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Football✧.*ˏˋ°•*⁀➷★
Lee Know!popular x you (BOTH COLLEGE STUDENTS)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
WARNINGS: unprotected sex (BE CAREFULL WITH THAT) moaning, panting, missionary, cumming,... DIRTY FANFIC because delulu is the solulu
Love you all
xoxo
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You were at the tribune of the football game, sitting with your bestfriend Emma. Actually you were sitting and almost falling asleep while she was screaming her lungs out for a person named...Lee Know? You heard of him ofcourse...who doesn't know him?
Girls screamed, held posters in the air and their phone number. You rolled your eyes, you really did not understand what was so cool about him.
'Oh my gosh...LOOK!' Emma screamed in your ear
'Gosh, my poor ears' you said 'what is it?'
she grabbed your arm and pulled you up, she pointed at the boy, Lee Know.
'He is all sweatty!'
you saw him going through his hair with his hand. Sweat dripping of his forehead, his forehead covered with wet hair strands. You must admit that his football uniform showed all his muscels and abs....i mean it was a very good sight....
'Isn't he hot?!' she screamed
'I guess so...?'
She gave you a judging face
'You 'guess' so? What is wrong with you?'
'He is just not my type....i mean he is attractive but...no'
Lee Know ran and bumped into everyone to get his winning point. Everyone was screaming and giving him more 'power'. He scored the winning point. His teammembers running towards him. The public went wild...not only the girls...but also boys... You did not like the yells and the loud noises. You could not believe Emma could convince you to come here, while you also could be covered in a warm blanket with hot chocolate milk!
The cheerleaders cheered too. Lee Know ran through the field, people reached out to touch him. He ran his tongue over his full lips. You leaned against your seat and closed your eyes, trying to get away from the noise, as if that helped. Lee Know saw you sitting there from a distance. Everyone around you was wild, shouting, ranting, but you…there was a calm atmosphere around you. He observed you for a brief moment. He saw you here before with your best friend Emma.
'He's looking this way! Minho!' Emma yelled
you gave an encouraging gesture to Emma. 'Go for it.'
Lee Know looked down and smiled, he looked back at you. There was something about you that always fascinated him. He and his team went to the locker room. He passed the bleachers where you were leaning. He looked at you with the corner of his eye before walking in and washing himself.
'We go?' you asked
"You go…I want to stay a little longer…"
"For him, surely?"
"Stop it…" she blushed
“Be safe okay? It's already dark. You know…I'll wait for you at the school gate.'
'Okay thanks.' she hugged me.
'Bye-bye!'
'Bye.' you smiled.
Many girls are waiting for Lee Know to come out again as usual. You went to the school gate and leaned against it. You observed the darkness around you. You hated the dark, you never know what lurks in the dark. You heard girls giggling from a distance, so loud. You waited for a long time for Emma to come back.
'There you are! Gosh.”
'Yes, sorry…but I'm here now.'
'Okay let's go shall we?'
'Yep!'
You guided Emma to her bus stop. You waited for her bus to come. She got into her bus and waved at you before the door closed. You watched as the bus drove on. You turned around and saw Lee Know leaning against the fence.
"Gosh, you scared me." you clutched your heart.
"Sorry princess."
'Apology accepted.' you turned around and slowly walked away.
“A young lady like you shouldn't step out into the dark alone. It's dangerous.'
you stopped and turned your head.
'What did you say?'
He came closer.
"I said a young lady like you could be in danger in the dark."
'Well, if someone attacks you in the dark with a knife, it doesn't really matter whether you're a girl or boy.'
he laughed
'Good insight, but…' his expression became serious 'don't talk about that.'
'Okay?' you turned around. Walking slowly through the dark. Only the street lights illuminated your way.
He stepped next to you
'Do you also live on campus?'
'Why do you want to know that.' you said with a cold tone.
"To guide you, of course."
'I'm flattered that you want to accompany me to my dorm. Oh…wow'
he laughed
"I like your sarcasm."
'Thanks.'
'So?'
'So what?'
"Do you have a room on campus?"
you sighed
'Yes.'
He walked through the streets with you. He looked at you discreetly. The street lights illuminated your beautiful face so brightly. You went inside the campus. There wasn't a single student in sight. You stepped up the stairs in complete silence, until you broke the silence.
'Do you also live on campus?'
"Yes, number 25. And you?"
"number 30."
"Ah…so you're passing my dorm?"
'Well noticed.'
You stopped in front of his room.
"We're at your room."
"Princess, I have to guide you."
'No thanks. Go into your dorm, it's already late, way too dangerous.'
'Oh the protective type…I see it…I like that…'
'What did you say? The last sentence.'
'Nothing.'
You looked at him strangely 'Okay…. Well open the door and go inside. Lock your doors and windows, you never know.'
'You're the boss.'
he opened his door and went in. He closed the door slowly.
"Are you really going to stand there until the door is completely closed?"
'Yes.'
He played with his door, opening and closing, opening and closing…open…and closed again…and then open again…
You grabbed his door and slammed it. He laughed.
'Good night.'
'Goodnight princess.'
you rolled your eyes and went to your dorm. You opened the door. You were greeted by the cozy atmosphere. You dragged yourself to your room and jumped onto the bed before falling into it.
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You went to school. Your school bag over one shoulder. You stepped inside the gate. You observed the grounds…you saw the cheerleaders practicing…some popular boys on the left side…weird alcoholics…some rich kids…the football team…they were having a talk. leaning against the wall. You entered the school slowly, passing the team. Lee Know looked at you…his eyes were only on you…he handed his football to one of his friends and ran to you. He stopped right in front of you.
'Hi there.'
You looked up and saw him. He was quite tall.
'What do you want.'
"Escort you to our classroom."
'Okay…'
"Since when are you like this…no wait…since when do you talk to me?"
"Since I saw you."
'Yesterday?'
he laughed "four months ago."
'When?'
"I still remember…" his face came closer to your ear, you felt his warm breath on your ear….
"You sat in the same place where you always sit… you leaned your arm on the armrest as you looked at the stars…" he paused
'…you were so calm…so calm in all that screaming. You're always…so…so calm…” he paused and looked at you
'I like that…'
You looked at him strangely… you felt something strange in your stomach… and no, it wasn't because you hadn't eaten anything….
'Cool.'
His face came closer to yours this time.
'Always so nonchalant…'
He put his hands in his pockets. He breathed deeply and straightened his back again.
"Okay, are we going to class or are you just going to stand here the whole time?" you asked
'Let's go.' he with a smile on his face.
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The two of you entered the classroom together. You sat in the front and he sat in the back, because that was the seat planning. He really wanted to sit next to you… fate did him good today… The class quickly filled up….chatter resurfaced. You leaned your elbow against your desk. The teacher walked in at a slow pace. Your teacher, Mr. Kim, always has such a sarcastic expression on his face.
"Today…we're going to change the seats…yay…" he said under his breath.
"Pfff…well you're going there…and I'm just going to put you there…and you can come from here…and…" he stopped at you.
"You're going to sit back there, next to that one…" you looked over and saw Lee Know smiling. You sighed and sat next to him.
'Hello Neighbor.' he said
"Well hello…you."
He laughed
"What a coincidence…right?"
'Yep.'
"Or… was it our fate to sit next to each other…?"
'Coincidence…'
'Hmm…I guess it was our fate…'
you rolled your eyes.
'No.'
He moved his desk closer to yours.
'What are you doing?'
'What do you think?'
'Preparing me for death?'
"No princess, I want to be closer to you…" he leaned his elbow on your desk
"Uhmmm…sir what do you think you are doing."
'Sitting?'
"Your elbow is on my desk."
'And?'
'This is my desk, see? This is the FRONTIER.' he smirked and laid his head on your couch
'And what now?'
'Oh you must be happy that the teacher is present…'
He looked at you
"Oh what else would you have done?"
"I would have dragged you away."
'Oh….dragging me away? You would like that don't you….' he said in a low voice.
'What do you mean.'
he moved his face closer to yours
'You would like…to drag me away…by my collar…' he caressed your hand towards his collar
"…you would intervene…." he placed his hand on yours and pressed so that you grabbed onto his collar
"….my face would be near your neck…." he came closer to your neck, you felt his warm breath. You straightened your back.
'…and I would kiss it…'
you pushed him away
"Better focus on the lesson."
"You're the boss, princess."
'Indeed.'
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The weeks passed like this. He turned you around… he irritated you… even though he saw it as teasing. You eventually started to ignore him…you pushed your desk away from him every time…you didn't look at him…you felt something in your stomach…a kind of electricity going through your body every time you saw him…you were scared…you were afraid of what this feeling did to you…you saw him in your dreams…you thought about some strange things…sexual things…it made you go crazy…today was the football game again…
“Y/N! It's the game today!' Emma shouted
'No.'
'What no?'
'I'm not going.'
'Why not? It's going to be fun.'
"I really can't today Emma."
'Why not.'
'Private information.'
"That's fine, why don't you want to go?"
"My head really hurts today…and my stomach too…I don't know what's wrong but I'll find out."
Emma's voice softened
'Real? Okay…should I come with you to your dorm?'
"No no, it's okay…just enjoy the match okay?"
'Are you sure.'
'Yep'
she hugged you
'Okay…. but call me immediately if something is wrong….'
"Okay thanks….I'll do that."
You saw her go to the stands, she looked back at you, but you left slowly. You went through the hallways of the school and outside. The football team just came out of the locker room behind you. You slowly walked away. Lee Know saw you, he wondered where you went. The match was the other way. He wanted to go to you but his friends stopped him
'What are you doing? The match is about to start?' said one of his friends. He looked back at you.
You opened the door and went outside. He didn't want to see you out on the streets alone…in the dark…it was too dangerous. He wanted to run to you but again his friends stopped him.
'What's wrong with your dude. Come on, we've got a game to win.' they dragged him onto the football field, he looked behind him, but you were already gone….
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We held them tightly and dragged me along…I still saw her…but when I turned around she was gone. Did I do something wrong? Why doesn't she come? I ran my hands through my hair in frustration as I put on my helmet. I looked around and saw girls shouting and cheering. When I looked at them they almost fainted…but the only girl I wanted to see wasn't there…
I swallowed and started to stand in my position. I couldn't lose this match. I put my frustrations into the game. I knocked the rest out of my path as I got my hands on the ball. I ran as if she were at the finish line. I don't know what's happening in my head…this feeling…is so strange…of course I already have experience with certain things…but with her it's different…me. …I'm…in love…
I ran to the end goal. The timer only had 10 seconds left. I pretended like she was standing there…like I had to save her…I ran as fast as I could…I made it before the timer stopped…but she wasn't there… Even though we won, I didn't win.
My friends surrounded me and lifted me up. I heard the rest cheering. Girls trying to grab me. I didn't want to join the party, I wanted to get out of here. I jumped from their grasp and fell to the ground and rolled. I stood up and threw my helmet at one of my friends like it was the ball.
I ran to the school gate, I ran out. I ignored the dark…I ignored the fact that I was sweaty…I ignored the looks other students gave me when they saw me running away. I could still hear my friends calling behind me. I ran to campus, her dorm number was 30…a number I will never forget because of her. I quickly walked up the stairs. I ran to her dorm. My hair was wet, I was panting. I knocked hard on the door….I stomped on the door.
'Open up!' I shouted
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The sound startled you and you fell off the bed.
'Open up!' you heard Lee Know shout.
You yawned and slowly made your way to the door. You opened the door and saw him leaning with one hand against the wall. He still had his football suit on. He gasped and looked at you. His look was different this time.
“Lee Know?”
he looked at the ground
'Lee Know…?'
he looked at you and pushed you inside your own dorm. He grabbed your face and stroked your cheeks with his thumb. He looked at you…
'What are you doing?' you asked
'Something I should have done a long time ago…'
you felt his lips on yours. His movement was urgent. It was passionate at the same time. His tongue explored your mouth. He opened his mouth wider so he could taste more of you. He wouldn't stop kissing you. One of his hands slid to your hair. He moaned into your mouth. That feeling came up in your chest again…a kind of electric sparkle. You gasped.
He grabbed you tightly, wrapping his arms around you. He gently lifted you up as he continued to kiss you. Your arms fell on his shoulders. Your eyes closed automatically to better feel the moment. He kicked in your door, he entered your room with you in his arms.
His focus was on the bed, you were gently laid down, still he didn't break the kiss. You both gasped as the kiss broke. You lay on your back and looked at him. He was on his knees. He looked down and panted. His hands went to his belt. With a quick movement he removed his belt. You didn't break eye contact. He kissed you again as he exposed his upper body.
His muscles were clearly visible when the moonlight shone on them. His hands went to your blouse, he quickly unbuttoned it, he wanted you now and here. He threw your blouse on the floor. Now his focus was on your bra. He moved his hand behind your back and unclipped your bra. He moved from your mouth to your neck, leaving hickeys. You hadn't even realized that he had thrown your bra on the floor. He started kneading your breasts, gently of course, as it is a sensitive part of your body. It felt so good, you moaned softly… it scared you a bit… you didn't even know you could make sounds like that…
“You taste so good baby..”
he said in a low voice as he pulled your pants down, leaving you with just your panties.
He looked at your body with hungry eyes.
You looked him straight in the eyes as he grinned at you. He carefully took off your panties and also threw them onto the floor where the rest of your clothes were. He slowly took off his pants. Your eyes focused only on his upper body. He threw all his clothes on the floor so that he remained naked in front of your eyes. You gulped.
'You like what you see?'
You weren't sure how to answer.
'Mhm…'
You felt so exposed and vulnerable under his gaze, but it also gave you a certain feeling that couldn't be described. He came on top of you. One of his hands rested on the bed, the other hand went down, down to your clit. You looked with eyes widened at him.
'I'm going to make you feel good… so good…'
one of his fingers pressed on your clit, another moan leaving your lips.
'You like that?'
he pressed it again, your back arched. Your legs spread automatically. He stroked your clit.
'I'm going to take care of you…you are so precious…'
you felt one of his fingers pumping inside you.
he looked into your eyes as your mouth opened slightly.
“Ah…” you moaned
His pace was slow but erotic.
'Hmmm…you like that don't you…baby…'
He inserted another finger into you. He stretched you well. He caressed your cheeks and whispered
'You love taking my fingers….don't you?'
you moaned in response.
His lips found their way back to yours. His lips moved quickly, his tongue swirling with yours. Your heart was beating fast. His fingers sped up. The room was filled with moans and pumping sounds.
"You're so beautiful…" he looked at you intensely. He kissed your lips softly.
'My little angel….'
'My little good girl....'
You came, your legs trembling.
"Oh…Lee…"
he caressed your slit gently, his fingers catching your arousel. His fingers twisted before he pulled them out again.
Your cheeks were red, your beautiful eyes looking up at him. His heart swelled at the sight of you, he came closer and kissed your forehead softly.
His length was already pumped full with blood. Your legs were sweaty as the tip of his length gently grazed your clit. He slid in with an ease. You gasped as you felt him entering you. He came closer again and kissed your upper body. He started grinding softly and slowly. His large and veiny hands slowly moved to your small ones. He interwined them and pinned them on the bed. He loved seeing the difference in size, you were so small compared to him. He felt protective over you. He moved in a romantic rhythm. He looked at you.
'You're so beautiful…so small…'
you looked into his eyes, your beautiful eyes that he can't look away from.
'Keep looking at me like that…'
He grabbed one of your legs and gently lifted it over his shoulder. He looked at the view and groaned. He kissed your leg and went down to your thigh.
'Lee Know…'
He looked at you while kissing you. His hand caressing your leg as he moved again. He smirked as he heard his name.
'Oh baby....i am going to give you so much pleasure tonight....'
He moved from your leg to your neck.
"….you're going to scream my name…."
one of his hands went to your breast and caressed it
'…all night long…'
He grabbed your small hands again. His grip tight but soft. He leaned on them as he pushed himself back into you. He looked at your face. Your head thrown back….your eyes shuttered close….your heavy breathing….the sight was too much for him….he looked at the place where you connected. He watched as he pumped into you.
'You are doing so good baby….'
his head rested in the crook of your neck, his lips sucking on the sensitive skin there.
His movement became faster.
“Ah…daddy..” it just fell from your lips
he looked up to you, his ears fluttering at your moans
'Call me that again baby….' he moved again slowly but hard.
your back arched
“…daddy..” you never knew you could say something like that. You used to read those fanfics, but when they said 'daddy' you cringed….but now….now you don't care…
He groaned and gripped on your hands tighter as his pace went faster but still hard. Your legs trembled, your breath became heavier. He suddenly hit a very sensitive spot of yours. You gasped to catch your breath.
'….right there…' you moaned to him…. the endless words just falling from your lips automatically.
'Right there baby?' he hit it again, this time deeper..faster….and harder.
'…mhm…' He stroked a hair lock of yours behind your ear. He started to hit the spot over over over and over again. Your body trembling beneath his touch.
You looked at him, his black beautiful hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Your hand wanted to run through his hair, but they were pinned down. You spread your legs more. His eyes gleamed downward. The sight he saw made his heart skip a beat. His lips came close again and devoured your mouth. It was all too much…you felt something in your body…something you had never felt before…. He kept pumping into you, his hands touching you everywhere.
“i-i..” you stuttered
He could feel your body tense up, he knew you were close.
'You're doing so well…I love you baby…'
those words sent something through your body, he pumped faster and faster…until…you came. You cried out his name….your legs trembling with pleasure….he gently grabbed your chin and brought it closer. His kiss very gently with love. He started his movement again, he rested his head on your shoulder while still holding your hands…you felt him coming. You felt his breath close to your ear. You both panted. He looked down at you and slipped out. His two fingers pushed the cum deep into you
'take it all baby….take all of it….'
your back tensed as you felt his fingers. He near your ear 'ready for another round…?'
you looked at him with sacred eyes '…yes…'
And you all knew what happend next...
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Going friends to lovers with the SKZ
STRAY KIDS X READER
A/n: Check out my Hyunjin fic: Renascence . Part 1 is up already.
Bangchan
Being Chan's friend, like a real close friend is a treat. Being with him through thick and thin, even through his emo phase was something. The moment you step foot in Korea he'll rush to meet you and have you meet the rest of the SKZ. Even they would immediately love you, clinging to you "NOONA! NOONA!". Bangchan couldn't help but feel a bit jealous though when Changbin would sit a bit closer to you or you would pay more attention to him than Chan. I bet he'd have a deep thinking with Minho as to why he feels this when they come to a conclusion that he likes you. And everything would start to make more meaning.
Going from friends to lovers with Chan would be smooth because Chan is in general such an affectionate person. But, the hugs would be more random featuring kisses. There would be lots of them. Like, imagine just sitting and talking to Hyunjin about your favourite cafe and you hear squealing and a body dumped on you. Yes it's your adorable boyfriend and he'd talk to you in his baby voice and accent.
Minho
You've been his friend for a long time, since he was in Big hits, it was natural that someone or both would fall eventually. He would however keep it hidden. You would know very well that his tsundere act was just an act, he was a real softy from within even though he liked to show otherwise. But as days go by his feelings get stronger and stronger until one day he'll simply walk up to you and say "lets date". He did that before even realising but he took a deep sigh when you started to smile and said "After all these years you ask me out like this? Lee Minho!”
You both would be awkward at first, you'll have to slowly wait till the point he gets openly soft in front of you shocking everyone and at times you as well. Like how after a long day he naturally walks in a room to find you and cling to you. Or how he loves feeding you when he's eating even though you have told him you're not hungry. But he never backs down to glare if any member dares to tease him.
Changbin
Binnie is a sweetheart in general. Being really good friends with him would involve LOTS and LOTS of teasing and pranks. The two of you would always be at each other's throats yet you can't stay without each other. He would secretly be whipped for you and he'd tease you because he loved to annoy you and get your attention? Childish? Ik. He loves to annoy you but god forbid if someone else gets you upset, he'd beat the shit out of them. He loves to such an extent that caring for you and annoying you comes hand in hand as second nature for him. He'd probably be whining to someone about how cute you looked and how he just falls more and more for you and you'd overhear it only to jump on his back and hug him and say that you like him too.
Being his lover is almost similar but it involves him flirting shamelessly with you. Openly asking for kisses and whining when you don't. Chan and Jisung would call you up if he gets upset or when he would be over working himself. You would always be in his mind rent free. He would probably invite you to the gym to show off and tease you.
Jisung
This goof ball is an adorable friend. Always being the best boy and trying to cheer everyone up. He would probably realise that he's in love with you when he sees you upset and probably crying onetime. That urge of his to annihilate any cause of your sadness. He'd do whatever he can to restore your happy face and know in his heart that he'd do this everyday if required because he loves you. He didn't even plan to confess, he couldn't, even the thought got him all jittery. But you thought he did that because he loved you as he loved his members. So after seeing the two of you pining for each other Lee Know would finally lock the two of you up in a room. "I wont let you out until you both confess". And that was the push "I like you" the two of you blurted out at the same time.
Relationship with Jisung would be just like the saying "never a dull moment". But, he'd be more open to you, he'd let himself be vulnerable around you. He'd trust that you'd catch him if he falls, just like his members. He'd make you laugh and literally would never let you go to sleep upset, even if it was for a fight between you two. Lots of talking, you two would literally not stop. The members would call you if he suddenly gets anxious as even your voice calms him down.
Hyunjin
Having the leader of paboracha as your best friend and crush is difficult. He'd be in denial for years as he was sure you see him only as a friend. Not your fault if he would not get it even after you've dropped numerous hints. Well, he thought you said "I'd surely love to date Hyunjin" during truth and dare because you found him a great friend. So when he took a dare and the members made you kiss and he liked it a bit too much he'd start avoiding you. To point where if he'd see you walking from a direction he'd either hide or walk toward the other way. But when you caught him "HYUNJIN?! WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING ME?" You'd ask. "I am not" he'd reply without even looking at you. No matter what you'd say he would not look at you and say that he "could not" look at you. So you did it, you grabbed him by his neck and pecked his lips. The smile he gave was priceless.
You will always find another body beside you or clinging to you. He loves you dearly and really misses you when you're not there in front of him. He loves it when you bring him americano. Watching him dance would be your favourite hobby, it was before too but now it would include little makeout sessions in the middle, to a level Lee Know threatened to stuff his face with tissues.
Felix
Your personal brand of sunshine. You were always the one to help him face his convictions and insecurities and he loved you for that. Somewhere between a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek he fell for you. He couldn't help but show more and more affection towards you. Be it hugging you more or saving you extra brownies and cookies when he bakes. But he will be very careful and a set plan to not confess because he thinks you'll never see him that way, never knowing you've been pining for him as much as him for you. Until one day you wont be able to take it and just say "You know what? I really like you" he would almost tear up and kiss you instantly.
Dating felix? Loads of hugs and kisses, that's his love language afterall. He'd just squeal and hug you, seeing you after a long day. He'd love to tease you though, using his deep voice to whisper in your ears giving you goosebumps. He'd love to get you coffee/tea even though ge doesn't like them. He's a literal sunshine and if he ever sees you sad or upset even if it's for him, he'll cry too. He'd help you go through anything literally. He'd also give loving nicknames, he knows his accent and voice is your weakness and he'd use it very well on you.
Seungmin
He is a literal smartass, too smart for your own good. He'll sneakily hide his crush on you, acting very normal. He'd know all about you including your crush on him. He'd flirt very smoothly, so smooth that even you'd have no idea when you gave up the information that you liked him very much. Flirting with you would actually be one of his hobbies, watching you get wide eyed and blushy, he found you endearing. It would be a secret but Seungmin would even let you hug him if you wanted to. You'd often help him in saving him from Hyunjin and Lee know attack of affection, not Chan's though, that's cute. He'd simply corner you and confuse you one day and then end up saying "I love you too, you pabo" and kiss your forehead.
Dating Seungmin is so entertaining especially seeing him have things sorted. A lot of dates especially those quiet ones where the two of you just sit together doing your own thing with a conversation or two from time to time. He knows what the two of you have is special and he would cherish you. Always make sure you're okay, you're comfortable. He'd have huge schemes of getting you to cool if you ever get upset because of him.
Jeongin
The two of you are literally the group's babies. Bangchan has adopted you and Minho has declared you to be his favourite child. Jeongin is a sweetheart and he'd always take care of you as you do the same. He always considered the constant urge to be with you or protect you to be platonic only to find his heart fluttering every time you look at him. "Hyung! I think I'm sick" he'll tell Felix and explain his "sickness". "No Innie, you're in love!" Felix said, and Jeongin went wide eyed. He'll then smile to himself and just get lost in you. At times he felt as if you were all he needed. Him pining for you got more intense and it was getting out of hand for the hyungs to see their maknae simping. So, they coax and force him to tell you because they knew, you had been pining for him too.
Being Jeongin's lover is actually a group activity as it includes the hyungs constantly cooing at the two of you even if your doing something as simple as holding hands. He had a habit of grabbing your hand and putting it inside his pocket together with his. Many a times, Minho had caught him staring at you to an extent where he doesn't respond to someone calling unless they shake him, but when you talk his whole attention is on only you. He sometimes just pulls you into his room and locks the door just to sit and talk to you with out the interference of the elders. All in all, he loves you to pieces.
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I'm a man: Lee Know x Reader

Summary: Lee Know has forever been in love with you, while you were clueless to his and even your own feelings.
A/n: it's cliché but well, it is what it is. A little smut in the end, very little.
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"But WHY?!" you shouted at your now ex-boyfriend. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"
"Sorry Y/n, it is what it is" and with that he left. As you broke down on the floor crying and weeping. You fished out your phone and dialled a specific contact. The call went through a very familiar voice answer
"M-M- Min- ho?" You stuttered out almost out of breath and sobbing.
"Wait there, I'm coming"
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"You can't do this to yourself" Minho said as he rubbed your back in a soothing manner as you were cuddled to his side bawling your eyes. He is not even bothered that his tshirt is getting wet.
"I can't help it, I just really trusted him" you said.
"Well, I told you not to trust so easily. I'll see that asshole myself though" he said.
"You'd do no such thing" you warned.
"Yeah I won't" he said.
"I'm serious Minho, YOU won't go after him" you said "Promise me?"
"What?" He whined, but you pulled out your pinky. Minho couldn't help but feel warm in his heart seeing how cute you are even in such a situation "Okay. I won't go after him" he said linking his pinky with yours.
And he just hugged you tighter, as he hummed a sweet melody. You just lulled to sleep with all the tiredness.
Next morning, you woke up, no sign of Minho, which was strange because it was a Sunday and Minho's bag was still on the couch. Where did he go so early? You thought and as if on cue you heard a knock. You opened to find Jisung, your other friend plus neighbour, and found Minho beside him. But his state, he had a black eye and a burst lip, and a bruise on his cheek.
"OH MY GOD MINHO!!!" you shrieked "What have you done?!"
He was smiling like an idiot and you looked at Han Jisung for some explanation.
"He got into a fight with your boyfriend?" Jisung said.
"EX!" Minho corrected him
"Yeah right. But don't worry, he planted more blows than he recieved" He chuckled, as he took Minho to the couch.
"I told you to not go after him" you said as you examined his face.
"I didn't" he said, but you stared at him "I swear I didn't, he punched me first. Ask Han he saw it" you looked at Jisung who nodded. You huffed and grabbed the first aid kit.
Jisung and you talked a bit about your ex and the fight, and then he went as he had some work.
You were done treating the rest of the wounds, so you paid attention to his bust lip.
"You could have gotten hurt" you said in a serious tone as you as you applied some antiseptic and he winced
"As if that bastard could one up me" he scoffed
"But why Minho?" You said. You didn't want hin to do this, you didn't want him to have to feel bound to do it. It's okay.
"At first, I was just gonna pass him, but he was the one who came at me. And then HE landed a punch okay! I'm glad he did. Cause he deserved the blue eye and bruises. He messed with you!" He said. You could see the anger in his eyes seething like a fire under ashes. So you did the easiest thing that came to your mind. You hugged him, tight. You felt him immediately at ease under your touch as he buried his head at the crook of your neck. And that was it, you broke down again, all your resorts and thoughts broke. Minho just held you close to himself.
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You went to work and came back, Minho was staying with you to "keep an eye" that you're taking care of yourself. Your friends finally planned to go clubbing on a friday night.
"C'mon Y/n! It's been 3 weeks!" Yuna said.
"So what. I'm not sad or moping okay. I just dont feel like going. You guys should go" you said.
"Okay" you heard Minho say.
"Okay?" You repeated.
"Yeah okay. You don't wanna go. It's okay. Yuna you guys go, I won't go either" Minho said. Of course there's a catch, it's Lee Minho.
"Minho!" You said and he looked at you, those piercing eyes seemed to be bearing deep into your soul. You felt bad, he had been at your side for 3 weeks. He missed 2 weeks of your Friday night hangouts with your friends and you knew Minho loved this tradition you guys had, him being one of the ones who started it. You can't let him keep missing stuff and you shouldn't either.
Minho smiled to himself, even Yuna in front of you and Jisung at the door could see, literal gears turning in your head until you said "No! I'll go"
So the others left as Yuna dug into your closet to find an outfit.
"Are you sure I should wear this? I mean I bought this but there's a reason I never wore it" you said. With the shiny lbd in your hand.
"C'mon Y/n it's not that short. You'll look hot!" Yuna said and you gave up.
(Something like this)

You were met with cat calls as you walked to the table with Yuna and Felix to where all your other friends were seated.
You looked over at Minho and your breath hitched, your heart beat increased.

What you didn't know was the same happened to him. No its not like you both were seeing each other in new light. Lee Minho has always been in love with you.
"Damn Minho you look hot" you said as you took a seat between Bangchan and Jisung. You noticed Minho's cheeks a bit dusted with pink but you didn't think much of his.
"Damn bitch I missed you so much the last two weeks!" Dahyun said
"How are you Y/n?" Bangchan asked, taking your hand and holding it.
"I'm better Channie, thanks to Minho, I realised that Mark was actually a dick" you said
"Yeah and he deserved the beating" Jisung said. And soon drinks flowed in and were downed. All except Chan, Yuna and Minho let loose as those 3 were the designated drivers for today. They kept a close eye on the rest of you.
Minho's eyes especially never leave you. It's not like he doesn't want to, but he couldn't. His eyes wouldn't move from the exposed skin, from the way the dress hugged your curves so perfectly and the way you danced with Dahyun swaying your hips. He was so lost in you. That was the moment he decided, this time he wont let you go.
"You know that she likes you too right?" Yuna asked
"What?" Minho asked
"Don't act naive, we see your lingering eyes and stuff on her" Bangchan said "And don't think I didn't see you seething when I took her hand in mine" he said teasing the younger boy.
"I can't help it. I've been in love with her for years while she doesn't give me a blink in the daylight" he scoffed, eyes going back to you.
"You know she likes you, how long are you gonna stand on the sidelines and watch her get hurt every time! When you could give her exactly what she wants and needs and more" Yuna said. Minho nodded his head, he wont let you hurt yourself and him like this. With that Minho got up, and walked to you.
"Hi Minnie" you said as you motioned him to come closer and as soon as he did, you wrapped your arms and held them behind his neck. Swaying to the music, as if on queue the beat dropped to a slower song and the dance floor got into pairs with some of the people walking away. You noticed Dahyun with Jisung and Hyunjin and Felix in each other's arms and chuckled as you locked eyes with Minho. Those eyes, you wished you could just get lost in them . The intoxication in you letting all your feelings go that you had kept at bay, you kept your head on his chest as he held you closer. You looked up at him with your big eyes, and he could see the pure love you had for him. Oh how you wished, his hand to roam around your body, to feel those plump lips on yours. You never realised you were inching close until Minho looked away, still holding you close to him. Your intoxicated mind could hardly process anything.
When the song ended he pulled you away from the dance floor as the others followed. With a very drunk and chatty Jisung and you in the car Minho drove off.
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It's been a week since Minho has finally gone home. He texted you today and said he was coming tonight and he wanted to tell you something and you dare not try to avoid him like you've been doing for this past week. You were tensed, did he want to speak about how you almost kissed him. It wasn't your strongest moment but damn he looked away it means he doesn't like you. Ouch, why did that hurt? It's better for him to not like you. That way you wont lose him. Yuna's voice rang in your head from when she told you the other morning
"Trust me he didn't take his eyes off you!" She said
"Yes because he wanted to make sure I didn't do anything stupid" you to defended
"So you don't think that revealing dress had anything to do with that?" She said visibly annoyed
"No, he doesn't see me like that" you said
"Why Y/n? Why are you still afraid?" She asked finally
"Because relationships break, they get bitter, I don't want Minho to get tired of me and lose him" you said.
You were so busy thinking that you didn't hear the sound of the keypad at the door, or the door openning and closing.
"Y/n-ah" Minho whined and sat beside you keeping his head on your shoulder.
"Tired?" You asked running your fingers through his hair.
He mumbled something as his arms wrapped around you. You can't help but try to quiet down your heartbeat that was rapidly beating.
"I wanted to tell you something" he said and with that he pulled away and sat in a way that you'd be facing him directly.
"Y/n I-"he started and took his hands in yours "I like you, more than a friend. I can't take this, time after time seeing you with another guy. If I have to see that again then I'll kill him."
You pulled you hands away, no, no he can't "But you pulled away!" You whispered.
"Yeah that's because i didn't want you to do something like that when you're wasted" he said making sense.
"But I thought you don't see me in that light!?" You whined
"How can I not? l? I'm a man okay!!" he said.
"Good because that was a drunk mistake!" You said you said as you got up and moved to get some space between you too.
"Yah! What do you mean by a mistake?!" Minho asked, visibly hurt.
"That we are best friends and that's what we should be" you said.
"So you don't like me?” He said
"I like you as my best friend" you said
"Oh yeah?" He said inching closer to you "You don't feel anything for me right?" He asked while still walking forward his eye threatening like a feline, sharp.
Until you hit the wall and he caged your body between his arms. "Then you must not feel anything if I come this close to you?" He said, more like taunted. Whom were you kidding? Your heart was about to leap to your mouth.
"Why are you silent Y/n ssi?” he asked in a whisper. His voice is low, his face dangerously close to yours, you could feel his breath fan on your lips, so when you didn't protest and just stared into Minho's eyes, your own breath mixing with his, he crashed his lips on yours. You still froze up too much in your head, but Minho pulled back and almost growled "Don't fight it". And that was it you couldn't take it anymore you kissed him back and the two of you melted into each other.
Damn, you always wondered what his lips would feel like. His hands slid to your neck as he bent you head to get better access. Your hands tangled at his hair.
The two of you finally pulled away feeling the necessity of air.
"Don't be afraid please I'll never leave you alone" he promised you.
You knew by the look in eyes that he meant it.
And thus, here you were having a full on make out session with your now boyfriend as you stranddled his lap. His hands on your waist as they slowly roamed about to find wonders, his shirt was already long taken off by you. Minho pulled away from your lips to immediately attack your neck, you could feel him, sucking and licking at various parts until suddenly a moan escaped "Minho!" You moaned as it gave him more boost to give you the hickey that he delicately made. With one swift move he took off your top and placed kisses all over your chest with occasional bites and be was driving you crazy. You could feel the pool in the mess you call panties, so you started humping his thigh.
"Someone is eager?" Minho asked pulling away with a smirk.
"Shut up" you said and attached your lips to his.
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Going friends to lovers with the SKZ
STRAY KIDS X READER
A/n: Check out my Hyunjin fic: Renascence . Part 1 is up already.
Bangchan
Being Chan's friend, like a real close friend is a treat. Being with him through thick and thin, even through his emo phase was something. The moment you step foot in Korea he'll rush to meet you and have you meet the rest of the SKZ. Even they would immediately love you, clinging to you "NOONA! NOONA!". Bangchan couldn't help but feel a bit jealous though when Changbin would sit a bit closer to you or you would pay more attention to him than Chan. I bet he'd have a deep thinking with Minho as to why he feels this when they come to a conclusion that he likes you. And everything would start to make more meaning.
Going from friends to lovers with Chan would be smooth because Chan is in general such an affectionate person. But, the hugs would be more random featuring kisses. There would be lots of them. Like, imagine just sitting and talking to Hyunjin about your favourite cafe and you hear squealing and a body dumped on you. Yes it's your adorable boyfriend and he'd talk to you in his baby voice and accent.
Minho
You've been hos friend for a long time, since he was in Big hits, it was natural that someone or both would fall eventually. He would however keep it hidden. You would know very well that his tsundere act was just that an act he was a real softy from within even though he liked to show otherwise. But as days go by his feelings get stronger and stronger until one day he'll simply walk up to you and say "lets date". He did that before even realising but he took a deep sigh when you started to smile and said "After all these years you ask me out like this? Lee Minho!”
You both would be awkward at first, you'll have to slowly wait till the point he gets openly soft in front of you shocking everyone and at times you as well. Like how after a long day he naturally walks in a room to find you and cling to you. Or how he loves feeding you when he's eating even though you have told him you're not hungry. But he never backs down to glare if any member dares to tease him.
Changbin
Binnie is a sweetheart in general. Being really good friends with him would involve LOTS and LOTS of teasing and pranks. The two of you would always be at each other's throats yet you can't stay without each other. He would secretly be whipped for you and he'd tease you because he loved to annoy you and get your attention? Childish? Ik. He loves to annoy you but god forbid if someone else gets you upset, he'd beat the shit out of them. He loves to such an extent that caring for you and annoying you comes hand in hand as second nature for him. He'd probably be whining to someone about how cute you looked and how he just falls more and more for you and you'd overhear it only to jump on his back and hug him and say that you like him too.
Being his lover is almost similar but it involves him flirting shamelessly with you. Openly asking for kisses and whining when you don't. Chan and Jisung would call you up if he gets upset or when he would be over working himself. You would always be in his mind rent free. He would probably invite you to the gym to show off and tease you.
Jisung
This goof ball is an adorable friend. Always being the best boy and trying to cheer everyone up. He would probably realise that he's in love with you when he sees you upset and probably crying onetime. That urge of his to annihilate any cause of your sadness. He'd do whatever he can to restore your happy face and know in his heart that he'd do this everyday if required because he loves you. He didn't even plan to confess, he couldn't, even the thought got him all jittery. But you thought he did that because he loved you as he loved his members. So after seeing the two of you pining for each other Lee Know would finally lock the two of you up in a room. "I wont let you out until you both confess". And that was the push "I like you" the two of you blurted out at the same time.
Relationship with Jisung would be just like the saying "never a dull moment". But, he'd be more open to you, he'd let himself be vulnerable around you. He'd trust that you'd catch him if he falls, just like his members. He'd make you laugh and literally would never let you go to sleep upset, even if it was for a fight between you two. Lots of talking, you two would literally not stop. The members would call you if he suddenly gets anxious as even your voice calms him down.
Hyunjin
Having the leader of paboracha as your best friend and crush is difficult. He'd be in denial for years as he was sure you see him only as a friend. Not your fault if he would not get it even after you've dropped numerous hints. Well, he thought you said "I'd surely love to date Hyunjin" during truth and dare because you found him a great friend. So when he took a dare and the members made you kiss and he liked it a bit too much he'd start avoiding you. To point where if he'd see you walking from a direction he'd either hide or walk toward the other way. But when you caught him "HYUNJIN?! WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING ME?" You'd ask. "I am not" he'd reply without even looking at you. No matter what you'd say he would not look at you and say that he "could not" look at you. So you did it, you grabbed him by his neck and pecked his lips. The smile he gave was priceless.
You will always find another body beside you or clinging to you. He loves you dearly and really misses you when you're not there in front of him. He loves it when you bring him americano. Watching him dance would be your favourite hobby, it was before too but now it would include little makeout sessions in the middle, to a level Lee Know threatened to stuff his face with tissues.
Felix
Your personal brand of sunshine. You were always the one to help him face his convictions and insecurities and he loved you for that. Somewhere between a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek he fell for you. He couldn't help but show more and more affection towards you. Be it hugging you more or saving you extra brownies and cookies when he bakes. But he will be very careful and a set plan to not confess because he thinks you'll never see him that way, never knowing you've been pining for him as much as him for you. Until one day you wont be able to take it and just say "You know what? I really like you" he would almost tear up and kiss you instantly.
Dating felix? Loads of hugs and kisses, that's his love language afterall. He'd just squeal and hug you, seeing you after a long day. He'd love to tease you though, using his deep voice to whisper in your ears giving you goosebumps. He'd love to get you coffee/tea even though ge doesn't like them. He's a literal sunshine and if he ever sees you sad or upset even if it's for him, he'll cry too. He'd help you go through anything literally. He'd also give loving nicknames, he knows his accent and voice is your weakness and he'd use it very well on you.
Seungmin
He is a literal smartass, too smart for your own good. He'll sneakily hide his crush on you, acting very normal. He'd know all about you including your crush on him. He'd flirt very smoothly, so smooth that even you'd have no idea when you gave up the information that you liked him very much. Flirting with you would actually be one of his hobbies, watching you get wide eyed and blushy, he found you endearing. It would be a secret but Seungmin would even let you hug him if you wanted to. You'd often help him in saving him from Hyunjin and Lee know attack of affection, not Chan's though, that's cute. He'd simply corner you and confuse you one day and then end up saying "I love you too, you pabo" and kiss your forehead.
Dating Seungmin is so entertaining especially seeing him have things sorted. A lot of dates especially those quiet ones where the two of you just sit together doing your own thing with a conversation or two from time to time. He knows what the two of you have is special and he would cherish you. Always make sure you're okay, you're comfortable. He'd have huge schemes of getting you to cool if you ever get upset because of him.
Jeongin
The two of you are literally the group's babies. Bangchan has adopted you and Minho has declared you to be his favourite child. Jeongin is a sweetheart and he'd always take care of you as you do the same. He always considered the constant urge to be with you or protect you to be platonic only to find his heart fluttering every time you look at him. "Hyung! I think I'm sick" he'll tell Felix and explain his "sickness". "No Innie, you're in love!" Felix said, and Jeongin went wide eyed. He'll then smile to himself and just get lost in you. At times he felt as if you were all he needed. Him pining for you got more intense and it was getting out of hand for the hyungs to see their maknae simping. So, they coax and force him to tell you because they knew, you had been pining for him too.
Being Jeongin's lover is actually a group activity as it includes the hyungs constantly cooing at the two of you even if your doing something as simple as holding hands. He had a habit of grabbing your hand and putting it inside his pocket together with his. Many a times, Minho had caught him staring at you to an extent where he doesn't respond to someone calling unless they shake him, but when you talk his whole attention is on only you. He sometimes just pulls you into his room and locks the door just to sit and talk to you with out the interference of the elders. All in all, he loves you to pieces.
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I'm a man: Lee Know x Reader

Summary: Lee Know has forever been in love with you, while you were clueless to his and even your own feelings.
A/n: it's cliché but well, it is what it is. A little smut in the end, very little.
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"But WHY?!" you shouted at your now ex-boyfriend. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"
"Sorry Y/n, it is what it is" and with that he left. As you broke down on the floor crying and weeping. You fished out your phone and dialled a specific contact. The call went through a very familiar voice answer
"M-M- Min- ho?" You stuttered out almost out of breath and sobbing.
"Wait there, I'm coming"
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"You can't do this to yourself" Minho said as he rubbed your back in a soothing manner as you were cuddled to his side bawling your eyes. He is not even bothered that his tshirt is getting wet.
"I can't help it, I just really trusted him" you said.
"Well, I told you not to trust so easily. I'll see that asshole myself though" he said.
"You'd do no such thing" you warned.
"Yeah I won't" he said.
"I'm serious Minho, YOU won't go after him" you said "Promise me?"
"What?" He whined, but you pulled out your pinky. Minho couldn't help but feel warm in his heart seeing how cute you are even in such a situation "Okay. I won't go after him" he said linking his pinky with yours.
And he just hugged you tighter, as he hummed a sweet melody. You just lulled to sleep with all the tiredness.
Next morning, you woke up, no sign of Minho, which was strange because it was a Sunday and Minho's bag was still on the couch. Where did he go so early? You thought and as if on cue you heard a knock. You opened to find Jisung, your other friend plus neighbour, and found Minho beside him. But his state, he had a black eye and a burst lip, and a bruise on his cheek.
"OH MY GOD MINHO!!!" you shrieked "What have you done?!"
He was smiling like an idiot and you looked at Han Jisung for some explanation.
"He got into a fight with your boyfriend?" Jisung said.
"EX!" Minho corrected him
"Yeah right. But don't worry, he planted more blows than he recieved" He chuckled, as he took Minho to the couch.
"I told you to not go after him" you said as you examined his face.
"I didn't" he said, but you stared at him "I swear I didn't, he punched me first. Ask Han he saw it" you looked at Jisung who nodded. You huffed and grabbed the first aid kit.
Jisung and you talked a bit about your ex and the fight, and then he went as he had some work.
You were done treating the rest of the wounds, so you paid attention to his bust lip.
"You could have gotten hurt" you said in a serious tone as you as you applied some antiseptic and he winced
"As if that bastard could one up me" he scoffed
"But why Minho?" You said. You didn't want hin to do this, you didn't want him to have to feel bound to do it. It's okay.
"At first, I was just gonna pass him, but he was the one who came at me. And then HE landed a punch okay! I'm glad he did. Cause he deserved the blue eye and bruises. He messed with you!" He said. You could see the anger in his eyes seething like a fire under ashes. So you did the easiest thing that came to your mind. You hugged him, tight. You felt him immediately at ease under your touch as he buried his head at the crook of your neck. And that was it, you broke down again, all your resorts and thoughts broke. Minho just held you close to himself.
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You went to work and came back, Minho was staying with you to "keep an eye" that you're taking care of yourself. Your friends finally planned to go clubbing on a friday night.
"C'mon Y/n! It's been 3 weeks!" Yuna said.
"So what. I'm not sad or moping okay. I just dont feel like going. You guys should go" you said.
"Okay" you heard Minho say.
"Okay?" You repeated.
"Yeah okay. You don't wanna go. It's okay. Yuna you guys go, I won't go either" Minho said. Of course there's a catch, it's Lee Minho.
"Minho!" You said and he looked at you, those piercing eyes seemed to be bearing deep into your soul. You felt bad, he had been at your side for 3 weeks. He missed 2 weeks of your Friday night hangouts with your friends and you knew Minho loved this tradition you guys had, him being one of the ones who started it. You can't let him keep missing stuff and you shouldn't either.
Minho smiled to himself, even Yuna in front of you and Jisung at the door could see, literal gears turning in your head until you said "No! I'll go"
So the others left as Yuna dug into your closet to find an outfit.
"Are you sure I should wear this? I mean I bought this but there's a reason I never wore it" you said. With the shiny lbd in your hand.
"C'mon Y/n it's not that short. You'll look hot!" Yuna said and you gave up.
(Something like this)

You were met with cat calls as you walked to the table with Yuna and Felix to where all your other friends were seated.
You looked over at Minho and your breath hitched, your heart beat increased.

What you didn't know was the same happened to him. No its not like you both were seeing each other in new light. Lee Minho has always been in love with you.
"Damn Minho you look hot" you said as you took a seat between Bangchan and Jisung. You noticed Minho's cheeks a bit dusted with pink but you didn't think much of his.
"Damn bitch I missed you so much the last two weeks!" Dahyun said
"How are you Y/n?" Bangchan asked, taking your hand and holding it.
"I'm better Channie, thanks to Minho, I realised that Mark was actually a dick" you said
"Yeah and he deserved the beating" Jisung said. And soon drinks flowed in and were downed. All except Chan, Yuna and Minho let loose as those 3 were the designated drivers for today. They kept a close eye on the rest of you.
Minho's eyes especially never leave you. It's not like he doesn't want to, but he couldn't. His eyes wouldn't move from the exposed skin, from the way the dress hugged your curves so perfectly and the way you danced with Dahyun swaying your hips. He was so lost in you. That was the moment he decided, this time he wont let you go.
"You know that she likes you too right?" Yuna asked
"What?" Minho asked
"Don't act naive, we see your lingering eyes and stuff on her" Bangchan said "And don't think I didn't see you seething when I took her hand in mine" he said teasing the younger boy.
"I can't help it. I've been in love with her for years while she doesn't give me a blink in the daylight" he scoffed, eyes going back to you.
"You know she likes you, how long are you gonna stand on the sidelines and watch her get hurt every time! When you could give her exactly what she wants and needs and more" Yuna said. Minho nodded his head, he wont let you hurt yourself and him like this. With that Minho got up, and walked to you.
"Hi Minnie" you said as you motioned him to come closer and as soon as he did, you wrapped your arms and held them behind his neck. Swaying to the music, as if on queue the beat dropped to a slower song and the dance floor got into pairs with some of the people walking away. You noticed Dahyun with Jisung and Hyunjin and Felix in each other's arms and chuckled as you locked eyes with Minho. Those eyes, you wished you could just get lost in them . The intoxication in you letting all your feelings go that you had kept at bay, you kept your head on his chest as he held you closer. You looked up at him with your big eyes, and he could see the pure love you had for him. Oh how you wished, his hand to roam around your body, to feel those plump lips on yours. You never realised you were inching close until Minho looked away, still holding you close to him. Your intoxicated mind could hardly process anything.
When the song ended he pulled you away from the dance floor as the others followed. With a very drunk and chatty Jisung and you in the car Minho drove off.
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It's been a week since Minho has finally gone home. He texted you today and said he was coming tonight and he wanted to tell you something and you dare not try to avoid him like you've been doing for this past week. You were tensed, did he want to speak about how you almost kissed him. It wasn't your strongest moment but damn he looked away it means he doesn't like you. Ouch, why did that hurt? It's better for him to not like you. That way you wont lose him. Yuna's voice rang in your head from when she told you the other morning
"Trust me he didn't take his eyes off you!" She said
"Yes because he wanted to make sure I didn't do anything stupid" you to defended
"So you don't think that revealing dress had anything to do with that?" She said visibly annoyed
"No, he doesn't see me like that" you said
"Why Y/n? Why are you still afraid?" She asked finally
"Because relationships break, they get bitter, I don't want Minho to get tired of me and lose him" you said.
You were so busy thinking that you didn't hear the sound of the keypad at the door, or the door openning and closing.
"Y/n-ah" Minho whined and sat beside you keeping his head on your shoulder.
"Tired?" You asked running your fingers through his hair.
He mumbled something as his arms wrapped around you. You can't help but try to quiet down your heartbeat that was rapidly beating.
"I wanted to tell you something" he said and with that he pulled away and sat in a way that you'd be facing him directly.
"Y/n I-"he started and took his hands in yours "I like you, more than a friend. I can't take this, time after time seeing you with another guy. If I have to see that again then I'll kill him."
You pulled you hands away, no, no he can't "But you pulled away!" You whispered.
"Yeah that's because i didn't want you to do something like that when you're wasted" he said making sense.
"But I thought you don't see me in that light!?" You whined
"How can I not? l? I'm a man okay!!" he said.
"Good because that was a drunk mistake!" You said you said as you got up and moved to get some space between you too.
"Yah! What do you mean by a mistake?!" Minho asked, visibly hurt.
"That we are best friends and that's what we should be" you said.
"So you don't like me?” He said
"I like you as my best friend" you said
"Oh yeah?" He said inching closer to you "You don't feel anything for me right?" He asked while still walking forward his eye threatening like a feline, sharp.
Until you hit the wall and he caged your body between his arms. "Then you must not feel anything if I come this close to you?" He said, more like taunted. Whom were you kidding? Your heart was about to leap to your mouth.
"Why are you silent Y/n ssi?” he asked in a whisper. His voice is low, his face dangerously close to yours, you could feel his breath fan on your lips, so when you didn't protest and just stared into Minho's eyes, your own breath mixing with his, he crashed his lips on yours. You still froze up too much in your head, but Minho pulled back and almost growled "Don't fight it". And that was it you couldn't take it anymore you kissed him back and the two of you melted into each other.
Damn, you always wondered what his lips would feel like. His hands slid to your neck as he bent you head to get better access. Your hands tangled at his hair.
The two of you finally pulled away feeling the necessity of air.
"Don't be afraid please I'll never leave you alone" he promised you.
You knew by the look in eyes that he meant it.
And thus, here you were having a full on make out session with your now boyfriend as you stranddled his lap. His hands on your waist as they slowly roamed about to find wonders, his shirt was already long taken off by you. Minho pulled away from your lips to immediately attack your neck, you could feel him, sucking and licking at various parts until suddenly a moan escaped "Minho!" You moaned as it gave him more boost to give you the hickey that he delicately made. With one swift move he took off your top and placed kisses all over your chest with occasional bites and be was driving you crazy. You could feel the pool in the mess you call panties, so you started humping his thigh.
"Someone is eager?" Minho asked pulling away with a smirk.
"Shut up" you said and attached your lips to his.
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I’m considering maybe writing for Stray Kids too.
Thoughts?
Hard thought: You were a witch and in your coven there was a tradition every year when you reached the age of 21. The tradition was to stop being a virgin with some witch, werewolf, nymph or something magical. But walking through the forest you found a very handsome boy but it turned out that he was a human who had been lost in the forest on that lunar eclipse day which the tradition had to be fulfilled. That boy's name was Minho and you gave yourself to him, making things change -🐤🐾🐺
I’m-
Speechless honestly. That is such a good plot! Also yeah, witch or wearwolf or not, Minho could get it. I’d break sacred traditions for Minho. I’d disrupt the balance for Minho.
This was so beautiful!!
ghost of you | lee minho x fem ! reader
part one - the falling



FLUFF & ANGST & SMUT & SINGLE DAD ! MINHO & SINGLE MOM ! READER & MORE UNDER THE CUT ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
minho--a man so focused on moving forward he refuses to look back. you--someone so focused on the past that you can't bring yourself to look forward. both of you have had your fair share of past hurts. but maybe together, the future will be brighter than it has been for a long time.
read part two here !
warnings. angst, mentions of death (minor character, reader's ex husband), mentions of cheating (minho's ex), gets a little hot and heavy at one point but no smut yet (grinding, dancing), mentions of food/eating, mentions of alcohol/getting drunk
word count. 17,424 words
note. so no smut YET !!! the smut comes in the next part :) but this is very slow burn-y so u just gotta let them cook !! anyways, this a repost ! i posted this fic last year and then deactivated. i hope u guys will all enjoy it ! PLEASE PLEASE reblog / comment / send asks & let me know what you think ! i would greatly appreciate it ‹3
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one
There weren’t many things that Minho regretted in his life.
Minho had always believed in leading a life lived with no regrets—after all, you can’t change the past once it’s happened, so why would he care about it? He did the things he wanted to, wore what he wanted, said what he pleased, and laughed and enjoyed himself often. There weren’t many things that Minho regretted in his life. But there was one.
“Dad!” Jiyeon whined as Minho carefully tied her shoes. “Hurry! We’re going to be late for class!”
No, Minho didn’t regret having his daughter. She was the greatest joy of his life. She was his biggest pride. Minho had never loved anyone the way he loved Jiyeon. What Minho regretted was her mother.
“I know, I know. I’m hurrying. Just want to make sure your shoes are tied properly. Can’t have you tripping over your feet today.”
Minho thought his daughter was the most beautiful little girl in the world, but sometimes, she looked so much like her mother that it hurt. He could never be upset with Jiyeon for this, of course. It wasn’t her fault at all that her mother’s genetics had been strong. And most of the time, he hardly noticed. But sometimes Jiyeon would make a face that was so reminiscent of the woman he’d once known… It just made his heart ache a little.
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Jiyeon tugged on Minho’s fingers as he slipped into his own shoes, pulling him toward the front door of their apartment.
Minho laughed a little as he followed her. “Alright, alright, we’re going.”
Jiyeon’s mother had left when Jiyeon was barely six months old. Or more like… Minho had kicked her out. Sometimes he wondered if that was a big mistake. He wondered if he was really cut out to handle raising a child, especially on his own. He wondered if he was too hasty in his decision. Jiyeon was fine without her mom now, but would she always be?
“Dad, why are you being so quiet?” Jiyeon looked up at Minho as she walked beside him, her tiny hand in his. “You usually talk the whole way to class.”
He shook his head, smiling down at his daughter. If only she knew just how troubled his mind was. “It’s nothing. Just thinking about the day ahead of us, sweetheart.”
“Oh. Well, you do have that new class you’re teaching today, right? Is that what you’re thinking about?”
“Yeah,” he lied, looking ahead of him and clenching his jaw as he breathed deeply. “Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking about.”
—
“Haru, are you almost ready to go?” You called down the hall towards your son’s room. He had his first dance class today and had been so excited all week. Now that you were about to leave for the class, though, he seemed to be dragging his feet.
“Yeah, one minute!”
At the sound of your son’s voice, you relaxed. He didn’t sound sad or upset, he just sounded rushed. Maybe he just had first-day jitters. You finished packing his backpack with snacks, his water bottle, and anything else you felt like he might need.
The class you’d signed him up for was an intensive summer course for beginners and it was more of a dance camp or workshop. It would last about seven weeks, and the students would spend four hours a day for four days a week learning the basics of dancing as well as a few routines. It was the perfect way to keep your son occupied while you were at work.
You could have always left him with a babysitter, but you weren’t sure if you could find someone you trusted. At least this way you knew your son would be doing something fun and active.
“Mom, do you think this is okay to dance in?” Haru came running out of his room in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It didn’t look any different than the other three outfits he’d tried on before that, honestly, but you still nodded and grinned at him.
“It looks perfect, Haru, but if we don’t leave now, we’ll be late. Go put your shoes on, okay? I’ve got your backpack all ready for today.”
Haru nodded and skipped toward the front entryway of your apartment where his shoes were stored. He sat on the floor and pulled on his tennis shoes. You double checked his bag had a different pair of shoes—you’d read online that the students were asked to bring fresh tennis shoes or dance shoes that would be reserved just for dancing. Apparently “street shoes” would leave a lot of scuffs and marks on the (expensive) floor of the dance studio.
“Are you excited for your first day of dance classes?” You asked as you ushered him out of your apartment, making sure you had all of your things before locking the door behind you.
He grabbed your hand and followed you out of the apartment building. “Yeah! I’m really excited! Just wait, Mom, I’m going to be, like, a pro dancer when I finish the class!”
“Of course you are, baby,” you smiled and squeezed his hand in yours. “You can do anything you put your mind to.”
It didn’t take long for you to arrive at the dance studio—you’d purposefully chosen one that was close to your apartment. When you stepped into the studio, you were immediately struck with how nice it was. Too nice, it felt, for the price you would be paying for your son’s class. Everything was shiny and clean, the decorations were minimal and subtle but still stood out. And what caught your eye the most were the rows of trophies around the room.
That was another reason you’d chosen this studio. If your son ever decided he wanted to compete in dancing, he would be on a great competition team. This studio was renowned for doing exceptionally well in competitions while also having compassionate coaches.
You got Haru signed in at the front desk, and the receptionist assured you that in the future, he wouldn’t need to check in, he could just go into his class. You thanked her and then pulled Haru off to the side. “How are you feeling?”
“Excited! I’ll be fine, Mom, don’t worry about me!” Haru pushed at you a little, seemingly embarrassed by how emotional you were getting over him.
So you nodded and stood. “You’re right. You’ll be fine. More than fine. You’ll do great. Just have fun, okay? I’ll be back in a few hours to pick you up.”
Haru hugged you and waved goodbye before changing his shoes and running into the first dance studio where his classes would be taking place. You watched him go before turning to clarify with the receptionist what time his class ended. Once you were certain he was fine and everything was sorted out, you left to go to work.
On your walk to your office, you allowed your mind to wander.
There were a lot of times you wished you could change the past.
There were so many things you would have done differently if you could. You wouldn’t have gotten married so young. You would’ve taken more time to travel and enjoy your youth. You would’ve spent more time with the people you loved. And you would’ve spent less time being angry. There were a lot of times you wished you could change the past. But there was one thing, you would never even dream of changing.
Having Haru. You’d been young when you had him, sure, but you loved him more than anything. He made all of the hard days easier, made all of the long hours spent working worth it. He was your motivation, your reason for being. Haru was everything to you.
So you would never wish you could change the fact that you’d gotten pregnant young. You would never change having Haru.
You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice there was someone riding their bike right in your immediate path. At least, not until someone was tugging you out of the way.
“Watch out!”
You blinked in surprise, pulled from your spiraling thoughts. You looked at the man who had one hand wrapped around your bicep. His eyes held a concern you hadn’t seen in a long time. And when you looked in his eyes, really looked, your heart stuttered in your chest. You pulled yourself away hastily, fixing your clothes and hoping the embarrassment didn’t show on your face. “Oh, s-sorry. And thank you.”
You turned to leave before he could say anything to you. You felt warm all over. You couldn’t help thinking about the man’s eyes. About his caring expression. And it made you feel silly. You would never see him again. You didn’t even know his name. Why was he affecting you this much?
—
Minho watched as you left, his hand still holding Jiyeon’s tightly. Something about you was so intriguing. Jiyeon’s small hand pulling on his again pulled him from his distracted thoughts. He looked down at her, smiling sheepishly and continuing to walk with her to the dance studio.
“That lady was clumsy, wasn’t she dad,” Jiyeon giggled. “She wasn’t even watching where she was going.”
Minho laughed and nodded, “Yeah. She was kind of clumsy.”
The receptionist greeted him warmly when he ushered Jiyeon into the studio, sending her to class while he checked in at the front desk. “Good morning Soomin. How has everything been this morning?”
“All good here! We got the new class all set up and everyone’s been checked in. Jana had me cancel her classes for today since she’s not feeling well, so it looks like it’ll just be your classes today!”
“Perfect,” Minho smiled at Soomin and sat on the corner bench to change his own shoes. “Thanks Soomin.”
Minho stood and waved at Soomin cheerfully before walking into the studio. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face at the sight of the studio full of small children. He hadn’t realized how much he loved kids until Jiyeon was born. Sure, he’d taught dance classes to children in the past, but he’d never harbored such a fondness for them until after he had a daughter of his own.
“Good morning,” Minho greeted them, standing at the front of the room. “Let’s get started with some stretches and then we’ll do an activity to get to know one another before we start dancing!”
—
“So, you got Haru dropped off at his first dance lesson today?” Your coworker, and best friend, Ryujin asked, glancing at you as you sank into your desk chair. Your office was right across the hall from hers, so she always saw when you got in and often came to talk to (pester) you at your desk. Everyone in the office knew you were friends, but since you always finished your work on time, no one had any issues with you gossiping from time to time.
You nodded as you unpacked your bag. You knew you’d have to pick Haru up in just a few hours, but you were determined to get as much done before then as you could. “Yeah. He seems really excited about it. I just hope the dance class is as good as the reviews say. I would hate for him to get discouraged because of a shitty teacher or feel like he’s not learning anything.”
“Makes sense.” Ryujin agreed as she leaned against the door frame of your office. “What studio did you take him to again?”
“5-STAR. Fitting, seeing as pretty much all the reviews on their website were five stars. Do you think they paid people to leave all those five star reviews?” You turned your desktop computer on, sighing as you began overthinking again.
Ryujin shook her head, laughing a little at your downward spiral. “Nah, I’ve heard good things about 5-STAR. I actually danced with one of their teachers growing up. Lee Minho. He’s a phenomenal dancer. Didn’t realize he liked kids though.”
Ryujin had grown up dancing and had even had the opportunity to dance professionally, but she’d turned it down to follow her dreams of becoming an architect alongside you. She insisted that dancing was just a hobby and she was afraid she’d lose her passion for dancing if she made it her entire career. She didn’t seem to regret her decision, thankfully, and she even led a women’s beginner dance class on the weekends in her spare time.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you knew Lee Minho. He’s the instructor teaching Haru’s class and summer workshop.”
“Really?” Ryujin’s eyes widened. “Haru's definitely in good hands. Like I said, Minho is a great dancer. He was offered a chance to dance professionally too. He even did for a while. But then… ah, that’s not my story to tell, I suppose. I should get back to work.”
Ryujin didn’t say anything else before turning quickly and leaving your office, closing the door softly behind her to give you some privacy and peace to work. You thought for a moment about what she could have meant. But then, what? You shrugged it off. The reason your son’s dance instructor hadn’t continued his professional career was the least of your worries at the moment. You had a project to get done.
—
“And, it looks like we’re finished for the day!” Minho clapped his hands together after watching the kids work on the small, easy routine he’d just taught them. Truthfully, he had students with a lot of potential in his class. And of course, a few who may take more time to master the art of dancing. But one boy in particular struck him as someone with a natural talent for dance. Haru. Maybe he’d have to speak with his parents before the end of the summer workshop in a few weeks.
Minho watched the young kids scramble to get water and finish the last of their snacks while they waited for their parents to arrive. Slowly, parents trickled in, thanking him for teaching their children before herding them out. Time passed and then there was only Jiyeon left and one other student.
“I’m so sorry!” You panted, peeking into the studio, careful not to step onto the dance floor with your shoes, remembering what the website had said about street shoes. “I was at work and lost track of the time. Haru, sweetheart, are you ready to go?”
Minho’s eyes widened when he looked at you. You were the woman from earlier that morning. Before he could say anything Jiyeon skipped over to you, voice cheerful as she spoke. “Hey, you’re that lady from this morning! My dad pulled you out of the way of a bicycle guy on the sidewalk! Are you Haru’s mom? You’re really pretty. Haru is nice. And he’s a good dancer. And—”
“Alright, Jiyeon, that’s enough.” Minho interjected, smiling at you apologetically. “We’d better let the nice lady get back to work.”
“O-oh, I didn’t even realize you were… Um, thank you again for pulling me out of the way.”
He shook his head, shrugging it off. “It’s no problem, really. Although, to address something else Jiyeon said… Haru really does show great potential as a dancer. Obviously, it’s only the first class, but he picks up on routines very well, his form is good, and his movement is great. I’m looking forward to the rest of the class with him.”
“Really?” Your eyes lit up. Minho took a mental note. “That makes me so glad to hear. He was really excited to start dance classes and I had hoped he would do well so he wouldn’t feel discouraged at all. I think if this summer workshop goes well I want to get him enrolled in some other, more long-term, classes. If that’s what he wants, of course.”
“I think that would be a great idea.”
“Ah, by the way… I wanted to ask,” you hesitated before continuing, looking away sheepishly. “Did you maybe dance with a woman named Shin Ryujin at one point?”
Minho looked surprised but then he nodded. “Yeah. We danced together for a while. Why do you ask?”
“Ryujin’s been my best friend since I was eleven,” you admitted, grinning a little.
“No shit?” Minho whispered, careful not to let either of the children hear. “Damn, how’s she doing? I didn’t really keep in touch with her after we both stopped dancing together.”
“She’s good! She said you used to dance professionally. Honestly, I’m honored that Haru can learn from you. Ryujin said you’re an incredible dancer.”
Minho shook his head again, crossing his arms as if closing himself off would chase away his embarrassment. “Ah, she’s giving me too much credit. I’m glad she’s doing well.”
“If you want, I could bring her by tomorrow when I drop Haru off for class? Maybe you two could reconnect.”
You weren’t sure why you were trying to push your best friend and your son’s dance instructor together. Ryujin was happy on her own, not interested in relationships, and you didn’t even know Minho. But maybe you actually did know why you were trying to play cupid. You were trying to force away the butterflies in your stomach, the racing of your heart.
“That would be great, actually! I’d love to talk to her again.” Minho uncrossed his arms and instead pushed them into the pockets of his sweatpants. “And I’d love to talk to you some more. J-just about… Haru and dancing and… maybe get to know you a bit?”
Oh you were so fucked.
“Yeah! Uh, yeah. I’d like that. I have to get back to work now, but I’ll see you tomorrow morning! When I drop Haru off for class. A-and I’ll bring Ryujin!”
Minho offered another kind smile as you gathered your son’s things and led him to the front door of the studio. “Yeah. See you tomorrow morning.”
So, so fucked.
two
You woke in the middle of the night, heart racing and covered in a cold sweat. Another dream. Always the same one. Always about him. You missed him. But you knew you would always miss him, at least a little bit.
You brought your knees to your chest, laying your head against them and trying to calm your heart rate. You took a deep breath, willing yourself not to cry. It had been almost four years since everything happened, you couldn’t understand why you still had nightmares about him.
You stood slowly on shaking legs, making your way quietly down the hall to your son’s bedroom to check on him. You peeked through the crack in the door, feeling your heart calm at the sight of him sleeping peacefully. You smiled a little to yourself as you watched him. You saw so much of his father in him.
With a sigh, you turned and made your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water before trying to sleep again. As you filled your cup with water, you let your mind wander to a man you had known once. A man you had called your husband once.
You could see his kind eyes when you closed your own. Could see his gentle smile when you dreamed. Could feel his arms around you when you laid in bed alone at night. Your heart panged painfully in your chest at the memory of him. You could still picture him dancing around your living room, a newborn Haru in his arms. You could still hear his laughter echoing in the halls of your apartment when you were quiet.
Would there ever be a day when you didn’t think of him? Didn’t miss him? Would you ever be able to live without seeing the ghost of him everywhere—traces of him in everything you did? You weren’t sure you wanted that, if you were being honest. You didn’t want to forget.
You checked the time on the stove. 3:26 a.m. You sighed again and finished your water, placing your empty cup in the dishwasher before going back to your bedroom to try to sleep. You stared at the ceiling in the dark, thoughts of your past lover still running through your mind.
“Mom?” The sound of your son’s voice from down the hall pulled you away from your reverie and you were quick to get up.
You opened the door to his room fully, quickly sitting on the edge of his bed beside him. “What’s wrong, baby? Why are you awake?”
“Had a nightmare,” he mumbled, sniffling sadly. “Mom, will you tell me about Dad again?”
Your heart clenched. It seemed you were both thinking of him tonight. You smiled at your son, brushing the hair off of his forehead and nodding. “Yeah. I’ll tell you about Dad.”
Haru closed his eyes, settling into his covers again as you began to tell him about the man he’d never had a chance to really meet. About the man who loved him more than words could express.
You told Haru about all the times your husband had made you laugh. You told him about your adventures together, about your wedding, about the first day you’d lived in your new apartment. You told Haru about how much his father had loved him. How much he would have wanted to be there with you both if he could be. If it was possible.
When Haru fell asleep, you kissed him on the forehead and trudged back to your room, heart heavy and mind cloudy with the thought and memory of your past lover.
Sleep didn’t come easy, and by the time you’d fallen asleep again, your alarm was going off to wake you up. You woke Haru up as well and the two of you got ready quickly so you could get him to his dance class on time. Ryujin texted you to let you know she was on her way to your apartment with coffee.
The two of you met Ryujin downstairs. She handed you the drink she’d gotten you and then reached down to ruffle Haru’s hair. “Hey bud. Excited for your second day of dance?”
“Yeah! Yesterday was so fun! And Mr. Minho says that I’m a natural!”
“Of course you are,” Ryujin gasped dramatically, smiling at your son. “I’ve been dancing for you since you were in the womb! You must have subconsciously picked up on it.”
Haru nodded and continued to talk with Ryujin while you walked. You watched them, smiling a little to yourself. It always made you happy to see the joy on Haru’s face when he talked to Ryujin.
When you walked into the studio, Minho was leaning against the front desk, talking to Soomin, the receptionist. He looked over at you, Ryujin, and Haru when the bell above the door jingled. The gentle look he gave you was enough to make you feel like you were melting into a puddle. And the grin he gave to Ryujin when he noticed her standing next to you made your legs weak. You wished he would grin at you like that.
“Ryujin!” He cheered, leaving Soomin and giving Ryujin a hug. “Oh my god, it’s been so long. How are you?”
Ryujin laughed and hugged him back. “I’m really good. Yn and I work together as architects and I teach a beginner women’s dance class on the weekends.”
“And what about you and Yeji? Are you guys still together.”
“No,” Ryujin shook her head, but the smile didn’t leave her face. “We broke up a while ago. A mutual agreement. We’re still friends though.”
You stood there awkwardly as the two old friends caught up. You thought about maybe talking to Haru and helping him change his shoes, but you had to remind yourself he was already four years old and could take care of himself in this regard. He didn’t need your help like he once did. And you couldn’t only talk to toddlers.
“Yn?”
You realized Ryujin was talking to you, both her and Minho looking at you expectantly. You felt warm and you looked down in embarrassment. “Sorry, what did you say?”
“Minho asked if you would want to get together at the park this weekend. Him and his daughter, you and Haru, and me. And then I could host dinner at my apartment for all of us.”
“O-oh.” You looked from Ryujin to Minho. His eyes were kind, as always. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to get to know him just a little bit. “Yeah, sure. That sounds nice. I’m sure Haru would enjoy spending time with someone his age anyway.”
Minho nodded, “Then it’s settled. We’ll meet on Saturday. Around 2:00 p.m.? And afterwards we’ll all go to Ryujin’s for dinner.”
“Perfect!” Ryujin agreed, clapping her hands together happily. “Well, yn and I will get out of your hair now. We’d better get to work anyway. Yn will be back in a few hours to get Haru.”
“Yeah. I’ll make sure to be punctual this time.”
Minho waved it off and laughed a little. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t have a class right after theirs anyway, so there’s no need to rush.”
“I’ll be on time anyway.”
“I’ll look forward to seeing you, then.” Minho grinned at you, the same grin he’d shown Ryujin when he saw her.
You grinned back.
—
“Do you like Minho?” Ryujin asked when you were halfway to your office from the dance studio.
“I don’t even know him.”
“Yeah, but…” She hesitated but then shrugged and continued anyway. “Do you think you could like him? Do you like what you know of him so far?”
“I guess.” You felt slightly embarrassed that she was able to see through you so easily. Then again, you’d been friends since you were eleven. There wasn’t much about you she didn’t know about, not much she couldn’t read.
She nodded in affirmation, humming a little to herself. “He’s a good guy.”
“I can tell.”
“I just mean,” she sighed, stopping on the sidewalk and making you stop with her. “If something happens… if you develop feelings for each other, you shouldn’t feel guilty. You deserve to be happy as much as anyone. Don’t sabotage a good thing for yourself.”
You looked at her, blinking slowly. You knew exactly what she was talking about. You knew. You wished you didn’t. You wished there wasn’t that voice in your head that told you to be guilty even thinking about something coming out of getting to know Minho. You wished you believed her, wished you could follow her advice.
You didn’t say any of that. You just nodded. “Yeah. You’re right.”
—
Minho would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t even a little bit interested in you. But he’d also be lying if he said he didn’t feel guilty for thinking about trying out a relationship. Not because of you, just in general. Because he was so much more than just a man. He was a father.
And more than that, he was scared. He didn’t have the best relationship track record, honestly, and he was so terrified of getting hurt again. Of Jiyeon getting hurt. He couldn’t do that to her. And he wasn’t sure he could go through another bad relationship either.
He tried to put his thoughts behind him when class started, tried to focus on the kids and on dancing and teaching. He thought he was doing a decent job of masking his thoughts and emotions, actually. Until his daughter tugged on the bottom of his shirt.
“Dad, it’s time for our water break now. We should take a pause.”
Minho blinked a couple of times and nodded in agreement. “Yeah. You’re right, thank you Jiyeon. I got distracted. Everyone, let’s take a five minute water break!”
Minho sighed as the kids scattered to drink water. He took a drink from his own bottle, trying desperately to clear his mind. He couldn’t believe he was getting so worked up over the thought of a relationship—he’d been fine the past four years, so why were these feelings being stirred up now?
Minho looked over at Jiyeon. She was giggling beside Haru who had his chest puffed out proudly since he’d made her laugh. Minho couldn’t help the smile that spread over his face at the sight. He couldn’t lie, seeing Jiyeon getting along so well with the other kids made him wish, just a little bit, that Jiyeon had a sibling.
He’d been an only child growing up, but he’d found brothers in his seven best friends so he’d never truly been alone. But Jiyeon… she didn’t really have anyone other than the friends she made in dance class who came and went often, never sticking around for very long. His heart ached a little at the thought that she might be secretly feeling lonely.
“Okay, water break is up! Let’s finish up the last of this routine before class ends!”
three
Before you knew it, it was Saturday.
Haru had been bouncing off the walls all day. He had been over the moon when you told him you’d be meeting up with Minho, Jiyeon, and Ryujin at the park that afternoon. He’d quickly gotten close to Minho’s daughter during their dance classes, and honestly, the sight of them giggling together as they put their shoes on had warmed your heart.
“Mom, I’m so excited to see Jiyeon!” He cheered to you as you helped him put his shoes on and get ready to go to the park.
You smiled gently at him, “Yeah? You guys are pretty close now, aren’t you?”
“Jiyeon is my best friend!”
You were honestly relieved he’d found friends through the dance class. That was always something that had been hard for you, especially after your husband had passed. You worried he wouldn’t find friends, worried he’d feel lonely, worried he’d resent you for being reclusive. But things seemed to be looking up now. For the first time in almost four years, things were looking up.
You wondered if it was time to start looking forward instead of backward.
When you arrived at the park, you quickly spotted Minho. He was sitting on a bench, watching as Jiyeon played on the playground. Ryujin didn’t seem to be there yet. You pointed Jiyeon out to Haru and watched as he ran to say ‘hi’ to her. You sat beside Minho on the bench.
Minho looked over at you when you sat next to him, nodding a little in greeting before turning again to look back at his daughter and your son. “Hey.”
“Hi.” Your voice sounded strained to your own ears, though you weren’t sure why. “Is Ryujin here yet?”
“No. I haven’t seen her.” Minho shook his head but didn’t look at you.
You didn’t say anything else, suddenly feeling a little awkward and self conscious around him. He kept his eyes fixed forward, so you snuck glances at him out of the corner of your eye. You never really took the time to look at him before, always so embarrassed, keeping your eyes on your shoes. But now that you did look at him, you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering.
His hair was light—sort of blond—but dark brown at the roots. He must have dyed it. His eyes were dark, though the brown glowed honey when the sun shone on them. His skin looked smooth—soft—and you made a mental note to ask him if he used a specific kind of moisturizer. Your eyes wandered over the rest of his body—broad shoulders, strong arms, big hands, muscular thighs. He wore a t-shirt and shorts due to the summer heat, but somehow he looked so stunning, so attractive.
“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late!” Ryujin’s voice pulled you away from your shameless staring. You quickly looked over your shoulder at her and smiled, grateful for her presence so she could save you from the awkward silence.
Minho stood, giving her a hug. Your stomach flipped uncomfortably. “No worries, Ryu. Yn and I only got here a few minutes ago too.”
Ryujin sat on the bench beside you and you hugged her. Though when Minho sat back down, you could feel him pressed against your side. The bench really wasn’t made for three people, so you all crowded together. You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up when his bare thigh brushed against yours.
“Yn, did you know that our company actually designed Minho’s dance studio?”
“What?” You looked at Ryujin, eyes wide in surprise. You hadn’t realized your company had been the one to design the studio Minho worked for. Fate seemed to be thrusting the two of you together more than you thought. “I didn’t know that… Wait did you say Minho’s studio—”
“Yeah! Minho owns the studio.” Ryujin grinned slyly and Minho looked away, cheeks darkening in embarrassment.
You turned to look at Minho fully. “Wow, that’s incredible!”
“A-ah I just… love to dance. I wanted there to be another place for people to dance and feel safe doing so.”
You nodded in understanding and turned to watch your son and Jiyeon play. They were swinging from the monkey bars now, laughing as they went. You listened as Ryujin and Minho caught up, talking about all they’d missed in each other’s lives over the past four or five years.
Ryujin explained how she’d become very career driven and didn’t have time to date. Minho explained he was very focused on taking care of his daughter and also wasn’t interested in dating at the moment. You chimed in, agreeing with Minho. Taking care of a child all on your own was hard work—you certainly didn’t have the time for a relationship.
“So, how is Haru doing in class?” You finally asked Minho. “Is he behaving? Making friends? Dancing well?”
Minho nodded, looking out over the playground as he spoke to you. He hadn’t made eye contact with you the entire time you’d been sitting together. “Haru is one of my best students. He’s well behaved, of course, and gets along well with the other kids. They all like him. He’s easy to be friends with. And his dancing, as I mentioned before, is fantastic for his age and for this being his first dance class. If he wants to continue on, I would recommend getting him enrolled in some more permanent, long-lasting, classes after the summer workshop ends.”
“Ah, that’s great to hear!” Ryujin sighed happily, leaning back against the bench and smiling as she watched Haru play with Jiyeon.
“He seems to really enjoy dancing. He talks about it all the time now.” You grinned, pride filling your chest. “I think the chances are high that he’ll want me to enroll him in further classes.”
“You know, it’s no wonder he’s a good dancer. He has me for his aunt!”
“You didn’t pass him any genetics, Ryu—”
She scoffed, glaring at you playfully. “That doesn’t matter. I’ve been dancing for him since he was in the womb. He picked it up from that.”
“... Like osmosis?” Minho tried to hold back his laughter as he spoke.
Ryujin nodded, matter of factly. “Yeah. Like osmosis.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works—” You stopped when she looked away, pouting. “But, sure. He got his dancing skills from you, Ryujin.”
Minho laughed finally and Ryujin glared at him. He didn’t care, he kept laughing. You adored the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed fully. You adored the way he got along well with Ryujin. You adored the way he cared for his daughter.
“Anyways,” Ryujin said loudly, cutting off Minho’s laughter. “I just remembered I don’t have any food at my house. Minho, could we do dinner at your place?”
He nodded and smiled at her reassuringly. “Yeah, it’s no problem. Yn, are you or Haru allergic to cats?”
“No, why?”
“Well,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I have three of them.”
Your eyes lit up, “Really? How precious. What are their names?”
“Sooni, Doongi, and Dori!” He looked proud when he spoke of them. “I’ve had them since before Jiyeon. They’re getting older now, but… they were my first babies.”
You nodded, smiling along with him and Ryujin as he spoke about his pets. “That explains why you’re so good with kids, then.”
He shrugged but didn’t say anything else for a long moment. After sitting in silence for a few minutes, he clapped his hands together and stood. “Jiyeon and I should probably go if we’re hosting dinner. I need to pick up some groceries.”
“No!” Ryujin stood too, crossing her arms. “Let Jiyeon stay and play. And Haru too. Take yn to help you with the groceries! I’ll stay and watch the kids!”
“Oh, Ryujin, I don’t know if—”
She pouted harder at you, “Please? You know you can trust me! And they’re having so much fun right now. Plus, you’d be a much better help with the groceries than Jiyeon. No offense, but she’s four. She can’t exactly carry as much as yn can.”
“Well, she’s not wrong about that,” Minho laughed and looked at you, his eyes tender and kind. “Do you want to come help me with the groceries?”
You looked at Haru playing with Jiyeon. Then back at a pouting Ryujin. And finally, at Minho. You stood, dusting yourself off to play off the way you shivered when Minho grinned at you. “I guess it’s alright. But promise you’ll call if anything happens, Ryu, okay?”
“Of course,” she saluted at you and sat back down. “I’ll call if anything happens.”
You looked at Minho, the butterflies rising in your stomach again. “Should we go now?”
He nodded, “Yeah. Let’s go.”
The grocery store, thankfully, wasn’t far from the park or from Minho’s place. So the two of you planned to walk to the grocery store from the park and go straight to his apartment afterward. He would start on dinner and Ryujin would come back when the kids were done playing.
While the part of you that was just a woman was thrilled for this time alone with Minho, the part of you that was a mother spoke louder and the nervousness took over. Minho kept a distance between the two of you as you walked, careful not to let your shoulders brush or invade your personal space. You appreciated the respect he had for you.
“Sorry to drag you along with me,” Minho apologized. He still wasn’t looking at you. You wished he would.
You shook your head. You didn’t mind coming with him, really. “I don’t mind, honestly.”
“Okay.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, eyes still fixed ahead. “Sure.”
“Why won’t you look at me?”
That seemed to surprise him. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “Do you want me to be honest?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“I’m trying to be good.” He looked at you, eyes dark with some unknown emotion. “It’s hard for me to behave when I look at you.”
His jaw clenched as his eyes raked over you. Your stomach fluttered again, but it was different this time. You looked away first. He started walking again and you followed behind him.
“Let’s just get the groceries and get back to my apartment.”
Neither of you said much else as you got the groceries. Minho didn’t look at you for longer than a few seconds. And you didn’t look at him. The walk back to his apartment was silent too. He texted Ryujin to tell her he was starting dinner and that she could bring the kids back whenever they were all ready.
“So, this is my place.” Minho placed the groceries on the kitchen counter, turning around to watch your reaction. He crossed his arms, leaning against the counter as you looked around.
It was a decently sized place and was decorated nicely. The styling of the house reminded you of the way the studio was styled—clean and minimalistic. There were plants on the window sills, a cat tower in the corner of the living room, and the counters were all clean. A part of you thought it looked too clean for a single man with a toddler, but you remembered Ryujin mentioned he liked to keep his space tidy.
“I’m kind of a nervous cleaner,” Minho murmured as you joined him in the kitchen. “I clean when I can’t sleep or anxiety is eating at me.”
“You’re better than I am,” you laughed, swiping a finger across the countertop and admiring the lack of dirt there.
He shrugged, biting back a smile. “Maybe. It doesn’t matter though. Being a single parent is hard, even if my apartment doesn’t show it.”
“Yeah,” you sighed, leaning against the counter opposite him. “You can say that again.”
“Mmm. I should start dinner now.” Minho hummed and opened the pantry where he had an apron hanging.
Minho put the apron on and washed his hands before gathering all of the food and ingredients he would need. You moved out of his way, sitting at the barstool behind the counter to watch him. He moved with a familiar ease in the kitchen and if you hadn’t gathered before that he was in his element there, you could certainly see it now.
“Have you always liked cooking?”
He laughed a little but didn’t look back at you. “Yeah, I guess. In college my friends always came to my place and asked me to cook because they either hated doing it or were shit at it. Eventually it just kind of… became my thing. And after Jiyeon was born, I enjoyed it even more.”
“I might have to have you teach me a thing or two someday, then.”
“I’d like that.”
You could hear the smile in his voice and it made you feel a little better. Truthfully, you were still reeling from his confession earlier. What did he mean it was hard to “behave” when he looked at you? You hardly knew each other. Your son had only been going to dance classes for a week and you’d hardly had a full conversation with him. Though, you supposed you could sort of relate in a way. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him the entire week. Maybe that’s what he meant.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and the sound of Jiyeon calling for her father, your son and Ryujin not far behind.
four
The saying goes, ‘time flies when you’re having fun.’ You could verify first hand that that was true. The next six weeks of Haru’s summer dance workshop passed quickly, and it was time for the recital where the students would show off what they’d been working on over the past seven weeks. You were more than excited to watch Haru dance. He’d been working so hard, even practicing at home in the evenings.
And you had a surprise for him. Your parents would be coming to watch his recital and taking him to spend the weekend with them. You weren’t sure what you would do with a whole weekend to yourself, but you knew it would be good for Haru to spend some time with his grandparents.
There was one other surprise that not even you knew about, however. Your late husband’s parents were also coming to the recital. You had, of course, invited them but they’d told you they were going to be out of town unfortunately. Little did you know they were coordinating with your parents to surprise both you and Haru.
When your husband had passed, you had expected to be cut off from his family. It had been quite the opposite—they supported you more than you could have hoped for. You were as much family to them as he was, they said. And of course, they wanted to be in Haru’s life as well. You didn’t see them nearly as much as you would like to these days, but you were grateful for them just the same.
You sat beside your parents in the auditorium, waiting for the recital to start. You looked over when someone sat beside you and your jaw dropped. It was your mother-in-law.
“I thought you were going to be out of town!” You hugged her and she laughed as she hugged you back.
“Yeah, we might have fudged the truth a little.” She pulled away and you hugged your father-in-law next. “We wanted to surprise you and Haru. I know your parents are taking him for the weekend, so we might spend some time with the three of them as well this weekend, if that’s alright?”
“Oh, yeah, of course! Haru would love to spend some time with you guys.”
Before anyone could say anything else, the lights in the auditorium dimmed and Minho stepped out onto the stage, a pleasant smile on his face. You relaxed a little when you saw him. Over the past seven weeks, you’d gotten a lot closer to him. You met up regularly to let your kids play together and also to get to know one another better as well.
“Good evening,” he started, leaning forward to speak into the microphone. “I’m so pleased to see all of you here tonight, supporting the hard work your children have put in to prepare for the recital. My name is Lee Minho and I am the owner and lead dance instructor here at 5-STAR Dance Studio. I’ve worked personally with many of the students who will be performing tonight and can attest first hand to their talent, dedication, and growth.
“I hope, as you watch your children dance tonight, you will see all of their countless hours of hard work, all of their determination, and all of their passion for this art. Thank you for supporting our studio, but most of all, thank you for supporting your children and helping them to accomplish everything they’ve been hoping for and dreaming of. Without further ado, let’s start the recital.”
The recital started off well. You were enjoying yourself, happy to be watching such talented young dancers while also getting to sit beside some of the people you loved most in the world. Anticipation welled up inside of you as you watched and waited for Haru’s class to perform their routine.
After several dance numbers, it was time for Haru’s class. You watched as the young students, ranging from four to seven years old, shuffled onto the stage. You could see Minho standing on the floor directly in front of the stage, ready to lead the students in their routine. When all the students were in their correct positions, the music started and the kids began to dance.
Many of them (most of them) skipped around the stage, their movements not completely memorized or accurate—it was to be expected after only a short summer course full of young first time dancers. But your eyes were glued to your son. He was on time, he knew the dance, and he was good at it. Sure, it wasn’t the most difficult choreography, but he was four and he was dancing and he was good. Pride welled in your heart as you watched Haru dance.
Your parents filmed Haru’s entire performance from beside you and when the dance was over, you clapped and cheered louder than anyone else in the auditorium. You beamed the rest of the night, even though you hardly paid any attention to the other dance numbers.
When the recital ended, you were quick to find your son, hugging him tightly and congratulating him for his achievements. “You did so good my love!”
“Mom!” He giggled, pushing you away a little so he could breathe properly without you crushing his lungs.
It was then he noticed your parents and your husband’s parents. His face lit up even more and cheered as he gave all of them tight hugs. He already knew he would be spending the weekend with your parents and his bag was already packed. Though, his other grandparents being there was a surprise to him. You watched, smiling, as he chattered cheerfully with his grandparents.
“Yn!” You looked over your shoulder at the sound of your name. Minho. He waved at you as he made his way toward you, a small smile playing on his lips.
You smiled back. “Minho! Hey! These are my parents and my in-laws. Guys, this is Minho, Haru’s dance instructor.”
Minho’s smile faltered a little at the mention of your in-laws, but if anyone noticed this, they didn’t say anything. He extended his arm for them, bowing slightly when he clasped hands with each of them.
“It’s lovely to meet all of you. Haru’s been great in class. And he’s a very talented dancer. It’s been a pleasure to teach him.”
“He’s loved your class Minho,” you chimed in, hand finding its place on his bicep. “And we decided to enroll him in a more long-term class. I’ve already filled out all the paperwork and turned it in to Soomin.”
He smiled wider at that. “Ah, really? I’m looking forward to it then! I should probably keep making my rounds. Great job tonight Haru. I’ll talk to you later, yn.”
Once he’d left, your mother-in-law turned and shared a look with your mother. Then she looked at you pointedly. “He seems like a charming young man.”
“What do you mean by that?” You narrowed your eyes at that, poking her teasingly. “He is a charming man, but I have a feeling that’s not quite all that you’re saying.”
“He just seems charming.” She shrugged, grinning at you.
“You two would be good together.” Your own mother interjected. “Is he single?”
“Mom!”
“What? I’m just asking!”
You scoffed, crossing your arms and hoping they couldn’t see how flustered you were. “He’s single but he doesn’t have time for dating. He has a daughter to take care of. And quite frankly, I don’t have the time either.”
“You don’t have time,” your mother-in-law spoke softly, reaching out and touching your shoulder, “or you feel guilty?”
“I—” You breathed in sharply, freezing in your place.
Her face softened. “Yn, you deserve to move on. He would want you to move on. There’s nothing wrong with finding new love.”
“Grandma!” Haru spoke before you could, tugging on the hem of your mother-in-law’s skirt. “Are you going to come with us for ice cream?”
She nodded. “If your other grandma says it’s okay for us to come!”
You were not included in these plans. It marked the start of his weekend with his grandparents. You didn’t mind though. You smiled at them, moving on from the words that had shaken you to your core. You crouched down in front of Haru.
“Be good this weekend, okay? I’ll see you on Monday.”
Haru hugged you and you had to resist the urge to break into tears. It was hard to part with him even for a weekend. He smiled at you and you knew you would be alright. “Okay! Bye Mom! I love you!”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
You watched as your son left with all of his grandparents, smiling fondly at the group of them. As you prepared to leave yourself, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at the person to your left and relaxed, seeing Minho standing there again.
“Sorry to startle you,” he mumbled, looking away shyly. “Um, Ryujin invited me to go out for drinks with her since my parents are watching Jiyeon this weekend. She said your parents are watching Haru and I should ask if you want to come with us.”
You tried to think of the last time you went out for drinks—the last time you did so with Ryujin at that—and couldn’t remember. Your son would be gone all weekend. Going out with friends would be better than staying alone in your bed all weekend… right? So you nodded. “Sure, I’d like that.”
Minho took his hand off your shoulder. “Did you drive here?”
“No,” you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “We took the bus.”
“You can ride with me then. I have a car.” His easy grin never faltered as he offered to drive you.
“Okay,” you smiled back, stomach filling with butterflies again as you looked at him. “Should we go then?”
He grabbed your hand and began to lead you through the crowd. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Once you were outside of the lobby of the auditorium, out in the fresh night air, you breathed deeply, closing your eyes and taking in the freedom the open space brought you. It was still a bit warm from the heat of the day, and despite being in the city, it felt easier to breathe out here than it did inside the stuffy auditorium.
Minho let go of your hand. You tried not to show your disappointment.
“Mmm, it’s easier to breathe out here,” he murmured, closing his eyes and tilting his head up for a moment.
You watched him, tilting your head back as well and looking at the stars as you breathed deep again. “Yeah. It’s nice.”
“It’s been awhile since I’ve had the chance to just… breathe like this. Kids don’t really… stop to just enjoy these moments—this stillness.”
He was right. Kids were always on the move, never stopping for more than a second. They didn’t quite appreciate the quiet of a summer night, the breeze cooling their skin. You nodded in agreement. “When I was younger, I didn’t understand why my parents lingered in doorways instead of leaving right away. I didn’t understand why they wanted quiet. But I understand now. Life moves so quickly. I wish I’d appreciated it more early on.”
Minho was quiet for a long moment, staring at the stars alongside you, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He sighed a little, content, and looked over at you. You were still looking up, eyes scanning the stars for familiar constellations. He looked away and started walking again. You followed in silence.
“So, uh, your… in-laws? I didn’t realize you’re married.”
His voice sounded strained, awkward. You realized it was because he felt a little guilty for flirting with you over the past seven weeks. You cleared your throat, willing the tears pricking the back of your eyes away. “I’m not. Not anymore, anyways. My husband… he passed away in a tragic accident a few months after Haru was born.”
“Oh.” Minho wanted to slap himself in the face. He felt terrible for bringing it up—why couldn’t he let his curiosity fade? “I am so sorry. I-I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have asked—”
You shook your head, smiling weakly at him. “It’s fine, Min. You didn’t know. It’s okay, really. It still hurts to think about him, but… it hurts a little less each day.”
Minho didn’t say anything else on the topic and you were grateful. He led you to his car and helped you in, making sure you were safe before he started to drive. “Ryujin told me to meet her at a place ten minutes from here. It’s kind of close to all three of our apartments.”
You nodded and stared out the side window as Minho drove. That didn’t last long—your eyes were pulled to Minho in the driver’s seat. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other rested on the gearshift. His eyes were fixed ahead, focused entirely on driving. You could tell he was trying not to say the wrong thing.
“I haven’t gone drinking in a long time,” you murmured, looking away from him so he didn’t catch you staring. “I might be a lightweight now.”
He laughed a little and you smiled to yourself, proud that you’d made the ever stoic minho laugh at something you said. “I’ll take care of you tonight, don’t worry. I’ll be designated driver.”
“Don’t you want to drink too?” You frowned a little at his statement, looking at him curiously.
“I don’t really care,” he shrugged, not sparing you a glance. “I don’t mind not drinking tonight. There will be other nights for me to drink with you and Ryujin, I’m sure.”
You liked that answer—liked that he seemed to be admitting he wanted to grow closer to you and spend more time with you. So you nodded, not saying anything else the rest of the drive to the bar and grill where Ryujin was waiting.
She was sitting at a table outside when Minho parked. She watched the two of you through narrowed eyes as Minho helped you out of the car, grinning slyly when she caught your eye. You scoffed and crossed your arms, hoping she couldn’t see right through you (even though you knew she could).
“Nice of you guys to finally show up,” Ryujin teased, standing and giving Minho a quick side hug before pulling you into a longer, more heartfelt one. “I was starting to wonder if maybe you stood me up to go out together.”
“Never, Ryu.” Minho chuckled lowly, sitting across the table from you and Ryujin.
Your face felt hot as you looked at the menu Ryujin placed in front of you. “I didn’t think we took that long.”
Ryujin bumped your shoulder with her own, still smiling wide. “You didn’t. I’m just teasing you.”
“Order whatever you want,” Minho said softly as he inspected his own menu. “It’s on me tonight.”
“Oh, no that’s okay! You don’t have to—”
Minho looked at you and your words died in your throat. “I want to. So order whatever you want.”
“I’m getting the most expensive thing then!” Ryujin joked, leaning back in her seat comfortably. “The most expensive beer and this expensive bulgogi.”
Nothing on the menu was very expensive, actually, as it was a small local place. That was the joke though—even the most expensive thing there was hardly anything out of Minho’s pocket. You were still a bit hesitant to accept his kindness, but he was sincere and when he looked at you the way he was looking at you right now, it was hard to say no.
So you pointed out what you wanted. Minho waved a server over to your table and ordered for the three of you. He thanked the server as they left to give the order to the cooking staff.
“How did our little Haru do tonight?” Ryujin asked, leaning her elbows on the table and resting her chin on the palms of her hands.
“He was great!” You beamed proudly as you spoke of your son. “You would have loved to watch him. I can’t believe he’s only been dancing for seven weeks.”
“He’s pretty incredible,” Minho interjected, nodding along with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Ryujin pouted dramatically, “Damn, I really wish I could’ve been there to see him. If only I didn’t have to finish that stupid work project.”
“Don’t worry, Ryu,” you patted her reassuringly on the back. “There will be other recitals for you to come to. I enrolled him in one of the long-term classes at Minho’s studio.”
Ryujin’s eyes lit up at that and Minho tried to hide his proud grin.
It wasn’t long before the server returned with your food and drinks. Minho, true to his word, only had water. When Ryujin asked him why he wasn’t drinking with you, he just shrugged and said he was going to be the designated driver. The three of you talked and laughed well into the evening, and several drinks later, you were feeling a bit delirious.
“Minho,” you slurred as he helped you to his car, “Listen to me!”
“I’m listening.”
His voice was calm, quiet. In the midst of your alcohol induced haze, you were grateful for the softness of his voice and demeanor. It relaxed you. “You are, like, the prettiest man I’ve ever met but shhhh don’t tell that to my husband.”
“I won’t.”
“It’s not like you could anyways,” you frowned slightly, but you didn’t feel sad thinking about him like you did when you were sober. “He’s not around anymore. I guess, don’t tell Ryujin either, then.”
“I won’t tell Ryujin.”
“Minho, are you taking me home now?”
“I am.”
You hummed a little to yourself, eyes drooping tiredly as he started to drive. You hadn’t been this drunk in a long time. Ryujin had thought it was funny—she hadn’t seen you like this in years. Minho was soft and quiet and concerned, but he didn’t voice that to you. He just helped.
When you arrived at your apartment, Minho helped you there as well. You kicked your shoes off and frowned when you didn’t see Haru’s shoes by the door. “Where’s Haru? Haruuuuu?”
“He’s not home right now,” Minho spoke gently, helping you to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“Why not?”
“He’s staying with your parents for the weekend, remember?”
“Oh,” you frowned deeper and took a sip from the glass of water Minho handed to you. “I guess I forgot. Must be the alcohol. Minho, I’m tired.”
“Let’s get you to bed then.”
Minho helped you to your room, catching you when you tripped over your feet and almost fell to the floor. When you got to your bedroom, he helped you to your bed, about to tuck the covers in around you when you whined and thrashed below him. “No, I can’t sleep in these clothes! You have to take my jeans off.”
“Yn,” he sighed and you missed the lust that flashed momentarily in his eyes. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Can you do it yourself? After I leave?”
“No,” you pouted.
“Please?”
You shook your head. “No. I need your help.”
He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re going to be pissed at me in the morning when you remember this.”
“No, I won’t be.”
He clenched his jaw and watched as you pouted up at him with big round eyes. He dragged his fingers through his hair and then gave in. “Okay. Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
“Oh,” you giggled a little and lifted your hips. “I like when you call me that.”
He didn’t respond as he focused on dragging the zipper of your jeans down and unbuttoning them. He took a deep breath and hooked his fingers through the belt loops before tugging them over your hips and down your legs. He glanced at your underwear for a split second, then looked away in shame. It was too late, though. The image of your lacy black underwear was seared onto his brain.
You kicked your jeans the rest of the way off and sighed in content. The happiness didn’t last long, though. You were pouting again as you sat up. “Need this off, too.”
Minho watched with wide eyes as you tugged your shirt over your head and threw it across the room. His eyes dropped to your chest and the lacy black bra you wore that matched your underwear. He wondered for a moment who you’d worn it for and why you’d worn it tonight of all nights. But then the guilt crept up his neck in hot waves again and he looked away, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“Okay, I should probably go now.”
You whined, pulling your covers around you, “Don’t want you to go.”
He looked at you again, relaxing as he saw you covered by your blankets. He sat on the edge of your bed, running his fingers through your hair gently. “I’m sorry. It’s for the best though, darling. I’ll text you in the morning to see how you’re feeling, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded sadly but yawned, heavy eyes closing and breathing relaxing just a bit.
Minho stood and left your bedroom to refill the glass of water for you. He also searched your medicine cabinet and found some medicine you could take when you woke to hopefully ease the hangover. He placed the medicine and water on your bedside table and left a note also explaining what had happened and why you were only in your underwear. He didn’t want you to be worried when you woke up.
He took one last look at your sleeping form, smiled a little to himself, and left your apartment, lost in thoughts of you as he drove to his own home for the night.
five
Your head was killing you and the sunlight peeking through your bedroom curtains was too bright. You groaned as you sat up and looked around the room, trying to clear the fog in your brain and remember what had happened and where you were and what day it was. Your eyes fell on the folded piece of paper, water, and medicine on your bedside table.
You took the medicine and drank the water before grabbing the paper and unfolding it. Minho’s neat handwriting greeted you.
Yn, You insisted on taking your clothes off to sleep last night. I helped you with your jeans but we didn’t do anything. Drink water and take the medicine and text me when you wake up. - Minho
Your stomach churned a little. Minho had seen you in your underwear. Minho had taken your pants off. You closed your eyes and tried to remember it happening. You wanted to remember.
The night flashed in your mind. Minho’s dark eyes looking you over. His fingers brushed over your bare legs as he pulled your jeans off. A sharp intake of breath as he looked away. You felt your cunt throbbing as you opened your eyes.
If you had been sober, you were sure you would have kissed him. Maybe more than kissed him.
You found your phone on the charger beside your bed. You scrambled for it, quickly opening your phone to your texts with Minho. Your finger hovered over the screen until you finally decided to just call him.
It only rang twice before he answered, voice deeper and thicker than usual. Had you woken him up? “Hello?”
“H-hey, sorry… Did I wake you up?”
You heard rustling in the background. Presumably his bed as he adjusted to a more comfortable position. “No.”
He was lying. You knew you’d woken him up. Instead of saying that though, you pulled your knees to your chest, suddenly nervous about talking to him. “Um, I read your note. Thank you for taking care of me last night. A-and sorry for being such a bother—”
“It’s no problem,” he interrupted, voice still soft and raspy. “I didn’t mind. You weren’t bothersome.”
“Still—”
“Do you want to hang out today?”
His question caught you off guard. It was the last thing you’d expected him to say when you called him. “What?”
“Do you want to hang out today?” He repeated himself and you could hear the small smile in his raspy voice. “Just the two of us. Without Ryujin. Without the kids. You and me.”
“Oh.”
“I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want to or you’re uncomfortable, I just—”
“No, I want to!” Your voice was too loud, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. Not when you could hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel yourself pulsing against your underwear at the thought of spending time alone with Minho. “I want to.”
“Okay,” he breathed.
“Um, where? And when?”
He hummed, contemplating for a moment that felt just a bit too long. “I could come to yours. You should relax today. I’m sure you’ve got a gnarly hangover.”
As if in agreement, your head pounded painfully. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to have to go out of your way.”
“I’m sure. I want to. I can be there in an hour, if that’s okay with you.”
“I-it might take me a little longer than that to get ready—”
He laughed a little and you stopped talking. “Don’t worry about that. You don’t have to get all dressed up for me to hang out at your house with you. Wear something comfortable, don’t worry about your hair or makeup. I don’t mind.”
“Okay…” You hesitated a little, your stomach flipping at how domestic this felt. “If you say so.”
“I do. So, see you in an hour?”
“Yeah,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “See you in an hour.”
When you hung up, you sat there, staring blankly into space for a moment before the reality of what was happening hit you and you scrambled out of bed. You looked at yourself in your bathroom mirror and cringed a little—your hair was a mess from sleeping on it, you still needed to wash your makeup off from the night before, and you could taste how awful your breath was.
You showered, washed your face, brushed your hair, brushed your teeth, and changed into comfortable clothes to prepare for Minho’s arrival. He had said you didn’t have to get ready, so this should be fine right? You half hoped he’d be wearing comfortable clothes too so that you’d feel a little better about your own choice of outfit.
You cleaned your room up, tidied up the living room and the kitchen, and sat down on the couch just in time for him to knock on the door of your apartment. You took a deep breath and stood again, making your way to the front door to let him in.
When you opened the door and saw him standing there, you had to remind yourself to breathe. It was unfair how good he looked barefaced, in just sweatpants and a t-shirt. His hair looked soft—fluffy—as it hung down in his eyes. He grinned at you—a smile you’d recently found he only showed you when you were alone or no one was looking. In one hand he held a grocery bag.
“Hey,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to your outfit and back to your face.
You stepped out of the doorway to let him into your apartment. “Hi.”
“I’m glad you listened to me,” his voice was still soft, lower than you thought you’d ever heard it. “It’s nice to see you like this. Comfortable. Not putting up a front with me.”
“Well, you make it easy.” You couldn’t believe you were freely admitting to him how comfortable you felt around him, even after only knowing him for seven weeks. Usually you wouldn’t open up so much to someone you hadn’t known for very long, but Minho was different. His experiences were similar to yours, his hurts were similar to yours, and his (mostly) calm demeanor was exactly what you needed.
He hummed a little in response, trying (and failing) to hide his smile from you. He made his way to your kitchen and set the grocery bag on the counter. When he opened the bag, you saw it was filled with snacks—many of which were your favorites. “Good. You make it pretty easy to let my walls down too.”
Your heart swelled at his words and you watched as he started pulling the snacks out of the grocery bag. You couldn’t help but smile as he organized everything on your counter. He looked proud of himself as he finished organizing the snacks and he looked back at you. He leaned against your countertop and smirked at you, waiting for you to say something else.
“So, uh, what do you want to do?” You finally found your voice. You felt nervous with him looking at you so intensely, but you tried to hide that as best you could.
“Well,” he pushed away from the counter, smirk still plastered across his face. “We could watch a movie. Or I could make you something to eat. Or we could just sit and talk. Or we could do all of that. We do have all day.”
Minho’s implication that he would be spending the entire day with you at your apartment made your stomach flip and you felt like you stopped breathing. You hoped he couldn’t see how clearly he affected you. You knew he probably could.
“We could start with something to eat and go from there,” you mumbled, feeling the heat starting to creep up the back of your neck. “I am kind of hungry.”
He nodded and brushed past you, making his way further into your kitchen. You helped him find ingredients he needed to make you the meal he wanted to make you and then you watched as he prepared everything to be cooked.
“How did you sleep?” Minho asked as he chopped vegetables.
“Mmm, okay. To be honest, I slept through the night for the first time in awhile. Could’ve done without the hangover when I woke up, though.”
Minho laughed a little at your admission and bobbed his head in agreement. “Yeah I bet. Did you take the medicine I left you?”
“Yeah, I did. Thanks for that by the way.”
He hummed in acknowledgement and continued cutting the vegetables. You watched the way he moved with ease, reminded again of how in his element he was when he cooked. You admired his hands as he worked as well as the way his forearms moved and flexed. He was so beautiful and he didn’t even know it. Or maybe he did. Maybe he was teasing you on purpose.
“I want to tell you about my ex,” he finally said softly.
Your eyes widened in surprise. That wasn’t something you had expected. You wouldn’t have forced it out of him. You didn’t need him to tell you about her. But the fact that he was willing to and he wanted to made you feel fuzzy inside. “Y-you don’t have to.”
“I know,” he nodded, looking over at you with a gentle smile. “But I want to. I think it’s time I talk about it with someone.”
“Okay.”
Minho sighed as he finished cutting the vegetables and put them off to the side, setting a pot of water on the stove so it could start to heat up and boil. “I thought she was the love of my life. I was going to marry her someday, when I had the money for a ring. But it was hard to save much for it since we were taking care of a newborn baby. Jiyeon wasn’t planned, but when we found out, we both decided to keep her.
“I thought everything was fine. She never mentioned feeling overwhelmed by taking care of Jiyeon, never mentioned she wasn’t happy with me. So I thought it was all fine. But then I noticed that things were off. She would hide her phone when she was texting around me, she wasn’t as excited to interact with Jiyeon, she slept on the very edge of the bed at night. I wondered if maybe it was just postpartum depression. Or maybe she was having a hard time taking care of Jiyeon all day without as much help from me since I was at work.
“I came home one night and I could hear Jiyeon crying. I thought maybe she had just started crying and my girlfriend would be in the nursery taking care of her. But when I went to check on them, it was just Jiyeon. Then I thought, maybe she was just asleep and hadn’t woken up because of over-exhaustion. So I calmed Jiyeon down and brought her with me to the bedroom to greet my girlfriend.”
Minho paused and added vegetables, meat and other ingredients to the pot of, now boiling, water. He swallowed thickly, eyes averted as he struggled to form his next words. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and squeezed, urging him to continue when he was ready. So he took another shaky breath and kept telling his story.
“When I opened the door, I felt my heart drop into my stomach. She was there, yeah, but she was with someone. They were so shameless. They didn’t notice my daughter crying, so they certainly didn’t notice when I opened the door and walked in on them. I’m sure you can imagine what was happening. He was… well that part doesn’t matter. I asked him to leave. I wanted to yell so badly, but I had to be quiet since I’d just gotten Jiyeon to calm down.
“The guy left and I put Jiyeon back in the nursery before going back to confront my girlfriend. At first she tried to ignore everything but I eventually got her to admit she hated her life. She hated her life with me. She hated that she had to give up everything she loved to do because of Jiyeon. She hated that she had no social life. She hated that she didn’t get to have sex anymore. She just hated everything.
“I told her she needed to leave too. I couldn’t stand the thought of her sticking around and making our daughter feel like shit just for being born. She didn’t even argue. She packed her things and left that night. I haven’t heard from her since. But I think she’s married and living in the States now.
“You know, sometimes… I wonder if I made a mistake. I thought it would be better if she wasn’t around to make Jiyeon feel terrible about herself but… is it worse for Jiyeon to grow up without a mom at all? I don’t know what I’m doing half the time and I’m so terrified of fucking everything up. I love her so much. She’s my entire life. And I’m so scared I’m going to do a terrible job and she’ll grow up to hate me. I’m the one who kicked her mom out. When she finds out about that… will she hate me?”
You were quiet for a long moment, not wanting to interrupt him, not wanting to disturb the moment. You watched as Minho finished the meal he’d been working on. He served you the food and got some for himself and sat down beside you at the counter.
“Minho,” you whispered, looking at him intently. He looked over at you at the sound of his name. “She could never hate you. You’ve done so much for her. Anyone can see how much she loves you. That won’t change. And when the time comes where you have to explain this to her, she’ll understand. And you know what? Fuck your ex. She’s a bitch. You didn’t deserve any of that. Jiyeon didn’t deserve that.”
“Thanks, yn.” Minho smiled weakly at you. “I get so in my head sometimes—so worried. Thank you for grounding me.”
“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this.”
He nodded and chuckled halfheartedly. “I don’t know what it is about you but you just make me feel so… comfortable? You’re very trustworthy. It’s easy for me to talk to you.”
“I feel that way about you too.” You and Minho ate in silence for a bit longer before you spoke again. “You know, there’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.”
“And what’s that?”
You took a deep breath and turned to face him. “I want to learn how to dance. I… want you to teach me.”
“You want… me to teach you how to dance?” He looked at you with wide, curious eyes, excitement hidden in their depths. He set his utensils down and looked at you, trying to keep his face neutral. “When?”
“W-wait, you would do it?”
“Sure,” he shrugged, unable to hide his grin anymore.
“Oh. I didn’t expect you to agree so quickly,” you laughed a little, smoothing your fingers over your lap nervously. “Well, when are you free?”
He opened the calendar on his phone and scrolled through it, searching for any availability. “Mmm, I’m free after the studio closes on Wednesday. Does that work for you? It would be more of a one on one, private lesson, but that’s all I can manage without getting you signed up for a class.”
“Yeah, Wednesday would work for me. I’m sure Ryujin wouldn’t mind watching Haru for a little bit.” You knew Wednesday would work. Ryujin was free that evening. You knew that because she’d already planned to come over for dinner with the two of you.
“Okay,” Minho grinned at you. “Wednesday then. Just meet me there around 8:00, and we’ll get started.”
“Okay.” You smiled back and you hoped he couldn’t see just how excited you were.
“Now, how about that movie?”
six
After your day spent with Minho, you almost couldn’t wait until Wednesday. Haru had a week off dance since the class you’d signed him up for didn’t start right away. You had to take him to the daycare at your office, which he didn’t enjoy as much but put up with nonetheless. You didn’t realize how much you enjoyed seeing Minho almost every morning until you didn’t see him at all until Wednesday.
When you told Ryujin about your dance lesson planned with Minho on Wednesday, she was over the moon. She asked you to tell her what happened when you hung out alone probably fifty times and then made you promise you’d spill all the details of your lesson once you returned from it. She even agreed to watch Haru while you were gone since she had been planning to come over anyway.
With your plans set in motion, all that was left to do was wait for Wednesday. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday were the longest days of your life. When Wednesday finally rolled around, you were antsy and couldn’t wait to be finished with work. You weren’t sure why you were so excited about spending more time with Minho. You felt ridiculous—like a teenage girl again.
But then, it was time. You were dressed in a new workout set Ryujin had bought you and you had your water bottle and everything else you’d need. You took a deep breath as you looked at the sign about the studio door. You went inside.
“Hi,” Minho grinned at you as you stepped into the studio after hours. No one else was around, you noticed. Even Soomin had gone home for the night. He locked the front door of the studio behind you and ducked his head sheepishly. “I-I’m not trying to be a creep and lock you in here, I’ve just had people try to come in after hours for various reasons and I don’t want us to be interrupted.”
You tried not to read too much into what he had said. Obviously, he just meant that he didn’t want your dance lesson to be cut short since he had a lot to teach you. At least, that’s what you told yourself.
You smiled back at him, reassuringly. “It’s okay, I get it. And I trust you.”
His chest swelled with pride at the simple statement. You trusted him. It wasn’t really a special sentence by any means, but it still made his mind fuzzy and made his heart leap in his chest. He nodded and led you into the smallest room in the dance studio he and the other instructors used for one on one lessons.
“So what do we do first?” You asked, standing awkwardly in the middle of the floor and watching as Minho walked over to the speaker system set up in the corner, attaching his phone and putting music on.
“First, we stretch.” Minho turned back to you, slowly sinking to the floor and starting to stretch. “You can’t dance without stretching, otherwise you could hurt yourself.”
You followed suit, sitting on the ground across from him. “R-right. That makes sense.”
Minho led you through a few stretches from the front of the room, still hesitant to get too close to you. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable in any way. Even if he had trouble admitting it to himself, he did like you and your comfort was the most important thing to him, especially right now.
After the two of you finished stretching, Minho changed the music. It was sweet and soft and Minho’s gentle smile put you at ease. “We’ll start with something easier, yeah?”
He showed you simple steps—a ball change here, a little spin there. He never got too close to you, adjusting your movements from a reasonable distance. You were grateful that he didn’t push your boundaries, no matter how much you kind of wished he would.
“I think I’m starting to get the hang of it,” you laughed, copying Minho’s movements. You hadn’t had this much fun in awhile, to be honest.
“Why don’t we step it up a bit, then? Do you want to try something else?”
You nodded, your smile never falling from your lips. Minho scrolled through his playlist until he found a song he liked. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard the song before, but it started off slow and sensual and made you shiver with some unknown desire. Minho turned to look at you, expression unreadable.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” you agreed, breathless, hands at your sides awkwardly. “Though, I’ll admit, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be good at dancing to something like this.”
“I’ll teach you.”
His voice was low—soft, but darker than usual. And his eyes. They bore into you and caused goosebumps to rise along your arms, sent a shiver down your spine. He stepped a little closer to you, but still kept his distance as he demonstrated the moves he wanted you to try. You were mesmerized, albeit a bit nervous. You weren’t sure you could recreate his movements to be as beautiful as they were when he did them.
“So,” you took a breath, trying the movement, “like this?”
Minho watched silently and then shook his head a little. “You have to roll through it a little bit more. You’re stopping before you finish the entire movement because you’re trying to rush into the next one. Take some time to really make the body roll more languid. Like this.”
He demonstrated again and you willed yourself to pay attention. You forced yourself not to become too distracted by thoughts of how else he might be able to use his hips or the way his lip looked tucked between his teeth when he concentrated. Forced yourself to look at him only analytically, ignoring the voice in your head that repeatedly screamed about how attractive he was.
You tried the movement again but he shook his head and you sighed. “Still wrong?”
“You’re overthinking it a little,” he murmured. His voice was gentle but not condescending. He stood behind you, looking you in the eye through the mirror in front of you. “Do you mind if I…?”
You shook your head. “N-no. You can… Yeah. Show me properly…”
Minho nodded and gently grabbed your hips. He adjusted your stance, moving one hand to the small of your back and pushing lightly.
“You’re really stiff. For this movement to work, you need to loosen up a little. Just feel the music.”
You tried to loosen your body, but it was so hard when he was so close to you—when his hands were on your waist and you could feel his breath against the shell of your ear. You could feel his body pressed against yours and you hoped he couldn’t tell you were finding it hard to breathe with him right up on you.
“Roll your hips like…” Minho held your hips as he rolled along to the music helping you follow along. You could feel his dick through his pants and you bit your lip as you watched the two of you in the mirror. Minho exhaled, voice breathy as he spoke again. “Yeah, like that.”
Minho didn’t move away from you and you didn’t move away either. Your eyes held his through the mirror and his hands squeezed your hips. He rolled his hips slightly, rutting his hardening dick into you from behind. You shivered and pressed your own hips back further into him.
“Fuck, yn, I—”
He was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. It was like your mind cleared instantly in that moment. You jumped away from him, hurrying over to your bag in the corner and answering your phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, yn, I hate to cut your thing with Minho short but, Haru isn’t feeling well and he wants to talk to you—”
“Mom,” Haru’s voice overlapped Ryujin’s and the sadness in it filled you with regret and broke your heart. “Are you coming home soon?”
“Yeah, baby. I-I’m coming now, okay?” You stood, gathering your things and leaving the room so you could put on your regular shoes.
After reassuring Haru that you’d be home in only a few minutes, you hung up and turned to Minho. He leaned against the wall, watching as you hurriedly changed your shoes and got ready to leave. You tried to ignore the way your chest squeezed at the hurt look on his face.
“Leaving?”
“Y-yeah, Haru needs me—”
“Look, yn, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“Thanks for the dance lesson. I’ll see you later.”
Minho watched as you left. There weren’t many things that Minho regretted in his life. But now there were two.
seven
Everyday you took Haru to dance class consisted of finding new ways to avoid Minho. You didn’t think you’d be able to look him in the eye if you saw him. The embarrassment was eating you alive just thinking about it. After you’d run out on him a couple weeks ago, he’d sent you a few text messages and called twice before finally stopping to give you space. He figured you’d come around eventually. It was starting to look like he was wrong.
He was also embarrassed. He couldn’t believe he’d let lust take him over like that. It’d just been so long since he’d been touched—since he’d touched someone. He was, after all, a human. Giving into his desires was his worst mistake. He should’ve been more respectful. Now you couldn’t even look at him.
If he could go back in time, he’d keep his distance. Keep his hands off your hips. He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair as students filed in. Another day of you ushering Haru in and leaving before he could even say hello. At least, that’s what he thought.
His eyes widened in surprise when he saw you make your way through the door, take a deep breath, and walk right toward him. You crossed your arm and he frowned a little, taking note of the physical barrier you were putting up between the two of you. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he breathed.
“So,” you started, taking another deep breath and looking up at him. “Haru said he would like to invite Jiyeon over for a sleepover. Obviously, I said I would check with you before I promised him anything.”
Minho’s frown deepened as he thought about it. “Oh, well… I’ve never really left Jiyeon with anyone overnight except for my parents.”
“Yeah. I thought you might say that.” You nodded and uncrossed your arms, sighing a little as you looked at him. “Haru really wants this. And I think Jiyeon would have a lot of fun too. So… if you would feel more comfortable, you’re welcome to stay over too. I-I don’t have a guest room or anything, but you can sleep in my bedroom and I’ll sleep on the couch or something.”
Minho didn’t really have a reason to say no anymore. He thought it over a little longer and determined it would probably be good for Jiyeon to have the time with her friend. And you were offering to host him anyway. What could really go wrong? “Okay. When did you want to do it?”
—
You had been cleaning the same spot on the counter for almost ten minutes now and even your son was starting to notice. “Mom, why are you just cleaning that spot?”
“Oh,” you blinked and looked at the counter. There wasn’t a spot in sight. It was squeaky clean. You sighed and put the rag away, offering a tired smile to your son. “I’m just a little distracted.”
“Because Mr. Minho is coming over?”
You hated how he could see right through you. Hated that even at four years old he knew you better than anyone. You hated that it was hard to hide things from him sometimes. There were things he didn’t need to carry.
“Mmm, maybe a little. I just want our house to look nice and clean for our guests.”
“Yeah, because you like Mr. Minho.”
You chucked quietly and shook your head. “No. I-I don’t.”
You cursed the waver in your voice. You were spared your son’s teasing when the doorbell rang. You put the rag away and wiped your hands on your pants nervously. With one final deep breath, you opened the door and smiled at Minho and Jiyeon. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Minho smiled warmly at you and ushered his daughter inside. She kicked her shoes off and dropped her overnight bag on the floor by the door before running off with Haru to play in his bedroom. “You have a lovely apartment.”
You looked away, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up your spine. “Ah, it’s nothing. Thank you.”
He nodded and stepped inside as well. He took his shoes off carefully, grabbed Jiyeon’s bag and moved it somewhere out of the way, and then set his own things down. He watched as you smoothed your shirt. It didn’t need to be smoothed. He could tell you were nervous.
“Um, are you… are you guys hungry?” You asked softly, turning to walk towards the kitchen. “Haru and I ate, but I can make something else if you guys would like.”
Minho shook his head, gentle smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. “We ate before we came so we’ll be fine.”
“Okay.”
You and Minho stayed silent for a long moment, listening to the faint sound of your children playing together in the other room. You wanted to say something—the silence was too loud—but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything meaningful. Minho watched you carefully, gauging your comfort around him before he said anything.
“Yn.” His voice was soft, so you looked at him, feeling more relaxed at the gentleness in his eyes. “I wanted to say sorry about a couple weeks ago. I-I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”
“Are you sure? Because you’ve been ignoring me for, like, two weeks now—”
“I’m just scared.” You looked away again, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously. How much were you willing to admit to him? “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want. But I… I have to think about Haru. I’m sorry for ignoring you, I just… I’m not strong enough to resist.”
He nodded and stood, making his way toward you. He stood next to you, leaning his shoulder into yours. It was a small action but it was comforting. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I would never force you.”
“I really appreciate that.”
The rest of the night, you and Minho got comfortable with each other again. It wasn’t hard. Minho was such an easy person for you to open up to and relax around. You watched a drama while your kids played, pausing it whenever they’d come out to show you something they’d made.
Bedtime went smoothly too, and as you both got your children ready for bed, you couldn’t help the thought that this was what it would be like if your family was complete. Briefly, you wanted that completeness with Minho. You pushed the thought away. You couldn’t be thinking things like that.
“Goodnight kids,” you said softly as you turned off Haru’s bedroom light and turned to leave the room.
When you turned, you saw Minho leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, watching you, a gentle smile on his face. You liked him there. In your apartment. Watching over you and your son and his daughter. Everything felt right. It felt natural to have him there, to have his daughter there. You felt like a family.
You left your son’s bedroom. “So, you can sleep in my room and I’ll—”
“No,” he shook his head, “I already set up the living room for myself. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. You should sleep in your own bed.”
“A-are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay…” You watched as he started toward the living room to settle down for the night. “Goodnight, Minho.”
“Goodnight, yn.”
—
You didn’t know where you were. Everything was dark, but you could hear someone talking somewhere you couldn’t see. There was a pinprick of light far in the distance—two of them, actually. They reminded you faintly of headlights. They seemed to be getting closer to you. You felt rooted in place, heavy, unmoving.
They were headlights. It was a car. It raced towards you—the lights grew. There was a long, loud honking, like someone was just continuously pushing down on the horn. Your head hurt, something akin to anxiety grew in your chest. The car was closer now, the horn was louder, the lights hurt your eyes.
You wanted to move—to get out of the way—but you were stuck. You thought the car would hit you, but it swerved at the last moment and as it passed you, you caught a glimpse of the man behind the steering wheel. When your eyes met his, you felt sick to your stomach.
It was him.
You could feel yourself screaming but no sound was coming out. You screamed your husband’s name but you couldn’t hear it. Your feet still felt like they were stuck in quicksand. You wanted to run to him, to save him, but you couldn’t move.
“Yn?”
The voice of an angel. You couldn’t see him. His voice calmed you down, though, you tried to stop screaming, tried to find the angel who was saying your name.
“Yn!”
You sat up, gasping. You brought a hand to your face and realized your cheeks were wet. You were shaking and that’s when you realized you weren’t alone.
“Minho?”
“You started screaming,” he said softly, one hand on your shoulder and the other rubbing soothing circles on your back. “The kids are still asleep but I woke up. You were dreaming. But you’re home. You’re safe.”
You were home. You were safe. And you were with the angel. Minho.
“I’m sorry.” You felt small under his gaze. You knew he wasn’t judging you, wasn’t upset with you, but you couldn’t help but feel terrible for worrying him and waking him up.
He brushed your hair out of your face with the hand previously on your shoulder. His eyes were tender. Your heart clenched painfully. “Don’t be sorry. You can’t help that you had a bad dream.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“How are you feeling now?”
“Honestly…” You sighed, and leaned into his touch a little, subconsciously. “I’m still shaken. I don’t think I can sleep again.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice was still soft and you scooted closer to him on your bed. Something about him made you feel comfortable—at ease.
You shrugged and sniffled a little, wiping the remnants of your tears from your cheeks. “What can I say, it was about my ex-husband.”
“You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not willing. But if you need to get it off your chest, you know I’ll listen.”
“I think maybe I should talk about it, I just… don’t know where to start.”
He continued to rub your back, pulling you close to him. “Start at the beginning.”
“We were high school sweethearts.” You smiled a little at the memory, leaning your head against his shoulder. “We dated all throughout high school and I knew I wanted to marry him. He proposed to me a couple weeks after we graduated and we got married not long after. Even though we were married young, I still wanted to get my education so I could get a good job and help provide for my family.
“We were both almost finished with college when I found out was pregnant. We were both over the moon. I graduated with my degree and he did too and then Haru was born not long after. Both of our families were thrilled also. And you know, he was the best father. He loved Haru so much and he was so good with him.”
You paused for a moment, swallowing thickly and willing the tears away. “It happened unexpectedly. Haru was only a few months old. My husband stayed late at work one night and on his way home, he was hit by a drunk driver. Neither of them made it out alive. So I’ve just been… raising Haru on my own.”
Minho was quiet. He didn’t want to interrupt you. He didn’t want to invalidate the pain you were feeling. You looked up at him and the tears fell from your eyes again. He wasn’t pitying you, like you had thought he would. Everyone always pitied you when they found out. But Minho… he just looked sad.
“I am so sorry you had to go through that. But you know what? You are so strong. It was a horrible situation to be thrust into, especially so young. But you’ve proven how brave you are. You’re such a good mom. It’s hard to do it alone, I know. But you’re doing so well. And you’ve come so far.”
You cried harder. How did he know the perfect thing to say? How was he so perfect? You felt like meeting him was a dream and you were going to wake up from it all too soon. “I’m so worried I’m going to mess it all up. What if he doesn’t grow up happy?”
“He’ll be happy. He already is. He loves you so much.”
You laughed a little to yourself and wiped your tears again. “God, what are the odds I’d meet you? How do you always know what to say?”
“I’m just telling the truth,” he shrugged a little, but you caught the smile that gleamed on his face despite his nonchalant attitude.
You sighed a little and closed your eyes. “I think I’m getting tired again.”
“Okay.” His voice was soft and he ran his fingers through your hair soothingly. “Do you want me to go?”
“No. Stay?” You looked up at him, pouting a little to convince him to stay. You didn’t know it, but he didn’t need any convincing. All you had to do was ask him to stay and he would do it in a heartbeat.
“Okay.”
You laid down, pulling him with you. He laid with his arms wrapped around you carefully. You closed your eyes and relaxed in his arms. “Thank you, Minho.”
“Of course.”
Minho listened for your breathing to even out, still stroking his fingers through your hair to soothe you. When your breathing was soft and even and you were completely still against him, he spoke softly.
“I think I’m really lucky to know you. I didn’t think it was possible for me to love anyone romantically again after my ex. I just… I was prepared to spend the rest of my life alone, taking care of Jiyeon. I would’ve been fine with it. Until you. Now I want more than anything to have you. To have a family with you. You’re a great mother, you know that? Haru is lucky to have you. I hope someday I can tell you this when you’re awake. For now, I’m not brave enough. There’s so much I’m afraid of. But I think I’d be willing to step into that fear if it meant you were waiting for me.” You didn’t tell him, but you were still awake. You smiled a little to yourself, your own thoughts of being brave enough to confess lulling you to sleep. Wait for me. Soon enough, I’ll be brave too.
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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)
SKZ Lee Know hard thoughts…
Lee Know being mean to you because he is in love with you but will probably die before accepting it— or maybe he will change his mind.
pairings: lee know x f.reader
genre: suggestive | smutty thoughts so +18 minors DNI
a/n: mean!minho is just jajdjewjehwkwjejej help
this is pure ✨fiction✨
enjoy!(;
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warnings: lee know is mean, degradation, suggestive, talks of sex, orgasms, edging, cursing
mean!minho who gets the last slice of pizza when you were about to reach for it (he needs to have your attention on him)
mean!minho who greets everyone at the party but doesn’t acknowledge you (if he comes closer to you he might kiss you, better stay away)
mean!minho who rolls his eyes whenever someone says he is being mean because he is in love (in love doesn’t begin to describe it)
mean!minho who says you are the worst dancer in the whole wide world (because you danced with everyone except him)
mean!minho who explicitly says he hates when he cooks and you keep messing with the food (just because he wants to feed you himself)
NSFW
mean!minho who loves mocking you when you talk. you get really frustrated. (he can only imagine how frustrated you’ll get when he edges you)
mean!minho who spills his drink on you on purpose.(so he can tell you what a little dumb girl you are—making his cock hard in his pants)
mean!minho who kisses you after a few drinks and can’t hide the fact that he is whipped by you. so you kiss him back. (he bites your lips, his kisses go down to your jawline and neck… he can’t wait to be inside you)
mean!minho who loves to see your body tremble, close, very close to your climax —but he stops fucking you “little dumb cockslut doesn’t get to cum until I say so”
mean!minho who knows what makes you tick so he makes you look where you two join at your entrance while fucking you painfully, but deliciously slow “see that? only I can fuck y-you this g-good… you are such a whore for this cock, aren’t you?”
mean!minho who would literally fall apart if he loses you. he cums right after you and kisses you softly. a smile on his lips, as he is now not that mean— only in bed where his words make your cunt really wet.




LEE KNOW / SKZ TALKER EP. 62
Awhhhh

Leeknow sent a pic on bubble 🫧
“Should I show you something cute
They're hugging my legs”
(Soonie & Dori)
Hyunjin- Chan?
Bangchan- what?
Hyunjin- you don't have a favourite child do you?
Bangchan- Of course not.
Hyunjin- well. Jeongin, han, minho and felix set the house on fire..
Bangchan- Oh..is i.n okay?????!!!
Hyunjin- you've just exposed yourself.
Bangchan- guess i did....well..still, is Jeongin okay?!?!?!?!
Felix- channie hyung! Han's underwater.
Bangchan- okay?
Felix- i don't think he's breathing..
Bangchan- what?
Seungmin- he's trying to say hans drowning
Bangchan- oh, okay. WAIT WHAT?

What those hands be doing
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|PAIRING: Boxer!LeeKnow x Female!Reader
SUMMARY: You woke up on the middle of the night, hearing your roommate that is a boxer punching his punching bag at 3am, which is kind of his habit now. Of course you got frustrated and couldn't sleep, so decided to confront him about it.
WARNINGS: Swearing.. idk
a/n: first time writing something..😭
pt. 2
PUNCH!
She woke up from a noise that she heard outside of her room. "What was that...?" She thought. She decided to get back to sleep, ignoring the sudden noise she heard.
PUNCH!
She woke up again. She started to feel frustrated from these noises, she sat up and took her phone from her side table, checking what time it is. 3AM. "Is he punching that damn thing again?" She sighs irritatedly and gets out of bed to check the situation. "When will that bastard stop doing this shit?" She grabs her phone with her as she leaves her room.
She sees Minho beating the absolute shit out of the punching bag.. "Maybe he's had a rough night? Or he's doing this on purpose?" She leaned her body in his doorway, watching him do terrifying strikes and punches. She knows he is a good boxer, so sometimes she's frightended whenever he's around.
Minho stopped punching the bag, and turned his head on her direction, spotting her at his doorway. "The hell do you want?" He said, very irritated. He looked exhausted and was very sweaty and clearly out of breathe.
"It's 3 in the morning, Can't you give me a good night's sleep for once? You've been doing this nonstop." She said with a hint of concern in her voice.
Minho looked at her with an irritated looked and rolled his eyes. "It's none of your fucking business what i do at night. Go back to bed!" He said, clearly he was tired and frustrated. But his mood completely changed when he saw her outfit. She was wearing a slightly loose tank top that might fall off of her right now, and very short shorts.
As Minho looked at her up and down, observing your body and outfit, he bit his lip. He tried his best to look away from her, but it's too difficult. "Go back to bed." He said. His tone of voice got more quiet and deep. Deep down he wanted her to stay here in his room.
She looked at him with a kinda confused and frustrated look on her face. "Well how can i sleep? You're making loud noises!"
Minho chuckled and gave her a smug look. "Well too bad. You're just gonna have to deal with it." He said being a bit teasing, he continued to look at her body, it was really hard not to notice your beautiful curves and thighs.
She grunts in irritation, wanting to slap the shit out of him. "Oh come on! I'm not going to spend my whole life sleeping like this?!" She gently stomped her right feet to the ground as she crossed her arms in her chest.
Minho lets out a small tired sigh. "What do you want me to do then? I can't just...not hit the bag."
"Well i don't know?!? Go to sleep or something?!?"
Minho lets out another sigh, he was still panting and sweating. "Tsk... Don't you think i haven't tried? I can't sleep."
Her expression suddenly changed into annoyed to concerned. She opens her mouth, attempting to say something, but she comes out with an idea. "I'll give you something that can make you sleep." She leaves and goes to her room, looking for the specific thing that can make him sleep. After for searching for a long time that feels like eternity (She looked around for 2 minutes.) She finally found it.
She came back to his room,both of her hands behind her back. "I suppose this might help you sleep." She takes out a plush that breathes and throws it to you.
Minho caught the plush and looked at it in his hands. "The hell is this?"
"A breathing plush, it makes me sleep when i feel lonely."
He looks at the plush in his hand, then back at her. "So you want me to try and sleep with this...? it's just a toy how is it gonna help?.."
She gave him a warm smile "Trust me."
To be continued...