous of Changbin?” He retorts. “As if.”

“Jealous that I’m happy I pulled Changbin,” you correct him. Minho says nothing, keeping his gaze on the cabinets behind you.

“Oh my god, you’re jealous. That’s hilarious.”

“Would you stop?”

“You’re so jealous I pulled Changbin! You can’t even look at me!”

“I said stop-”

“What if I start buying Changbin’s merch, too? Should I bring a poster for him at the next tour?”

“Stop!” Minho exclaims, an equally amused smile tugging at his lips. He wants to maintain his serious composure around you, but he can’t, knowing very well that he is jealous, and that this whole argument is undeniably stupid.

“So what if I’m jealous?” Minho retorts, nearing you with a long stride as you hoist yourself up to sit on the granite kitchen island.

“I’d say that’s really fucking hot,” you reply, letting your legs part on the surface below you as he slots himself between them and lets his hands find your waist.

“There’s nothing hot about it,” Minho replies, although he can feel his cock swelling in his pants.

“There is,” you say. “It’s hot that you’re so possessive when it’s a literal piece of cardboard. Kinda want you to fuck me since you’re so mad about it.”

“I can do that,” Minho says sternly, leaning in to graze his lips against yours. “I’m sorry Changbin’s not around to do it instead, though.”

And he closes the gap between the two of you, his lips working eagerly against yours as his hands massage little circles on your inner thighs. You let your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him down to graze the crook of your neck, where he sucks a trail of bruises there and groans into your flesh. Your legs part a little further now, indicating for him to move faster, which Minho quickly takes notice of and pulls away to undo the strings of his sweatpants.

“Fucking Changbin,” Minho grumbles, pulling down his gray sweatpants and letting them pool at his ankles.

“Jealousy looks so good on you,” you say to him, pulling him in by his t-shirt for another kiss. “Get jealous more often, will you? I’ve never seen you get hard this fast.”

Minho’s boxers fall with his pants, his dripping cock angling straight at your entrance as his kisses turn sloppier and more hungry. His hands snake to the hem of your panties, tugging harshly, before he’s pulling them off of you entirely and discarding them on the kitchen floor.

“You want to collect your silly little pictures?” Minho inquires, wrapping his slender fingers around the base of his cock and beginning to pump gently. “Go ahead. I could care less about what you do.”

“Really?” You reply, amused with his stubbornness. “See how I react next time I pull Changbin, then. Maybe I’ll ask him to help me out instead.”

And Minho shuts you up as he finally guides himself inside of you, his hand remaining on the base of his cock still.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Minho groans, his hand finding the small of your back as he begins to fuck you with force. “Do whatever you want.”

“Maybe I will,” you say, your parted lips grazing over his drooly ones, as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt, bottoming out with ease as your pussy enwreathes him in its wetness. His eyes shut instinctively, groans leaving his mouth as he pulls you closer by your waist and grinds your pussy further against him, his tip caressing a new angle that drives you crazy.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “Feels so fucking good,”

“Yeah?” Minho asks, panting heavily into your ear. “Maybe you planned this little stunt just so I’d fuck you.”

You’re hardly able to reply to him, muffled whimpers escaping your lips as he continues to fuck you, your legs coming around to wrap around his torso. And he can make all the jokes he wants, but he knows at the end of the day it’s him who gets to fuck you like this, him who gets you to cream all over his cock and whose name you’re screaming for the whole neighborhood to hear.

You know it too, confident enough in your relationship to know that a quick, rough fuck will pacify any ounce of Minho’s jealousy once his seed is dripping out of your cunt. It’s like all he has to do is fuck you like he’s trying to breed you, so that you both set aside this immature game and rekindle your differences.

“Tell me how it feels,” Minho groans, increasing his pace now.

“So good,” you breathe, one hand tangling in his brown tresses again. “God, your cock drives me insane.”

“Bet my photocards do too, huh?”

“Jesus Christ, Minho, can’t you just-”

“Say it,” he orders with a grin, his dick continuing to work itself in and out of you. “If you’re so fucking sure you don’t care about Changbin.”

“I don’t give a shit about him,” you say breathlessly, only because you’re desperate for release now. “Or his stupid photocards. Just cum inside me already.”

“Say you hate the guy,” he orders, working a trail of kisses up your neck. “Say you don’t give a fuck about his stupid photos.”

“I hate them,” you echo. “They’re nothing compared to yours. Nothing compares to you fucking me like this- god, it’s so fucking good.”

“I’m gonna cum,” Minho whines, his grip tightening around the small of your back. “Finish at the same time and I’ll forgive you.”

And you clench your entrance around him as he moves even faster now, the sound of skin teeming all around you as he moans desperately into your ear, the volume amplified as you hug him close.

His cock twitches once inside you, pace slowing just a little, before he finally shoots a generous load of his release into your sopping cunt, painting your walls white with his release and placing open-mouthed kisses along the bruises in your flesh.

And you reach your release in tandem with his, clenching around his still-hard cock as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, your head spinning as he fucks your own cum out of you with the remainder of his stamina before pulling out and readjusting himself.

You steady yourself on the counter with your hands as Minho pulls on his clothes again, catching your breath momentarily before hopping off and collecting your album from the table.

“I’m gonna go add this to my Changbin page,” you say casually, exiting the kitchen to your bedroom, where all your album paraphernalia is stored,

“Oh my god- really?” Minho calls out with a groan, running his hands through his hair frustratedly. “I thought this was over.”

When you return, there’s a small blue binder in your hands, clear dividers stacked cover-to-cover and filled with photocards.

“What is that?” Minho asks, coming around to examine the book with you.

You place Changbin’s card into a plastic sleeve, flipping open to your designated page for him and slotting him among your other three photocards.

“It’s my photocard binder,” you reply, flipping to the start of the binder.

And Minho can’t help the smile that grows on his face at the sight of it- pages upon pages, rows upon rows of his photocards, all different eras, all different poses, neatly organized in your binder and the majority of your collection.

“Is that all…”

“You?” You say amused. “I told you I only collect these for you. This one’s my favorite. And this one’s my favorite hair on you. This one was really expensive-”

“Oh god,” Minho says shyly. “I can’t even look at them.”

But his chest feels warm, overrun with love for you and your little collection of his photocards.

“This one’s your hottest one,” you continue. “And this one I bring everywhere with me…”

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Two things: Yejun is a bitch and I'm ecstatic that they finally got a moment together alone.

I have no words, I love this series, Nat, it's so good! 😆🥰

Always back to you - Chp.5

Pairing: single!dad!Minho x male!Reader (Chanlix | OT8

Word Count: 6696

Summary: Just as everything seems to go well a call from the past messes with Minho's mind. His ex is set on getting her son back, ready to destroy everything you've built.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, date night, yejun's a bitch

A/N: Thank you for all the love so far for little Minjun and his family🤭🖤

PART FOUR | PART SIX

Minho stretches his tired body, glancing over at you in the corner of the room. You're currently taking some calls to sort out Chan's upcoming schedules, and he can't bite back a small smile while watching you. After your fight, Chan made you stay by making you responsible for his own schedule and wanting to keep you around. 

They're taking a short break from practice, and Minho is glad to rest his body for a bit. He glances around the room and frowns as he can't find Minjun and his current assistant. “Y/nnie?” he asks gently as you end your call. “Where's our boy?”

“O-Our-,” you stammer, eyes widening at him. 

The silence that follows is loud. Around the room, heads turn, the abrupt outburst of movement marking a collective interest in the unfolding drama, or rather, the slip of the tongue that Minho just let loose. The members, more or less familiar with the private dynamics slowly simmering between you and Minho, can hardly contain their amusement.

"Did Minho just say 'our boy'?" Jisung repeats, his voice teasing as he nudges Chan with his elbow, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

Chan doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, Minho, since when did Y/nnie and you start sharing custody?” he chimes in, laughter tinting his voice as he looks over at you both, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Minho, usually so composed, feels a warm flush spreading up his neck, coloring his cheeks as he meets your startled gaze. He hadn’t even realized what he'd said until it was echoed back to him, and now, caught in the playful teasing of his friends, he finds himself grappling for a response.

"I just meant—" Minho starts, trying to backpedal, but Felix cuts him off, practically bouncing in his seat with delight.

"Aww, look at him! He’s embarrassed! Minho hyung, it’s cute, really. Embrace the family vibes!" Felix teases, his voice light and teasing.

You, still slightly flustered by Minho’s unexpected inclusivity, try to regain your composure. "Minjun is just with Hyejin," you manage to say, redirecting the conversation to the young boy's whereabouts. They went somewhere else to play. He should be nearby."

Yet, the teasing doesn’t stop there. Throughout the rest of the break, the members throw in casual jokes about family planning and shared parenting. Their banter is light but pointed, a humorous acknowledgment of the evolving relationship dynamics within their circle.

As the laughter and jokes continue, Minho finds himself looking over at you, and something about your shy smile, the way you're trying to hide your own amusement, settles the warmth in him more firmly. It's a reassurance, a silent acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t misspeak after all.

As practice resumes and the members scatter back to their positions, Minho pulls you aside for a quick, private word, his expression earnest. "Hey, about earlier," he begins, his tone soft, apologetic. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It just... came out."

You shake your head, dismissing his concern with a gentle smile. "It’s okay, Minho. Really, it was sweet," you assure him, your voice just as soft. "I guess it’s just a bit new to me, but not unwelcome."

Minho’s eyes search yours, looking for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, he allows himself a small, relieved smile. "It felt right," he admits. You already feel like family, you know?” 

The word 'family' hangs between you, a weighty yet comforting promise of what’s slowly knitting together. 

"Thank you, Minho," you reply, your heart light, warmed by the sincerity of the moment. "That means a lot to me. I'll go check on him, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, watching you leave. 

As soon as you leave, Changbin asks, “Do you know Minjun's new nickname for Y/nnie?” 

“Huh?” Minho frowns at him, grabbing his bottle of water. 

“He called him his new mum,” he laughs, and Minho's blush deepens. “He also said you're like Lix and Chan hyung.”

“Oh, you can't tell only half of the story,” Jisung protests. He added, “He said you're kissing like Chan and Lix.” 

Minho chokes on his water, tears shooting to his eyes as he coughs. Seungmin pats his back forcefully and starts laughing at him. “He what?” he wheezes, trying to catch his breath. 

“Yeah, he even showed Chan hyung that it's not on the cheek but on the lips,” Changbin snickers. 

Minho blushes furiously before dropping back onto the floor with a groan. “Well, he's not lying,” he says, and his friends start laughing. Minho inhales shakily, keeping his eyes on the floor. “I still don't know if it's a good idea. I don't want to pull him into the public aspect of my life. I'm also not quite sure if I'm what he needs,” he admits, and they all grow quiet again. “There's a lot of bullshit in the back of my mind about what happened with Yejun. I don't feel like I'm enough for Minjun either.”

“Does it feel right being with Y/nnie, though? If everything else wouldn't matter for a second…does it?” Felix asks gently. 

“It does,” he nods. 

“Maybe being with Y/n would help your insecurities regarding Minjun,” Hyunjin reminds him. 

“You wouldn't be the only parent he has then..sort of,” Jeongin agrees. 

Minho hums agreeingly and is about to answer when the door opens. He doesn't have to turn around to identify the small steps echoing on the floor. Minjun closes the distance between them and crawls into his lap, hiding his face in his shirt. Minho frowns and wraps his arms around him as he feels him tremble. “Baby, what's wrong?” he asks worriedly. 

“Hyejin is mean,” he sniffles. Chan looks up and frowns at Minho. 

“Mean?” he asks confused. “Did she say something bad?” Chan asks him gently. 

“She said shut up,” Minjun answers, looking at him with teary eyes. “I just showed her my drawing.”

Minho's heart sinks at how timid he sounds. He cuddles him close and kisses his head. “It's okay, baby. Do you want to show me instead?” he asks soothingly, and Minjun nods. 

“I'll handle it,” Chan promises and gets up quickly.

“Where's your drawing, mate?” Felix asks encouragingly, and Minjun gets up, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve. 

-

Chan leans against the wall in the elevator, watching you cautiously. You two just got back from handling the situation with Minho’s new assistant, who seems hopelessly overwhelmed by taking care of Minjun. “You love him, don't you?” he asks. 

“Minjun?” you ask. 

“No, Min,” he chuckles softly. You remain silent for a moment, almost squirming under Chan's observant gaze. “Do you love him?”

“Why?” you ask quietly. “Would that be an issue?”

Chan tilts his head at you. “As long as you don't hurt him, there's absolutely no issue. I'm just asking because he means a lot to us. Minjun does, too. Minho has been hurt very badly before, and I won't let that happen again.”

“I know; he's scared of getting hurt again,” you nod gently and fidget with your hands. “I do love him. Minjun and he mean a lot to me, and I have no intention of hurting either of them.”

“Okay,” Chan nods gently. “Minjun called you his new mum,” he smirked, and you bit back a laugh. 

“Sounds like him,” you giggle. “Really, Chan, I don't want to be a distraction or anything. I know that's probably easier with you and Felix, but-.”

Chan giggles softly and shakes his head. “Since we're both part of the group, every argument carries a certain risk. I think you being with them takes a lot off Minho's shoulders with Minjun.” He shoves his hands into his pockets and nods gently. “I'll be there if you need anything. I'd rather have you two get some help than get into another argument that lasts for weeks. He doesn't do well with conflict,” he laughs. 

“Me neither,” you laugh. 

“And you're sure you want to take over organizing both of our schedules? With Minjun?” he asks gently. 

“Oh, Minho's schedule can be done whenever he's available. Minjun doesn't feel like a job, and the older he gets, the less he'll be around the whole day,” you chuckle softly. “Also, let's not get ahead of ourselves; Minho and I haven't named our situation yet.”

Chan hums softly. “If it takes too long, let me know,” he smirks, leading you back to the practice room. 

Minjun is sitting on Felix's lap as you enter the room, his drawings spread out on the floor with the others inspecting them closely. He explains them in detail, amusing everyone present with his sweet way to do so. Minho watches him fondly, and looking at him you realize that this soft side of him made him stand out to you in the first place. Chan takes his place next to Felix, hand resting on his thigh naturally as he joins the discussion of Minjun's masterpiece. Minho reaches for your hand, pulling you into his lap and resting his head on your shoulder. You're a little surprised by the sudden display of affection here with the others, but the knowing smiles tell you that not only Chan knows. “What happened with Minjun?” he asks quietly. 

“Hyejin yelled at him. She didn't realize that being your assistant comes with taking care of Minjun properly. She had already refused to play with him, so he told her about his toys and drawings because he was bored, which annoyed her.

“Told you your replacement is shit,” he says quietly enough for only you to hear. 

“Idiot,” you chuckle fondly, smiling as he intertwines your hands. “Well, I'm officially your assistant again. I won't let anyone treat Minjun like that.”

Minho's hold on you tightens. “That's why I trust you with him.” You squeeze his hands lovingly, leaning back against him.

-

Minho giggles stupidly as he watches you stitch up the back of Leebit’s head. You've just spent a while trying to figure out a way to include some of his cologne in the plushie to make it smell like him for Minjun, much to his amusement. 

“You're so easily entertained sometimes,” you roll your eyes at him fondly. Minho circles the table, steps behind you, and wraps his arms around your waist. 

“You're amusing to watch sometimes,” he gives back, kissing your cheek. “But adorable.”

“Well, thanks. Not my fault your son is so attached to you,” you tease him gently, smiling as he runs his hands down your thighs, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Hey, how is the sheer amount of love my son has for me my fault, huh?” he asks, gently squeezing your thighs. “It's not like I'd get what's so special,” he snorts. 

“You're his father, and compared to some other people we won't name here, you're actually there,” you say, and Minho bites back a laugh. You shake your head, focusing on the stitching, though the warmth of Minho's presence makes it hard to concentrate. "I think you underestimate your charm, Minho."

"I could say the same about you," he whispers back, his voice low and affectionate.

As you finish up with Leebit, Minho gently takes it from you, examining your work with an appreciative eye. "Perfect. He won't even notice the fix. You're amazing, Y/nnie."

The praise, sincere and simple, stirs something deep within you, and you find yourself turning to face him, his hands still circled around your waist. "I just don't want him to feel so alone whenever you're gone," you say.

Minho nods, his gaze softening. "You're so sweet. Don't you ever leave us, dear."

"Even when it gets complicated?" you ask, needing to hear his answer. You haven’t been this close to someone in ages, and you know Minho is a lot further than you in a few areas, but his prior hurt can’t be disregarded.

"Especially then," Minho affirms, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. "We're in this together, right?"

"Right," you agree, leaning in to kiss him—a sweet, affirming connection that promises more than words could.

-

The ring of Minho’s phone cuts through the quiet of his living room. Glancing at the caller ID, his stomach tightens uncomfortably; Yejun’s name flashes across the screen, bringing with it a cascade of unwelcome emotions.

He hesitates for a moment before picking up. “Yejun.”

“Minho,” her voice comes through, falsely cheerful. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Minjun. I want to take him to the U.S. with me for a while. Just a trip. It could be good for him.”

Minho’s grip on the phone tightens, his other hand balling into a fist at his side. Did she already forget the debacle from last time?  “Yejun, we’ve talked about this. Minjun doesn’t want that. Not without me.”

There’s a pause, and when she speaks again, her tone has cooled significantly. “You just don’t want to let me have him,” she says.

“That’s not it,” Minho replies, struggling to keep his voice even. “It’s about what he needs. And right now, he needs stability, something you walking in and out of his life doesn’t provide. Especially not after last time.”

Yejun’s laugh is sharp, biting. “Oh, now you’re the perfect father, huh? Wasn’t so perfect when we were married. Always away, always working. You were a shit husband, Minho.”

The words sting more than Minho likes to admit. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and reminding himself that his being away often hadn’t been the core issue. “I was not perfect,” he continues, the weight of their failed marriage always a tender wound. “And I am sorry for my part in what happened between us. But this isn’t about us, Yejun. It’s about Minjun.”

Silence stretches on the other end before Yejun’s voice cracks through, icy and menacing. “You’re keeping my son from me, Minho. You might fool everyone else with your doting father act, but I know the truth. I know who you really are.”

“You don't know shit, Yejun,” he says firmly. “You haven't been there for the past four years. Don't act like you know anything about me and my relationship with Minjun.”

“It doesn't matter if it's true or not if someone else believes me,” she says lowly. 

Minho feels a chill run down his spine. “Yejun, please. Let’s not do this. If you want to see Minjun, you can visit here and spend time with him where he’s comfortable. That’s fair, isn’t it?”

“Fair?” Yejun spits the word out like it tastes bitter. “You expect me just to accept scraps of time with my own son? You’ve turned him against me, Minho.”

“That’s not true. Minjun is old enough to know what he wants. And right now, he doesn’t want to go with you,” Minho insists, his voice firm. “He’s happy here, with his life here.”

There’s a venomous pause before Yejun’s voice lowers, a dark promise threading through her words. “You may have won this little round, Minho, but this isn’t over. I will have my son back. And I’ll destroy your life if I have to for taking him away from me. I’ll make you pay yourself stupid once I take him back in.”

“You chose to go away. You handed over full custody to me; technically, I could make sure you never see him again, which I don't because that's bullshit. But don't twist things,” Minho’s heart races with a mix of anger and fear—anger at her threats and fear of what she might be capable of. “Yejun, don’t do this. Don’t make threats. Let’s try to handle this like adults, for Minjun’s sake.”

Yejun’s laugh is cold, devoid of any real humor. “Oh, honey. This is just the beginning. I left because I had to, not because I wanted to. You made our life impossible. Remember that.”

With a click, she hangs up, leaving Minho staring at his phone, her words echoing in his head. He slumps back into the sofa, the weight of the call settling over him like a heavy blanket.

After a few moments of stunned silence, he stands, pacing the living room. The threat Yejun posed was not just to his tranquility but to Minjun’s well-being. He knew he couldn’t take her words lightly. Yejun was unpredictable, and if her past actions were any indication, she was capable of following through on her threats.

He needed to be proactive. First, he would need to talk to his legal team about securing his custody of Minjun, ensuring that Yejun couldn’t just take him without consent. Then, he would need to sit down with Minjun and prepare him, just in case Yejun tried to contact him directly.

By the time you arrive back home with Minjun, he is mentally exhausted but knows the day is far from over.

Minjun greets him with a smile and runs into his arms the moment he reaches him. “Daddy! I'm home!”

Minho hugs him tightly, lifting him up and spinning him around, Minjun’s laughter a balm to his frayed nerves. Setting him down, he kneels before him, looking into his son’s eyes. “Buddy, we need to talk about something important,” he begins, his voice soft but serious.

Minjun’s face sobers, sensing the gravity in his father’s tone. “Is everything okay, Daddy?”

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Minho reassures, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “We just have some things to sort out, you and I. But no matter what, we’re together in this. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Minjun nods, trust shining in his eyes.

As you sit down together, Minho’s heart swells with love for his son. No matter what Yejun threatened, he would protect Minjun and ensure his happiness. They were a team, and together, they could face anything - even this.

Minho fills you in quietly later as Minjun is playing on the carpet not far from you. Your heart sinks at her threats, and you almost feel sorry for her twisted view of what happened. That couldn't be healthy. 

-

Minho’s sleep is uneasy, his dreams filled with vague, unsettling images. He awakes with a start to the intrusive buzzing of his phone. He reaches out groggily, the glow from the screen harsh against the dim light of early morning. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Minho’s gaze settles on a flood of notifications—missed calls, texts, and several urgent notifications from various news apps.

As he scrolls through them, a cold knot forms in his stomach. Each message seems to echo the same shocking revelation: “Yejun reveals Minho is dating his son’s babysitter!” and “Questions arise over Minho’s capabilities as a parent!” His heart pounds as he reads snippets of articles, each one painting him in an increasingly unfavorable light.

Beside him, you stir, your brow furrowing in sleep. Minho’s first instinct is to protect you from the storm that is about to break. He slips out of bed, his mind racing as he tries to process the information. How had things spiraled out of control so quickly? He knew Yejun was bitter about their past, but to go this far was something he hadn't anticipated.

He paces the room, his phone almost slipping from his sweaty palm as he tries to call Chan, his first person to turn to when his public life's falling apart. Chan had a way of handling these situations that made him feel safe. After several rings, a groggy voice answers.

“Min? It’s...what time is it?” Chan sounds disoriented, but he snaps to attention as soon as Minho begins to speak.

“I'm sorry for waking you, Channie hyung,” he says quietly, feeling a little guilty for disrupting his already fucked sleep schedule. 

Chan sits up at the timid sound of his voice. Minho doesn't call him ‘Channie hyung’ often; It's usually when he's feeling anxious or very thankful about something. He doubts it's the latter. “Minnie, what's wrong?” he asks gently, slipping out of bed to let Felix keep sleeping. 

“Channie, it’s all over the news. Yejun... she told them about Y/nnie and me. She said I can’t take care of Minjun properly. It’s a mess,” Minho’s voice is a mix of anger and desperation.

“What?!” Chan’s voice suddenly becomes sharp and angry. “She did what? Hold on, I’m checking this now.”

Silence fills the line for a few moments before Chan speaks again, his voice icy. “I see it. This is bullshit, Minho. She’s crossed a line. I’m calling the PR team. We need to handle this swiftly.”

“Thanks, hyung. I...I don’t know what to do,” Minho confesses, running a hand through his hair. His heart feels like it is being squeezed in his chest, the anxiety making it hard to breathe.

“Just stay put and try to keep calm. I’ll handle the media part. You just... make sure Y/nnie is okay. He's going to be dragged into this mess too,” Chan advises, his voice calm, but Minho can hear the underlying strain.

Minho nods, though Chan can’t see it. “Yeah, I’ll talk to him. Thanks, Channie, seriously.”

“Always, mate. We’re in this together,” Chan reassures him before hanging up.

-

Minho slipped out of the house quietly soon after, relieved that Minjun and you were still peacefully asleep. He needs to clear his head to handle everything calmly, and Chan will be busy for a while now. 

Minho steps into the practice room and stretches his tired body, warming up. He turns on the music a little more quietly than usual and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths as he prepares his body for the usual strain of dancing. 

He grabs his phone after a while and swallows hard. It isn't just the messages or missed calls—it's headlines, the kind that blur the lines between personal and public in the most invasive ways. “Stray Kids’ Minho’s Ex-Wife Claims Neglect—Says He’s Too Busy Dating Babysitter to Care for Son.” The words are crafted to scandalize, and they do their job perfectly.

The news is spreading fast, and with each passing minute, the narrative is slipping further from his control. Yejun had not only threatened him in private but also taken her grievances to the most public domain possible. The implications were catastrophic, affecting not just him but also Minjun and you, who had been nothing but supportive and loving towards both him and his son.

Minho gets lost in their newest choreo, moving his body precisely to the music, and tries to stop thinking about it for a while. Chan finds him there about an hour later, turning the music off as the song ends. “Thought I'd find you here.”

Minho pants softly and grabs the towel Chan holds out for him, wiping his face. “Needed to clear my head.”

The room is silent, heavy with unsaid words, until Chan finally speaks, his voice tight with anger and concern. “This is messed up, Min. She can’t just throw you to the wolves like this.”

Minho sighs, rubbing his temples. “I know, but she’s doing it anyway. She’s making it all public and dragging Y/n into it, too. It’s getting out of hand, and I’m worried about what this is doing to Minjun.”

Chan’s jaw clenches, and his protectiveness over his friend is evident. “We’ll fix this, okay? I talked to the PR team to see how we can counteract these claims. And I’m here, whatever you need.”

Minho looks up, startled as the door opens and Felix steps inside, followed by the rest of their closest friends. “Sorry, we're a little late.”

They all gather on the floor next to Minho and Chan, reassuringly patting his back as they do. “Let's deal with this bitch once and for all,” Jisung says firmly, feeling the need to protect little Minjun from this mess. 

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Seungmin asks, glancing at Chan questioningly. 

“Everyone of us will publish a statement; I already talked that through. Minho shouldn't have any issues proving he's the one worthy of custody in case she snaps and takes him to court. Hyunjin, Innie, you have an interview coming up; be prepared for dumb questions.”

“I'll make them look stupid instead,” Hyunjin grins, pulling a weak laugh from Minho. 

“Have you talked to your parents yet?” Jeongin asks Minho, who shakes his head. 

“I forgot about that,” he admits, already searching for his phone. 

“Might be a good idea to clear things up with them first,” Changbin agrees. 

“Whatever happens, we have your back,” Felix promises.

“Thank you guys, really. Just…if you find ways to ease Y/nnie with this, I'd be grateful. He's not exactly prepared for the public’s shit as we are.”

“Of course,” Chan assures him. “Now go call your parents.”

The support is reassuring, but the problem looms large and unyielding. As the day progresses, you come to find Minho, your expression fraught with worry. Seeing you so distressed adds another layer of guilt to Minho’s already heavy conscience.

“Hey,” he says softly as you hand over Minjun to Jisung, who leaves you some space. 

“Hey,” you echo, swallowing hard. “Minho, maybe I should just leave,” you suggest hesitantly, the words paining you even as they leave your lips. “If I’m not around, she won’t have another reason to attack you like this.”

Minho looks up sharply, his eyes locking with yours. “Y/n, no. Leaving won’t fix this. It’s not your presence that’s the problem—it’s Yejun. And I’m not going to let her chase you away. You mean too much to me, to Minjun.”

Your eyes fill with tears, touched by his words but still shaken by the rapid unraveling of your quiet life. “But Minho, this is getting so big. What if it affects Minjun more than it already has? What if your career—”

He shakes his head, hands finding yours. “Look, whatever happens, we face it together. Yejun is trying to isolate us and make us feel weak by dividing us. I won’t let her. I love you, Y/nnie, and I need you to know that.”

The affirmation, so heartfelt and desperate, breaks through your resolve to distance yourself. You nod, squeezing his hands back, finding strength in his conviction.

“We’ll deal with this,” Minho continues, his voice firm despite the chaos around you. “I’ll talk to the lawyers, and see what legal avenues we have to protect ourselves and Minjun. And Chan is right—we’ll work with the PR team to set the record straight.”

True to his word, Minho arranged meetings with his legal team, and together with the public relations department, they began crafting a response that would address the allegations head-on. Chan was a constant presence, offering both strategic advice and moral support, and his friendship was a steady force in the tumult.

As the week progressed, strategies were implemented. The company issued a statement denouncing the unfounded accusations and highlighting Minho’s dedication as a father, accompanied by testimonials from colleagues and friends outside the group who vouched for his character and his role in Minjun’s life.

Yet, despite the countermeasures, the shadow of the scandal lingered. The press was relentless, and the public's appetite for celebrity drama was insatiable. Minho found himself scrutinizing every decision and every interaction with Minjun and you, aware that the eyes of the world were now critically watching.

Minho asked you to move in with them so it'd be easier for him to keep you safe. It didn't change much for you since you've been staying over a lot already and barely went back home. So, of course, you said yes. 

Two months later 

Felix's birthday is just around the corner, and you're almost a little surprised when he comes to you to invite you all. He giggles at your stunned look and tilts his head at you. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”

“I'm just…did you ask Min?” you ask nervously. 

“No,” Felix shakes his head. “He's busy right now, and I'm inviting you as you are part of his and, therefore, our family.”

“Oh,” you nod gently, a shy smile covering your lips. “Sure, I'd love to be there,” you nod. “I bet Minjun would love it as well, and Minho will surely be there.”

“Lovely,” he smiles and gives you a gentle hug. 

Minho later walks in, Minjun sitting on his shoulders with a wide grin. “Y/nnie!” Minjun shouts and waves at you. “Look, I'm tall!”

“Oh yeah, you're really tall now, buddy!” you assure him. 

Minho giggles softly, stopping in front of you and greeting you with a soft kiss. “Hey there,” he says fondly. 

“Hey,” you smile back at him. “Ready to go home?” you ask, and Minho hums softly. 

“Minjun is staying over at Chan and Felix's tonight,” he says, and you frown at him, surprised. 

“The whole night?” you ask, and Minho hums agreeing. Over the past two months, you've been letting Minjun stay with all of the boys for a few hours each. It helped him grow less dependent on Minho, and he became more confident about staying somewhere else for a while. Minjun seemed happy, and Minho was more than glad. It allowed you all to grow together. “What's the occasion?” you ask curiously. Chan and Felix had been the ones Minjun loved staying with a lot. Chan once told Minho how much Felix loved having him around, and so the two of them made sure their boyfriend and son got what they loved. 

“Maybe I just want to take you out for dinner without having to glance at the time,” he smiles softly, letting Minjun down as he spots his beloved ‘Changnin’. Minho’s hands find your waist, eyes growing soft the longer he looks at you. “Maybe I want to kiss you stupid after without worrying about a certain someone bursting in and going ‘eww’.”

You giggle softly at the memory of Minjun catching Minho kissing you a little more passionately than he'd do in front of him. “Sounds lovely,” you chuckle. 

Minho hums gently, searching your eyes as if he doesn't know if he should keep talking or not. “Maybe…Maybe I'd be ready to take the next step,” he says, and your eyes widen. “No pressure or anything, though. Just..if it feels right if we're both comfortable tonight…I think I'm ready.”

You can't bite back the giddy smile covering your lips. Over the months you've been with Minho, you have never gone much further than kissing. He once covered your neck with loving little bites, but you didn't get much further with Minjun, only a few doors further. You've been able to tell how Minho grew a little impatient every time things were developing into something more, but there was simply no chance you two could take the time you'd need for your first time together with a child around the house. “You're sure?” you ask gently, and Minho nods. 

“I'm sure, my love,” he says sweetly, making your stomach flutter already. 

“I love you, Min,” you whisper, watching his eyes sparkle with joy. 

“I love you too, Y/nnie,” he says softly. “Come on, let's make sure Minjun is with Chan and Felix,” Minho suggests with a playful nudge, guiding you toward them. 

Felix is already fooling around with Minjun, and Chan is watching them fondly. “Are you ready to go?” Chan asks as you reach them. 

“Yeah, everything is done,” Minho nods, smirking at Minjun. “Are you ready to stay with Lix and Channie?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Minjun nods happily, and Minho crouches down in front of him.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, yeah? Uncle Channie will take you to the studio with him if you want to,” he tells him, gently squeezing his little hands. “Be good, yeah? No discussions about bedtime either, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Minjun nods eagerly and tightly hugs him goodbye. “I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too, dumpling,” Minho smiles and kisses his cheek, gently brushing back his curls. 

You gently rest your hand on his shoulder, silently reminding him to let go of him. It’s also the first night for Minho without his boy since Yejun left. Minho does, and Minjun’s hugging you goodbye tightly. Chan chuckles softly, noticing Minho’s worried frown. “I’ll return him intact, I promise,” he winks at him, and Minho relaxes with a chuckle. 

Felix lifts up Minjun, smiling reassuringly at Minho. “We’ll take good care of him,” he tells him.

“I know,” he assures them gently. “Just new for me as well,” he laughs, gently poking Minjun’s cheek. “Be good, yeah?”

“You too,” he says, making everyone giggle. 

Minho rolls his eyes fondly, winking at him. “Yeah, okay.” His hand finds yours as they leave, and you squeeze it softly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s growing up way too fast,” he chuckles with a soft sigh. 

“Mhm, yeah, I can’t believe you saying this either,” you snort teasingly.

“Shut up, will you?” he laughs, gently shoving your side. “Alright, let’s go,” he gives himself a push.

The two of you reach his car outside the building. As you both settle in, a sense of nervous excitement fills the air - a mixture of anticipation for the evening ahead and the deep emotional connection that has grown between you two. 

Back at home, the two of you get ready, and you let Minho match your outfits since he has a way better eye for what’s needed in public. You barely got used to people taking pictures of him when you were only his assistant, but now you had to excel yourself as his boyfriend. Minho does his best to make you feel comfortable and look presentable for pictures whenever you’re out together. Once he’s done, he hums to himself happily, smacking your butt lovingly. Typical.

The drive is quiet but comfortable, filled with shared glances and soft smiles, each exchange weaving a deeper layer of intimacy. As you arrive at the restaurant, Minho’s hand finds yours, his grip reassuring and warm. You soon blend out the people around you, focusing on him only. This isn’t very hard to do because something about Minho caught your attention long before you started dating. 

Minho is more relaxed lately now that the whole mess with Yejun is settled. All of his friends repeatedly spoke out for him, and two weeks ago, Minho attended a press conference dealing with the matter. You know that hadn’t been easy for him, but he had been rather open and honest, making sure all the rumors were addressed and settled. He also made sure to clarify that you’ve been working for him for years, slowly taking more and more care of Minjun and growing closer with him in the process. She did her best to take him back to court, but looking at the circumstances, it only benefited Minho, who refused all of the payments she’d have to make for dragging his name through dirt and spreading lies.

After dinner, Minho suggests a walk, and you wander through a nearby park adorned with twinkling lights and soft shadows. You stop beneath a street lantern, its soft glow painting the scene in an almost magical light. Minho turns to you, his eyes reflecting the twinkling lights, his face etched with tenderness.

“Y/nnie,” he begins, his voice a whisper of emotion. “Being with you has made me happier than I’ve been in a long time. I feel like I can finally breathe like I’m more myself than I’ve ever been.” You listen, your heart swelling with each word, the sincerity in his voice anchoring the swirling emotions inside you. “And I want to share everything with you. Not just the dinners or the walks, or the laughs we have with Minjun. I want to share all the moments, even those we’ve yet to live,” he continues, his hand reaching up to gently caress your cheek. “I love you so much, and I’ll be there as long as you let me.”

The emotional weight of his words pulls you closer, and you find your lips meeting in a kiss that speaks volumes. It’s tender at first, explorative, and as if each of you is memorizing the feel of the other. The kiss deepens; it grows more passionate, fueled by the months of growing love and restrained desire.

Minho’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. His hands trace the lines of your back, pressing you into his warmth. You respond in kind, weaving your hands into his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until it’s all that exists in the world - the two of you, beneath the warm lights, lost in each other.

Eventually, the need for air forces you apart, but only slightly. Foreheads pressed together, breathing mingled, you share a quiet laugh - a moment of pure happiness and mutual understanding.

“Let’s go home?” you ask gently, and he hums in response.

The walk back to the car is filled with easy silence, which is comfortable and reassuring. Once home, Minho leads you to your bedroom, his hand steady in yours, a silent promise of what’s to come - a night of exploring, of loving, of affirming the feelings that have been simmering beneath the surface for so long. His lips entangle yours in a passionate kiss as he silently closes the door behind you. The back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you both drop down into it. Minho hovers over you, eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration and love. He’s bracing himself next to your head, caging your legs in with his knees, and leans down, capturing your lips in another fierce kiss. His body moves on its own, searching yours, and the minute your hands find his hips, he lowers himself onto his elbows, closing the distance between your bodies. “Shit,” he mutters against your lips as you arch into him.

You reach down, testing the waters and palming him through his pants. Minho’s hips stutter, a soft moan leaving him, head dropping against your shoulder. “Minho?” you ask softly, noticing how desperately his body reacts to your every touch without him even fully realizing it. “When was the last time you had some time for yourself…like this?”

Minho laughs, planting a row of gentle kisses against your neck. “My sweet love, you have no idea,” he chuckles. “Remember that clingy kid of mine?” he asks, making you laugh as well. 

“Right,” you giggle and kiss his cheek. 

“Just tell me what you need, love; I’ll do it,” Minho promises gently, smiling down at you fondly. “We have time.”

Minho’s whispered promise lingers in the air, the warmth of his smile making your heart flutter. The room feels isolated from the world, a private sanctuary where the past complexities and external pressures fade into the background. Here, it’s just the two of you, bound by an intimacy that has deepened with each shared struggle and joy.

You guide his hand beneath your shirt, letting him explore your bare skin. Your breath hitches as he follows your silent directions with attentive care. Minho’s touch is skilled, a perfect blend of tender and assured, driven by his desire to bring you comfort and pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, seeking confirmation and encouragement, his own desire mirrored in the deepening blush of your cheeks.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. His fingertips trace patterns along the waistband of your trousers that leave you breathless.

“More than okay,” you manage to reply, your voice a whisper caught between sighs. The room fills with the sound of your intertwined breaths, a testament to the closeness that both of you cherish.

Minho’s movements become more purposeful. His free hand cradles your face, his thumb caressing your jawline as he watches the effects of his actions reflected in your expressions. The world narrows down to the shifting shadows cast by the dim light, the soft bedding beneath you, and the man who has come to mean so much. He has barely touched you and you’re already melting into a puddle. How the hell would you survive this?

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okay so my blog was not for this, but i HAD to write this down so i can get it out my mind.

imagine waking up in your shared bedroom with minho. maybe you have light baby yellow curtains flowing around from the breeze in the morning. you have a well rested mind, and you can feel the sleep in your boyfriend's warm neck. minho taking care of you with such love.

your back on the mattress while his whole body is covering you. you feel his fingertips in your hair. massaging your scalp, writing life time promisses over his lover's body. he's thrusting into you so slowly and gently as he only does in the mornings. you feel his nose travelling around your face, and his lips like butterfly wings, as soft as if it almost wasn't there. his whimpers, small and high pitched, landing like secrets in your ears. he wouldn't bring them out later, and you would keep such gift locked in your heart.

but right now, he hears how he sounds. little, too little. like a baby sleeping in their mother's arms. like his love woudn't ever fit in his limited human body. you feel his hair tickling you. his legs wrapped around you. his arms over yours. but nothing, will ever be compared to his soft as clouds moans. moans that are meant for you, and you only. minho, on the other hand, hears your prayers that sound like his name. feels you warm, and so, so wet.

minho gets you presents. gets pretty watches wrapped around in a lovely ribbon. he gets you flowers, every thursday when you're home early cooking dinner and the flower shop near his company gets fresh tulips. too expensive necklaces and handmade cups. but this moment, right here, is when minho feels that you can finally understand his love.

Stray Kids FBI Lee Know x reader

Lee Know x reader A criminal minds inspired au

Warnings: swear words, mentions of rape, pedophilia, death, blood Genre: crime, mystery, angst, fluff Word count: 3.3k (3370 words)

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“Mum when will lunch be ready?”

“Soon, I just gotta do one last thing. Why don’t you go wash your hands?”

“Okay!” The little girl ran to the bathroom.

As the mother was finishing up putting the food in the plates the bell rang. The mother raised an eyebrow, as she wasn’t expecting anyone to come over. She walked to the door and peeked the peep hole, seeing a man with papers in his hands.

“Who is it?” She asked not opening the door.

“Hello! I’m Kwangsoo from a research group. Do you have time for a few questions? I promise it won’t take more than 5 minutes.” He spoke and the woman sighed unlocking her door.

“This is anonymous, so you don’t have to give me your name, but I’ll need other information.” He said and the woman nodded.

“Age? Even approximately.” He joked and the woman chuckled.

“I don’t hide my age. I’m 43.” She replied and the man gasped.

“Wow. I was expecting you’d be in your thirties. You look very young!” He complimented and the woman chuckled, letting out a small ‘thank you’.

“Do you have kids?” He asked and the woman nodded. “Yes, an 8 year old daughter.”

“Ah, brilliant. She’s on second grade at school right?” He asked while scribbling down the answers. “Yes and she is going so well!” the woman smiled and the man nodded, smiling back.

“Do you smoke?” he asked and the woman shook her head ‘no’.

“Ah, very good. This is mostly what we needed to know. If you were a smoker, I’d ask whether you smoke around your kid, in which areas of the house do you smoke, if you’d let your kid smoke, or even urge it to smoke. But since you don’t smoke, I think we are done here!” The man said and the woman smiled. “Glad I helped!”

“Yeah…” the man trailed off but didn’t move.

“Is there anything else you want?” the woman asked confused, her eyebrows furrowing. “Ah, no, no. I got everything I wanted.” He said and put his pen in his pocket. Before the woman could awkwardly close the door in the man’s face, he pulled out a gun, making the woman gasp. “Don’t scream, or I’ll shoot.” He threatened and the woman slowly walked back in, the man following her.

“Where is your daughter now?” The man asked. “She’s not here.” The woman replied hoping her daughter would hear and take the hint.

“Mommy, who is this man?” The girl asked and the woman sighed.

“Come here, little girl, I’m your mum’s friend.” The man said and the woman glared.

“Do not fucking touch her.” She said through gritted teeth and the man clicked his tongue.

“I don’t think you’re the one to call the shots here, sweetheart.” He said and finished tying the woman on the chair.

“What’s your name, little one?” He asked the girl. “I’m Ara. What are you doing to my mum?”

“We are going to do a little show for mommy. Now, why don’t you take your pants off?”

“How do I do this, though?” You asked and Jisung shook his head, softly chuckling at you. “It’s no big deal. It’s not like you’re confessing a murder or something. Just go up to him and say it.” He said and you slapped your hand over his mouth.

“Why are you so loud? He will hear you! Shhh!” You panicked and he just laughed again, removing your hand from his mouth.

“Calm down. Stress is not good for-” he started but was interrupted by Felix.

“We have a case. It’s bad.” He said with widened eyes and the three of you rushed to the conference room.

“What happened now?” Changbin asked with a bored tone making Chan glare at him.

“It’s bad. Very bad.” Felix repeated and Chan sighed.  “Two cases. Same killer. They raped the daughter, tied the mom and made her watch. The fathers were absent.”

“Oh my god.” You said and Felix continued. “Mother Lee Yoonah and daughter Kim Ara were the first two victims and yesterday mother Hwang Eunji and daughter Moon Minji were the next two.”

“What about the fathers?” Chan asked.

“Kim Donghyun was at work and found the first two victims like this. Moon Juwon and his wife were divorced. He was notified that their daughter didn’t attend school the next day.” Felix answered and everyone nodded.

“Any connections between the victims?” Seungmin asked.

“Nope. The families lived in different areas, the kids went to different schools, no common after school activities and the mothers attended different universities.” Felix said.

“What about the fathers?” Minho asked. “I haven’t searched yet.” Felix replied.

“Felix, you will go find any connection between the fathers. Search if they were at the same school, university, work place, anything they might have in common. Minho and I will visit the second crime scene and then the school of the second girl. Changbin, Han, you guys will talk to Moon Juwon at the police station. Seungmin and Jeongin, you guys will go to the school of the first girl. Hyunjin and (y/n) will find Kim Donghyun in his house, since there’s no crime scene for the first two victims.” Chan ordered.

“Ah, yes! Here is the box with photos of the evidence of the first crime scene. It’s all the police could find.” Felix said and handed you the box.

“Let’s go find the bastard.” Chan said and everyone got up.

“He really made them watch their daughters getting raped and then shot them.” Chan exclaimed not able to believe it. “I swear to god when we catch this bitch, I’ll make him pay.” Minho murmured as he examined the crime scene more, with the help of the police officers.

“There are no signs of forced entry.” An officer informed Chan. “They were about to have lunch together. The table was made and the food is untouched.” Minho appeared from the kitchen.

“The man somehow got in. Probably knocked? Earned the trust of the mother and was allowed in.” Chan thought out loud.

“He personally knew the victims. That’s an act of hatred.” Minho said and Chan nodded. “I’ll text Felix to check if the two families had common friends”

“Mr Juwon?” Jisung walked in the room, seeing Moon Juwon with his head in his hands.

He carefully sat across him on the table, Changbin copying him.

“Why?” The broken man asked.

“That’s what we want to find out too, Mr Juwon. We would like to ask you a few questions about your ex-wife and your daughter, if that’s okay with you.” Changbin spoke and the man nodded.

“You said you were informed about your daughter’s absence from school, correct?” Jisung started and the man nodded.

“I called her mother on her cellphone right after, when she didn’t pick up I panicked because I knew she’d be awake and on her way to work at this hour. I decided to go over there and check if someone was home and then… I-I saw…” The man started breathing heavily, tears spilling from his eyes and Changbin moved towards him.

“Take deep breaths with me. Come on,” and the man tried to synchronize his breathing with Changbin’s.

“Would you like to stop?” Jisung asked after the man calmed down, but he shook his head ‘no’.

“It was concluded that the killer did this around noon. Can you tell us where you were at that moment?” Changbin asked and the man looked at him with widened eyes.

“Are you accusing me of killing my ex-wife and my daughter?” he asked and Jisung sighed.

“It’s not like we can’t suspect you, but by confirming an alibi, we can get many answers, such as whether you are a suspect or not, and if you aren’t, then we can try and find out how did the person know you’d be away, or that you wouldn’t be visiting them and end up ruining his plans.”

“I was at work. You can ask my boss and check the cameras of the parking lot and see me entering my car and leaving at about 5:15pm. Extra 15 minutes, because I was collecting my stuff and took the stairs to go down instead of the elevator.” He replied and the two men nodded.

“Kim Ara was a little angel. Her mother was so sweet too. She was friends with all the other parents. I don’t see how anyone could do something this brutal to them.” The principal spoke. “Could anyone be jealous of the two? Maybe a parent that wasn’t that social even if they tried, or a kid that was jealous of Ara?” Seungmin asked and the principal shook her head. “I wasn’t aware of anything like that. When we informed the other parents, they all seemed devastated and they all cried.”

“People can act.” Jeongin quietly let out and the principal nodded.

You knocked on the door and let out a shaky breath making Hyunjin raise his eyebrow at you and make a mental note to himself to ask you about it later.

“Who is it?”

“Mr Kim, we’re with the FBI, we would like to talk to you, if you have time.” You said and the man opened the door seeing your badges before letting you in.

“I could have been there to protect them.” The man said and Hyunjin sighed.

“Don’t think like that. We were informed that you were at work, at the time it all happened, correct?”

“Yes. That day I had a headache in the morning and was thinking of calling in sick, but I had a lot of work to do and didn’t want to leave it for another day.” Kim Donghyun said and you nodded.

“We heard that your wife was very social and had talked to all the parents of students in Ara’s school.” You said and the man sighed.

“Yoonah is….well, was a social butterfly. She was extroverted, she was friendly, and she helped everyone. She was an angel on earth.”

“Could anyone perhaps be jealous of her or your daughter?” You asked.

“Oh, no. Everyone loved her. Even since she was at school, everyone called her a sunshine. She had no enemies, she forgave everyone no matter what, which is why some people tried to use her. But she still had faith in humans.”

“Did you get any information from the school?” Chan asked Seungmin on the phone. “No, not really. No enemies, no one jealous of them. Everyone just loved these people.” He said and Chan sighed. “Well, there must have been someone jealous of them. Anyway, I’ll meet you guys back in the police station.” He said and hung up, before dialing Changbin’s number.

“Any information?”  “The father has an alibi, so he obviously isn’t a suspect. But other than that nothing special. What about you?”

“No, nothing. The girl was a good enough student, her mother didn’t really engage with the other parents. We’re coming to the police station now.” He said and hung up.

“I’m thinking of selling this house and leaving. It’s hard to sleep in this house, wake up and sit on the couch where it all happened.” Kim Donghyun murmured.

“It might be good for you. To make a new start, I mean.” You answer and Hyunjin got up from the seat next to you.

“Do you mind if I look around? Just in case there is any evidence the police missed?” He asked.

“It was cleaned up, but feel free to search anything.” The man said and waved a hand in dismissal.

Chan’s phone beeped on his pocket and he picked it up, handing it to Minho, as he was driving.

“Felix? What is it?” He asked.

“Oh my god, you won’t believe it, the fathers could know each other.”

“How so?” Minho asked. “They attended the same university, had different majors, but shared a few common classes.”

“Inform the others who are at the police station, we will inform (y/n) and Hyunjin” Chan said and Minho hung up.

Hyunjin paced around the room, connecting each photo by the police to every corner of the house.  He stared at the man’s big library pulling out a random book and read its title.

“You seem to have many books” He commented and the man looked up.

“Yeah, I was kind of a bookworm ever since I was a kid. Yoonah and I even tried to make a book club in college. We weren’t enough people, since according to the rules we needed at least 5 and we were only 4, so we never got to actually make it.” He said and Hyunjin nodded.

Right in that moment your phone beeped with a text.

“Oh my god,” You said out loud and looked at the man across you with widened eyes.

“What is it?” Both he and Hyunjin said at the same time.

“Do you perhaps know a person named Moon Juwon?” You asked and Hyunjin raised an eyebrow.

The man stood up and moved towards Hyunjin, picking the book exactly next to the one Hyunjin had picked and pulled out a photo.

“This is my wife, me and Moon Juwon. He was one of the people who wanted to be in our book club.” The man said.

“Who was the other person?” You asked and the man paused.

“I... don’t remember his name. We weren’t really close, we just agreed to let him in the book club because we needed people. He didn’t take it well when we were told that we can’t make it. We found an old building and held it here, trying to show other people that we aren’t nerds for wanting to have a book club, but he found out and was angry we never told him” He said.

You pulled out the phone and called Chan.

“The fathers know each other. They wanted to make a book club. The killer is probably the 4th person, but we don’t know his name.” You spoke quickly.

“Where was that book club held?” Minho asked and pulled out his phone to text Felix for directions. The man gave the men the address and you hung up and sighed.

 “Felix, tell the others to ask Juwon if he remembers the name of the fourth person and give them directions to the building. Chan and I are heading there now.” Minho said as soon as Felix picked up, as Chan turned the wheel and drove in the direction of the building.

The two men reached the building faster than the rest of the team and the police.  Minho immediately tried to open the door, but Chan blocked him, stopping his actions.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Minho yelled.

“Are you out of your mind? We have to wait for the others to come first, we can’t just go in there alone!” Chan reasoned and Minho scoffed.

“We don’t even know if he is in there. Let’s just go inside.” He said and got out of the car making Chan sigh, but copy his actions. He wouldn’t let him go in there all alone.

Minho kicked the door and walked right in, checking the rooms, Chan following his actions. He motioned Minho to follow him, seeing something like a shadow moving in the room in front of him. They walked right in coming face to face with the killer, who held a gun towards them.

“Put the gun down now!” Minho ordered but the man didn’t move in inch.

“No! They deceived me! They gave me false hope and got what they deserved!” The man screamed at the top of his lungs.

“What did the poor little girls do to you?” Chan said, trying to play for time, until the rest of the team arrived.

“I wanted to make their parents suffer. Seeing their little girls being raped by me, seeing them cry and beg for me to stop.”

“You’re a sick bastard.” Minho spat out and the man laughed.

“I don’t care what you think of me. You don’t understand because you didn’t go through this.”

“Then tell us. Help us understand.” Chan said and the man laughed again.

“I know this is a trick. You can’t possibly think I’m that stupid.” He said and moved to aim at Chan, but before he could fire, Minho shot him on the leg, making him fall to the ground and drop his gun.

Chan rushed towards the gun taking it away, while Minho held the man’s arms behind his back, searched for any other weapons and handcuffed him.

In that moment, hearing the gun shot, the rest of the team, who had just arrived, rushed out of their vehicle. They saw Chan and Minho dragging the injured man outside.

“What the hell? Why didn’t you wait for us?” Changbin yelled and took the man from Minho’s arms.

“I couldn’t wait knowing this bitch could be in there,” Minho said and Seungmin sighed.

“Next time please wait for us. We know you hate cases that involve rapes the most, especially of kids, but you can’t just act impulsively.” He said making Chan nod, agreeing with the younger male.

“It won’t happen again,” Minho promised and Jeongin sighed, finally having solved this case.

Soon, Hyunjin and you arrived too and were informed about what happened and you rushed towards Minho, engulfing him in your arms.

“Why the fuck would you scare me like this? You could have been shot in there! Are you out of your mind?” You said hitting his chest softly, making the man chuckle.

“It’s okay now. I’m fine! See?” he said and opened his arms to show you that he wasn’t hurt at all.

“Still, I’m supposed to avoid such stressful situations. It’s bad for-” You said and pressed your lips together to avoid continuing your sentence, making Minho widen his eyes.

“It’s bad for…? For who?” he prompted you to continue, but you shook your head.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you like this,” You said and buried your face in his chest, as he instinctively wrapped his arms around you.

“Tell me what, baby?” He asked and you sighed, before looking deep into his eyes.

“I’m pregnant.” You said and his eyes widened.

“F-for real? Y-you’re really p-pregnant?” a huge smile hovered his face when he saw you nod.

“WE’RE PREGNANT! WE’RE PREGNANT! WE ARE GONNA HAVE A BABY! WE’RE PREGNANT!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, making the rest of the team turn to look at you.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” Changbin asked and pushed Han who was standing next to him.

“Dude why aren’t you excited? THEY’RE PREGNANT!” he yelled making him and you chuckle.

“Jisung knew,” you said and Minho gasped. “He knew before me?”

“I’m sorry, baby” you said and tried to kiss his cheek but he avoided it.

Suddenly you were stolen from Minho’s arms, an excited Changbin twirling you around.

“Oh my god, I wanna be the godfather! I’m going to spoil this kid. I’ll be the cool godfather that will bring it many presents and they will be so cool because they’ll be just like me!” He rambled and you begged for him to put you down.

“Changbin you idiot, don’t twirl her around like this, she is a pregnant woman now.” Seungmin said and Changbin apologized to you, placing you down.

“Congratulations (y/n)” Chan said and hugged you, before hugging Minho and congratulating him too.

Jeongin engulfed you in a big hug too, waddling from side to side, making you chuckle as he whispered “I’ll be a better godfather than Changbin-hyung, keep this in mind,”

“I heard that you little shit!” Changbin yelled making everyone laugh.

“Was everyone planning to ever tell me or did I have to overhear it while I was on the phone with Hyunjin?” Felix whined when you all came back to your offices, making you chuckled when he hugged you.

“I’ll be the coolest godfather, I-” He started but Minho cut him off.

“Enough with the godfathers. Literally everyone has already offered.”

“I told (y/n) first!” Jisung whined.

“I haven’t offered to be the godfather!” Seungmin exclaimed.

“Congratulations! You’re the godfather,” Minho said making everyone else whine.

Partners for the night 3

Swinger!Lee Know x Swinger!reader

Summary: Your husband, Hyunjin, and you recently joined a swinger club and haven’t had the chance to meet many people. So you decided to chat up with people together, before finding your own partners for the night. Tonight, you finaly got to meet Mr Lee, the man you’ve heard a lot about.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: swear words, swinging, drinking, oral (m receiving), face fucking, degrading, riding, fingering, no aftercare (per request)

Word count: 1.3k (1359 words)

A/N: You can read every part individually, since it’s just different p.o.v.s of the same night.

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“I don’t know, personally this is my favorite building out of all.” You said, but Mr Lee shook his head. “My favorite was one a few years back, when Mr and Mrs Bang were still presidents. It was royalty themed and it was so realistic. It was the party with the biggest attendance!” Mr Lee said.

“Sadly, we weren’t in the club back then, but we’ve heard a lot about it.” Your husband, Hyunjin, said. “The current presidents are doing an amazing job too. I was a little worried at first, since I didn’t know them well and didn’t know what to expect from them, but they host amazing parties every time.” Mr Lee complimented. “Speaking of the current presidents, have you seen them around?” Hyunjin asked Mr Lee.

“They’re probably still at the door greeting guests. But I think my wife and I were one of the last couples to come, so they’re probably about to close it.” He said and Hyunjin nodded.

“I will go check. Thank you.” He said and left the two of you alone. “So, Mr Lee,” you trailed off as the man finished his drink and threw his cup away before looking at you.

“Yeah?” he asked, but you didn’t really know what to tell him, so you awkwardly shrugged. He chuckled and leaned closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’ll be direct. I hate small talk. I always did. I want to fuck you and I can’t do it right here, so, do you want to follow me to a room?” he explicitly said making you shudder. Mr Lee was known for being very direct with what he wants. For some, it was rude, but to you it was so hot.

He didn’t pretend that you weren’t a quick fuck and you loved how, from what you’ve heard, he never treated other women as well as he treats his wife. You had seen him keep his arm around her waist all the time until they parted ways. To the women he got with at parties, he was cold and distant, but it made you so intrigued.

“Yes,” you replied, making him smile satisfied with your answer. “Follow me, then,” he said and moved towards some rooms, not even bothering to guide you through the crowd. You walked past couples making out and even walked passed Mr Lee’s wife talking to Mr Bang, but you didn’t know if he noticed her.

He opened the door and walked in first, without waiting for you. You followed and closed the door behind you, but not before putting a ‘do not disturb’ sign on.

“Come here,” he ordered, sitting on the couch the room had, not even letting you look around the place. You walked towards him and he pointed at the floor with his eyes, signaling you to kneel. You followed his orders and kneeled in front of his spread legs. He pushed his pants and underwear down, revealing his almost fully hard cock and looked at you with an expectant look.

“Suck.” He ordered as if you were supposed to already know what he wanted you to do. After you were given permission, you immediately started stroking his cock and wrapped your lips around the head, softly sucking it into your mouth. You teased it with your tongue, before you started taking more in. “Good girl,” he said, his jaw clenching feeling your warm mouth around him. You pumped what you couldn’t fit and started bopping up and down his dick. You moved your other hand to cup his balls, making him hiss and throw his head back.

“Let me fuck your throat,” he said, let you pull away and stood up. You stayed on your knees and started pumping him once more, before opening your mouth for the handsome man. He slowly pushed inside, helping you get used to the size of him and you were thankful he was this considerate. Soon, he started fucking your throat, each time making you take a little more.

Finally, with a hard thrust, he bottomed out, making you take all of it in and gag around him. You pulled away coughing a little making him chuckle.

“Come on, little slut, get undressed and sit on all fours on the bed,” He said and your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head at the name. You felt so dirty. You didn’t even know you loved to feel degraded like this.

“Hasn’t your husband ever called you that? It’s sad, because it’s exactly what you are. You’re just a little slut who likes to sleep with other men.” He said and you looked away in shame, but so turned on.

He rolled on a condom and pushed inside of you immediately. “You’re so wet I didn’t even have to prep you. You’ve been fucked by so many other men, you don’t need time to adjust.” He groaned out and you know he knew this wasn’t accurate, but it still added a lot to the fun.

His pace didn’t falter, as he kept pushing in and out of you. He kept mumbling a few stuff you didn’t catch because you were so lost in your own world, as he kept hitting a spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“I’ll cum soon,” he warned, but you couldn’t reply, as your arms stopped supporting your weight and your head fell against the pillow. The angle made both of you cum immediately, and Minho rode out his high and pulled out of you immediately.

“You can clean up first,” he said and you thanked him and collected your clothes and headed to the bathroom.

When you were done, he told you not to wait for him, as he closed the bathroom door behind him. You put on your shoes and left the room, deciding to walk around to explore the ship-themed building just a little more.  

Of course, the theme of the party was nice, just as you had said, Minho thought. But he still preferred the Royalty themed party Mr and Mrs Bang organized. But was it because it was very realistic or was it because it was the night he fuck the president’s wife?

He could remember the day like it was yesterday, because he had managed to make such mess of the president’s wife, she needed help to walk afterwards.

“Are you gonna cum again for me?” He asked, but the president’s wife just meowled in response. “You can’t even form words?” He chuckled and continued abusing her g-spot with his fingers, trailing his other hand from her ass cheek to the back of her head, before pressing it against the pillow.

She drooled on it, the pleasure making her see stars. It was the third time she had come in one night. After he made her cum while riding his dick, he spanked her for not making him cum, positioned her on all fours and fucked her from behind until he came. She came again at the same time as him, so he decided to punish her with his fingers ‘for being a needy slut’ as he had said.

However, his favorite part of the night wasn’t this.

“Go clean up,” He said waving a hand to dismiss her, but she just whined not able to move from the bed. “Do you want me to bring you your husband here? Have him clean you up?” He said and she nodded much to his surprise. At first he didn’t actually mean it and would even go against his own rules and help the woman clean up a little, but he was shocked by her response.

He cleaned up quickly and got dressed. He moved towards the bar that was set up and got a glass of water. Luckily, right next to him was president Chan. “Here, give this to your wife in room 8. It’s right up the stairs.” He handed the glass to the man and smirked at his shocked expression and widened eyes, before leaving him to go find his wife, as he himself looked around for his wife too.

Part 1 (Chan) | Part 2 (Hyunjin) | Part 4 (Changbin)

cat cafe | lee minho x reader | 721 w.

Co-owning a cat cafe has been a successful attempt to make a side income for Minho. Plus point because he gets to see them more frequently than his actual cats.

Another plus point because you're his co-owner.

"We really need to talk about the interior design. I feel like it's too dull and need more color or something," you said on the phone. You admit the location of this cafe is a bit... secluded. But with the power of social media, you believe this place can thrive.

On the other line, Minho was looking through his laptop screen. Scrolling through countless pictures about "Cat cafe interior designs." He knows absolutely nothing about interior design, but if you say so, he'll find a way to make it work. You talk more about changing this and that, what's the most important thing to do according to you and the internet.

"I hope you're actually listening," you said quietly. You realize that he hasn't spoken any words since he picked up the phone 5 minutes ago.

"I am!" Minho assured. He had already texted his friends for recommendations.

"M'kay, well, let's talk about this more when you have free time," you proposed.

"How about tomorrow?" he asks. "I'll make appointments with an interior designer so we can talk about it."

You open your mouth to protest, Minho is a responsible co-owner. Sometimes too responsible that he immediately agrees to everything you say. Of course, you're not complaining, but it never failed to fluster you.

"Are you free around lunch?" Minho asks again. You confirmed your free schedule for tomorrow before writing down some of your ideas.

"How did you even find an interior designer that quick?" you asked Minho when he walked into the cafe the next morning. He decided that it would be best if both of you talked first and sort out some things.

"Let's say I have... friends... who have connections..." he drawled. Your eyes widen at the confession. "It'll be great, trust me," Minho adds.

Around lunch, a middle-aged woman walked inside the cafe, looking around the place. You quickly notice this and nudge Minho's elbow. He stood up instantly, approaching the woman before guiding her to where you were sitting.

After exchanging names, she took out a catalog. Colors drained from Minho's face, a grave mistake that prompted you to look at him in confusion.

"Sorry," you said softly, "uh... I think there's a misunderstanding here." You smiled thinly. The words on the cover of the catalog look both funny and scary at the same time.

"Newlyweds Home: Interior Strategies"

Minho gulps down, mentally cursing himself.

"Oh?" the designer questioned. Looking as confused as you are. "Well, yesterday Minho said he and his partner need a consultation for a co-owned space, wouldn't that be your new home?" she continues.

"It's the cafe," Minho answered. Although his hands are itchy to snatch the catalog and look at the details of each page. He's looking at your expression, wondering if you're interested. Like he is.

"Oh!" she exclaims. Laughing awkwardly. "Well, you see, I'm actually specialized in residential interior design, not commercial ones, though I can do it as well, but I'd rather refer you to someone I know if that's okay..."

Minho inhales sharply, a smile formed on his lips. "That would be amazing, thanks!"

And just like that, the woman quickly put back the catalog in her bag, took out a name card, and slid it over to Minho. All three of you talk for a moment before Minho escorts her out.

For a split second, you were actually thinking about what it's like to actually have your own home. Build your own family. With Minho.

"Well that was awkward," Minho said when he came back in. You punched his shoulder playfully. Unable to get over the silliness. "How would I know if residential and commercial interior design is different?" he tried to defend himself. Following you to the back room.

"Well, maybe next time we'll do the research together, dummy," you said, taking a glass of water. Your cheeks feel hot for no particular reason.

"Agree," Minho answered.

Maybe next time, both of you will still consider the residential interior design too. Maybe when both of you had the courage to actually let the heart lead for once.

a/n. minho is such a "whatever you say, beautiful" typa person i just know it in my heart. also mutual pining!! isn't it frustrating to read? ((bcs it is frustrating to write...)) my reader self was like "kiss already!" but no... for this one you get to decide what happens next ((or should i make a second installation? lmk heheh<3))

exquisite in every single way possible my eyes and brain have been blessed 😩♥️

could i request a lee know where reader tries to get his photocard but also gets a changbin one and she seems more excited about the changbin one because she already has a lot of minho but he doesn't know that and gets jealous and fucks her roughly and afterwards she shows him all her photocards of him and he gets so shyy.

Warning: smut below! mdni.

“I cannot believe you actually bought that shit,” Minho says with an amused chuckle as he stands behind you, his arms wrapped lazily around your waist.

“I buy one any time I see them,” you retort. “It’s called supporting my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well your boyfriend feels plenty supported without you wasting money on albums he could’ve given you for free,” Minho replies, pressing a chaste kiss to your shoulder as you undo the plastic cling wrapping.

It’s a tradition at this point, to pick up an album whenever you see one in stores, enjoying the simple pleasures his fans feel when they eagerly try to collect all the little photocards inside. You know already that Minho has access to stacks of these at his disposal, and that all you have to do is ask for one. But just as his fans enjoy it, you love the thrill of collecting a random photocard to add to your collection, even more special if it’s one of your boyfriend’s.

“Who do you think it is?” You ask with a smile, lifting the cover of the box to reveal the contents inside. The card is hidden behind a poster, face-down to add to the anticipation, and you pinch it between your fingers, turning your head back to face him.

“Me,” Minho replies confidently. “I’d hate to see your reaction if it was anyone else, considering this thing is worth like five coffees or something.”

You slap his arm playfully, thumbing the thin cardboard in your hand and closing your eyes.

“I’ll be happy with whoever I get.”

“Yeah, right,” Minho responds, leaning his face down to rest on your shoulder, his gaze fixed on the card in your hand.

“Ready?” You ask, and he chuckles lightly.

“Let’s see it.”

You make a big show out of dramatically flipping the card over, slapping it into the palm of your hand, and then you open your eyes to examine which member you’ve received.

“Oh my god,” you say, a smile growing on your face as you bring the card up to eye-level to inspect. “It’s Changbin!”

Minho chuckles lightly, a little indifferent to it, but you can’t seem to stop smiling.

“This is such a cute one, too,” you say, flipping the card over once, and then back to examine his face.

It’s a more recent photo of Changbin, his sculpted biceps visible in a white cutoff tank, a playful pout on his face and forming a half heart on his cheek with his hand.

“I need to add this to my Changbin page,” you say enthusiastically, and Minho’s grip around you loosens.

“Changbin page?”

“Yeah,” you reply casually. “I only have three of him. This one makes four- oh my god, I finally have a full page for him!”

“What the hell is a Changbin page?” Minho asks with a disheartened chuckle. “Why are you so happy to be collecting pictures of someone you’re not dating?”

“Minho, it’s part of the culture,” you reply with a chuckle of your own. “It doesn't mean I’m dating him or something.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it- you’re not dating him. You’re not even trying to pretend to be sad that you didn’t pull me.”

“Of course I’m sad,” you reply. “I only collect these to support your career. But it’s a randomized process, in case you forgot.”

“Yeah, right,” Minho says with a nervous smile. “I think this conversation ends here.”

You open your mouth to argue back with him, promptly shutting it before a smirk grows on your lips.

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous of Changbin?” He retorts. “As if.”

“Jealous that I’m happy I pulled Changbin,” you correct him. Minho says nothing, keeping his gaze on the cabinets behind you.

“Oh my god, you’re jealous. That’s hilarious.”

“Would you stop?”

“You’re so jealous I pulled Changbin! You can’t even look at me!”

“I said stop-”

“What if I start buying Changbin’s merch, too? Should I bring a poster for him at the next tour?”

“Stop!” Minho exclaims, an equally amused smile tugging at his lips. He wants to maintain his serious composure around you, but he can’t, knowing very well that he is jealous, and that this whole argument is undeniably stupid.

“So what if I’m jealous?” Minho retorts, nearing you with a long stride as you hoist yourself up to sit on the granite kitchen island.

“I’d say that’s really fucking hot,” you reply, letting your legs part on the surface below you as he slots himself between them and lets his hands find your waist.

“There’s nothing hot about it,” Minho replies, although he can feel his cock swelling in his pants.

“There is,” you say. “It’s hot that you’re so possessive when it’s a literal piece of cardboard. Kinda want you to fuck me since you’re so mad about it.”

“I can do that,” Minho says sternly, leaning in to graze his lips against yours. “I’m sorry Changbin’s not around to do it instead, though.”

And he closes the gap between the two of you, his lips working eagerly against yours as his hands massage little circles on your inner thighs. You let your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him down to graze the crook of your neck, where he sucks a trail of bruises there and groans into your flesh. Your legs part a little further now, indicating for him to move faster, which Minho quickly takes notice of and pulls away to undo the strings of his sweatpants.

“Fucking Changbin,” Minho grumbles, pulling down his gray sweatpants and letting them pool at his ankles.

“Jealousy looks so good on you,” you say to him, pulling him in by his t-shirt for another kiss. “Get jealous more often, will you? I’ve never seen you get hard this fast.”

Minho’s boxers fall with his pants, his dripping cock angling straight at your entrance as his kisses turn sloppier and more hungry. His hands snake to the hem of your panties, tugging harshly, before he’s pulling them off of you entirely and discarding them on the kitchen floor.

“You want to collect your silly little pictures?” Minho inquires, wrapping his slender fingers around the base of his cock and beginning to pump gently. “Go ahead. I could care less about what you do.”

“Really?” You reply, amused with his stubbornness. “See how I react next time I pull Changbin, then. Maybe I’ll ask him to help me out instead.”

And Minho shuts you up as he finally guides himself inside of you, his hand remaining on the base of his cock still.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Minho groans, his hand finding the small of your back as he begins to fuck you with force. “Do whatever you want.”

“Maybe I will,” you say, your parted lips grazing over his drooly ones, as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt, bottoming out with ease as your pussy enwreathes him in its wetness. His eyes shut instinctively, groans leaving his mouth as he pulls you closer by your waist and grinds your pussy further against him, his tip caressing a new angle that drives you crazy.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “Feels so fucking good,”

“Yeah?” Minho asks, panting heavily into your ear. “Maybe you planned this little stunt just so I’d fuck you.”

You’re hardly able to reply to him, muffled whimpers escaping your lips as he continues to fuck you, your legs coming around to wrap around his torso. And he can make all the jokes he wants, but he knows at the end of the day it’s him who gets to fuck you like this, him who gets you to cream all over his cock and whose name you’re screaming for the whole neighborhood to hear.

You know it too, confident enough in your relationship to know that a quick, rough fuck will pacify any ounce of Minho’s jealousy once his seed is dripping out of your cunt. It’s like all he has to do is fuck you like he’s trying to breed you, so that you both set aside this immature game and rekindle your differences.

“Tell me how it feels,” Minho groans, increasing his pace now.

“So good,” you breathe, one hand tangling in his brown tresses again. “God, your cock drives me insane.”

“Bet my photocards do too, huh?”

“Jesus Christ, Minho, can’t you just-”

“Say it,” he orders with a grin, his dick continuing to work itself in and out of you. “If you’re so fucking sure you don’t care about Changbin.”

“I don’t give a shit about him,” you say breathlessly, only because you’re desperate for release now. “Or his stupid photocards. Just cum inside me already.”

“Say you hate the guy,” he orders, working a trail of kisses up your neck. “Say you don’t give a fuck about his stupid photos.”

“I hate them,” you echo. “They’re nothing compared to yours. Nothing compares to you fucking me like this- god, it’s so fucking good.”

“I’m gonna cum,” Minho whines, his grip tightening around the small of your back. “Finish at the same time and I’ll forgive you.”

And you clench your entrance around him as he moves even faster now, the sound of skin teeming all around you as he moans desperately into your ear, the volume amplified as you hug him close.

His cock twitches once inside you, pace slowing just a little, before he finally shoots a generous load of his release into your sopping cunt, painting your walls white with his release and placing open-mouthed kisses along the bruises in your flesh.

And you reach your release in tandem with his, clenching around his still-hard cock as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, your head spinning as he fucks your own cum out of you with the remainder of his stamina before pulling out and readjusting himself.

You steady yourself on the counter with your hands as Minho pulls on his clothes again, catching your breath momentarily before hopping off and collecting your album from the table.

“I’m gonna go add this to my Changbin page,” you say casually, exiting the kitchen to your bedroom, where all your album paraphernalia is stored,

“Oh my god- really?” Minho calls out with a groan, running his hands through his hair frustratedly. “I thought this was over.”

When you return, there’s a small blue binder in your hands, clear dividers stacked cover-to-cover and filled with photocards.

“What is that?” Minho asks, coming around to examine the book with you.

You place Changbin’s card into a plastic sleeve, flipping open to your designated page for him and slotting him among your other three photocards.

“It’s my photocard binder,” you reply, flipping to the start of the binder.

And Minho can’t help the smile that grows on his face at the sight of it- pages upon pages, rows upon rows of his photocards, all different eras, all different poses, neatly organized in your binder and the majority of your collection.

“Is that all…”

“You?” You say amused. “I told you I only collect these for you. This one’s my favorite. And this one’s my favorite hair on you. This one was really expensive-”

“Oh god,” Minho says shyly. “I can’t even look at them.”

But his chest feels warm, overrun with love for you and your little collection of his photocards.

“This one’s your hottest one,” you continue. “And this one I bring everywhere with me…”

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LOVE AND WAR (LEE MINHO X READER)

y/n has her life and future all planned out living a comfortable and predictable life. but all of that changes when lee minho comes into her life like a hurricane and shows her what she’s been missing all along

genre: social media au, enemies to lovers, boyfriends friend

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol/cigarettes/sex, dirty talk/sexting, emotional affair

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[2:25 AM]

The fresh bedsheets are cold but your skin is burning hot, cheeks flushed and tear stained. Normally, this would be a happy ending. The night would stop here, the day would come, you would go and Minho would pretend it didn't happen until the next time it did.

That was okay with you, it made things easier. You didn't want him to act any different for your sake; both of you agreed to this arrangement, and there were clear rules set out in bold text, underlined in red.

There were lines there so you would not cross them, and yet here you are. In his bed, staring up at the ceiling with an ache in your chest from your heavy heart, weighed down with unwanted thoughts and feelings.

His soft snoring echoes throughout the otherwise silent room, and it makes the walls seem taller and the distance between your bodies that much larger. It makes you feel vunerable. It makes you feel weak.

How could you have let it get to this point? You knew before you went into this that it could never go too far. The deal was there would be no strings attached, and you could leave whenever you felt like it.

Except you couldn't. You wanted to leave, wanted to tell him this deal wasn't working and you needed more, you needed him. You wanted nothing more than to be spending these nights cuddling instead of drowning your stupid feelings in a couple shots of whatever cheap liquor was in your glass and pretending you were only in love with his body.

More tears fall, dripping against his pillowcase.

You wish your feelings would do the same, just drip away until there's nothing left, but instead your mind feels full to the brim with 'what if's that you know are all painfully pointless. He doesn't feel the same. He doesn't care, he'll never care, it doesn't even matter...but what if-

"Y/N?" Minho's sleepy voice breaks you out of your thoughts, an arm reaching blindly towards your curled up figure to pull you against him. "Why are you still awake?"

You don't trust your voice enough to give a proper response right now, so you simply hum and let him hold you like it means anything to him.

He doesn't seem to mind, though, drifting off to sleep again minutes later.

His arms are wrapped around you and his body is so warm, but you've never felt colder in your life.

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Head over heels - Lee Know pt2

First part here (Can be read as a standalone)

Warning: Cursing(I can't help it). mentions of drinking. The reader is overthinking in the beginning but the end is fluffy. Minho is a menace and I love him for it. I can't think of anything else please tell me if I missed anything. Reader is gender neutral.

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A/N- Hey lovelies, I'm back with the continuation of the previous Minho drabble. I wasn't thinking of writing the second part but I got inspired so here we are. I really hope you'll like it. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I'd love to hear what you guys think. Thank you for all the love and support you give me, it really means so much to me. Please take care of yourselves, love you all so much!! <3 <3

The one and only sun, the sourse of light and basically all life on earth was sometimes a huge dick. Like what do you mean you're brutally waking someone up from their sweet slumber on 8 am on sunday? That's just evil. Do you know what they were up to all night? Maybe they need their much needed rest. Talk about inconsiderate.

Grumbling curses at the bright rays of sunshine which felt like you were being poked in your eyeballs you turned to your side, trying to escape them. You furrowed your face into your pillow hoping to fall back asleep. But you couldn't. Because you realized couple of things. First of all your so called pillow was clearly breathing. Second of all the familiar comforting smell clearly belonged to your best friend. Third, how the fuck was Minho's chest so firm yet so soft?

Hold on, hold on. Why were you sharing a bed with Minho? Normally whenever he slept over he opted for using the guest bedroom or the couch if he was too lazy to get up. It was rare of you to share a bed. Wait did you do something?

You tried to recall the events of the last night. You were at the club. Minho got a bit drunk, you went to get him some water. Some deuchbag tried to hit on you but Minho scared him off. You got to your apartment. You asked him to help with detangling your Chains and you two made out for hours, you talked in between and some time into talking about some random stuff Minho fell asleep.

You made out wit your best friend! What were you thinking?! You're clearly into him, you have been for a while, but what about him? Okay you knew Minho wouldn't just kiss you out of nowhere but still! You have been extra flirty lately but he hasn't given you a hint or a clue that he romantically likes you like that. Maybe it was just a spur of moment thing. Let's say he wanted to test things out. Maybe he wanted to test if he liked you like that? Oh god, what if he regreted it? What if you ruined everything. Oh God, what if this messed up your friendship. You couldn't live without him in your life. Maybe it was an overdramtic announcement but he was too dear for you. He was the reason you believed in suolmated be it platonic or romantic. God you shouldn't have indulged in kissing him when you knew he was still a bit tipsy. But he was so close tho and his lips looked so pretty and kissable... Oh what the hell?

The hands tightening around you stopped your train of thoughts. Great you woke him up now. You were mad at the damn sun for waking you up and now you were the one to wake him up? Great job.

Minho's groggy yet soft morning voice startled you. "I can physically feel you overthinking. It's too early, go to sleep."

"But Minho." You cringed at yourself at how whiny your voice sounded. Minho opened his eyes to give you an unimpressed look. He wrapped his hands more tightly and brought you even closer. You both loved and hated how at peace you felt whenever you were around him. Being between his harm made every cell in your body relax, except your heart, which felt like it would burst any second. When did you even manage to fall so hard for him?

"Do you like me?" The suddenness of his question startled you. You couldn't with him sometimes.

Unimpressed with the lack of answer Minho opened his eyes and full on glared at you. Normally you would laugh it off or try to make him well not upset but now all you could think about was how could a human look so breathtaking first thing in the morning. With messy hair and slightly dark circles from the few hours of sleep he got. He was like a walking renaissance painting what the hell? Minho was about to let go of you when you started talking. Well you had to say something.

"It pisses me off how pretty you look first thing in the morning."

You blinked at you once, then twice then rolled his eyes. His hand came up to your cheek and you thought that maybe it was one of those rare moments when he was sweet and affectionate, but no, you were proven wrong when he slightly pulled on the skin of your cheek.

"First of all, I'm always pretty. Second of all I could say the same to you." He let go of your skin and now slightly grazed your soft skin. "Third of all you're getting distracted sweetheart." This smooth fucker. You could feel your face start to heat up.

"You have never called me sweetheart."

"Hm, do you not like it?" Minho mused and looked at you with eyes full of mischief. The fucker knew he was getting you all flustered up.

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

"You're cute." Why was he so keen on teasing you today?

"Shut up!" - You couldn't help but groan. You didn't fully appreciate how flustered he made you feel.

The smirk on his face grew even wider if that was possible."Make me!"

If he thought that you wouldn't retaliate! You looked at him with challenging eyes. "I just might!"

"So you do like me." He said so casually while playing with strand of your hair you were taken aback for a second. God you hated how your heart basically did a backflip at his soft voice.

"You're infurating." You wanted to hide your face now, you knew this little asshole was having the time of his life watching you get this flustered.

"And you're not denying." Why would you? He knew you liked him.

"One fact doesn't exclude the other smartass!"

"So you're admitting it." How was he so casual about it?

"Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" You challenged him. Proud of yourself when you saw that your comment got to him and suprised him for a second.

"Then, I am going to kiss you senseless like you're pretty butt deserves to. And I'm going to take you some place fancy for our first date." To make his point across he even took your hand and softly kissed it.

"Partner?" You couldn't hide your surprise as well as your hopefulness.

"Aww you think my butt is pretty." This was the only response you could muster up. At this point you were amazed how was your heart still working.

"Well of course I think my partner's butt is pretty." Did he just say what you thought he did?

"Bold of you to assume You have any way out of this relationship." What a romantic. Why was he so him?

You decided to tease him a little, after all that's all he did all morning. "What if I'm tired of you?"

"You can always sit the fuck down." Again, so romantic.

"What if there's no chair?" Based on the smirk on Minho's face you knew he was going to make it dirty. "Okay never mind, I got it. Okay, what if we lose chemistry?"

"I have seen breaking bad, we will cook something up."

"Okay you're clearly quoting that one tiktok I sent you."

Minho glared at you for a second. "Doesn't mean I'm not being genuine."

"What if your cats hate me?" Minho rolled his eyes at you.

"They love you and you know it."

"Yeah, I'm way too adorable for them to not love me. Okay what if..." Minho didn't let you finish.

"No what if's. I love you and it's clear you feel the same. I knew what I was doing when I kissed you last night and I know what I'm doing right now. You're mine and I'm going to treat you like a royalty until you let me. Don't overthink your pretty mind now. Let's just cuddle for a while and then I will take you out for the fanciest breakfast ever." Again not really romantic but the butterflies in your stomach still decided to have a French revolution in your tummy.

"I still hate you"

"Whatever you say sunshine." He leaned in and sealed his lips with yours.