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The biggest loser trap in a hot body

LEE KNOW ON LEE MUJIN SERVICE NEXT WEEK !!

A/N: Because i really didn't know which member you wanted, i will use Lee Know for this, i haven't made story's about him in a while. Feel free to comment if you had another member in mind or members! But here is it! I hope you like it 💗

The perfect family with the perfect children. Your parents had a lot of money, okay. Your parents had a lot of stuff, what difference does that make? The only thing you didn't get was love. Money couldn't compensate with love. Even when you were little, your parents didn't pay you any attention. You were babysat while they did something else. You didn't really know where they were going.

They weren't brutal or gruesome behind the scenes, they just didn't care about you, ignoring your words, ignoring your problems. Then they wonder why you didn't like them. What a child endures in his youth has consequences for the future. Even though they didn't understand that.

FLASHBACK

'Don't forget, smile, nod and serve.'

your mother said sternly. You were neatly dressed, you had a beautiful dark blue dress with neat black shoes. You could say the perfect daughter. Your parents' faces were cold. They prepared everything so that they could receive their friends in the large living room. A bell sounded, they had arrived. Your mother walked to the door with a stern step, once she opened it she became a different person. It was as if her soul was being swapped. You stood behind her, peering, there was some distance between you.

'Welcome! Give your things to Y/N.”

“Ahh, hello girl. You've already grown up.'

"Yes, she's my big girl." your mother laughed with a fake smile.

She hugged you quickly, even though you felt no warmth, no love. Your parents pampered you all the time. It felt bad that they only did it because there were guests, but at the moment you enjoyed it. When the guests wanted to leave, you mentally prepared yourself again. Once the door was closed, your parents went into the living room and just sat there.

"Mommy, daddy, do you love me?"

"What kind of question is that, you are our daughter."

'Is that all?'

'Is there more?'

'No.' you said quietly.

You went up the stairs to your bedroom. Your bedroom was nice and big, with lots of toys and lots of stuff. Despite the luxury, you missed something. Your friends always told stories about their parents reading them stories or watching a movie together. Cozy and cozy in the armchair with a big fluffy blanket... you cried in your room that day, when you realised, you never received parental love...

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The real problem started when you were eighteen. You met a cool guy at your university. His name was Lee Know. You quickly became friends. Your relationship grew and at one point he wanted to be roommates. Of course your parents didn't care. Even though they were very 'emotional' about the move (the move was public). After a year you started dating. Now you're 21, you've been with him for two years. Suddenly he asked for something that you couldn't give him.

“Y/N, I never actually met your parents?”

'Really?' you lied.

'Yes, I would like to meet them sometime. The people who created you are probably just as sweet as you are.'

'Yes, they certainly are.' you forced a smile onto your face.

"I'll take care of it." you lied.

You had told him they were busy at the moment. You tried for two weeks to focus his thoughts elsewhere, and it still worked. He forgot after a while, but then he asked again and again, again and again. Eventually he started to think that you didn't want to introduce him to his parents, technically that was true, but not in the way he thought.

“Y/N, why won't you introduce me to your parents?”

you froze.

'Why? Are you ashamed of me?'

"No, no, Lee Know that's not the reason." '

'Then what? Then what is the reason? I introduced you to my parents, right?'

"I know that, I know that."

"You're going to tell me a thorough reason now."

“I-i..”

tears came to your eyes, they rolled down your cheeks by the hundreds. Lee Know's face softened.

“Hey, hey, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just-, I just wanted to know why?'

he wiped the tears from your face with his hands.

"I hate them." you whispered.

"You, you hate them?" You nodded softly, not wanting to look at him right now.

'Why?'

you continued to stare at the ground. He gently lifted your chin.

“Look at me Y/N. Tell me.'

Your lips quivered, you started to stutter. Lee Know hugged you and rocked you from side to side.

“Shh, I get it. Just tell me when you're ready, okay?'

He felt you nod against his chest. He picked you up in one motion, your hands were around his neck. He carried you to the bedroom and gently laid you on the bed. He grabbed his laptop and covered himself and you with a warm blanket. He put on a series, you curled up against him.

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You opened your eyes and saw Lee Know awake. He was looking at you. His arms still hugging you.

'You want to tell me it?'

You accepted.

'The thing is, my parents didn't give me any love when I was little. They were different at home than outside. They gave me a lot of stuff and luxury, but that was it.”

he nodded.

'I want to introduce you to them, but not them to you. I just don't want to be in the same room as them, it would all be too much for me.'

"Why didn't you tell me that earlier?"

'I don't know, I'm trying to get them out of my life. Forgetting them, no matter how difficult it may be.'

"I get it, I won't bother you about it anymore okay?"

He held you tighter. You nuzzled into his chest.

'May I ask you something?'

"Of course kitten."

"How does it feel to have parents?"

'What do you mean?'

"How does it feel to have parents and not people who just made you."

"I'll be honest, I love my parents dearly because they love me dearly too."

You nodded.

"My parents also love you dearly, for you you are their daughter."

'Really?'

“Yes Y/N. They constantly check with me to see if everything is okay with you. They ask for you, just like concerned parents.'

You had some tears of happiness in your eyes.

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Lee Know's parents were slowly becoming your 'parents' too. You grew very close to his mother, she was like the mother you never had. Your parents didn't bother you, because they didn't call you anyway. Life continued again. You could proudly say that you were no longer Y/N I/N but Y/N Know.

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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

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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...

thank you for reading!

My requests are open!

Love you all! xoxo

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Warnings: Swearing, heavy thirsting,, stupidity at its finest.

Pairing: LeeMinho!College student x Femalereader!College student

Premise: Your best friend comes up with the dumbest plan you've ever heard of. The plan consisting of having all your friends believing you are dating, all because they accidentally found out you live together. How is this supposed to prove anything? The man of your dreams will just have to stay that, in your dreams.

Authors notes: Hi...... Please please please let me know what you think! I never meant to start writing for SKZ this idea felt so right being for them that I couldn't bring it back. Plus with their comeback and the fact that I am dying to go to their concert. Lord have mercy on Ticketmaster.

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“Did you-” Chan breaks the silence, peering up from his laptop at the dining table in his apartment.

“No. Absolutely not.” You try to derail your best friend, not looking up at him at all. Focusing on the book in front of you. You know where this is going already, just by the look you can feel he’s giving you.

He knows you too well at this point. He waits for you to stop chewing on your lip before asking his question. “Did you or did you not sneak taking pictures of Lee today?”

Silence…

“No…..?”

You cringe inwardly, definitely not lying well.

“Felix told me he saw you” He scoffs at your terrible lying. Lying was easy when it was anyone other than Chan. It was almost second nature to you.

“Then why did you even ask me?!” You groan, falling back onto his couch. The book falls out of your hands with a thud, landing on the hardwood floor.

“Why are you stalking him?” You can hear his low chuckle from across the room. You fling yourself over to the side of the couch to look at him.

“I’m not! I’m just taking shots of him without him knowing so I can secretly drool over them later!” You try to plead your case. “Don’t look at me like that, shut up! Let me live in delulu.”

“You can’t be going around taking pictures of him, you freak.”

“OK, I’ll stoooop.” You whine. Ignoring his rude pet name, laying back to stare at his ceiling. “I don’t need to anyways.”

“You have hyunjin sending you pics from their practices don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“GAH! Why are you like this?” Grabbing a pillow you attempt to suffocate yourself into the fabric.

“ME? You’re such a weirdo.” He’s enjoying this too much. “Just talk to him”

“Um no.. have you seen him? Absolutely not. Brain is mush. And I will not embarrass myself more than I already do, thank you very much.”

“You are always over at his place anyways. How do you manage to go there and not talk to him?” He inquires as you toss the pillow back to the couch and stand up. Turning to face him you can’t help but shrug.

“Easy. He doesn’t pay me any attention. Besides I’m hanging out with the others and their place is the biggest next to yours but SOMEONE won’t let anyone in.” You remind him.

Chan had the biggest apartment out of the friend group, but for some unknown reason he wouldn’t let anyone over. No one other than you even knew which apartment building was his. Well you could understand why. It was a nice apartment, in a nicer, expensive building. Having all of you over at once was asking for disaster.

Having a game night at Changbins place proved right, when somehow the microwave caught on fire but no one could remember putting anything in there. The remains of the fire gave no clues either to what was actually in there. Changbin moved apartments shortly after that. Still they hadn’t been able to figure out who or what was the cause.

Chan was clearly trying to save his place. You weren’t much better, only a few people had been to yours so in hindsight it did make sense.

“Maybe one day, if they can all promise not to set anything alight.” He chuckles before mumbling under his breath as you leave the room. “Doesn’t pay attention huh? We’ll see about that.”

----

“The love of my life knows I’m living with you, and all of our friends think we’re dating. This is the worst day of my life.” You cry out from the kitchen floor.

Staying at Chans wasn’t really an issue in itself. You had been friends since you were kids, you left to carry on middle school and highschool abroad before he moved to Korea for college. In a blind leap of faith you applied for the same college, and fate decided you two were destined to reunite. You had continued talking the whole time you were apart. You made sure to make time for each other, no matter how hectic life became whether it be facetime or calls or just a quick message. It was constant. It was a constant you needed in your life, one that made you believe you could trust him completely.

Joining his friend group was easier than you thought. They were already a melting pot of different personalities, but all choosing music in some way shape or form as either a minor or major. They just made sense together, so you slipped right into what seemed like an open space they had left vacant for you.

One friend however made things a little more difficult for you. It’s not like he was mean or rude or anything, he just didn’t seem to have much interest in you. Simple conversations, simple answers mostly consisting of shrugs. Unfortunately, the beautiful man that caught your attention upon first meeting clearly didn’t show any signs of wanting to get to know you. But he never seemed like he was annoyed or angry at your presence, so you took that as a win. What you didn’t take as a win but a MASSIVE loss is you falling more and more in love with him.

First his looks caught your eye, then his voice had your ears peaking in interest. And then you had the misfortune of watching him dance and you felt yourself clinging onto the cliff's edge of a love pit. Telling yourself he was only good-looking, nothing else. He must be a terrible person, and must treat his mother badly. Just trying to convince yourself that he was heavily flawed somehow.

You were proven wrong very quickly. Overhearing a phone conversation he was having with his mother and grandmother shut that thought up quickly. And when you heard him ask about his cats back home you all but swooned on the spot. All of your friends were dog people, but you were scared of dogs. You had cats of your own back home, hearing his love for his cats and seeing them plastered everywhere on his phone case you still held onto the notion that he was hopefully a cold uncaring person.

Only yet to be proven wrong. You couldn’t help yourself from watching him. Watching his interactions with the people around him. See how much he took care of his close friends, asking for no thanks in return but silently willing to help any of them out with any problem.

That’s when you knew you were doomed.

And now, because of renos happening in your apartment building you had reluctantly moved into Chan's guest bedroom. The issue was that upon a misunderstanding and accidental cohabitation reveal, a couple of them had realized that you and Chan had hidden the fact that you were staying together. And before Chan could clear anything up, the haste of their departure and apology for being nosey into your lives, congratulations and whines of being kept in the dark left everything muddy.

So that’s where it left you after Chan came home and explained what happened to you, on the floor, mopping.

“No. No, this is perfect!” Chan claps his hands excitedly, sitting down next to you.

“You and I have very different ideas of ‘perfect.’” Complete exasperation forces your voice out. “not only does he ignore me most of the time, but now I have even less of a chance because he thinks I’m taken.”

“Would you shut it a second and let me explain.” He huffs at you.

“Sorry I can’t hear you over my heartbreak” You dramatically cry.

“Well, turn it down and listen because I have a plan.” Sliding to lay down next to you on the cold tiles.

“A plan for what?” You crane your neck to look over at him.

“To prove to your blind ass that he does feel the same way.” He gives you a little shove, your body slightly lolling as you ragdoll.

“Have you been drinking today?” Your suspicion grows. He was out with Felix and Hyunjin this evening, chances are he was.

“…yes but that’s not the point.” Chan scoffs. “If he really thinks you and I are together now, there’s no way he won’t be jealous.”

“Elaboration please.” You are still confused, how could this possibly prove anything.

“Making me do all the work here.” His warm voice mumbles through the cold air. “Think about it. It’s not like we have to act any differently than we normally do. We are affectionate and close anyways. They don’t know that you’re in my guest room, if they ask we just keep things ambiguous. We don’t have to lie, but not give them the whole truth. Let’s let them assume it on their own. If he does truly have feelings for you, like I know he does, then he’ll show it. He may not talk about this kind of thing but his actions speak a lot louder than anything.”

“I see where this is going. And it sounds terrible.”

“Cmon what have you got to lose?” He had a point, but you were too stubborn to agree already.

“My reputation for people thinking I’m dating you.”

“Ok, ouch and here I am just trying to help.” His hand clutches his chest dramatically in pain. “Seriously, it’s a good plan. I’ll prove I’m right once and for all.”

You don’t need to mull it over. It does make sense what he’s saying, but the fear of you being right instead of him is what makes you hesitant. You let out a deep sigh.

“Fiiine.”

----

A few weeks after Chan's self-titled ‘Compromising Lee’ mission discussion, he had reluctantly agreed to let the boys come over for dinner. Much to their persistence and whining, only if they agreed to be on their best behaviors. Unbeknownst to you but very obviously to Chan Seungmins now interest was a clear sign of Minho wanting to get closer to find out if you were really dating.

Or at least that's what Chan tried to convince you of. Seungmin never voiced a desire to see his friend's place, he rarely cared about these things. But your best friend was overly excited about it, chirping on about how he was going to ‘show you Channie is always right’, to which you had scoffed and feigned a gag.

So now it came to this. Chan leading a tour through his large two bedroom upscale, top floor apartment, with everyone in tow. Except for you, you had been charged with starting to cook dinner. In hindsight, you don’t remember how you specifically got roped into this.

“What’s in this room?” Felix’s voice echoed from the hallway towards the bedrooms.

“Ah it was an empty guest room, but right now all of Y/n's stuff is in there.” Chan chimed happily bounding his way back to you on the completion of the tour.

You had just finished preparing all of the meat and vegetables when they shuffled back to the open kitchen and living room. Some moved to check out the entertainment system, some to aimlessly look through Chan's things scattered about the room.

“How much stuff did you bring?” Hyunjin snarked as he sat down on an island stool.

“I did have my own place before I moved in here.” You match his sass, eyebrow raising to him in mirth. “What did you want me to do, leave all my furniture behind? I just shoved it all in there for now.”

“Makes sense.” Felix nods in understanding, joining Hyunjin. As they start conversing, your eyes drift over to Chan, the excitement is written all over his face as his hands wildly animating whatever he’s talking about to IN and Jisung. In your peripherals you can finally take in Minho sitting on the couch with Seungmin discussing something you can’t hear, his face as beautifully stoic as ever. Bare faced, hair slightly messy, black pants and his favourite grey baggy hoodie. Your favourite hoodie. One that if you could you had any chance to, you would steal and wear 24/7. How cozy would you be surrounded by his scent? His warmth?

Your mind begins to wander dangerously away to your fairytale land, eyes drifting to stare down at the raw cut vegetables in front of you. However, you are quickly shocked out of it when you feel someone lean into you from behind. Chans giggle gives him away instantly.

“Seung, do you think you could help me sometime this week with a vocal project I’m working on?” The chest rumbles behind you as the arms caging you snuck out and stole a piece off the cutting board to munch behind you. “Actually Lee it would be great if I could get your help too.”

“Sure Chan, whatever you need.” He states quickly, the tone in his voice made a weird feeling crawl up your skin. You look up just in time to see Minho look away abruptly to turn to his phone.

Only offering a grunt in response. Weird. Something about Seungmin’s voice made you feel uneasy, you peer back to look at the man still clinging to you. The only thing you get from him is a shrug and a slight smirk. Clearly you had missed something, something he very much will taunt you about later.

----

“What do you think?” Han whispers, joining the mins on the couch.

“Well she definitely lives here. No doubt about that.” Seungmin flatly declares.

Minho doesn’t try to hide his annoyed eye roll. He can see you and Chan in the kitchen, flirting back and forth like normal, your normal friendly flirty banter. He’s starting to regret coming here, the signs of you cohabitating causing tension to ride in his body.

Chan continues to glue himself to you as you continuously brush him off to keep cooking. He had been stunned momentarily when you answered the door, your long hair in soft natural curls falling down your back, cute bunny slippers on your feet, and mint green fuzzy lounge set making you look like the most amazing thing to cuddle when falling asleep. But like the pro he has become around you he managed to stonewall himself, into indifference.

“She knows where everything is and she hasn’t asked him once if she can use anything.” Seungmin elaborates swiftly, noticing the look on Minho's face.

“Right and all of her stuff is mixed in with Chans. Instead of segregated spaces.” Han nods.

“It doesn’t confirm that they are actually dating though. Neither of them have said that they are.” Seungmin looks to a tense jawed Minho. “I told you, you needed to make a move before someone else did.”

“I know. I just-” Minho trails off. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you how he felt, it was just that he felt like he couldn’t. You were so independent, so opinionated, unafraid to be you, and he… well he was possessive, clingy and unintentionally stiff. He liked your spunk. It was so you. So What was he supposed to do? Try to chain you to his side because he’d want to be with you 24/7, wanting to feel you against him in any way he could, hear your voice telling him all the sweet things he imagined?

Besides, the chances of you actually returning his feelings were zero to none.

More so now, with Chan being an uncalculated option.

“I know you know, but now I have to live with a very moody…you.” Seungmin groans outwardly, reclining back on the couch.

He sends a not so subtle glare in Seungmin’s direction as the man leans back. As he does he catches your eye, upon making eye contact the glare falls from his face and his eyes widen slightly. His breath hitches and catches in his throat, you give him a soft shy smile before turning back to Felix. His whole body feels stuck, his mind reels. He can’t forget that smile, the smile that reached your eyes. The smile directed at him.

That smile was for him and him alone.

He blinks rapidly back to his two friends sharing the same confused look. He forces his body to remember to breathe again. He avoids your eyes for the rest of the night, afraid of the never settling butterflies threatening to erupt out of his stomach.

----

“Bin, is it alright if y/n swings by to grab something from me?” Chan breaks the concentration in the room.

“Yea, fine by me.” Changbin nods absentmindedly before looking up to the older. “What’s she up to tonight? Felix wanted to hang but she said she had plans.”

“She’s going out with the girls tonight, I think she mentioned something about the Insomnia club? I don’t know.” He shrugs, keeping an unconcerned aura about him, before excitedly sending you a final text. ‘Changbin says you can come by’

Minho starts to lose interest in the words in front of him. The project being slowly forgotten by the thought of getting to see you tonight. But his mind recalls a very significant detail about Insomnia, thankfully he doesn’t need to say anything as Changbin voices his unheard uneasiness

“The one with the handsy bartender? Damn, ballsy.”

Thank god for Changbin. Minho continues to stare at the papers in front of him, trying to really force a mask of indifference. His body reacting slightly to the conversation betraying his discomfort to the one person set on exploiting it. So, if it’s an indifference battle, Chan is set on winning.

“I guess” And like that, he watches Minho hand tighten around the pen he’s holding, sitting up a little straighter before slumping completely over his textbook and pretending to completely immerse himself in it.

“*whistles* Shit yn, looking good” Changbin calls out to you as you let yourself into his apartment.

“Nice to see you too Bin” You wink as you walk over to the table, resting against the end before looking at your best friend.“Chan can I have my portable charger please?”

He blinks at you momentarily before remembering his own plan.“Yea it’s in my backpack give me a second.”

Shifting weight from one leg to another, slight heels extenuating your leg muscles. Dress length to mid thigh, hugging all the right curves on your body. You had gone for a soft glam makeup look tonight, making sure you were dewy in all the right places to catch the light. That included your exposed collarbones and shoulders. Your hair was in your go-to loose waves, it did what it wanted anyways, so why fight it?

You try your best not to look at Minho as you wait, ignoring your need to look at the beautifully soft man. Seeing his sweatpants and baggy blank t-shirt with messy hair upon entering. One of your top 5 looks on him. His dance performance attire was something to drool over for sure, but something about him looking so comfy made your stomach do flips.

“What time will you be home?” Chan asks, handing over one of his portable chargers.

“I don’t know? When we’re bored?” You shrug, answering normally. He gave you a partial idea of what to say, so the rest you figured you were to keep it as true as possible.

“Ok. what about a jacket? Aren’t you going to get cold?” He looks you up and down quizzically like he wasn’t the one to tell you to wear it.

You scan down your outfit before you recall his instructions. “I couldn’t find the one I wanted. I think my leather one is still in a box somewhere. And I wasn't about to ruin my outfit with the other ones I have.”

“You should have grabbed mine.” Amused blase dripped from his voice. You have no idea where this plan of his is going but you do your best to maintain it.

“I would have if I thought about it. But I don't have time to go back now, and I gotta go or else I’m going to be late and I do NOT need Lia nagging at me again.” A pout creeps onto your lips before you turn to leave. “Bye guys have fun with your homework”

Two out of three of the boys wave to you as you depart, heading back into the taxi you arrived in to meet with your girls. You need to relax, one night you need to not be thinking about Minho as you fall asleep. Maybe the partying and alcohol would help, hell maybe even finding someone nice to flirt with.

After a few silent breaths and he’s sure you’ve left the building he can’t help his anger rise. Chan on the other hand is fighting within himself to stay calm. Not wanting to get too excited as he waits for the inevitable reaction from Minho.

“You’re actually letting her out dressed like that without you around?” Minho fists clench under the table, knuckles turning white as the image of you in that unholy dress engraves itself into his very being.

Chan looks up confused, like he wasn’t expecting to have to talk about you. “Huh? Oh yea.”

“Seriously?” There’s a slight bite to Minho. Chan does his best to stone face and seem annoyed by Minho's tone.

“Yes Lee *eye roll* I am. She’s a big girl, she can handle herself.”

“I’m with Minho on this. The last time we all went to that bar the bartender was really pushy and we were all there next to her. I can’t imagine what that slimy sack of nothing is going to try without us there. Not to mention her looking like an 8 course meal.” Changbin agrees.

A gasp escapes from Chan, a hint of laughter bubbling from him now. “Changbin, What would your boyfriend say?”

“He would agree. All 8 courses.”

Minho becomes increasingly uncomfortable with Chan's dispassion at your whereabouts. His possessiveness makes his skin itch, he knows he has no right to be. But seeing you dressed up, look even more stunning than you normally do is making his brain short circuit.

Chan might be able to just sit here and do nothing, but he can’t.

----

“Soooo are you gonna tell me what happened or do I have to force it out of you?” Chan sings happily as he flops down on your bed next to you. His face screams with eagerness as his body shakes with excitement.

“I have no idea what youre talking about…” You bite your lip and look over to the leather jacket hanging on your closet door.

“So you’re telling me, you’ve been stupidly happy since the night you went out because you finally accepted the advances of creepy mc creep and NOT because I saw you walk around the next day wearing Lee’s jacket in the house?” He tries to pout at you, but it only looks ridiculous on him. You can’t help but attempt to stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“Shut it. Nothing happened.” You manage to huff.

“Uh huh…..he went to the club and?” He starts for you.

“Aaaand, nothing. Seriously. He said he was out for a walk because you guys were taking a break and he happened to wander my way and remembered I didn't have a jacket so he wanted to check up on me for you. Then he saved me from a very shifty moment with said bartender and let me borrow his jacket and then left.” You say out in a rush, the need to defend yourself as well as his motives becomes increasingly necessary for your heart rate. “See nothing happened.”

“How the hell is that nothing? I’m starting to get worried about you.” Chan blanks at you, shaking his head at your dismissals. “I never asked him to check on you, you know. That one was all him.”

He adds before shuffling off your bed and out the door. “He was worried about you.”

You blush, hope ignites deep within you. But like a kindling flame you burn it out quicker then it started. He was just looking out for a friend's girlfriend. He hadn’t taken an interest in you before. He was just in the neighborhood, that's all.

He’s just a good friend to Chan.

----

Since that night it was like Minho seemed to appear around you alot more. Or was it the same and you just noticed even more because of that stupid bud of hope Chan planted in you. But days like today are when you noticed it. Normally when you were over at Seungmin and Minho’s place, Minho would be hiding in his room, only coming out for food occasionally or to just see what you guys were up to and then he’d retreat back.

Today however he had opted to stay in the living room with you Seungmin, Felix, and Hyunjin. You all had started the evening with ordering food and playing a new board game Felix had found and now it lay abandoned half played on the coffee table as the group began to look through Netflix for a movie to watch. And abnormally, there was Minho sitting on one of the big comfy chairs, watching the game progress with his phone untouched next to him. Which once again was strange, he was always on it when you were around.

“Oooo let’s watch this one. I haven't seen it yet!” You point excitedly at the thumbnail of a new horror movie that just came out.

“It was nice having you over y/n you can leave now.” Seungmin barks at you.

“Oh come on, I’ve been begging Chan for weeks to watch it, but he’s too scared.” You exasperatedly sigh. “You’ll vote for this movie right Minho?”

You knew Minho liked horror movies too, Jisung had told you. Unfortunately you had somehow forgotten that he probably didn’t know that you knew. Or maybe it was your own shock from remembering that small fact, as Jisung let it slip over a year ago and you’ve never forgotten.

His blank gaze stuns you for a moment before you scrunch your nose up in defeat, grabbing another bite of food.

“How is Chan by the way? I haven't talked to him in a while. He’s always busy.” Felix changed the subject unknowing of your rising heat from embarrassment.

“I don’t know” You shrug at him.

“What do you mean you dont know. You live together.” Hyunjin pipes up.

“I mean yea, but he hasn’t been home for like a month or so.” You snatch the remote from Seungmins grasp and continue scrolling.

Everyone's attention snaps to you.

“A MONTH?!” Hyunjin squeals.

“Calm down drama llama, he’s got upcoming production projects and presentations. He’s got a lot on his plate.”

“But still, he doesn’t take a break to come see you? Or facetime you? Or call you?” Felix tries to find some hope in your communication.

“Last time we talked was 2 weeks ago I think?” You think back. “That was only cause I was asking him where all the extra comforters were, because Innie and Ji were over for a movie night.”

Minho remembers that night. He was jealous that Jisung got to spend the night at your place. He felt stupidly bitter when he told him. But even when Jisung had extended the invite he couldn't bring himself to go. He may have decided being in love with you from afar was enough, but recently it was getting harder and harder to hide his feelings. Times like this he wanted to out himself, claim he could treat you better then Chan ever could. But he couldn’t do that to a friend, no matter how much it hurt to secretly love you now.

“If there was anything wrong he’d let me know.” Your only reasoning.

But there was something very wrong with it. All of it. How could Chan treat you like this? He once again feels his anger rising, so without saying anything or looking at anyone he leaves the room. Three of you back to bantering about the movie, all oblivious to Minho holding his bottom lip in a vice grip between his teeth in order to silence himself. Not quite all, Seungmin remains silent as he watches Minho leave the room. He knows how Minho is, as best friends and as roommates he knows the signs. He prides himself on being able to read Minho pretty well, but most recently in times like this watching his friend become physically displaced by his jealousy and his brooding makes him wish he couldn't.

----

Leaving the coffee shop with a blushing Chan in tow you couldn't help but coo at him.

The ever so lovely blonde barista there giving you two your drinks for free. The same barista being the only reason you two went there. The coffee was good, but Chan’s need to embarrass himself in front of her was even greater.

“I’m telling you, she likes you.” You mused at him. “Next time get her number and then you can finally invite her over. Once I’m out of your hair, you have free reign again.”

The renos for your place were almost done, you were given the notice for moving back in next week. You two would have to separate again. Over this past while everything just felt like it made sense being together. That sense of home you’ve both been missing being made up by each other's presence. A part of you was sad about it, but you needed your space again.

You sip on your iced coffee as you keep making the walk back to Chans apartment. Upon realizing that he stopped some step behind you, you turn to him. The shades of red in his cheeks now gone, but now replaced with scrunched eyebrows and a look of agitation.

“What if I want to make this permanent?” He finally looks up at you.

“I need my own space, Chan.”

“I’m just saying. Stay. Live here. Don’t go back.” He looks down at his feet again, sadness now evident. The only person Chan was ever selfish with was you, just like you were with him. Some unspoken right to want more and receive more. “I know it’s selfish of me, but is it so wrong that I really love having you with me?”

Unheard by the two of you in your sappy declarations in the middle of the sidewalk, Minho comes to a stop just around the corner upon hearing your voices. Catching part of chans speech, he hid, not feeling like he was allowed in your moment but also not being able to drag himself out of earshot.

“I love being with you too.” You agree, searching his face for any hidden emotions. “I’ve always loved being there.”

“Having you around 24/7 is my favourite thing keeping me sane right now.” Chan almost pleads to you, needing to justify himself for doing what you’ve both always done. Be that constant. “Being able to breathe, relax and have fun. I need you here, you are my family, my home away from home.”

“Alright.” You step towards him, arms coming up to encircle his shoulders, you feel his body relax as he hugs you back. “I’ll sell all my extra stuff. I’ll come home.”

The arms around you tighten.

Tighten, just like the pain in Minho's chest as he hears your words. You and Chan mean so much to each other, no one would have ever had a chance with you. Chan was your everything. He had to let this go, he had to get over you. Had to accept that you were happy with Chan. Accept the rejection that was never actually given to him.

Regaining his surroundings he takes off back the way he came. The reason he came down this way is completely forgotten by the need to lock himself in his room.

He’d let it go, for you and for Chan….and for himself.

----

You burst through the apartment door, your body in a flurry. Face red from sprinting all the way there. Jisung and Seungmin shoot up from the couch, completely taken by surprise by your entrance.

“Where is he?” You shout, spewing with anger. Eyes darting around in search of your target.

“What?” Seungmin asks, confused.

“Where is Minho?” Out of breath, you fight the urge to snap at them.

“His room?” Jisung points timidly to Minho’s room, jumping at each move you make.

You stomp your way over to his door, reaching out for the handle and turning. Locked. Another angry flash, you knock aggressively.

“Minho, open up. We need to talk.” You can’t stop your voice from coming out as a yell.

Great now you’re yelling.

“What's going on y/n?” Seungmin asks cautiously, having followed you to the doorway. There’s no way you would be acting like this, especially toward Minho if something serious didn’t happen. You weren’t the type to fly off the handle, yes sometimes you acted a little dramatic, but for the most part you were extremely level headed. So this right now in his apartment, he never would have guessed in a hundred years would be happening. “What's wrong?”

No answer from inside, so you bang on the door harder this time. The urge to break the door down growing stronger as his silence continues.

“Minho!!” You roar, your voice almost burning as you force it out. “This is ridiculous. OPEN THIS DOOR.”

A still nothing creeps out, you’re almost seeing complete red now, so this time you kick at the wooden slab in your way.

“You don’t get to punch my best friend in the face and not expect me not to do anything! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE!”

“You Punched CHAN?!” Jisung squeals in horror, slightly shielded by Seungmin.

“Holy shit.” Seungmin mumbles almost to himself. But unfortunately not to himself enough for you to not hear it. “could it be because of what Chan said to that blonde girl at the coffee shop?”

“You think? Chan really backpedaled hard when we caught him flirting with her and getting her number” Jisung whispers in return.

Once again not quiet enough.

“He punched him because of….What the actual hell?!” You can’t believe it. All you can hear is the blood pumping in your ears. You are angry….you were angry…..wait what were you…

The boys think you and Chan are dating.

The boys think Chan neglects you as his girlfriend.

The boys think Chan is trying to hookup with other girls when he’s with you.

The boys think Chan doesn’t care.

They all know how important Chan is to you. That you two describe each other as home.

None of them have said anything concerning. They all have seen what has happened and accepted it.

But Minho showed up at the club, jacket in hand.

Minho threatened the bartender.

Minho was always around.

Minho began to stare at you, you’ve caught him on numerous occasions.

Minho leaves the room when you talk about Chan.

Minho punched Chan because he thought your boyfriend was cheating on you.

Chan's words ring in your mind. ‘If he really thinks you and I are together now, there’s no way he won’t be jealous.’ ,‘I’ll prove I’m right once and for all.’

“Minho come out please, we really need to talk. Fuck, everything is so messed up.”

You think about what you know about Minho. Minho always speaks in his actions. What are his actions pointing towards? It’s now or never, you need to know.

Turning to Seungmin and Jisung, you hold your gaze firm. Mind made up. “I need you both to tell me this right now. Yes or no. Does Minho have feelings for me?”

“Y/n…we can't say–”

They shift awkwardly on the spot, eyes darting from you to each other trying to divert attention. That was all the confirmation you needed.

Without letting your anxiety talk you out of it you quickly pull out your phone, unlocking it and opening the photo albums. Your sneaky Minho album, that you’ve continued to add to without Hyunjins help even after Chan's plan was put in motion. You slide it under the door, well you can’t turn back now.

“Please just look at my phone. Please?” You almost end up begging against the cold door. “You all just assumed that Chan and I were together. Of course we love each other, but we're just friends, like brother and sister. I’ve been staying in his guest room, since my building is under renos. Chan has a crush on the blonde girl barista in the coffee shop near his place. I’ve been helping him flirt with her for months”

Deep breath.

“I’m in love with-”

The door flies open. Your breath hitches as you see the man of your dreams, smile so dazzling you feel as though you’ve entered one of your fantasies again.

“You.”

You finally mumble out.

Without saying anything he reaches an arm out, holding something towards you. You expect to see your phone when you look down but you're shocked to see his phone, screen unlocked, photos open to an album titled ‘mint-bun’ filled with candid photos of you, selfies you had posted and cropped group shots.

Shocked is an understatement as you look back up to him.

“I’m in love with you too.” His eyes are strong and determined, looking directly into your own, as he confesses.

Maybe sometimes Chan was right, even if his plan was stupid.

masterlist

feel the beat

word count: <1k

warnings: afab!reader, oral (f. receiving), mentions of multiple orgasms, mentions of bruises, minor choking, teasing, edging, soft dom!minho, sub!reader - smut, MINORS DNI

synopsis: minho has this way of bringing out the most obedient sub in you

minho has this way of making you behave, more so than any partner you’ve ever had. your naturally bratty attitude fizzles out and dissolves as soon as he put his hands on you, your waist, your neck, your back, anywhere. you’re pliant and cooperative in his bed the way you’re argumentative and combative anywhere else. you thrive off of his praises and collect them to tuck away into a little pocket of your brain only he can access.

which explains how you’ve found yourself in your current predicament, spread out on your bed with his face between your legs. you’ve been leaking since he first instructed you to strip, leaving only a short chain around your neck with his initial on it, almost short enough to be a choker, or a collar.

your arms are crossed above your head, triceps shaking with the effort to keep them there as he instructed. good girl, he had said once you got into position, leaving goosebumps all over your body as you waited for him to touch you. you’re letting out whimpers now as he works, one of his hands holding your thigh, fingers digging into your skin in a way you hope will leave bruises.

there’s a song playing but you couldn’t tell what it was. he’s tapping out what can only be described as an unholy rhrythm into your clit with his fingers to the beat of the song as his tongue dives in and out of you, teasing you and keeping you right on the edge of pleasure. he’s singing along the best he can with his tongue occupied, his hums reverberating throughout your entire body sending jolts of pleasure through your bloodstream. it’s all part of the game, you’re to wait until the song is over to cum. but was the song over? is this the same song, or did another one play? you can’t tell.

“min-“ you breathe out, gasping when he switches to rubbing his fingers in slow circles. “please-“

he speeds up his fingers instead of answering you, and your moans become increasingly breathy and high. you can’t finish even your thoughts, let alone a sentence. you squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed, but he taps at your thigh twice - eyes on me, he doesn’t have to say. you’re too well trained for him to have to use words anymore.

you pry your eyes open and what a sight he makes, head bobbing in his effort, hair already a bit sweaty and curling at the edges. you meet his eyes and they’re dark and hungry, staring at you like you’re his prey.

the coils get impossibly tight in your lower belly, burning with pleasure, and you can’t hold back anymore. you grind your hips into face as the pleasure overwhelms you, your orgasm hitting just as the final beat of the song plays. he moves to lap at your clit as you ride through your aftershocks, your body spasming as it became too much. his hands hold your hips down as he eats you out into overstimulation, and you want to scream from how good it hurts. he finally let up, turning to press a soft, wet kiss to your inner thigh before sitting back, lips red and bruised. you’re left slumped into the mattress, sweating and panting and arms sore, so drowsy that you felt like you could sleep right there.

“oh, kitten,” he says, tutting with a condescendingly sad look on his face when he sees your eyes droop. the pet name send another jolt through your sore pussy, and you choke back a moan. “you didn’t think you were done just because you came, were you? you almost didn’t last until the end of the song. i have so much more planned for you.”

he climbs over you, gracefully cat-like and eyes feral, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth with one hand while he strokes your side gently with the other, a perfect balance only he knows how to achieve for you. you can feel how hard he is where his hips align with yours, but he makes no move to relieve himself - this night is about you. your torture, your pleasure, your pain, your ecstasy.

you choke on his fingers when they enter deep, but suckle on them when he wiggles them out a bit, moaning when you taste yourself on them. his shirt rubs against your sensitive nipples, making you whimper and drool around his fingers. you’re reminded of the contrast between the two of you, you completely exposed and spread and him fully clothed and looking more composed than he had the right to be. his free hand creeps down your stomach to your pussy, making you shiver in fear, or anticipation, you can hardly tell anymore.

“my playlist has five songs left. you think you can cum five more times for me?”