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Accidental Confession in the Wrong Group Chat : Lee Know
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➽ Summary: Hyunjin meant to put all skz in a group chat but instead of putting I.N he accidentally put Y/N in it
➽ Genre: Crack, Humor and Fluff
➽ Warnings: Hyunjin being put in the air fryer
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Fake texts are really fun I might start doing more of those
✦ Masterlist ✦
Vampire Hunter Lee Know, set back in the 1800’s or just an older time period in general, with a vampire reader who is as ethical as a vampire could be, and now Lee Know has to decide if he hunts and kills the reader or defies orders
OMG ANON YOUR MIND?!?! this is sooo good I'm afraid I won't do it justice but I will try, you didn't say what genre so I'm assuming it's fluff
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It was stupid THIS was stupid, how come whenever Minho sees you he can't seem to pull the trigger, this wasn't good, he never misses a shot he has killed hundreds of Vampires what makes YOU so different
"are you going to shoot me lover boy or what" your big mouth isn't helping his case either "can you just shut the fuck up for 5 damn seconds!" you rolled your eyes at him, "you know if you don't shoot me I might have to kill you"
You say smiling making sure to show him your thin fangs "oh please you wouldn't hurt a fly" you raises an eyebrow at him "you do know I'm a vampire right?" "yeah and how many humans have you killed?" you closed yououth not expecting this question, you never killed anyone you always sucked enough blood to not be thirsty
"I could kill you if I wanted to" you mumbled "and I can shoot you if I wanted to" "but you won't" you replied back, walking closer to him, you could hear his heartbeat getting stronger faster but not out of fear but more out of excitement
"you know if I didn't know any better I would think you had a little crush on me" you giggled when you noticed how red his ears have become "I don'-" "Minho are you here?!" shit those were his hunters colleagues"
"Fuck leave now before they see you he looked around panicked" you giggled "so you really do have a crush on me" "this is not the fucking time t-" you interrupted him with a kiss
You pulled away to find him looking at you with hazzy eyes "see you next time lover boy" you said before disappearing
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I'm sorry I couldn't come up with a better ending but I hope you liked it!!
day 10 · 「four-letter word」
❝𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝.❞
➥ Coworker!Minho x Reader (f) — 3k
➥ The author chooses not to tag every single act to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.
⚠ — Intense hate sex, impact play, choking, objectifying language.
➥ He thinks you’re a Granger level know-it-all. You think he’s a Malfoy level showoff. That tension is either going to resolve with a punch on his fucking beautiful face, or…
Excellent dinner at the Michelin-rated restaurant of a hotel out of the city. Everyone at the table sharply dressed looking fine as hell. Three men representing the potential client firm having a great time, laughing, drinking, completely clueless of the storm brewing in front of them because across the table the atmosphere was tense as fuck behind the saccharine smiles four people were flashing.
Everybody at work knew you and Minho were at each other’s throats every chance you got. It wasn’t some rival shit anymore, but more like you belonged to families with generations of blood feud between them, scheming, poaching, doing whatever was necessary to have the upper hand over the other. Even though your new CEO was alerted of the heavy beef between you two, she ordered you to figure your shit out and assigned you both as account executives since you and Minho had a rep for being the ‘closers’ of the firm.
This dinner was of vital importance. The clients in question were going to bring in hundreds of thousands, which meant a lot was at stake to endure a temper tantrum of you two, so you were strictly instructed to behave at all costs. Your direct supervisors were sitting on either side of you as babysitters-turned-bomb defusers, trying to conceal their nervous sweating to the best of their ability. They just wanted to get this shit over with as soon as they could so that they could go back to their rooms upstairs and ask for retirement or something the next day.
“Stop trying to fucking undermine me in front of these people,” you whispered into Minho’s ear, your perfect smile leaving no room to suspect homicidal intent, “We’re equals here.”
“You seem to think that a lot, but I’m yet to see you land an account yourself when I’m in the game,” he reciprocated equally quietly. His cheekbones were so charmingly raised that to an outsider it actually looked like you were classily flirting.
“God, I hate you.”
“I hate you more.”
You couldn’t fucking stand the guy to the extent that you wanted to have a violent street fight with him no holds barred. Arrogant fuck thinking he was the shit, on your ass every minute of every day as if someone was paying him to annoy you.
“Well, Mr. Lee made one compelling case, and I’m afraid we won’t be able to resist anymore,” one of the three men reached for his glass, “Shall we make a toast for our new partnership?”
Your heart fell to your stomach, but you glued your cracking façade as much as you could and joined the celebration. Shortly after, you apologized for not feeling well, which technically wasn’t a lie at all, and politely excused yourself from the table so that you could go back to your room and scream into a pillow.
Mr. Lee? Mr. fucking Lee made a compelling case? It was your case that you built with your bare hands. It was your strategy that drove this whole thing home. All this motherfucker did was to manipulate the conversation so that he would be the one to get your points across, and Mr. Lee was the reason they couldn’t fucking resist?!
You were stomping in the hallway of your floor when you heard the ding of the other elevator and hurried steps behind you, and the scent of his cologne reached you before he could.
“Don’t even,” you pointed your finger at Minho menacingly, nostrils flared, eyes widened, pure rage written all over your face.
“Listen—”
“I’m not listening to shit,” you spat through your clenched teeth, “God, I wanna fucking punch you in the mouth!”
“Is your fist shaped like your pussy because I’m kinda into that shit,” he brazenly uttered, successfully managing to quadruple your fury.
“Fuck you, Minho!”
“Hey!”
He grabbed you from your wrist and trapped you against a wall so that you would stay in your place.
“Just when the fuck are you going to admit you have the hots for me?” he asked seriously, eyes a little squinted but with genuine curiosity in them.
“The fuck are you on about?” you retorted, exasperation dripping from your voice.
“I’m talking about this massive sexual tension we have,” his smirk grew wider, and you could feel the amount of venom boiling in your stomach with how annoyed you were, “You’re so fucking weak for me, your knees start shaking every time I walk into a room.”
“Out of anger, yes. I wanna roundhouse kick your stupid face!”
“You’re sure you’re gonna land that? You’ve been missing the point a lot lately.”
It was as if he was doing it on purpose. He wasn’t even pushing a certain button; Minho was straight up keyboard smashing at this point, and your rage finally got the best of you.
“Just what the FUCK do you want from me?!”
You had every intention of landing a heartfelt slap on that porcelain skin you couldn’t stand looking at, but all you could see was your hand stopped midair by Minho’s inhumane reflexes. You pushed him away from his chest, panting out of your nose, and all your blood was rushing to your face whereas Minho’s was rushing to…
…his crotch.
You thought your eyes were playing a trick on you for a second, but it was impossible not to notice. His raging hard on was quite literally staring at you, so much so that your attention was channeled to it in the middle of a frantic fit.
“Oh my god, you weren’t kidding,” you uttered in an eerily calm tone compared to moments ago, “You’re actually into that shit.”
The Lee Minho a.k.a the crassest and most shameless motherfucker you’d ever come across was getting flustered right in front of your face all of a sudden. He swallowed thickly as if he was getting called out about something drastically embarrassing, and now you had a theory you needed to prove.
“You go to such ridiculous lengths for it. You want me to get mad at you,” you squinted your eyes and took a step towards him, “You fucking get off to that, don’t you?”
“Stop that,” Minho threateningly uttered and started walking away to his own room right next to yours.
Oh, there was no way you were going to let this go.
You followed suit after him with a maniacally content smile and started forcefeeding him multiple doses of his own medicine.
“You want to fuck the shit out of me, but you can’t bring yourself to initiate it.”
“Stop it.”
“You want me to make a move.”
“I said stop it.”
“You hate how much you want me.”
“This is your last warning. Shut the fuck up before I blow your back out,” Minho turned around foaming at the mouth, but you weren’t exactly sure which one of the two possibilities that was induced by.
“Yeah? Or else, what, you’re gonna show me my place?”
“Yes, I will,” he gritted his teeth, eyes widening even more.
His pupils were so blown wide that it was actually laughable. You let out a derisive snort and took three steps to reach your door.
“I’m right here if you want to obliterate me,” you taunted nonchalantly and faced him, “but it’s not happening if you can’t swallow your pride. I’m never gonna cave first.”
When you swiped the keycard on the door and pushed the handle down, you could almost hear someone doing a countdown in the distance as if some rocket was about to be launched.
Five, four, three, two, one…
“You fucking…”
Less than a second later, you felt Minho’s hand on your shoulder turning you around, and your lips were under fire by his. You yanked on his tie to pull him inside, and after slamming the door close, you started ripping clothes off of each other, not as a figure of speech at all. Buttons breaking, zippers rupturing, fabric tearing, biting, grunting, jaws clenching. Remove the libido, and you were actually having a physical altercation right then and there.
“Yes, having you hate me is the biggest fucking kink I have, you happy now? You’re so fucking hot when you’re angry,” Minho slammed you against a wall even though there was a perfectly fine bed right in front of him, “It’s fucking annoying how beautiful you are. I’m gonna absolutely dishevel that face.”
He had a pretty good head start by smearing your lipstick all over with how hard he was kissing you, sloppy, wet, adamant to ruin your makeup in full. You were groping each other everywhere, and the difference was so subtle—the line between wanting to bruise each other and not being able to get enough of one another was so blurry that no sane person would be able to discern it.
His grunts turned animalistically guttural when he finally felt your slick at his fingertips, absolutely drooling over how slippery it was already.
“You hate me, huh?” he hysterically laughed, “Then what the fuck is this?”
When he landed a slap on your pussy, even you yourself didn’t expect to moan that loudly. The obscenely wet sound it made, the pleasant sizzle that spread, the feeling of being desired in such a twisted way…
You loved this.
“Do it again,” you breathily demanded.
And Minho’s knees almost gave way seeing how much you seemed to enjoy it.
“You’re a fucking sicko. God, you’re so my type.”
He slapped your pussy once more, then his hands started kneading your ass with his mouth glued to yours as though he was trying to memorize the exact shape of your lips, practically gnawing on them. You promptly felt a fuller impact on the supple skin of your hips, slowly burning in the shape of Minho’s palm.
“Rip me to shreds,” you snarled, craving something sicker to rush through your veins, but Minho’s hesitation was flashing all over his face.
“You can’t take it back if I start.”
“Do it.”
“You actually want to get yourself decimated?”
“Fucking do it!!!”
“Then hit me.”
For a moment, you couldn’t be sure if he really meant it or not. The exact shade of doubt colored your eyes and forced a pause in your movements.
“I’m dead serious. Do it,” Minho put an end to your equivocation.
This was your chance to avenge everything that had ever happened.
You mustered all the times he made your life a living hell, all the frustration he had ever caused you, and all the times he scored unfair goals within your palm and struck him on the face really hard.
You quite literally had daydreamed about this more times than you were willing to admit, so the satisfaction that coursed through your body was dizzying. Nevertheless, even in that darkness, how Minho started seeing red was so obvious, and that tinge of fear was pumping excess doses of adrenaline into your veins.
“Oh, I’m gonna wear you like a fucking sleeve,” he quietly hissed, barely giving you any notice to brace yourself.
One of his hands harshly wrapping a leg around his waist and the other aligning himself with your oozing hole, Minho rammed himself into you at full force, and stretching you was not even the least of his concerns.
“You deserve to get fucked in all your holes,” he spoke through gritted his teeth, “Maybe you’ll finally shut the fuck up!”
No mercy. Sharpest thrusts you ever felt in your life impaling you, full of rage, full of fury, full of fatal lust, just full, erasing the distinction between pain and pleasure for good.
You hated this guy. You hated his guts more than anything in this world. He was the worst. Worse than a raging criminal. Lee Minho as a human being was a pet peeve of yours.
Then why did it feel like he was completing you?
“You want me, too,” he slithered his fingers into your hair, “God, you want me so fucking bad. You’re dripping wet.”
Yes, you apparently did. You just had no idea how much up until this moment.
You wrapped your hands around his throat and sank your fingertips deeper when he yanked on your hair. He was still trying to kiss you, throbbing hard inside you as you were choking him. The tighter your grip got, the more aggressive his kisses became, tugging on the flesh until your lips were raw.
“I so wanna fuck that mouth, but I can’t let go of your cunt,” his voice came out somewhere between a whine and a grunt, “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
His thrusts suddenly turned more frantic, and he was hitting so deep inside that you could almost feel him in the pit of your stomach. Minho had reached a whole new level of frenzy that even if you wanted to put up a front just to mess with the satisfaction he got from dismantling you, you were physically unable to do it. Your moans were alarmingly loud, and if your supervisors heard you at this moment, they would be convinced you were finally trying to murder each other.
“What? What is it? Didn’t expect it to feel that good, did you?” he jeered, extremely content with how he was diminishing you into this panting drooling mess, “How does it feel having the best fuck of your life with the man you absolutely despise? How does it feel, huh?!”
It happened so fast that you couldn’t even process how Minho lifted you up and threw you on the mattress behind him. He stood tall right by the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulder, and started going to town on you. The only piece of skin you were able to reach was his thighs, and you were scratching them so hard that you were about to draw blood.
“It feels like the best kind of hell,” you answered his question with a grin on your face.
And Minho was gone.
You had never seen someone orgasm that hard before. Deep, husky growls coming so deep from his throat like he was in pain when in fact he was getting high on the most intense kind of ecstasy, his entire body convulsing, sweat trickling down his fantastic figure onto your chest, and his eyes squeezed shut as he spilled and spilled and spilled inside you. He came so much as if he had been saving all his load for you all his life, for this precise moment to fill you up, to watch it gush out of you like a thick coat of varnish over a magnificent work of art.
Partly due to how most of his strength was gone, partly because how his hunger wasn’t satiated at all, Minho dropped to his knees in front of you, salivating over how your cunt was sodden with him and throbbing for more.
“You’re finally where you deserve to be,” you propped up on your elbows and pushed his face into you, “Clean up your mess.”
You said Clean up, but Minho heard Get as messy as you can. He closed his mouth over your soaked folds and started circling his tongue around your swollen clit, ruining the sheets under you with your slick, his cum, and the coat of spit he was covering you with. He was lost in sheer rapture, sucking your soul out of you with his eyes closed, making lewd sounds of contentment while feasting on you to repletion.
“Not enough,” he licked a long drag from your entrance to your clit, “Not… fucking… enough.”
His slender fingers prodded your entrance and slid inside with absolute lack of difficulty, caressing the engorged walls while fucking his cum as deep into you as he could. His sucks had morphed into slippery glides of his tongue to get you to throb in his mouth, slipping in a sneaky kiss here and there while fingering you hard.
“Do it,” he spoke into your pussy like a desperate moan, eyes refusing to open at any cost to bask in this fever dream a while longer, “Let it go. Do it on my face.”
You clenched as hard as you could as he kept stimulating a dangerously delicious spot inside you, his tongue still at work on your folds, and you kept imagining the same thing over and over again to win this mental battle.
Lee Minho’s face. Drenched with you. Dripping down his chin. Disheveled to pulchritude.
When he started moaning into you, you couldn’t take it anymore and completely let go, dousing all his irritatingly handsome features with your cum. Minho was in love with the perfect mess he created out of you, still kissing and licking every inch, risking a severe case of overstimulation, but it was worth it. He let you savor the concoction you contrived together with a kiss long and deep, much tamer than anything you’d done to each other thus far.
It tasted like a seamless medley on your tongue.
It took a long while for both of you to cool down and come to your senses. Once the breathing sounds echoing in the room turned down to a humane rhythm, your voice penetrated the thick silence.
“Why do you hate me so much, Minho?”
He took one glance at you and got up from the bed, then put on one of the bathrobes in the closet in front of him.
“Haven’t you ever heard of boys pulling the hair of the girls they like?” he spoke with his usual annoyingly teasing tone while picking up his shredded clothes from the floor, “Get a fucking grip and open your eyes. I’m not gonna spell this out for you.”
Your heart fell to your stomach again as Minho left the room, but quite differently than the way it did earlier that night.
All this time, you were sure what you were feeling for each other was a four-letter word.
But maybe the vowel you had bought was the wrong one.
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All I Want
Inspired by song; All I Want by Olivia Rodrigo
Genre; Fluff 💖
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Thinking back on how you guys met, you should have seen the signs. You were a trainee at JYP Entertaining, getting ready for your solo career. You loved it there, you got to meet ITZY, GOT7 and Stray Kids. You loved everybody there, but you got closer to Stray Kids, they helped you with your music, vocals and dance.
You were enjoying your life because for once you were happy. Growing up you had it tough, single mom, trying to make a living to keep a roof over you guys and food on the table.
Lee Minho, the guy you fell for since the beginning. He was cold towards you but as time went on, he became more friendly with you. You guys became best friends in a matter of months.
Yes, you were close to the other boys but Minho & Jisung were the ones you went when you needed someone. You tried to hide your feelings from Minho but the other boys knew about them. You were like an open book that everybody could read, except for of course Minho.
As time when on, anything that Minho would tell you were blushing like mad and it could be something small like, “I like how you hit that note” or “I like how you did that move, very you” You hated how he would make your heart thump like thumper’s foot.
He gave you all these different feelings & he didn’t even know about them. Jisung did because every time Minho did something you would tell him. Jisung always told you to be honest with Minho, to tell him how you felt before it was too late.
You were afraid. You had relationships before, but they weren’t so great and because of those past relationships you were afraid to deal with another heartbreak. It’s been years since you actually healed from your last heartbreak & you didn’t want to deal with another one.
You were in the studio writing a new song you been thinking about when you heard a knock on the door before someone poked their head in.
“(Y/n)? You’re still here? It’s late? What are you doing?” You heard Minho’s voice before turning around.
“Really? What time is it?” You asked while stretching and yawning.
The door close and Minho pull a chair next you, “it’s midnight” he said with a chuckle.
“Midnight? Oh lord, I was writing this new song. I was in my zone. Wait what are you doing here?” You asked confused to why he was here.
“Oh I was just working on a dance for our new song, there’s is one part I can’t get and I thought that by staying back I would be able to get it but it wasn’t the case.” He said while chuckling.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get it. You are the main dancer anyways and you are really good!” You told him bumping into his shoulder.
“Can I hear what you’re working on?” He asked you suddenly after a pregnant silence.
See with Minho it was easy to be you. You didn’t have to worry about anything or how you acted because both you of you were comfortable with one another.
“Oh umm, it isn’t finished yet, but I guess I could show you the chorus?” You said giving him a smile small. Minho smiles at you and lean closer to you on the piano. You started playing,
“All I want is love that lasts, is all I want too much to ask? Is it something wrong with me? All I want is a good guy. Are my expectations far too high? Try my best, but what can I say? All I have is myself at the end of the day. But shouldn’t that be enough for me?”
You stopped playing & turning to face Minho, only to find him so close to your face that you guys could kiss. Your lips so close, you looked into his eyes, him already looking at yours.
“You have a beautiful voice. The song is good.” He whispers looking down at your lips and back to you.
You heart was racing, you could literally lean in and kiss him, but you were holding back.
“Tell me if you want me to stop” he said capturing your lips with his. It took you a second to register what was happening, but you kissed him back. He pulls you closer & deepens the kiss.
You both gasp once you guys pulled away.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he said with a smile on his face.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for it” You said smiling. It felt like a dream, he kissed you and it felt like heaven.
“Listen (y/n), I’ve liked you for so long & I don’t think I can hide my feelings anymore. I’m going crazy just being around you. And given by you kissing me back I can tell you might have feelings for me as well” he said looking into your eyes. You felt you heart racing again and butterflies in your stomach.
“Minho, I’ve liked you since I met you, everyday my feelings just getting bigger & stronger. You make my heart race every time I see you smile or hear your voice.
“Then I guess there only one thing left to ask?” He said giving you a smirk.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” You kissed him and he smile in the kiss. “Does that answer your question?”
All I Want
Inspired by song; All I Want by Olivia Rodrigo
Genre; Fluff 💖
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Thinking back on how you guys met, you should have seen the signs. You were a trainee at JYP Entertaining, getting ready for your solo career. You loved it there, you got to meet ITZY, GOT7 and Stray Kids. You loved everybody there, but you got closer to Stray Kids, they helped you with your music, vocals and dance.
You were enjoying your life because for once you were happy. Growing up you had it tough, single mom, trying to make a living to keep a roof over you guys and food on the table.
Lee Minho, the guy you fell for since the beginning. He was cold towards you but as time went on, he became more friendly with you. You guys became best friends in a matter of months.
Yes, you were close to the other boys but Minho & Jisung were the ones you went when you needed someone. You tried to hide your feelings from Minho but the other boys knew about them. You were like an open book that everybody could read, except for of course Minho.
As time when on, anything that Minho would tell you were blushing like mad and it could be something small like, “I like how you hit that note” or “I like how you did that move, very you” You hated how he would make your heart thump like thumper’s foot.
He gave you all these different feelings & he didn’t even know about them. Jisung did because every time Minho did something you would tell him. Jisung always told you to be honest with Minho, to tell him how you felt before it was too late.
You were afraid. You had relationships before, but they weren’t so great and because of those past relationships you were afraid to deal with another heartbreak. It’s been years since you actually healed from your last heartbreak & you didn’t want to deal with another one.
You were in the studio writing a new song you been thinking about when you heard a knock on the door before someone poked their head in.
“(Y/n)? You’re still here? It’s late? What are you doing?” You heard Minho’s voice before turning around.
“Really? What time is it?” You asked while stretching and yawning.
The door close and Minho pull a chair next you, “it’s midnight” he said with a chuckle.
“Midnight? Oh lord, I was writing this new song. I was in my zone. Wait what are you doing here?” You asked confused to why he was here.
“Oh I was just working on a dance for our new song, there’s is one part I can’t get and I thought that by staying back I would be able to get it but it wasn’t the case.” He said while chuckling.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get it. You are the main dancer anyways and you are really good!” You told him bumping into his shoulder.
“Can I hear what you’re working on?” He asked you suddenly after a pregnant silence.
See with Minho it was easy to be you. You didn’t have to worry about anything or how you acted because both you of you were comfortable with one another.
“Oh umm, it isn’t finished yet, but I guess I could show you the chorus?” You said giving him a smile small. Minho smiles at you and lean closer to you on the piano. You started playing,
“All I want is love that lasts, is all I want too much to ask? Is it something wrong with me? All I want is a good guy. Are my expectations far too high? Try my best, but what can I say? All I have is myself at the end of the day. But shouldn’t that be enough for me?”
You stopped playing & turning to face Minho, only to find him so close to your face that you guys could kiss. Your lips so close, you looked into his eyes, him already looking at yours.
“You have a beautiful voice. The song is good.” He whispers looking down at your lips and back to you.
You heart was racing, you could literally lean in and kiss him, but you were holding back.
“Tell me if you want me to stop” he said capturing your lips with his. It took you a second to register what was happening, but you kissed him back. He pulls you closer & deepens the kiss.
You both gasp once you guys pulled away.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he said with a smile on his face.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for it” You said smiling. It felt like a dream, he kissed you and it felt like heaven.
“Listen (y/n), I’ve liked you for so long & I don’t think I can hide my feelings anymore. I’m going crazy just being around you. And given by you kissing me back I can tell you might have feelings for me as well” he said looking into your eyes. You felt you heart racing again and butterflies in your stomach.
“Minho, I’ve liked you since I met you, everyday my feelings just getting bigger & stronger. You make my heart race every time I see you smile or hear your voice.
“Then I guess there only one thing left to ask?” He said giving you a smirk.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” You kissed him and he smile in the kiss. “Does that answer your question?”
Literally LOVED IT!
I love the enemies to lovers trope, as always, but the emotions put in the story and the character development is such a YES FOR ME! the ending satified me frfr!
the enemies to lovers project | lee minho
𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵; 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘶, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 – 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.
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𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺!!! 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦! 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘩𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 >.< 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥!
prologue.
“You know I despise you, right?”
“Oh, despise. Such a big word, baby,” Minho drawled with an obnoxious smirk, the one that simultaneously made you want to rip his hair out and kiss those perfectly delectable lips of his, “If it’s any consolation, I abhor your presence as well.”
“Wonderful,” you crossed your legs, a smile creeping onto your face as you leaned backward in your chair, “So why exactly are you here?”
Minho laughed, “The same reason I presume that you’re here for. A hundred dollars to put up with you is a tempting offer.”
Keep reading
Im nothing compared to you but I'll keep my eyes closed
Sad! Minho × reader / Angst
From strangers to lovers again
Part I : I'm nothing compared to you...
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Minho is sitting on the bar stool with sagging shoulders as he tiredly runs his hand over half his face. The bartender in front of him refills his round glass, which Minhos immediately grabs and presses to his lips. His head filled as if it was going to fall to the side at any moment and land on the ground. But even then he would just lie limp there and probably wouldn't have the strength to pull himself up again.
It hurts too much for a moment. And even if it was due to his destroyed mental situation, it spreads physically to him and he drinks the bitter stuff down to escape that even faster. Hangs his head while the neon purple light shines through the unfilled bar. It was a fancy place. One and another of the other guest were playing billiards behind him, laughing while a group of girls sitting a few chairs further beside him, chatting away. But Minho didn't care about these people when he let the smoke out and drooped his head that became heavier after time. Close shortly his eyes before starring at the counter in front of him. Let his thought flowing across his mind which were more then cruel. Unendureable.
With the lighted cigarette on his lips again, he barely catches a pair of eyes that came from one of the women who glanced at him, laughing softly as she checked him off. The other women probably try to persuade their friend to speak to him. They were possibly older than him. Dressed more elegantly in contrast to his torn trousers and his large black jacket. It wasn't clear what they wanted from someone like him. However, for no important moment did Minho have his attention on her. Perhaps his eyes were briefly in their direction without being aware of it. Minho's mind was at the same time far away but still with him to let him hold on to the emotions he wants to get rid of. There was no room for the rest of the shit.
The pain was too buried in him, flowing into his thoughts. Staring at an empty space and pulling on the cigarette he is holding between his fingers. The smoke quickly leaves his mouth, flying upwards as his head starts to ache and his body is numb from the heavy alcohol. Everything revolves in him and his environment feels too spurious. He couldn't stay here longer.
The beautiful woman with the elegant dress who is about to ask him is leaning towards him at the moment when he is already getting up drunk. Showing her just the cold shoulder and only keeping his eyes on the way to the bathroom. The girl turns back disappointed to her friends, and like always begins to talking bad about him ,,Fucking fuckboy".
With his shoulders hanging, he walks along the cold, lighted hallway in a daze. Everything revolves around him and he felt sick. He was even worse off than before and the feelings he had tried to drink away were only intensified by the alcohol. He only felt the pain more intensely. As if it were the only thing he is forced to be bound to. He couldn't shake the feeling of sadness and despair away. Had no idea how to do to get rid of it.
For a moment he lost control over his body. Catches himself against the wall with his hand to prevent him from falling to the cold floor. He takes with hazy mind his time before Arriving at the small open bathroom after turning. With his head hanging, he holds on to the sink with both hands spreading out. Lifts his gaze to look at himself in the mirror and only stares at his reflection with cloudy eyes.
He looked the way he felt too. Shitty and miserable. Turning on the water, only the neon red lights that shone from the bar illuminate him. Holding his fingers down for a moment, he feels the cold water flowing against his skin, but the feeling was just numb. It's like his mind is completely somewhere else than where his body is. And he could already guess where it had disapears. to her. It was with her. Of course.
God, the thought of her was enough to desperately run his wet fingers over his face before he straightened up again. Holding a new cigarette to his lips and burn it up with the broken red lighter that belonged to her. The toxic nicotine took in and breath in his body before he breathed out the amount of smoke. His movements too hasty than they usually were. He just want to diseapear. He want all of this shitty feelings to diseapear.
Did she feel the same? So damn miserable and broken like she could die any minute? How long did she have to deal with the feelings alone before she finally revealed it to him that day and drew the line? He let the line draw without stopping her at all. Without assurance that day. That damn day. Minho's head shook as the conversation reappeared in his head.
,,I'm just saying that I feel lonely here without you, Minho. I'm done going to bed alone every damn day and then waking up alone again, "I explain to him, looking for the conversation when he comes back from his quick shower. It's something after midnight and not even an hour since he left his Dance practice to come home. It was the earliest time to catch him although I should be glad he showed up at all. There were days when he didn't come home to me for days. And when he did then he left so early before I could even woke up. Coming So late that I was already asleep. There were days when I hardly heard from him for days.
,, Really, (y/n)? Isn't that getting old? Even for you "He doesn't take me seriously. Standing at the counter in the kitchen, pours water from the water jug. Has the gray towel hanging over his shoulder. His hair is still wet and he wore his sleeping clothes on his body. Of course, he wants to go to bed going instead of spending time with me. We were both tired at the end of the day. Minho maybe even more than me because of his strict schedule, but still I couldn't break the hope that he would take our little time together as a priority. Is that too selfish from me to ask?
His posture alone shows how tired he is from the hard work today. His only wish just to go to bed. And for a moment I open my mouth to tell him that it's okay and we can forget it for today. He can then go to bed to get his desired sleep. It was my love for him that wanted to give in and let him in pieces. But the love for myself that kept me from saying the words. No, I couldn't go on like that anymore.
,,Minho. I can't- "
,,then you should never have gotten involved with me "he breaks through my sentence, leaving me speechless with surprise. He let the words slide over his lips as easily as if he's not interessed to know how much i suffer. As if it was my fault so I have to deal with this on my own."If you can't stand it," he has finished filling the glass, but it doesn't look like he's still drinking it. "Then you don't have to stay and suffer any longer, do you?" They were words that I hadn't expected and that I wasn't prepared for. Was that what I got when I opened up my feelings to my lover? No, that was- "What?" I ask dryly, my voice breaks at the end, "What did you say?" But Minho stares coldly at me. ,,You understood me"
Leave or stay. So it was that easy for him.
He knows it. He knows that he should never say these words. Even in that moment he knew.But they left his lips without even considering the effect. How much he now wished that he could only take the words back. Minho turns around from the mirror with weak movements and steps out of the bathroom of the bar. God, he couldn't do that anymore. The conversation repeats itself over and over again in his head. It didn't matter how hard he tried to swallow it, her voice was sticking through his head.
"Is it that easy for you?" I throw reproachfully and incredulously into the room. Can't believe how he doesn't care about all of this.
,,What else can I say about it?" His voice as if it would be from a stranger, ,,You clearly don't love me enough to accept me." He’s accusing me now, moves away from the counter. Begin to doubts me whereupon I laugh sarcastically out of frustration. "Right?" He pulls on when I fire back, "This is ridiculous" looking at him again. However, he seriously pointed at me with piercing eyes: "You didn't deny it", "Because it's not about that" I try to take up my point of view again, which Minho doesn't allow a bit.
,,Of course, it's about something like that. You act selfish. I should already be in bed instead you decided to stress me out with such topics. Do you even think of me for a moment? "
,,I fucking do, Minho" I defend myself against his accusation, "I always think of you. You have always been my top priority." I let him know, now not as aggressive as the times before. Try again to explain him how important this topic is for me. And for a moment minho stands still and just listened. For a moment,,but I also want to be yours, as I always have been. ". And with that minhos discontent built up again ,,Oh god not again," he sighs out loud, as if he couldn't hear this shit anymore. Driving his hands across his face in frustration as he turns away from me.
Walking back down the long, narrow corridor, he can already see the counter and his seat again, where the alcohol is still ready for him. Another attempt to numb the pain. It was a damn vicious circle and he was well aware of it. Neither alcohol nor nicotine could rid him of what was chaining him.
His eyes move disinterestedly to the group of women who are looking bitter and arrogant at him. Minho clicks his tongue in annoyance as he ignores them. Looking away tiredly and not paying attention to those around him. Better said, is not capable of it.
“Minho, I feel really broken. It's hell if you don't sleep next to me "I try to swallow a sob. Our voice are loud enough so that anyone who walks thru the hallyway could defiently hear us.
"Have you ever thought that you could be the reason why I am not coming home" he replies bitterly. Defends himself with self-protective attitude and an uplifting anger. Comes in my direction, but he's still too far away from me. As if he would can't stand to be near me. "I can't stand to be next to you anymore."
That was a lie. That was such a shameless, gross lie back then. All he wanted was to be around her. He loved her so much. He still does, but anyway, no matter what he tried, it wasn't good enough. He should have tried more. But he didn't even have to do that. He should have just explained how hard he was trying instead of letting off his frustration on her. She would have understood, just as she always did before.
Minho's shoulder bangs hard against another pair whereupon he stumbles and the other guy also trip slightly. Minho couldn't care less. ,,Dude, watch the fuck out" the stranger curse at Minho, who just wanted to continue his way with lowered eyes till this words cross his ears. He definitely blamed the alcohol in his blood for his impulsive reaction otherwise he would have ignored him as usual.
"Sometimes you're really a terrible person" I let him know with a painful expression but fiery eyes.
Minho looks at him with blank dead eyes, annoyed. ,,You popped into me, you fucker" he lets the other person look irritably at him. "How was that?" The stranger takes a menacing step towards Minho, who returns his gaze unimpressed. ,,You’re not able to walk and now you’re mute too?". His hands find Minho's collar which he tugs angrily at. Minho's disinterested expression only made him more racy. "Take care of your dirty mouth, you son of a bitch"
But before either of them can react, his friend interferes and pulls his friend back by the shoulders. So that he loses the hold of Minho a little. “Let the shit with him get away from you. We're not here to fight, "he says to him, noting that Minho is in a drunken, bad mentall shape. While his friend only takes his eyes off Minho as soon as he has been convinced. He pushes away from Minho endlessly, wanting to turn away.
,,Yes, of course. It's me again. "he fires back bitterly, ignoring the pain hiding behind my voice. He was just as hurt as I was on this point. But his ego was too strong to swallow the next words. ,,And that's the reason why i wish we would be finally fucking done. "his words hit me more than they should. They made my heart beat in pain and literally crushed it. And that was the point where I finally had enough. "Fuck you, Minho"
,,Fuck you, man,“´the guy throws those last words at him, but the younger one isn't finished with him yet. Minho's tight grip turns him quickly and grabs him by the collar. His eyes are almost Burning. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do by someone drunk who was barely able to stand on his own feet. But Minho couldn't help himself.. "You fucking bumped into me and then blame me for it. And you think you can just go now?" Minho asks in an uplifting voice, looking straight into his eyes. it was really stupid. God, he know it himself. His grip on the next words tighten ,,You should watch your way, son of a bitch" and minho's fist hits his face. With strength so that the other stumbles, hisses in pain and holds his burning cheek. And there was the Damage already made. It doesn't take a second before the guy pushes Minho and hits him across the face, who's feeling numb but is aware of the pain.
,, Now you have the nerve to say such things, but who was there when the self-doubt took over you and you saw no other way out than to give up dancing-” ,,Better hold back your next words, (y/n)” my first warning that didn’t stop my next words to slide out of my mouth.
Minho hits painfully the Ground, touches the beaten spot that hurts like shit. Fuck him off. He can feel the pair of eyes from the guy, who receives a curse from his friend , on him without even looking up. ,,it’s enough now” his friend growls angrily. Rougly pull his friend away while minho’s chest rises and falls as he breathes heavily.
,,You were at the Ground, Minho. You were alone and lonely. Nobody was there. How even could they? You pushed everyone away from you and let no one come near you. And everything got worse- ”my voice breaks, but every word is audible. Minho heard every single word clearly. ,,(Y / N), one more word-”my eyes watering from that Point on.
Minho gets off the floor. With his brow furrowed together, he holds himself straight till he feel the Ground under his feet again. Before Walking towards the guy who turn his back again towards him. “Apologize, you wanker” His foot bangs against his back, hits it hard so that the victim swings forward. With the weight falls on the decoration table and crush to the Ground. The things fall on top of him.
“When you got kicked out before your debut because you weren't good enough. Your doubts almost eaten you up and you were down. Always called me because you didn't- "" Enough- "his body trembles with rage as I bring his worst memory back to life I couldn't have hurt him more painfully than with the words I roll over my mouth. He warned me but we both know I crossed the line a long time ago.Just how he did.
Now the other has lost his patience not only with his friend but also with Minho. Grab him by the collar before throw a Punch at his face.That spark an argument. Minho struck where he had to believe that it was a human like-looking being and took just as much as he gives. But the blows that fell on him were only vague given his condition. The pain was there, the insults and provocations that slide over his lips, did not let his opponent be friendly with him. Minho defended himself but ...
,,because you wasn't able Sleep from fear and sadness. I had to call chan because you were no longer able to-”
Minho hit the second one enough so that he would hit the wall but the another one catch minho at that short time and pulled him to the ground. Built himself over him and hit the younger one.
A loud noise makes me flinch and my words stand unspoken in the room, but I've said enough. Enough that Minho’s body shakes with anger and the pain is clearly visible in his face. The broken vase now lies on the floor between us. The shattered pieces spread across the floor so that we can't find a way to each other. The flowers he bought for me two weeks ago lay lifeless on the whole mess. It was damn ironic how much the picture in front of us reflected our relationship just at one glance.
Minho clenched his teeth as he tried to slam the guy away from him, hissing and cursing. He tasted blood, but from that point on he didn't care. It was relief and just too heavenly to feel something different from the feeling that had been dragging its way into his chest for many weeks and months. Covering one pain with another. Even if it was only for a Moment.
,, Do you even know what you're saying? "I ask trembling, the tears are already rolling down my cheeks as I claw my hands on the fabric of my sweater. ,, oh i fucking do." He spilled back, still angry at me. "If I always have to listen to this shit from you when I come home, then I will never enter this house again" "Fine. Then don't do it, you asshole" I spit back.
Minho hears footsteps approaching them from nearby before the next moment the weight that was on him was torn away. Minho still hears the racy words from the guy who is being prevented by guests and his friend from attacking Minho again. At the same moment he is pulled from the ground by the plump bartender. His grip is around the drunken man so he won't do any more stupid things. As if he would.
Minho had enough for the night and saw no reason to deal with this shit any further. His head throbbed, his body strained from the whole fight. He didn't want to be here anymore. Not with the feeling in his chest that made him feel so small. Minho pulls himself away from the grip of the older man, straightening his jacket and after one last dead glance at the people around him, he moves away from them and walks purposefully towards the exit.
That night the most disgusting, ruthless words that could have spoken left our mouths. We hurt each other until we take advantage of each other's weak points. In the midst of the chaos, we forgot the reason for the argument that started. But neither of us decided to take back the cruel spoken words. We both knew that even then, the words could no longer be taken back. Not with the damage that has been done. It was too late.
Minho walks across the empty asphal.Stressed, grabs his thick hair with his head hanging down. God. Groaning inwardly, he lets himself fall against the already closed store. His back hits the metallic material as he leans his head back against the cold metal.
Minho is now finally fed up with all of this. Can't stand it in the same room with me anymore and turns his back on me to walk towards the exit, ,,Where do you think you are going? " I ask him irritably as I notice his next move. Nothing new to what I'm not used to at Minho. But just to accepting that; i was done with it. ,,Wherever. Just get away from here, ”he replies bitterly, no longer looking back at me.
And with my next words I make him hold still in his next movements.
"If you walk out of this door now, then we're over" my voice shudders with despair and anger. My eyes bore on his back, which been turn into my direction. His chest still moving quickly with anger. And i couldn't see his face now but i know, that he was so tired like me to that point. I didn't want the words to slip out of my lips, but as much as I knew that I was putting him in such a desperate situation, I knew that I had reached my limit with this too.
I prayed that he would turn around. That he would try to understand me and we could try to talk this out. Going to bed peacefully together, like the last time,which was weeks ago. Blame on his busy schedule. I had too much faith in this relationship. Believed that we could climb every hurdle together but in the end ...
Cars are driving the road past him. Most of them on their way to coming home and let themselves fall on the bed to get the sleep they look Forward to. Maybe even if they were lucky enough, they'll find themselves in the arms of a loved one tonight. But Minho had none of it. No more. Not a place to call home. Neither a lover who he can call his and into whose arms he could fall. He spent his nights lying wide awake with the tormenting thoughts that circled through his head and did not let him get a little bit of sleep. And it was all his fault.
Without looking back again, the door slams loudly behind Minho, who has made his decision after a moment's hesitation. As soon as he's gone, I feel like the world around me suddenly falls apart. Collapses on me and I slowly slide to the ground. The tears that had dried broke out again and rolled down my cheek. The only thing that echoed through the room was my loud crying and the sound of me gasping for breath. it was quiet for a while before an meow sounds and I look to the side to see our, rather Minho's cat looking at me with worried and curious eyes. I tried to keep my crying silent but I couldn't hold it back. and it only got worse when I see Soonie's leg bleeding. She must have injured herself on the broken pieces on the floor. Minhos and my chaos didn't just bleed us. Literally. If Minho could see her now. Quickly picking up Soonie, I push back the more tears that want to come up. I hug her tightly, hold her against my chest and carry her to the bathroom to take care of her. Cleaning up the wound and simplify her healing process. I just wish there was something that could heal my pain.
Minho didn't think long when he took his cell phone out of his pocket and entered the month untouched number that he wanted to call several times. But he always decided against it. He leans his head back, that was pounding, closes his eyes while holding the receiver to his ear. It beeps on the other line. Once. Twice. For seconds. Too long. Minho gets this only in a hazy way anyway. It wasn't about fact whether she will pick up or not. It was all about just saying the words he was dying to get rid of.
He pushes himself off the wall as he took his time. His head needs time to get the words out of his mouth. It was all about time. "Hey" he wanted to let out the first words willfully but nothing came of it. His voice was barely louder than a whisper and it didn't sound really gentle either. ,,Honestly, I knew you could be like this. You can be pretty cruel, "he says with a broken voice before he smiles slightly sarcastically with despair," All this shit driving me fucking mad. And I have the feeling that I'm going crazy ”he bites his lower lip and unintentionally tears it open, which is why it bleeds easily. Minho doesn't care.
“I wish i would have a Person now. Someone who holds me tight and heals me from this pain" he pours out, grimacing in pain. “A-And i-God.I want you back. I n-need you, you know? I am nothing compared to you. Nothing without you ”he says freely, taking a long time to leave the sentences out. His head is not working smoothly and yet his words couldn't be truer. God, if he could he would tell her all these words right here now. But that should be enough to burden him a Little less. Even if in small quantities.
"So could you please" he asks softly into the receiver, "be that person again?"
There is silence as he exhales and stays still. This should be enough for now. He better stop before Breaking completly Tonight.
He takes the receiver from his ear and tries to break off the mailbox with half-closed eyes.
But his limbs freeze and his heart stops with his movements as he looks down at the display.
The call has already been picked up.
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