you lean further into your boyfriend, enjoying his warmth as he holds you in his arms.Â
"if you could have one wish, what would it be?"
minho answers without hesitation. "i want to die naturally."
his morbid response elicits a pout from you, and you shift so that you sit in his lap facing him. minho chuckles at your expression, but says nothing as you wrap your arms around his neck, levelling him with your stare.
"why do you always say that?" it comes out as more of a whine than you intend it to.
he shrugs. "you asked me what i want."Â
you frown. "i don't want to think about you dying."
his hands are warm where they rest on the small of your back, keeping you near to him. everything about him, down to the way he holds you, makes you feel safe, secure. you guide his face to yours by the back of his neck, dropping your forehead to his.
"i want to be with you forever," you say, quiet, tears prickling your eyes.
his hands draw you in closer. "who says you won't?" minho presses his mouth gently against yours.Â
you push your bottom lip out and he kisses it. "you did."
one hand reaches up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, while the other remains on your waist. panic flashes across your face at the loss of his touch and you cling to him tighter.
"i never said that, kitten. you think i don't want to be with you forever?"
you can't help but look away. his words were lighthearted, you know, but even the passing thought of a moment without him makes your entire being ache.
"don't leave me," you whisper.
minho's gaze flickers, unreadable. then, he laughs â a short, pained sound.
"leave you?" his voice is soft, a complete contrast to the sharp twinge in your chest. "angel, do you really think, after everything, that i would even be capable of such a thought?"Â
you blink back at him, a few helpless tears escaping.
minho strokes your cheek and you do your best to focus on him through your watery vision. "i could never leave you, angel. i just couldn't." his voice shakes a little. "my wish is for many, many more years with you."
you surge forward, burying your face in his neck as it washes over you in waves. "i'm sorry, min," you hiccup, as he rubs your back soothingly.Â
"don't be, kitten. it's okay."
you shake your head against his shoulder. "i know you love me."Â
"good. because i'm going to spend the next 60 years bothering you."
"promise?" you mumble.
"promise."
you sniffle, placing a light kiss to his neck. "i love you, min."
"i know, kitten. i love you too."
~
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The bite of winter still hung in the air and yet, all you could focus on was the little sparks of warmth provided by a hand occasionally brushing the back of yours.Â
âď¸ wc. 1k | friends to lovers; fluff
You usually donât mind the way days seem to come and go. The mundanity feels safe and predictable and still, you find yourself longing to be part of the world just outside your window. Itâs a fine line, balancing between carefully crafted solitude and crushing loneliness. You tend to lean toward the latter while being too overwhelmed to actually take the step out the door.Â
Minho had taken note of your careful longing for the pastries youâd both passed weeks ago, youâd mentioned it absentmindedly a couple of times since then and he could almost feel the restlessness radiating off you in little waves.Â
The cotton candy skies floating in the sky and the green and brown ground peeking out from under the melting snow reminded him of you as he subtly leaned into your side, feeling goosebumps form as his hand brushed yours. With the early spring sun embracing you both, he felt at home.Â
Your gaze fell on the specks of liquid gold upon the water, the sunshine making it glitter under its warmth and making the world just a little softer. The bite of winter still hung in the air and yet, all you could focus on was the little sparks of warmth provided by a hand occasionally brushing the back of yours.Â
The sound of your favourite band spilled through your shared earplugs as Minhoâs gentle humming blended into the sounds of life bustling around you. The familiarity of the lyrics didnât go unnoticed by your heart, picking up its pace at the chance of your best friend feeling the same way hearing the words alongside you.Â
He did. His cheeks held a faint blush from the bite of the cold air, he just hoped you wouldnât notice how it grew just a bit more insistent as the words seemed to echo around you. If you said the words he would without a shadow of a doubt take the fall. He wanted to take you to somewhere new, literally and metaphorically - but as his hand brushed against yours again and the bakery came into sight, he settled for the literal meaning of the statement for today, storing the wishful longing for you away for later.Â
Looking over at you, he couldnât help but to feel the pride blooming in his chest. He sensed the hesitation in your movements as you got closer to the bakery, but even as your hands started shaking just enough for him to feel the movement against his and the little puffs of air turning into faint clouds getting closer in frequency, you kept your feet in step with his. His pinky slid into yours as a reminder that he was there with you.Â
He didnât fight the gentle smile tugging at his lips as he felt yours squeezing his in silent thanks.Â
As you watched him order your favourite pastry and the biggest cup available of your tea of choice, still with your pinkies intertwined, your heart seemed to take on a new determination. You wanted to be beside him, wanted to live your life outside your bubble if it meant holding his warm hand in yours as the scent of cinnamon and herbs and coffee filled your senses. Unconsciously you stepped closer to him, feeling safe as ever, even in the bustling bakery.Â
The melody from earlier spilled from him as he calmly ate his pudding across from you, little humming sounds in that soothing tone of his accompanied by the chatter from surrounding tables. His eyes closed, eyelashes lightly resting against his skin, the light blush from outside settled into fainter and fainter hues as his head lolled slightly to the side with the softest sigh. Feeling your cheeks grow warmer, you reach for your cup of tea to distract yourself from the sight, exhaling perhaps a bit too rushed as your eyes cast down toward your plate, pastry-crumbs scattered in little constellations.Â
His eyes opened at the sound of your stuttering breath, looking for signs of discomfort. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel unsafe, heâd planned this for weeks and despite his selfish wish for everything to spend this time here with you, he would leave his half eaten pudding behind in a heartbeat at the first sign of your freeze response. As he glanced at you, he found no sign of discomfort, but he could tell something was on your mind.Â
Carefully, he muttered your name in hopes that youâd come back to him. His breath hitched slightly as your gaze found his, blushed cheeks and bottom lip mindlessly caught between your teeth. He so desperately wanted to reach out, cradle your face and feel you close to him. Taken aback by his own thoughts, he quickly looked back to your eyes after realising heâd stared at your lips for just a moment too long. Only then did he notice yours were on his own parted ones.
âDo you feel it too?âÂ
His half-whispered question broke you out of your trance, snapping your eyes back to his as the warmth spread across your face, the blush surely undeniable by now. Searching his eyes for any hint of humour, any sign of this not holding the same depth to him as it does to you, still you find nothing but endless sincerity and a little twitch of his nose scrunch, a nervous habit of his few knew about. Maybe youâd simply spent too much time studying him.Â
Not trusting your voice, you settled for a timid nod, doing your best to hold his gaze as if to make up for the lack of your voice. You needed him to know you meant it, needed him to know he was it for you. At the movement, his entire face seemed to light up, eyes holding onto the same sincerity, but making space for childlike wonder as his hand reached across the table to gently take the teacup from your hands, making space for him.Â
With his hands in yours, bashful smiles shared and a half eaten pudding between you, the world outside your window didnât seem so bad, after all.Â
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The constant beeping of the heart monitor made his mind fidget, his plump lips now all red from the constant nibbling, the sight of his fiancĂŠ a bit too hard for him to process; youâre lying down on the uncomfortable bed, ragged breathes heard every now and then. Slightly squeezing his palm, Chrisâ eyes lit up and quickly averted his gaze to his beloved.
âIâm sorry, seems like I canât be there with you âtill the end of the line,â you whispered, eyes blurred by the tears pooling at her waterline. Pecking your dry lips, Chris gently wiped away the stray tear streaming down on your left cheek â âYou're gonna be okay, baby,â he reassured you and himself, even though his heart was shattering bit by bit. âAre you going to be okay?â you asked, gaining all the strength you have to grip his hand tighter. Soothing the back of yout hand with his thumb, he tried his best to contain the tears that have wanted to break.
âHonestly? I wonât,â he replied, a bitter laugh coming out from his mouth. Smiling sadly, you lifted their intertwined hands and brought it up to your own lips, kissing it gently.
âPlease be okay without me. I want you to at least try, Chris,â you said, tears now falling even more freely than before. The sight prompted his own tears to fall too, filling the room with nothing but painful and sorrowful goodbyes. âIâll miss you, my little wolf,â you managed to mutter, shooting him a grin that somehow made his heart ache even more.
âI love you, baby. I canât promise you Iâll be happy, but Iâll try, for you,â he slipped out in between his tearful moments.
âI love you more, Chris. More than youâve ever imagined.â â and that was the last two-way conversation the pair had.
summary: a sick you unwillingly decided to call off the date, but minho didnât seem to mind one bit.
warnings: mentions of sickness, tears
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It was Friday, which means itâs date night! However, due to your lover being absent for the past week due to his work which required him to leave town for a bit, itâs getting postponed. As the night grew darker, your lids grew heavier. A fatigue started to fuzz your entire being, leaving you sweating buckets for a minute and shivering for another. There laid yourself on the bed thatâs somehow uncomfortable when usually, itâs the safest place you can ever cocoon yourself in. The thin shirt you wore felt like two layers of the thickest hoodies you own, the constant breaking of sweat seemed to keep your body on edge, fraying each and every nerve. Sight blurred with what you made out to be tiredness, you reached for the cabinet that stored the many medicines â trying to identify which one worked best for you, you accidentally knocked over the thermos. Grunting, you gave up and decided to just wait for Minho to come home. His plane landed just an hour ago, so itâs estimated that in ten minutes, your boyfriend will walk through the door. Everything will be okay, you tried convincing yourself. But the constant thrumming in your head, the shivers running up and down your body kept yourself from believing so. After a few minutes of tiptoeing between the line of unconsciousness and being awake, you let yourself lose in the battle with sleep.
There was the man youâve been waiting all night for, taking off his shoes and putting the socks in the laundry, his feet leading him to the oddly dark living room. Checking his phone, Minho found it weird â the last text you sent was saying youâre in the living room, watching the drama Minho claimed to be unrealistic. Dropping his luggage as quietly as possible, he padded his way through the premises, itâs too quiet for his liking. Minho figured youâd be in the master bedroom after checking both the reading room and kitchen. His hunch was right, you were practically sleeping â but you were unfit. The rummaged drawer of medicines, remnants of sweat and the thermos on the floor practically gave it away. Even though he tried picking up the piece of metal daintily, his presence somewhat set an alarm off in you â causing you to jolt awake and for the pain to double. Eyes wide open, you felt suffocated.
Minho directed every last bit of his attention towards his lover. Noticing something was definitely wrong, he checked your temperature by pressing his lips to your forehead. It was warmer than usual, he thought.
âBaby, youâre burning up,â he whispered, tucking away the locks that fell messily upon your face.
âI am hot, thanks,â you retaliate, not knowing where the energy came from.
Shaking his head, he asked, âSince when were you feeling like this?â â eyes busy taking in your figure, hands rubbing your forearm with utmost care. Minho never wanted to come home to this sight, to his lover deteriorating due to this fever that emerged out of nowhere â or so he thought.
âLast night was merely a headache. Todayâs a hundred times worse,â you confessed, âMaybe itâs because I kinda got caught up with work lately.â Minho held his palm out, reaching for your left cheek. You sighed, nuzzling into his touch â rubbing it fondly, he shot you a sad smile, âI told you to take breaks, hmm?â
âPlease donât lecture me. What I need is your hugs, not your anger. Please?â eyes slightly tearing up and red, Minho felt his heart chip at the sight.
âWasnât even planning on getting angry, baby. Here, drink up,â he offered your thermos and two blue pills for you to consume â in hopes you'll sleep better. Minho helped you sit up, leaning your head on the headboard. Doing exactly what he said, you gulped the whole thermos. Minho patted your head a few times, just like how heâd pet his three cats back home. He found you adorable and he hates (not) how soft you make him feel.
âHugs,â you said, holding out your two arms for him to slot himself into.
âI havenât showered,â he defended himself. Huffing, you crossed your arms placing them in front of your chest. Minho laughed at your gesture and continued, â15 minutes, then Iâll give you hugs. What do you think?â
âFive,â
âTen, then,â
âFine.â
Ten minutes passed by in a whiz, but somehow sleep found you right before Minho could snuggle under the duvet with you. Giggling at your figure, he checked your temperature again with the same method as before â curtly pressing his lips on your forehead. The temperatureâs gone down, he thought, itâs still warm but itâs better than before. This action pulled you out of your dozed state. Without opening your eyes, you pointed at your lips, a signal for him to kiss your lips too. Complying to your antics, Minho leaned in and swiftly pecked your lips. You missed him, but your current condition is hindering you from smothering Minho with all the love he can get.
âSorry I ruined our Friday night,â you apologized, eyes still closed but body moving closer to him.
Minhoâs hands found its way to your waist, eroding any distance left between the two of you. Leaving kisses here and there, he loved seeing the way youâd slightly scrunch your eyebrows and squirmed everytime he left a peck.
âYou didnât ruin anything, baby. I love taking care of you. Are you feeling better?â
âMuch,â
âThen thatâs what matters. Get some rest, yeah? Iâll be here when you wake up,â he whispered, looking at you with pools of love swimming in his two brown orbs, even though you were in a condition you described as hella ugly â hair unruly, lips chapped and skin seeming to lose some melanin due to the sickness. Resting your head on the broad of his chest, he took the blanket and covered the two of you, making sure you were comfortable.
Seeing that you got dragged back into the abyss of sleep, Minho stayed awake for an extra 30 minutes, making sure the illness wasnât disrupting any of the peaceful sleep you needed. Before heading straight into dreamland, he kissed your forehead and whispered, âI love you, feel better soon, my love.â
summary: trying to take care of your boyfriend caused an arguement to occur.
warnings: rude remarks, tears
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âThat doesnât seem like eating to me, Chris,â you claimed, surprised seeing him throwing away the paper bag you left for him just hours prior. It was still sealed, he hasnât eaten. To be honest? You kinda expected it â the pale skin and dry lips give it away, the fact that he hasnât been taking care of himself as heâs supposed to.
âIf youâre not going to eat it, then at least give it to someone else, you know? Not everyone has theââ
Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was the soreness spreading through his back, maybe it was the burnout thrumming in his head â âDo you mind shutting up?â he spat, his emotions got the best of him. Chris was at high tensions the past month, the pressure from work getting unbearable.
You flinched at his tone, this isnât the Chris you knew. You thought heâd stop his hurtful sayings, but you thought wrong.
âIâd love it if youâd just given me space. Let me work in peace alright? I have enough on my plate and I donât need to be constantly pestered â I know what Iâm doing. Just go home or something, donât add my burdens,â even though his tone as calm, it was infused with much venom that pierced through your heart. You just want to take care of him, is that so wrong? Having enough of his habits, you decided to speak up â thereâs no way in hell heâs stepping all over you like this.
âHow dare you, Chris? Not everyone is privileged to have someone that takes care of them even if things get too much. If Iâm that much of a burden, letâs call things off,â you retailitated, having none of his claims. Taking off the ring that was secured in your middle finger, you gave it back to him. Trying so hard to fight back the tears that welled up for the nth time tonight, you said, âYou hurt me, Chris. Not just with your words, but with your absence too,â and with that, you left and drove off.
Chris exhaled, seeing the ring at the palm of his hands. Itâs been a few months since the pair got engaged, but work only seemed to double just by then. He nibbled on his lower lip, the guilt finally sinking in. Chris did realize, heâd been not going home for the past 14 days, not to mention the many unread texts and miscalls from his one and only. Rubbing the gold band, he thought pretty well about what he should do.
âYou fucked up, you realize that, right?â a voice bellowed across the hallway. Chris looked up, his eyes meeting Changbinâs figure. Rubbing the nape of his neck, Chris shot him a sad smile â âI can finish up, just go before itâs too late,â Changbin instructed. Curtly nodding, Chris took his stuff and left the building as well.
The house was empty, even the lights were off. Something was odd, Chris thought to himself. Prodding quietly up the stairs, he noticed the guest roomâs door slightly agape. A faint light was shining through the gap which prompted him to enter the premises quietly
There you sat on the corner of the bed, rummaging through the many love letters Chris has gifted her from the past five years they have been together. Chris smiled at the sight, his heart chipping seeing the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
Chris knocked on the door, to alert you of his presence. You wiped your tears quickly, hating to present yourself like this in front of anyone. However, the pain in your heart didnât seem to subside anytime soon, causing you to dig your nails to the palm of your hand â a habit that never seem to die down since your teenage years.
Noticing you were fizzing from anger and hurt causing you to shake, Chris engulfed you in a hug; his two arms securing your back and shoulder. You rebelled against his actions, his words replaying in your mind like an annoying melody. You tried everything you could to release yourself but it didnât do anything
After a good three minutes of you trying to keep your guard up, the sobs finally broke, causing Chris to rub your back gently.
âWhat am I doing wrong, Chris? Why are you like this?â you cried, looking right at his two eyes, pain evident in both of yours.
âItâs not you, baby. Iâm sorry, Iâm very, very sorry,â he apologized profusely, knowing that the damage is irreversible â but heâs going to try everything he can to make it up to his beloved.
âPlease stay with me, I canât do this without you,â Chris pleaded, soothing your sides; you identified a teardrop dancing around his waterline.
âNo, Chris. You can, it seems like youâve been doing just fine without me,â you argued, his words stabbed that very delicate place of your heart.
âI canât and I donât want to do anything without you. Iâm sorry, I really am. I didnât know what I was thinking, the stress got the best of me and I know itâs not a valid excuse. You didnât deserve any of those words but please, please, let me make it up to you,â Chris said, tucking away the hairs that fell upon your frame.
You broke away from his gaze, eyes still teary. You know heâs genuine, heâs always been like that from the start. Taking a glimpse of the letters scattered on the bed, you took a deep breathe, letting out a small okay.
âYou donât have to forgive me now, take all the time you need, yeah? I never meant any of those words, youâre everything but a burden. You always take care of him, ground me when things get too much, remind me of my roots, thank you for being here with me,â he continued, swiping away the residue of tears using the pad of his thumbs. Poor Chris, too caught up on his love for you to not realize heâs rambling. Your fingers went up and played with his curls, signalling him to come back.
âIâm sorry, I didnâtââ
âChris, I get it. Itâs okay, really,â you tried to reassure his mind who seemed to go at 180 kilometers per hour.
âNo! Itâs not okay, I hurt you and Iâm not supposed to do that,â
âAnd you apologized, itâs okay Chris,â you offered him a small smile. Taking your hands into his, he rubbed the area that was reddening due to your nail digging. He felt like the worst person in the world seeing those marks.
âMay I?â he asked, holding out the gold band to put it right back where it belongs.
Nodding, you watched as the band slipped onto your finger â it felt like a piece of you was restored. Kissing your hand, he pulled you into another hug.
âIâll make it up to you, I promise,â he mumbled, kissing the top of your head â this man could never get enough of you.
âPromise me one more thing?â
Chris moved his head away, eyes focused on your face.
âPromise me to never, ever lash out on anyone, yeah? Let me be the last person to ever experience that side of you. Come to me when it gets too much, Iâm more than happy to attend to your matters, okay?â
âOkay, baby. Iâm sorry,â
âYou know, the time youâre using to say sorry couldâve been used to make up the kisses I havenât been receiving as often.â
And with that, Chris giggled, leaning in and capturing your lips into a passionate kiss. Even though the kiss was slightly salty due to the remenants of tears that streamed down, it was the sweetest thing Chris has ever tasted for the first time for quite some time.
summary: some self-indulgent fluff in regards of our flour boyâs birthday
warnings: none
authorâs note: hiiii! thank you for always sticking around although sometimes i tend to be inactive here, hehe. send me asks, requests or anything! they keep me going <3
It was eleven past fifty-three at night, and the two were seemingly driving off somewhere, but hell was it noisy. âAre you going to throw me out to the ocean? Or are you going to butcher me into bite-sized pieces for you to feast on later?â â those were the questions tumbling out of Hyunjinâs lips. Him being the passenger princess â or prince, happens once in a blue moon. But whenever it happens, he just canât seem to keep his mouth shut.
âI might do just that if you keep on spewing nonsense,â you threatened light-heartedly.
The two of you arrived at the beach, the place where you both seeked comfort, the place where you can finally have a peace of mind, the place where you can unwind.
âI really am concerned, love. What are we doing here in the middle of the night?â Hyunjin rambled, the cold wind biting through his sweater.
Looking back at his beloved, Hyunjinâs mind went into overdrive â there was his woman and the SUVâS boot displaying an array of gifts â from luxury bags, accessories, shoes, balloons, gift coupons, you mention it. Seeing the lack of response from your boyfriend, you panicked a little; did you do something wrong? Your train of thoughts were cut short when he felt his body enveloping yours in a warm hug, endless mutters of thank yous were heard, kisses were felt here and there.
âHappy birthday, handsome. May this be one of the many birthdays we get to spend together, hmm?â
âThank you, beautiful. I love you, so so much,â he replied. Loss with words, he leaned forward â capturing both of your lips into a dance full of affection.
Itâs been thirty minutes since the two of you sat and looked out into the darkness of the night, the occasional sounds of waves crashing accompanying them. Youâd be lying if you didnât feel a pair of eyes looking right at her the whole time, prompting a pink tint kissing your two cheeks. Gathering all the courage you had, you looked right back at him, reciprocating the stare full of fondness.
âYou know, you look like you have the stars in your eyes,â you blurted out, you may or may not have stared a tad bit too long at your belovedâs face and gotten a little bit love-drunk.
A small smile made its way to his pink lips, he replied, âThe stars you see in my eyes are the reflection of you â my bright and shining star, my one and only star.â
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summary: falling in love? sounds accidental, doesnât it?
authorâs note: hello! back with another blurb, Iâve been suuuuper busy so I decided to cook up something quick to share with you guys. happy reading!
The night sky displayed an array of stars, decorating the dark above them with twinkling orbs. It was comfortable â your head on his chest, fingers playing with each other.
âI donât think Iâm falling in love with you,â Chris whispered, still holding your figure with utmost care.
âPardon?â his question broke you out of your trance. You felt uneasiness knocking on the door leading to your own heart. Shifting a little, you made sure to look him into his two eyes â why can you still see the love?
âFalling sounds accidental,â he replied, moving away the hairs that fell neatly in front of your face.
Leaving a peck on your temple and pulling you into his embrace again, Chris noticed the confusion painted all over your face.
âI choose to love you. I choose to commit to you. To love every inch of you, every scar and flaw, every nook and cranny. Nothing accidental nor coincidential about that.â
summary: seungmin has a hard time saying things verbally and he hopes he can show love through his gestures
authorâs note: sorry for the inactivity! life has been kicking me in the ass đ i hope you guys enjoy this fic, requests are open so please send them in <3 happy reading!
Seungmin would never admit it, but he loves every aspect of you.
The feeling of your fingers carding through his soft hair, the way your lips would meet his first thing in the morning, the hug you give that never fails to distribute him strength, the way your eyes would light up when he mentions taking you out on a date â he could go on for hours.
But thatâs the thing; heâd avoid having to tell you he loves you. No, itâs just not he doesnât love you enough to tell you that, itâs a âhimâ issue. Seungmin would rather pull you close, erase any gap left between the two of you, throw an arm over your figure, just to keep you secure â just like what heâs doing now. Not forgetting to squeeze you once in a while, a habit the two of you found comforting and relished the warmth it offered. Giggles were emitted every time he kissed you here and there, a sound he wished that heâd be able to listen to everyday.
Savor the moment, they say, and thatâs exactly what heâs doing right now. Heâs more than delighted to come home to his one and only, to be able to spend time together with comfortable silence enveloping the two.
Seungmin will never admit it, but heâs falling deeper in love with you everyday.
hi!! if youre taking requests i hope its okay that i send this, inspired by this tiktok i saw (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRt2RQvw/), made me think of how authors write about reader dropping off food at the studio for skz when theyre stressed and overworked, but like in the video they maybe just take the food as a "sure, ill eat, whatever" then get caught throwing it away? sorry if its a weird request lol, i just love reading angst and hurt/comfort. it can be a reaction with all members or just as a solo with any one of them!
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genre: idol!minho. hurt/comfort. angry/protective!minho. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. lotss of angst. reader has long hair/fear of the salon. minho is protective in this one. reader's appt at the salon has a huge mishap. pet names (affectionately). lots of adorableness from minho.
word count: 3.7k
summary: for as long as you can remember, you've always hated going to the salon - always hated others touching your delicate hair. and now, as an adult, you want to change that... want to face your fears. but you've never had good luck, which becomes clearly apparent after your appointment at the salon.
a/n: this one goes out to all my girlies who have issues with their hair. i, myself, have very long hair and am very particular about the way that i take care of it. i hate salons lmao so i thought i'd write a quick, angsty minho hurt/comfort fic surrounding my own experiences/feelings. hope ya'll enjoy~ đĽ°
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 âYouâll text me when youâre done, kitten?â Your boyfriend Minho asked you, as he leaned in and pressed a tentative kiss against your forehead.Â
 âYeah, of course, baby.â You peered up at him, offering him an easy smile. Trying to play off your anxiety. For your shared day off, the two of you had chosen to run some errands together. Minho needed to pick up some new fitness gear he had purchased from a store near your shared apartment. And you⌠well, you had an appointment to get your hair cut.Â
 But honestly, you were fucking dreading it. Ever since you were a little girl, you had always held a lot of anxiety around the concept of going to the hair salon. Since, growing up, your mother had forced you to go to get your length trimmed once every three months, and you always threw a fit during such a time. You didnât like anyone else touching your hair - especially a strange man or woman who applied weird, smelly products to your locks afterward.Â
 Plus, you were very particular about the length of your hair. You didnât like to have any sort of fringe - your mother had had you try it out when you were in high school, and the continual swipe of your wispy hair had always irritated the sensitive skin on your forehead. You also didnât like having your hair super short, and instead opted to keep it at a length that reached just a little below your hips.Â
 It was excessive, you knew, from how downright obsessed you were with your hair and who was allowed to touch it. Then, to your surprise, Lee Minho had come into your life, and your qualms about such things somewhat dissipated. At first, you cringed whenever heâd touch your hair - even if he merely ran a few fingers through it. But, over time, with enough space given to you by him, and because he was so understanding and loving about the whole thing, you slowly started to open up to him; you slowly started to allow him such a privilege.Â
 And ever since, you two had never looked back. It seemed like every second he could get, your boyfriend had his hands buried in your hair - whether it was in a purely romantic or sensual way. He just loved your hair⌠the lusciousness of it, the length, the care that you took every day to keep it clean and healthy. Minho had told you on multiple occasions that he admired your attention to your long locks, how you washed them every few days in a particular way, and how you were always researching new and improved clean-beauty products to use on your hair.Â
 So, it came as a total surprise to him when you suddenly proclaimed that you had booked an appointment at a nearby hair salon. For a moment, he was completely thrown for one⌠because, his baby, wanting to get her hair touched by some random stranger? After she hadnât been to a salon since she was a freshman in university? Well, that was just so unlike youâŚÂ
 You didnât want to tell him, because you knew what heâd say, but in all honesty, you had suddenly felt motivated to go to the salon because you had seen some of your favorite hair influencers on Instagram recently get their hair trimmed. They made it look so easy - sitting there for hours, letting the stylists run their hands through their luscious locks, getting perms done and quirky, bright colours poured onto their scalps.Â
 But you had never been like them. And for once, you wanted to change that. You wanted to face your fears of the salon, walk in there with a proud face and head held high, and get something done - even if it was just a simple trimming of your ends. Which, you kind of desperately needed anyway. And, being the ever-supportive boyfriend that he was, Minho even decided to tag along with you on the day of your appointment since it conveniently aligned with the day off that he had been looking forward to for the past few months.Â
 It was a rarity, that you got to spend all day with your boyfriend since his schedule was always so jam-packed with photoshoots, recordings, and practices. So, you savoured the Wednesday afternoon spent with him, basking in the late-winter sunshine and clutching onto him as you traipsed through the many streets of your local neighborhood.Â
 And for a while, you almost forgot about your appointment altogether.Â
 But then Minho reminded you of it, and when you checked your phone, you read that it was close to three in the afternoon. You had set the appointment for three-thirty. So, in a hustle of anxiety, you yanked Minho along the side streets with you, following the GPS on your phone for directions.Â
 The two of you stopped just outside the shop, and you noticed the bustle of people inside. It was a good sign that it was so popular and busy, right?
 At your silence, you had felt a hand find yours, fingers squeezing between fingers gently. âYou know, you donât have to do this if you donât want to, darling,â Minho had said in a soft tone, tugging on your hand a little bit so that he caught your gaze. His eyes were dancing with a myriad of emotions, the predominant one being concern. Because you didnât have to say anything to tell him how you felt about it all. Minho mightâve been on the quieter side of things, but that didnât mean that he didnât know you like the back of his hand- that he couldnât read each of your innermost emotions without you ever having to voice them. âNo oneâs forcing you to get your hair done.âÂ
 âI know, babeâŚâ Your voice had trailed off, as you squeezed his hand back and offered him what you hoped was a reassuring smile. âBut, I need to do this. To prove to myself that itâs not that bad.âÂ
 He nodded, once. Then, he was tucking a few strands of your loose hair behind your ear, delicate pads of his fingers swiping across the warmth of your cheeks. âAlright, well, Iâll be waiting around until youâre done.â He gave your shoulder a tentative squeeze and flashed you a tiny smile before stepping away and letting you walk past.Â
 You trailed up the front steps of the salon, turning back to your boyfriend just as you took hold of the front doorâs handle. âWish me luck.â You said in a breathless voice, heart beating wildly against your ribcage, anxiety constricting your throat just a little bit.Â
 Minho gave you two thumbs up, a bright, reassuring grin spreading across his lips. âYouâre gonna do great, kittenâŚÂ love you.âÂ
 âThanks, and⌠I love you too.â You swallowed down the restlessness that had been steadily building up inside of you, finally pushing through the salonâs front doors.Â
 Almost immediately, you were overtaken by the strong scents of hairspray, lilac-rose shampoo, and powerful bleach. The noise was also elevated, as patrons and stylists alike chatted about life and talked about different hair techniques.Â
 Yup, nothing had changed since your childhood.Â
 âAndâŚÂ done. You can turn around now, Y/N.â Your stylist Rina said a few hours later. She was fairly nice, but you could tell that was new to the craft - probably fresh out of cosmetology school. She was quite flighty with her movements, doing quick, sharp cuts and washing your scalp pretty roughly.Â
 The entire time she worked on you, you had your eyes screwed shut. Trying to ignore the crawling icy fingers that laced up your spine at the very feeling of this near-stranger working on your hair. But somehow - by some miraculous miracle - you had managed to make it through the entire appointment.Â
 Slowly, you cracked your eyes open.Â
 And your heart immediately dropped into the pit of your stomach.Â
 Because the sight you found there left you too shocked and⌠and heartbroken to do anything else but just stare in utter disbelief.Â
 The person staring back at you wasnât you.Â
 It fucking wasnât.Â
 Not with the short, above-shoulder-length hair,Â
 Not with the thick fringe that spanned across your forehead,Â
 Not with the layers cascading down the sides of your face.Â
You had asked her for just a trim - you had asked her not to cut off a lot of your length, you had asked her for no fringe. But maybe, you hadnât. In your anxiety, maybe you hadnât said such things and decided to leave it up to her.Â
 But no, no, no, this wasnât right at all and-Â
âWhat do you think of it?â Rina asked in an elated, high-pitched voice. She was beaming down at you, admiring her work through the mirror.Â
 And at that moment, you didnât have the heart to tell her what you felt. The people-pleaser came out from deep inside of you, and you shoved down the rising panic, swallowing the coming tears. âI-Itâs great, but⌠I thought I asked for just a trim and no fringe?âÂ
 She waved a nonchalant hand in the air, âYeah, but I thought youâd look so much better with this style,â she reached forward, combing a hand through your hair and pulling apart your thick layers. âSee? The layers and fringe add so much more dimension to your hair⌠it looks amazing!â
 You barely managed to hold in your sobs, deciding on nodding slowly in agreement. âThanks, I love itâŚâ You said in a quiet voice, but Rina still heard you nonetheless and beamed with pride.Â
 In no time at all, you were up from your seat and paying at the front desk. The woman there admired your new look and praised you for how good it looked.Â
 You wanted to fucking vomit inside your mouth just then, but you held it all in. Just a little bit longer, just a little bit farther, and then you could let go and give in to your despair. Into the grief of losing such a big part of yourself - after all, you had been growing your hair out to such a long length since you were a newbie in university years before, and it was a key factor in your identity.Â
 But just like that, it was gone.Â
 In the blink of an eye,Â
 With just a few snips of a pair of scissors and some quick hands,Â
 Years of care and planning and admiringâŚÂ gone.
Most of all, you were dreading the thought of meeting up with your boyfriend after the appointment. But, what were you to do? Ignore him for the rest of the day - hide from him?Â
So, you did what you could only do at the moment, and texted him that you were ready to go. Not two minutes later, he replied with a âbe there soon.âÂ
 You sat down on a nearby bench just outside of the still-bustling salon, basking in the silence. The sky was slowly starting to darken with night, as it was nearing dinnertime. The absence of the weight of your long hair pulled at your heartstrings, and the oddity of your hair hanging in front of your forehead left you in an odd sort of limbo state between miserableness and pain.Â
 âKitten⌠is that you?âÂ
 The voice came out breathless, meant for only you to hear. And you turned to your right to see Minho stopped in his tracks just beside you, giving you the most peculiar look. It was a mask between surprise andâŚÂ worry.Â
 âY-Yeah, hiâŚâ You said meekly, as he came over to you and sat down on the other side of the bench.Â
 Minho studied your new look in quiet for a few beats, inspecting and adjusting to it all. âWow, baby⌠Iâm- Iâm so surprised by the style, I thought you wanted just a trim.âÂ
 You turned your face away from his then, not being able to handle the way his eyes softened in the wake of his surprise. âThe⌠the stylist said I needed a change, that this suits me better.âÂ
 âBut do you like it?âÂ
 And you grew silent from his question, telling your boyfriend all he needed to know about your answer. Your entire body froze up, your heart racing in the pit of your chest at such a big change to your entire persona and aesthetic.Â
 âBaby-â
 The breakdown started then,Â
 The tears freely flowing down your cheeks,Â
 The emotion warming your cheeks into a rosy-red colour,Â
 Chest pounding with your quick, rapid breaths.Â
 Your entire body shook, as Minho pulled you against him then. He wrapped two arms around you, holding you close to him by the waist, squeezing you tight to ground you down again and bring you back to the present. Your boyfriend gently caressed a hand down the length of your short hair, whispering sweet words of love into your ear.Â
 The two of you stayed like that for a long time, with him holding you, and you crying into his shoulder. But finally, when you had gained some semblance of control over yourself and the tears, you pulled away from his form slightly.Â
 âI-Iâm sorry, I donât know why Iâm crying⌠itâs not that big of a deal, itâs stupid.â You said, your voice a little shaky from all of the emotions jumbling around deep inside your stomach.Â
 Minho tilted your chin up with a gentle finger, meeting your gaze, âFirst of all, you donât have to apologize for anything, you did nothing wrong. Second, it is a big deal, darling - your hair is a huge part of your identity, and you having such a thing done to you isnât stupid.â One of his hands found yous, and he squeezed the skin of your palm gently. âThe stylist that did this to you is just downright cruel.âÂ
 And just like that, his entire demeanor shifted in front of your eyes. From one of comfort and heartbreak for you, to one of anger and appalment. His face darkened, jaw clenching tightly, pupils dilating in his rage. He was standing up from the bench in one fluid motion, so quick that you almost didnât catch onto his coat sleeve.Â
 You yanked at it, desperately trying to break through his daze of sudden wrath. âP-Please, Min, letâs just go home⌠donât want you to make a big fuss out of it.â You said in a frantic tone, pulling and pulling at his hand. Minho rarely got mad, but when he did - people better watch out. Usually, he only got mad on the rare occasion that the two of you would fight. But sometimes, it was on your part- for something that someone had done to you, and he saw fit to âput them back in their place.âÂ
Your boyfriend gave you a dark glare, but you knew that it wasnât leveled at you. It was leveled at the person that had caused you to cry. He hated seeing you cry. It always took a year off of his life, always killed him inside to see his better half - the love of his life - in such distress. âOh, I think this deserves a âbig fuss.ââ He said in a low voice before he was grasping for your hand and pulling you from the bench.Â
 And before you knew it, you both were storming through the front doors of the salon, already turning heads with the loud slam of the door.Â
 âWhereâs the woman who worked on my girlfriend?â Minho shouted out across the shop, and immediately, everyone froze up from the look that was adamant on his face. Which was pure, unbitten fury. Minho was clutching onto you, an arm wrapped protectively around your waist as he held your shaking form close to his side.Â
 Then, Rina appeared from somewhere near the back of the salon. She walked up to the two of you with hesitant footsteps. âHello, how can I help you?â She asked, offering a tight smile that bordered on a grimace of pain.Â
 âWere you the one who worked on my girlfriend?âÂ
 âYes, I was-âÂ
 âDo you have any fucking idea what youâve done to her?!â He was full-on shouting this time around, his voice raising so loud that it seemed to vibrate across the room. You could hear a pin drop just then, as all eyes were focused on you and your boyfriend. âHer hair was her identity- sheâs been growing it out for eight fucking years now! And then you have the audacity to ruin all of her hard work because you âthought sheâd look good with a different style.ââÂ
 He was downright seething, the anger seeming to pool out of him in waves of dark crimson. You were still quavering beside him, holding onto his elbow shakily, your focus on Rina as she stared on at the two of you with a jaw slacked in shock.Â
 Her bottom lip quivered with unbidden tears, as she was at a loss for words from such an outburst. âI-Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean to-â
 âYeah, Iâm sure you fucking didnât,â Minho said in a deathly-low voice, the deepness of it cascading down the length of your spine and sending an icy chill racing through your veins. âShe asked for a simple trim, not- this shit!â He wildly motioned to the new style of your hair, and all of your locks in their chopped glory.Â
 âWhat can I do to make it up to you?â Rina was soon asking, but she directed the question towards you, guilt bringing her shoulders down low and brow furrowed with distress. âHow can I fix this?âÂ
 âYou can start by giving us a full refund.â Your boyfriend spoke up for you, and honestly, you were grateful for him at that moment. You were still so overwhelmed by all of the changes, and his explosion of rage sent a curveball of surprise your way.Â
 Rina was bowing low then, mumbling another handful of apologies as she neared the front desk. Within no time at all, she had typed up something on the computer and had your info pulled up. âThe appointment has been fully refunded. Once again, I am so incredibly sorry.â Rina said, coming away from the desk and giving the two of you another deep bow of apology.Â
 âThanks.â You managed to get out in a quiet voice, words fluttering with strain on your tongue. You turned to your boyfriend, pulling at his sleeve, âCâmon Min, letâs just goâŚâ
 He fully turned to you, assessing all of the damage - noting the shaking in your shoulders and the pink on your cheeks, and the glossiness of your eyes. He nodded in surrender, before turning back to Rina. âAnd Iâll have you know that weâll never give this establishment any form of business in the future.âÂ
 Minho held you close as you shuffled out of the salonâs front doors. You could feel the stares of stylists and customers alike burning literal holes into your back as you left. It was so anxiety-inducing, you almost broke down again right there on the steps leading outside.Â
 When you guys had walked far enough down the street that the salon was out of view, Minho suddenly stopped the two of you. Your gazes locked, as his eyes roved over your form - testing, and judging your current state.Â
 âYou okay?â He asked, his voice returning to the delicate tone that he always used on you. It was sweet and gentle, and the way that he reached up to brush a few dried tears away from your warmed cheeks only made your heart leap even more in the pit of your chest.Â
 âY-Yeah, I think so, just⌠a little shaken up, thatâs all,â you peered up at him, and this time, when you smiled, the little thing was genuine. âThank you for doing that back there⌠I-I never wouldâve had the balls to say what I felt in front of all those people, let alone in a salon.âÂ
 Minho wrung both arms around your waist, your hips meeting together in the middle of the street. Leaning in slowly, he placed a tentative kiss against your lips. âOf course, kitten⌠Iâll always be here to be your voice when you canât find the strength to speak your thoughts.â You smiled against his lips and kissed him back with a tiny giggle bubbling out of you. âBy the way, I like the new look- itâs a big change, but it suits you nonetheless.âÂ
 You pulled away from him a little bit, carding a few delicate fingers through your freshly-washed, silky hair, âReally? You truly like it?â You stared up at him with big, wide eyes, utterly surprised by his admission.Â
 âMmhm- but donât get me wrong, I loved your old style too. But this⌠this is something new, and I like it just as much.â His arms around your torso squeezed a little tighter, as he nuzzled his nose into the thick of your hair and inhaled deeply, catching the scent of peach-and-lavender shampoo that the stylist had used on you. âAnd you smell amazing too- so lovely and beautiful.âÂ
 Laughing softly, you roped your arms around his neck, yanking his face close to yours and gently kissing him once more, âThanks, and⌠I think the new style is growing on me too.âÂ
 A bright smile cracked across Minhoâs lips at your confession, âGood- Iâm glad⌠my baby girl deserves to feel comfortable and confident in her skin, no matter what hairstyle she has.âÂ
 There you guys stood, in that empty, dark side street, late one Wednesday evening, basking in each otherâs presence. Holding onto each other for dear life, melting into one anotherâs grasps and kisses and precious touches.Â
 Maybe you werenât the best at voicing your opinion in times of distress,Â
 And maybe you still hadnât gotten over your fear of the salon,Â
 But at the end of the day, none of those things mattered.Â
 What mattered most was that you had Minho always by your side - your continual support, your continual voice of reason, your continual love,Â
 Always there, whenever you need him the most.Â
 Fin.
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