Stray Kids Arranged - Tumblr Posts

consort  | minho

i. consort [8.3k]

“Nervous?” Minho asks, casually, as if completely unaware of what the two of you needed to do.

You bit your tongue, and held your head high.

“No,” you lied.

ii. maiden [6.4k]

He trailed off - moved wordless, for perhaps the first time in your presence, and you were stunned.

There was a power to this, you realised with no small sense of delight. A power over him, should you seek to master it.

You rolled your hips again, and Minho’s head dropped, pressing his face into your neck.

iii. bride [4.6k]

Surely any victory Minho could claim from last night was hollow. Last night, at least for a little while, you felt…

You felt like equals.

iv. daughter [7.8k]

There were a hundred questions still burning in your mind when you looked at Minho, and you longed to just hold him down and force the answers out of him. You were tired, it was late, and you were just so sick of games.

So, when Minho began to turn towards the door, you took a step forward without thinking – catching him off-guard.

The words that slipped out of your mouth were not ones you expected.

v. scholar [15.1k]

It was strange to see him in this kind of environment – in public, on display, revered by the people and intimidating the elite. You hated to admit it, but he really was the picture-perfect crown prince. Tall, good-looking, keen-eyed and sharp-witted.

The same qualities that made him so perfectly suited to the politics of his role – staying aloof, hiding his motives, so unruffled and so unreadable – were the qualities you found so infuriating in him as a husband.

vi. advisor [17.1k]

Minho paused, the lingering traces of cheer disappearing before your eyes. The shift in his mood was almost tangible, and it felt as if you had made some sort of misstep in a dance, thrown yourself and your partner out of rhythm.

His gaze flickered upwards, so very briefly, to look at you, before moving downwards. Down to your notes, down to where the space between your bodies was at its narrowest, barely a few fingers’ width between your skirts and his thigh. He took a breath.

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