Who I write for : Stray Kids ! Only them for now but it might change in the future.
What I write : fluff, smut , hurt/comfort. I can write angst but everything I write will have a happy ending. I can write poly, ships (any pairing), fem!skz and hybrid au (as well as omegaverse I think? fluff or smut). I write soft stuff ! I try to always make gn reader (you/your pronouns) and there will always be an afab version and an amab version for the smuts. I write for all of the members. I don't write dub-con because I am uncomfortable with it.
Requests : Closed for now (probably a long time). (Keep in mind that I am a very very slow writer and that I also have stuff to write from my own ideas !)
Taglist (just ask me if you want to be added <3) : @giddyfatherchris & @0omillo0
(masterlist below the cut)
Masterlist :
Bang Chan :
· Comforting you when you self-harm? (hurt/comfort, mention of sh, please read the warnings it can be pretty triggering so don't force yourself to read, gn reader)
Lee Minho (Lee Know) :
· I don't want to go ! (fluff, crack, gn reader) || Part 2 [request] (fluff, hurt/comfort, slightly angsty)
· Sweet Fuckboy Part 1 (fluff, hurt/comfort ig, suggestive but no smut) || Part 2 [afab reader ver] & [amab reader ver] (fluff, smut, comfort/no hurt)
· Mintitties (hard thoughts ig, smut, dom gn reader)
Seo Changbin :
Coming one day 💟
Hwang Hyunjn :
· Whistle me to sleep (pure fluff, gn reader, extra short)
· Dirty Socks (fluff, crack, gn reader)
Han Jisung :
· Cuddle Buddies (pure fluff, gn reader)
· Wife (fluff, a little bit of crack and a tiny tiny bit of angst if you squint ig, gn reader)
Lee Felix :
Coming one day 💟
Kim Seungmin :
Coming one day 💟
Yang Jeongin (I.N) :
· Wdym You Were Drunk (fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint, gn reader)
About me :
· I am open to interactions (other than requests) through the asks and you can also send me private messages ! (please be respectful, I will be very happy to interact if you do ! <3)
· You can simply call me SamBi or Lucy <3
· I only write on Tumblr and I do it for fun.
· I don't think I really have an aesthetic yet but I might make one ig?
· My first language is French, not English !
· Hannie is my bias but I love all of Stray Kids !
Pairing : Hwang Hyunjin x gn!reader ; established relationship
Genre : fluffy fluff
Word count : 466 (the shortest thing I've ever written lmao)
Warnings : none, really. It's just incredibly sweet and cute
Author's note : I have like a thousand things in my drafts and I need to finish the part 2 of Sweet Fuckboy but here I am with this little thing that I wrote in one evening 🥲 ; thanks to my lovely friend @giddyfatherchris for helping me proofreading it ; inspired by this video but with the first picture on top in mind for Hyunjin's hair ; the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners
Tag list : @giddyfatherchris & @0omillo0 <3
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"Hyunjinie !" You call your boyfriend, already in your bed under the soft cover. You're all set up to go to sleep, pajamas on, teeth brushed and face clean. Only one thing is missing, and that is your lovely boyfriend.
You hear soft footsteps and then the little click of the door closing and you look up to see Hyunjin approaching you. He looks like a sweet puppy with his bareface and buzzed blond hair. You smile almost giddily as he gets under the blanket next to you, tucking it under his arm and propping his head on his palm to look at you fondly.
"Whistle me to sleep." You simply grin, said almost more like an order than a question, but it only makes him chuckle. You've been asking him that ever since you found out that he is the one who whistle in Grow Up. It's like he's lulling you to sleep, except he's whistling instead of singing. You wouldn't be opposed to him singing you to sleep, you'd love that actually and sometimes even randomly ask him to sing for you, but somehow whistling makes you feel like you're in one of those cliché movie, when it's the end and everything's okay again.
Hyunjin doesn't lay down completely, looking down at you with so much love it almost makes you blush.
"Anything for my baby.." He smiles, bringing his hand to your face and gently stroking your cheek. He takes a deep breath and the first notes of one of your favorite songs soon fill the room. You close your eyes and let your mind wander, picturing this exact same scene in a few years, just as domestic and sweet but when you're a little bit older.
You hear some shuffling next to you, and the mattress dips a little as Hyunjin settles next to you. He hasn't stopped whistling, only taking brief breaks to breath in. You reach out for him, eyes still peacefully closed, and he moves a little closer, letting your hand land on his head. You relax a little more as you run your fingers through his (very) short hair. It's so soft, you think to yourself, it's just like petting a puppy, and you chuckle at the thought. Hyunjin looks at you curiously, amused and fond as he keeps whistling for you.
"It's nothing. I was thinking about your hair, how it's just like caressing a puppy." You explain and he mirrors your happy smile.
He pecks your nose when he reaches the end of the soothing melody, your eyes fluttering closed automatically. You wiggle closer, resting your head on his chest and wrapping one arm around his waist as he holds you with his arm around your shoulder.
"I love you, baby. Good night.
— Sleep well my love."
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Pairing : Han Jisung x gn!reader ; established relationship
Genre : fluff, a tiny little bit of angst I guess? reader is just a bit anxious
Word count : about 1,750 (I never thought I would write that much)
Warnings : probably nothing lol. Talking about marriage if that's a warning? I didn't make it about a specific religion because marriage doesn't always have to be religious and I wanted to include as many people as possible. Plus I don't know a single thing about marriage.
Author's note : this was supposed to be out for Valentine's day but I'm 2 days late (^～^;)ゞ ; thanks to a lovely friend of mine for helping me proofreading it ; I know the title is "Wife" but I promise it's really gn reader ; the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners
Taglist : @giddyfatherchris & @0omillo0 <3
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You had been thinking about it for a while. Jisung and you have been dating for a few years now, you even moved in together. He is always the perfect boyfriend, taking care of you when you are happy and when you are not, making you laugh and comforting you. You did have a few arguments, but never anything big enough to threaten your relationship. He is always mature enough to stop before it gets too big. He always makes time for you, and the way he looks at you with all the fondness in the world is just another proof of his feelings for you. And in return, you love him just as much. You hold him when he's down, cook and and help him shower when he's too tired, attack his cheeks with kisses to cheer him up, and always give in to his pouty lips and boba eyes when he asks for 'just a tiny peck' and he ends up pulling you in for a few more 'or he will die'.
He likes to hold your hand pretty much all the time, but he gives you more space when he knows you need it. When he cooks, he always makes a little heart with some items on your plate. It can be with sauce, rice, vegetables, a scrambled egg, anything. It's silly, it can be on the whole dish or just a tiny one in the corner, but it's adorable. He knows your favorite drink, and is always proud to order it for you when you go out. He notices when you run out of something, and always makes a quick run to the nearest store to make a little stock. He sometimes sings you to sleep, and it is your favorite thing ever.
It's the little things that make your relationship so great, and you hope it's the same little things, with maybe some more added, that will keep you happy in your marriage. Because that is what you have been planning. You want to spend the rest of your life with him, and what better way than this to make it official. You know everybody doesn't have to get married, but you want to.
Planning your proposal took a little bit of thinking. You wanted to make something special, of course, but nothing too grand. You know Jisung would be uncomfortable with anything too big. You need a cozy place, at a moment when you are both relaxed (or at least he is), something sweet and personal. That is how you got the idea of a home date.
Jisung and you have started watching an anime together a few days ago because he insisted that you would like it. And so, this would be the evening when you would propose to him.
You have prepared everything. Today is your boyfriend's day off. You're pretty sure he noticed that you are more stressed than usual, and it's probably why he keeps being so so gentle with you, but you don't let that disturb you more. You appreciate his care more than anything, really, but you're too busy making sure everything is perfect to try to reassure him.
You get all of the snacks ready, set all the pillows and blankets perfectly on the sofa and check at least three times that all of the other details are exactly like you want them. You can then finally change into comfortable clothes like every time you organize a home date like this one, except this time you pay more attention to your appearance, taking more time to get ready in more depth to make yourself pretty for the special night.
When you come out, you can't help but feel a wave of affection at the sight of your boyfriend in his oversized warm hoodie and soft pair of sweats waiting for you. He looks a little tense too, probably because of how you have been stressed, and you'll have to help him relax. He's already sitting in the middle of all of the pillows. He immediately perks up at the sound of you entering the room and looks at you, a heart-shaped smile blooming on his face. He pulls up the cover so you can sit next to him and cuddle and he just looks so cute all excited but still slightly concerned about your nervous state.
You give him a soft, genuine smile before making yourself comfortable on the couch with him. You know you have to relax, at least so he can enjoy the show without worrying about you. So you give him a small peck in the lips, rest your head on his shoulder and start the episode.
Unfortunately, your resolution of being relaxed is soon forgotten as you think about what you are going to do tonight. What if he says no ? While preparing everything for today, you were more focused on choosing the right ring, right moment and place, and it's only now that your mind really drifts off to all of the failing possibilities. You're not focused on the anime anymore and it must be obvious because Jisung speaks up at the end of the episode.
"Jagi ? Are you okay ? You weren't even watching. he says in a slightly concerned tone, lips forming a small pout.
— I'm good, baby, sorry about that." you quickly reassure him. "I was just distracted. I'm thirsty right now, do you want something to drink too ?"
He simply nods, big doe eyes following you as you get up and go to the kitchen. Once there, you take a minute to compose yourself. You have to do it now. If you don't do it now, you won't do it tonight, and you don't know when you'll do it. You grab two glasses for your boyfriend and yourself, pour the drinks and take them in one hand. With your other hand, you carefully take the little box that you had hidden earlier and slip it in your pocket. This is definitely not as romantic as what you had planned. You have been anxious all night and you don't even know if Jisung enjoyed it that much. Maybe a regular date out in a restaurant would have been better ?
You shake your head. You would have been just as anxious in a restaurant anyway, except it would have been in public. Now is okay. You take a deep breath and go back to the living room where your boyfriend is waiting for you. You set the drinks down on the table next to your snacks and Jisung is quick to pull the soft blanket up again so you can sit next to him. But this time you don't.
"Before we continue our date there is something I want to tell you. Or ask you." great, first sentence and you already sound stupid. But Jisung doesn't seem to think the same way because he takes your hand as a silent encouragement. "I... I have been thinking about it for a while now. You make me happy, so so happy. Every day when I wake up, you're there with me. You are kind, you are funny, you are gentle, you are strong, you are cute, you are smart, you are creative, you are very too, and there is still so much more. Every moment I spend with you is full of happiness and I want it to last forever." now this is smoother.
You clumsily get on one knee in front of your boyfriend, shaky hands gripping the small box firmly. "So, Han Jisung, will you marry me ?" you see his eyes fill with tears and you hope they are happy tears. "Will you stay with me and be my wife ?"
Silence.
Will he be your wife ? You are so stupid.
"M-my husband ! My husband ! Will you be my husband ! Oh my gosh..." you cover your face with your hands, mortified. How could you make such a dumb mistake when you are fucking proposing to your boyfriend ? The silence is deafening until a laugh which you love is heard. Warm hands grab your wrists and pull them away from your face.
"Baby, it's okay ! If anything it makes it even better." he says while laughing. "I never thought this would happen tonight, but I couldn't be happier." his eyes get watery again. "You are the love of my life, jagi, I want to marry you."
You smile brightly, squeezing him in your arms as tightly as you can. You kiss him with all the love you have for him, your tears of joy mixing with his, before you gasp and pull away. You quickly get back in your previous position and grab your little box again, looking up at your boyfriend– no, your fiancé. You slide the ring on his finger and he entwines your hands.
"So.. what color do you think my dress should be at the wedding ?" he chuckles as he pulls you closer. "I have to look pretty when I officially become you wife !" he teases.
— It was a mistake ! you whine as you hide your face in his shoulder.
— You're so cute. I know you like when I wear a skirt, maybe I should do it more often...
— Stop it !" you cover his mouth with your hand, embarrassed. "... Though I wouldn't hate it." you mumble. He is indeed very pretty in a skirt.
He chuckles again and gently removes your hand from his face. His eyes are still a little moist from his tears of earlier, but you know they were good ones.
"Noted." he says softly, looking at you with a fond gaze. "Is that why you were so nervous earlier ?" he asks and you nod. "Okay. I was a little worried. But it was worth it, I'm your fiancé now !" he grins.
You both stay there for a little while, trying to process that you are engaged now, that he isn't just your boyfriend anymore. You still have lots of time to plan a wedding, so neither of you think about it. You just cuddle peacefully and eventually watch the episode again so you can actually follow the story. It's impressive how quickly you went back to usual. You're cuddling just like you normally do, and from the outside it probably looks like nothing is different, but you know that something between you changed, in a good way. You have the promise of a forever, and you can't wait to call him your husband.
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anybody want to write me some chan comfort? maybe some.. reader who self harms comfort? (totally not for me it’s for a friend) some texts? a drabble? anything? 🤲🏻 *shakes empty tin can*
Warnings : self-harm, depressive thoughts, hiding sh, use of a razor blade, mild blood, cuts but they're taken care of, probably some more but I can't think of everything rn. The beginning is triggering asf, but I tried to make the comfort extra good. Do not read if it is bad for you, the priority is always your comfort and mental health. It's okay to not be okay and know that you are not alone. There are always people you can reach out to, including me. My dms are always open <3
Note : This drabble was written between 4 and 6am and not beta read, so it's probably very messy. And sweetheart Emmy if this isn't the kind of comfort you are looking for, please tell me. And do not force yourself to read it if the beginning is too harsh. I can make something else, or find something for you. Whatever you want 🩵
When was the last time you were clean ? You don't really know anymore. You remember that you once had stopped for a month. A whole month ! But how long ago was that ? You don't know. You don't think it even really matters now. Because it isn't now.
Your boyfriend doesn't know. You never told him, doing your best to hide it. But why would you tell him ? He would only feel guilty. Chan is an angel, and to be honest you didn't really know how he was your boyfriend. But as caring and loving as he was, the man was also incredibly selfless, at an unhealthy amount. You didn't want to worry him, didn't want to make him feel like you were cutting yourself because of him. It wasn't the case. At all. If anything, he was the reason you still smiled. But that probably wouldn't be what he'd think about if he ever found out. So you kept it a secret, carefully hiding and lying.
You had been doing it for such a long time, it wouldn't even really change anything anyway, right? You were hiding it for his sake. You have been feeling sad, empty, but he doesn't need to know that. He already has so much pressure on himself, he doesn't need someone to add another worry.
That's what you kept thinking about, what you kept telling yourself every time you couldn't take it anymore and used that damn razor blade to hurt yourself.
Today unfortunately wasn't an exception. The day had been harsh. You honestly felt like shit. Why do you always do everything wrong? What is wrong with you? Tears are burning your eyes as you push the door open. You're home, finally home. But it's not even that much of a relief. The day is over, yes, but now you are alone with your thoughts, your tears and that little piece of metal. You weakly close the door behind you, taking a single step before your legs give out. You fall on the floor, and that's when the breakdown comes.
All you can do is cry, loudly so. You shakily wrap your arms around yourself, but you don't know if it helps. The tears keep flowing as you sob, every clear thought melting in a cry of pain and of despair. Why is it always like this? You clutch your own shirt, trying to ground yourself, but it is of no use right now. It takes you several minutes to calm down, cheeks wet, nose red and puffy, breath irregular and eyes still not dry.
You could go to your bedroom and hold a pillow, make yourself cozy under the warm blanket and wait for Chan. You could cry in his arms when he gets back, pretend today is especially hard, worse than any other day, and use that to get comfort for him. You could do all of that. But it's too late. You're too overwhelmed. The ache is too strong. You need to get this out, now.
You slowly walk to the bathroom on unsteady feet, your vision too blurry to walk straight anyway. You open the door, turn on the lights, step in. It doesn't even take you 10 seconds to find it. It's right there, in your hidden spot. You look at the blade. It's so small. Your bottom lip trembles again at the sight, soon, there's going to be a little bit of red on it.
Chan's busy at the studio. You don't expect him home for a few more hours. You take of your shirt and look at yourself. The fresh cuts, the old scars, the one covered with a little bandage. You close your eyes and bring your hand to the usual place, and then you're doing it. You're adding new marks, new red little lines. It hurts, it's painful, but it feels good, relieving too. You cry a little harder. Why are you so messed up? You feel it on your skin, and it somehow makes your heart feel lighter and heavier at the same time. You sob louder, filling the seemingly absolute silence of the house. That's all you can focus on, your own cries, your own pain. There's nothing else. Just you, your raw feelings, your raw cuts. Until the door opens.
Chan's home early. Chan's home early and he just opened the bathroom door.
Why is he there? It's too early! How did he get there without you hearing? Why hasn't he made a noise before? You didn't have time to hide. Why is he there now? Why when you're at your worst? Doing the one thing you swore he'd never know about? Why would he come back earlier specifically tonight? Why hasn't he moved yet? Why isn't he saying anything?
So many questions, so many thoughts your brain is throwing at you. Part of you is screaming for you to move, do something, run away. But you can't, you're frozen.
You get some control of your mind back and start bracing yourself for the worst, for scolding, disappointment, anger, guilt, anything. And then Chan does something you weren't expecting. Chan takes one step, looks at your wet eyes for a second and wraps his arms around you. He doesn't say anything, just holding you close, shielding you from everything. Shielding you from the world outside and shielding you from yourself inside. His embrace is warm, strong, familiar, and soon enough you find yourself sobbing into his chest. The razor blade falls from your hand as you cling on him with your whole being, not caring about the little blood staining his hoodie. Neither of you could care less about it at the moment.
He just lets you cry your heart out into him, giving you all of him, his love, through his strong hold on you. He rubs your back and cradles the back of your head, silently comforting you.
"We're going to clean this up, okay ?" He says softly once you have calmed down enough, his voice somehow weaker than what you're used to.
He doesn't pull away until you nod against him, and even then, he is incredibly gentle as he makes you sit on the toilet seat, keeping your hands in his. He tenderly kisses your forehead before freeing on of his hands to reach for some cotton and disinfectant, his other one reassuringly stroking yours with his thumb. He carefully cleans all of your cuts, carefully kissing each one after he is done with them before applying some cream and a little bandage. He also whispers sweet words of encouragement and praise on between, reminding you of how strong you are, how well you're doing by letting him do that for you. He knows the disinfectant isn't nice, so he makes sure to let you know that you're being brave, fighting the tingling pain of the liquid.
When he's all finished, you watch him caress your hurt skin, slowly traveling his fingers up, giving attention to every bruise, until he's cupping your jaw and making you look at him.
"Baby.." His voice is gentle, just like his touch. "I love you. You are the kindest person I know, the strongest, the one I want to spend my life with. You deserve all the happiness in the world." He starts, looking in your eyes with all the love and the care of a man who would do anything to make his lover smile. "I'm here for you, always. I'm sorry you've been feeling so bad that you felt like you needed to do that. I wish I could have helped you before, but it's done now, and it isn't something to be ashamed of. I'm not disappointed in you for not telling me, okay ? I know how hard it is. And it should have been me figuring it out before. You did nothing wrong. I love you, baby. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. You are infinitely precious to me. I would do anything to make you happy. It's okay if you're not feeling well, it's okay if it's hard. But I want you to tell me. I will always be here. I know I'm busy, but I can always make time for you, come home earlier or take a few minutes to call you. Please my love, tell me. Tell le what's making you so sad. When you're feeling down, overwhelmed, upset, I want you to tell me. I will always take care of you. Not because I have to but because I want to."
Chan has always been good with words, he has always known just what to say to make you feel better, make you feel that you can trust him. But in this moment, you are reminded of just how perfect he is for you. You don't know when your eyes filled with tears again, but it doesn't matter when Chan's thumb is already wiping them away as he smiles at you. His beautiful brown eyes are so sincere, and you know he means everything he just said.
You stretch your arms out for him and he doesn't miss a beat to wrap you in a warm hug again. He tucks your head under his head and buries his face into your hair, letting you soak his shirt a little more. "I'm here. I love you. I know it's hard, I know it's difficult, but I'll always be here. For you, with you. I can help you, I want to. Together, we can do anything. I'm just one word away." he whispers against your scalp.
He rocks you slowly, keeping you in his comforting embrace for as long as you need. Once he's calmed you down a second time and allows himself to pull away slightly, his face immediately softens at the way you look up at him. He smiles brightly and you give him back a weaker but just as as sincere smile. You're safe with him now. The thought crosses both of your minds at the same time, though not exactly in the same way, and starting from now everything feels a little blurry for you, your brain soft like cotton and willing to let Chan take care of you.
And that's exactly what he does. He helps you into your pajamas, stealing a few quick kisses on the way ; he takes a few minutes to brush your hair as well with great delicacy, making sure to do it correctly without pulling your hair ; and then he leads you back to your shared room, making you sit on the bed before he kneels in front of you gently.
"Wanna cuddle? You look so exhausted baby." He asks in the sweetest voice, squeezing your hands in his lightly when you nod. "Alright, can you give me just one second? I forgot something in the bathroom. Try to make yourself comfortable with the pillows, blankets and stuffies, yeah?" You nod again and he smiles, quickly pecking the tip of your nose.
He looks back once as he goes back to the bathroom, eyes softening as he sees you doing exactly what he told you to. He pushes the door back open and scans the room for a second before he finds what he's looking for. He crouches down to pick it up, looking at your razor blade with a mix of so many feelings. But he doesn't want to explore them, he's just here to clean it up before you both forget about it and end up accidentally walking on the thing, which he would like to avoid. He removed the blood and cleans it more thoroughly before setting it down on the counter. You will both have to talk about this more, he knows it. But it is not a conversation for right now. Because right now, his baby needs him and is waiting for him.
When he enters the bedroom again, he finds you perfectly settled under the cover, head resting on Chan's pillow and a soft stuffie in your hands. He can't help but smile. He quickly joins you on the bed, slipping under the cover and immediately wrapping his arm around your waist.
"Is my pillow comfy? I have a better one for you if you want." He teases gently, chuckling as you immediately pick up on what he means and already start moving. It takes a little bit of adjusting, but soon enough Chan is laying on his back, a little koala on his side. Your head is resting on his chest now, and the slow rhythm of his heartbeat is somehow soothing, grounding. It's constant, soft and another little reminder that Chan is here, with you, for you.
He runs his fingers through your hair tenderly, occasionally scratching your scalp or massaging it. "We're not going to have a long talk today, okay?" He starts, immediately feeling you tense up and then relax against him. "Tonight is just about comforting you. Because you deserve it. You deserve all the comfort and the love in the world. And I want to be the one to provide you that." He stops for a minute, bringing his other hand up to stroke your cheek. "I will not ask much today, it's not the right time, we are both exhausted. But I will ask you one thing." He pauses to let his words sink in, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please, tell me when it happens. When you feel like that, please tell me. Beforehand, during it or afterwards if it's too hard. But I want to know. I want to know when it gets worse and I want to be there to help you. I don't care if you tell me about it often, I don't care how long it lasts. You are not a bother. If you are sad every day, then I want to be there for you every day." His voice is so gentle, so full of love and care. You both know it's going to be hard, but in this second, with him holding you like this, everything feels easy, everything feels possible. "Promise?" He asks in a whisper. You nod softly, bringing your hand up and holding your pinky out. He smiles before mirroring your actions, looking at you fondly. "Promise." You reply.
This isn't much and I don't know if it is what you need, nor do I know if you'll like my writing, especially since this was made in the middle of the night without beta reading, but I hope it helps 🫂🩵 you deserve the world and you are a lovely person. If there is anything else I can do, no matter what it is, please tell me 🫶
warnings: reader had a nightmare but nothing scary is mentioned, reader is called baby, a few kisses, very brief mentions of food and being hungry.
an: i wrote this for my friend @omgsecretsecret 🥺 i hope that’s okay. this totally isn’t why i was asking if you would prefer han comfort or chan comfort. hehe it’s just some fluffy, cuddly comfort and i hope it makes it to the list. 🩷🫂
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you woke with a start. your heart was beating out of your chest, your breathing ragged. you frantically looked around the room, palm to your chest. your comforting bedroom surrounded you. it was just a dream. everything was fine. still your heart raced.
you looked over, your boyfriend was sound asleep in his usual spot. his faded blue hair fell in his eyes, his mouth slightly open, his round cheeks just begging to be pinched. you smiled. you laid back down, pulling the blanket up to your chin. you closed your eyes and tried your best to go back to sleep. but the nightmare kept flashing before your eyes. you opened them again, staring at the ceiling.
the house creaked, causing you to jump. you were still a little frightened, still on edge. and now, you were afraid to close your eyes. you pouted. you were so tired. you just wanted some sleep. your boyfriend snored softly next to you, not a care in the world. he’s so cute. you rolled over to face him. you snuggled closer, taking in his body heat. you got as close as you could without disturbing him. being this close to him brought you a little peace. he was warm, and he smelled so good. he smelled like.. him. like your hannie.
clinging to his arm, you let sleep pull your eyes closed again. but as soon as it was dark, the images played on your eyelids. your body jolted again, out of your control. your boyfriend made a soft gasp sound as he woke up. you felt terrible for waking him and it took him a moment to come to his senses.
he looked down at you, clinging to his arm, eyes wide. he wiggled his arm free from your grasp and raised it, allowing you to snuggle against his chest instead, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “baby, why are you awake?” he mumbled, groggily.
“i had a bad dream..” you said against his skin. you delicately traced his tattoo with your fingertip.
he held you tighter. “aw.. baby i’m sorry. did you try to go back to sleep?” he rubbed your arm gently, his fingers causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
you nodded. “yeah but i keep seeing it over and over in my head.”
he yawned, stretching his body slightly. “how long have you been awake?”
“uh..” you continued tracing the ink in his skin, satisfied after you had traced all of the letters. “i don’t know. maybe like.. thirty minutes?”
he groaned. “babyyyy” he whined. “you should have woken me up.” he held you tighter, kissing the top of your head.
“i couldn’t.” you explained. “you looked so cute and sleepy. and you have a long day ahead. you need your rest.”
“yeah but i don’t want you to be alone and scared.” his voice was still thick with sleep but he was slowly waking up. “you can always wake me up. then maybe if we’re up together, you won’t be so scared.”
he looked down at you, and you looked up at him. his brown eyes were soft and his hair was a mess. “okay?” he asked.
you smiled and nodded. “okay, hannie.”
he kissed your lips softly. and then again. and again. quick, cute, little morning pecks.
it was still pretty early. the sun still hours from coming up. “so what do you want to do? want to watch a show?” he asked.
you thought about it for a moment. you let your head rest against his chest, his warm skin bringing you comfort. you loved being next to him. “yeah a show might be ni—“
your sentence was cut off by the rumbling in his tummy. you lifted your head off of him, and stared as he brought his hand to his stomach. “i’m a little hungry.” he confessed, embarrassed.
you giggled. “well then let’s get up. i’ll make you some breakfast.”
you pushed yourself up, only to be yanked back down. he held you tightly. “not yet.” he said. he gently guided your head back to his chest. “just a few more minutes.”
you wrapped your arm around his middle and squeezed him. trying to get as close as possible, letting his warmth and his scent envelop you. he sighed contentedly.
you would both get up and start your day soon. make some breakfast and head your separate ways for the day, but for now.. you just held each other. and you felt so safe, and loved, and you agreed with him. you just wanted to enjoy it for a few more minutes.
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I'm going to cry, like for real, I'm sleepy and emotional and now I have this. You're the sweetest. How did I not guess??
Of course it's okay! That's the nicest thing ever. I love it so so so much. You really had no reason to be nervous about it <3 not only does it make it to the list but it's clearly going to be pinned at the top.
I genuinely don't even have the words. "It's not going to be too lengthy" that is more than a long enough fic to me! And I love it!!! Thank you 🩵🩵
Hi!! I’m here just to send you some love 💓💞💞💞💓💓💞💞💞💘💕💖
I really appreciate your comms and opinions on my stories and I think you’re really nice 🫶🏻
xoxo take care of yourself!
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I really love what you write and the way you do it! I haven't gone through your whole masterlist yet but I plan on doing it and from what I have read, I really love it <3
Don't put too much pressure on yourself about posting, writing should be something fun and not stressful. Take your time, we're here anyway! If you want to change a bit the way you write because you're not satisfied with what you currently do, we will support you! And it's okay to ask for a bit of help about that <3 I don't say this because I want you to change your writing style though! I really love your writing style the way it is right now. I just want you to know that we will support you no matter what you want to do 🫶
Thank you! And take good care of yourself too 💟💖
(look at the tags pls, I tend to write in them too ^^)
Pairing : Lee Minho x gn!reader ; established relationship
Genre : angsty, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending
Word count : about 930
Warnings : phobia of needles ; crying ; panick attack ig (idk if it's exactly one)
Author's note : I'm so sorry for taking so much time to post it but it's out now for Christmas (btw merry christmas to everybody who celebrates it and happy day to everyone doesn't <3) and I hope you'll like it ; lots of love and bisous to @giddyfatherchris for helping me ; the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners
Request : « Can you do a part 2 of the don't want to go lee known fic, where lee know comforts the character while getting a shot, the character cries too, maybe puts up a fight because she doesn't want to get a shot? Lee know tries to keep distracted. » by @200billionlightyearsaway
Masterlist || Part 1
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Honestly, you are happy to have Minho with you, his presence is always reassuring. But at the same time, it's so embarrassing. How could a grown-up like you need their boyfriend to go to the doctor? You feel so childish.
You don't notice the way he's looking at you with slight concern, but you do feel him taking your hand. You smile at him and he simply squeezes your hand. You give your name to the secretary for the appointment, then go in the waiting room. Everything seems so slow, you feel like you're waiting forever. Why are doctors always late?
When you are finally called, you don't even know if you are relieved to leave the room full of sick people or if you want to run away even more. You tense up as you enter the medical room and Minho's hold on your hand tightens.
It's like you're not completely there when the doctor asks a few questions, letting Minho answer as you try to handle the anxiety threatening to overwhelm you. You feel so stupid. Why are you so damn scared of a simple fucking needle ?
Minho has to call your name three times to finally get you to react. You blink a few times before slowly getting up, your movement almost shaky. Your body feels weak as you walk to the examination chair and you are just unable to let go of your boyfriend's hand. The sound of your own heartbeat pulsing in your ears and your already heavy breathing covers everything else around you. You can't see the look of worry on Minho's face as your eyes get glassy, but when you hear the doctor pulling out the needle, you break down.
You instinctively grip his arm as you can't hold back the tears that immediately fill your eyes, looking up at him with genuine distress. You can't do this. You don't know why you react so strongly, but you just can't keep it together. You suddenly start crying, pulling on Minho's arm and messily begging him to get you out of here. You don't care about what the doctor might think of you anymore, all you want is to go home.
"Baby, baby... It's okay. Calm down, love. Just calm down. he whispers sweetly as he cups your face and crouches down to be at your eye level, but it doesn't help.
— No it's not ! I can't just fucking calm down ! You think I do this on purpose ? You think it's easy ? I can't –"
You want to keep talking, keep telling him how you feel, how wrong he is, but you can't. A loud sob interrupts you and you just can't speak anymore. You cower down and cover your face as you cry, vainly attempting to suppress your sobs. Of course you know you should calm down, of course you know your reaction is disproportionate, but you can't control it.
Minho's heart clenches at the sight. He hates seeing you in this state, but it's not like he's going to blame you. He lets out a soft, pained sigh before carefully wrapping his arms around you. He holds you gently, with all the love of a man who only wants to comfort his partner.
You bury your face into his neck, shaky hands coming up to clutch his shirt lightly. He doesn't say a word, simply holding you close and rubbing your back. In a last surge of resistance, you weakly whisper that you want to leave, even trying to get up but it's halfhearted. You know you have to take that damn shot. Minho just keeps you there when you try to move, pressing you against his chest.
"Baby ? You're going to get the shot okay ? You can do it, baby. I won't let go of you, I'll be right there. You can cling on me all you want. But we have to do it, okay ?" he whispers softly without pulling away.
You don't reply, don't nod, but your lack of protests serves as a silent agreement. Minho kisses your forehead lightly in encouragement before looking at the doctor and nodding for her to go ahead. He talks you through it, keeps you close and lets you squeeze him, not even reacting when you dig your nails into his shoulder.
The doctor puts down the empty needle, patiently waiting for you both to be done. Minho tries to be a bit quick as to not make her wait too much, but still takes his time to make sure that you're fine.
"Are you okay kitten ?" he asks softly, watching as you nod weakly.
He presses a small, tender kiss to your lips before turning to the doctor, keeping your hand in his. You hear him apologize to the doctor, but she's quick to reassure him. Kids are way worse, and we can't control our phobias. Minho gives her a soft smile before paying, grateful for her understanding.
He looks at you again and his gaze softens with love when his eyes meet yours. You look drained, exhausted even, and honestly you are. He helps you get up, bows towards the doctor and leads you out. He holds your hand all the way to the car, only letting go when you are settled in your seat so he can go to his own.
"You're okay. he says softly.
— I love you. you reply and he chuckles at the suddenness of the declaration, a mix of amusement and fondness filling his heart.
— Me too, kitten. So much." He whispers before kissing you gently.
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do not repost, translate or rewrite without my written authorisation
Pairing : Lee Minho x gn!reader ; established relationship
Genre : angsty, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending
Word count : about 930
Warnings : phobia of needles ; crying ; panick attack ig (idk if it's exactly one)
Author's note : I'm so sorry for taking so much time to post it but it's out now for Christmas (btw merry christmas to everybody who celebrates it and happy day to everyone doesn't <3) ; lots of love and bisous to @giddyfatherchris for helping me ; the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners
Request : « Can you do a part 2 of the don't want to go lee known fic, where lee know comforts the character while getting a shot, the character cries too, maybe puts up a fight because she doesn't want to get a shot? Lee know tries to keep distracted. » by @200billionlightyearsaway
Masterlist || Part 1
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Honestly, you are happy to have Minho with you, his presence is always reassuring. But at the same time, it's so embarrassing. How could a grown-up like you need their boyfriend to go to the doctor? You feel so childish.
You don't notice the way he's looking at you with slight concern, but you do feel him taking your hand. You smile at him and he simply squeezes your hand. You give your name to the secretary for the appointment, then go in the waiting room. Everything seems so slow, you feel like you're waiting forever. Why are doctors always late?
When you are finally called, you don't even know if you are relieved to leave the room full of sick people or if you want to run away even more. You tense up as you enter the medical room and Minho's hold on your hand tightens.
It's like you're not completely there when the doctor asks a few questions, letting Minho answer as you try to handle the anxiety threatening to overwhelm you. You feel so stupid. Why are you so damn scared of a simple fucking needle ?
Minho has to call your name three times to finally get you to react. You blink a few times before slowly getting up, your movement almost shaky. Your body feels weak as you walk to the examination chair and you are just unable to let go of your boyfriend's hand. The sound of your own heartbeat pulsing in your ears and your already heavy breathing covers everything else around you. You can't see the look of worry on Minho's face as your eyes get glassy, but when you hear the doctor pulling out the needle, you break down.
You instinctively grip his arm as you can't hold back the tears that immediately fill your eyes, looking up at him with genuine distress. You can't do this. You don't know why you react so strongly, but you just can't keep it together. You suddenly start crying, pulling on Minho's arm and messily begging him to get you out of here. You don't care about what the doctor might think of you anymore, all you want is to go home.
"Baby, baby... It's okay. Calm down, love. Just calm down. he whispers sweetly as he cups your face and crouches down to be at your eye level, but it doesn't help.
— No it's not ! I can't just fucking calm down ! You think I do this on purpose ? You think it's easy ? I can't –"
You want to keep talking, keep telling him how you feel, how wrong he is, but you can't. A loud sob interrupts you and you just can't speak anymore. You cower down and cover your face as you cry, attempting in vain to suppress your sobs. Of course you know you should calm down, of course you know your reaction is disproportionate, but you can't control it.
Minho's heart clenches at the sight. He hates seeing you in this state, but it's not like he's going to blame you. He lets out a soft, pained sigh before carefully wrapping his arms around you. He holds you gently, with all the love of a man who only wants to comfort his partner.
You bury your face into his neck, shaky hands coming up to clutch his shirt lightly. He doesn't say a word, simply holding you close and rubbing your back. In a last surge of resistance, you weakly whisper that you want to leave, even trying to get up but it's halfhearted. You know you have to take that damn shot. Minho just keeps you there when you try to move, pressing you against his chest.
"Baby ? You're going to get the shot okay ? You can do it, baby. I won't let go of you, I'll be right there. You can cling on me all you want. But we have to do it, okay ?" he whispers softly without pulling away.
You don't reply, don't nod, but your lack of protests serves as a silent agreement. Minho kisses your forehead lightly in encouragement before looking at the doctor and nodding for her to go ahead. He talks you through it, keeps you close and lets you squeeze him, not even reacting when you dig your nails into his shoulder.
The doctor puts down the empty needle, patiently waiting for you both to be done. Minho tries to be a bit quick as to not make her wait too much, but still takes his time to make sure that you're fine.
"Are you okay kitten ?" he asks softly, watching as you nod weakly.
He presses a small, tender kiss to your lips before turning to the doctor, keeping your hand in his. You hear him apologize to the doctor, but she's quick to reassure him. Kids are way worse, and we can't control our phobias. Minho gives her a soft smile before paying, grateful for her understanding.
He looks at you again and his gaze softens with love when his eyes meet yours. You look drained, exhausted even, and honestly you are. He helps you get up, bows towards the doctor and leads you out. He holds your hand all the way to the car, only letting go when you are settled in your seat so he can go to his own.
"You're okay. he says softly.
— I love you. you reply and he chuckles at the suddenness of the declaration, a mix of amusement and fondness filling his heart.
— Me too, kitten. So much." He whispers before kissing you gently.
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🤫 there will be a bonus part soon, tell me if you want to be tagged
do not repost, translate or rewrite without my written authorisation
Genre : fluff ; crack ; a liiiiiittle bit siggestive if you squint
Word count : about 650
Warning : mention of needles (for vaccines) ; making out
Author's note : I know this isn't great but I had fun writing it ಥ‿ಥ ; the pics on top are not mine credits to the owners ; lots of love to my sweet @nmn-yty for helping me <3
Prompts : from the list made by @quokkareactions
54. "Get in"
"No"
"Get in"
"No"
"Now"
"Make m..."
"Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."
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47. "Why am I on the ground?"
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You hate needles. You have always hated needles, these pointy little things made for injecting some products in your body. No, thank you. So when you checked your health booklet and saw that you need to get three vaccines done, you were not happy. Hopefully (or not), your lovely boyfriend is here to make (force) you to go to the doctor.
Right now you are in front of the car, he is trying to get you in the car but you keep refusing stubbornly. You are not going there.
"Are you serious right now ? You're like a kid ! he groans, getting frustrated.
— And ? I don't want to go ! you protest, crossing your arms indeed like a sulking child.
— But you have to ! he replies before sighing. Come on, just get in.
— No.
— Get in.
— No.
— Now.
— Make m...
— Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."
You raise a brow. You are in a provocative mood right now, and this definitely made you curious about what he would do. So yes, you are going to try it.
"Bet ? Make. Me. you look at him with a smug look and he isn't even surprised.
— Alright, babe." it's all he says before gently pinning you against the car, trapping you between his strong body and the door.
His eyes travel between your lips and your eyes as he inches closer to you. You're confused, but you'd never refuse a kiss to the hottest man on earth which happens to be your boyfriend. If what he plans on doing to make you regret your sentence is kissing you, you're not complaining. He gently cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb, yet he doesn't move closer to connect your lips yet. No, he stays like this, purposely making you wait. He smirks as you start pulling him towards you and finally kisses you.
It's slow at first, just to make you want more as he barely moves his lips. But as you get more and more impatient, he finally starts kissing you as you want. He gently pins you against the car, and you let out a surprised whimper. He kisses you more passionately, knowing how much he affects you. He pushes one of his thick thighs between yours as you close your eyes and grip his shoulder. Everything feels hot as he parts his lips as a request to deepen the kiss. You eagerly open your mouth, letting your tongues meet as he grabs your waist with one hand, the other one holding your wrist. It's all so good, but of course Minho is Minho and it can't last long.
You feel him pulling on your arm and tip you over his shoulder, and the next thing you know you're laying on the floor as he looks down at you with a smirk. You're not hurt though, it just made your butt a little bit sore. He carefully made sure to not just throw you down. But still. What the fuck ?
"Why am I on the ground ? you ask with a mix of confusion and annoyance. We were making out !
— I know, I was there. he replies in an almost mocking voice. I warned you. Now get in the car now."
You pout, not very happy, but choose to behave and get in. He sits next to you in the driver seat, watching you while you refuse to look at him. He chuckles at your sulking, you really are just a cute baby.
"But if you're good while we're with the doctor, maybe I'll let you kiss me as much as you want. Sounds good ? he offers as he turns on the car, making you look at him cautiously.
— Yeah... Okay. you mumble and he laughs again. Don't laugh ! I'm gonna kiss you so much you'll regret offering that. you protest, making him raise a brow.
— Sure."
You may be a little annoying sometimes, but he loves you and you'll always be his baby.
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Many bisous to @giddyfatherchris
do not repost, translate or rewrite without my written authorisation
Genre : fluff ; crack ; a liiiiiittle bit suggestive if you squint
Word count : about 650
Warning : mention of needles (for vaccines) ; making out
Author's note : I know this isn't great but I had fun writing it ಥ‿ಥ ; the pics on top are not mine credits to the owners ; lots of love to my sweet @nmn-yty for helping me <3
Prompts : from the list made by @quokkareactions
54. "Get in"
"No"
"Get in"
"No"
"Now"
"Make m..."
"Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."
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47. "Why am I on the ground?"
Masterlist || Part 2
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You hate needles. You have always hated needles, these pointy little things made for injecting some products in your body. No, thank you. So when you checked your health booklet and saw that you need to get three vaccines done, you were not happy. Fortunately (or not), your lovely boyfriend is here to make (force) you to go to the doctor.
Right now you are in front of the car, he is trying to get you in the car but you keep refusing stubbornly. You are not going there.
"Are you serious right now ? You're like a kid ! he groans, getting frustrated.
— And ? I don't want to go ! you protest, crossing your arms indeed like a sulking child.
— But you have to ! he replies before sighing. Come on, just get in.
— No.
— Get in.
— No.
— Now.
— Make m...
— Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."
You raise a brow. You are in a provocative mood right now, and this definitely made you curious about what he would do. So yes, you are going to try it.
"Bet ? Make. Me. you look at him with a smug look and he isn't even surprised.
— Alright, babe." it's all he says before gently pinning you against the car, trapping you between his strong body and the door.
His eyes travel between your lips and your eyes as he inches closer to you. You're confused, but you'd never refuse a kiss to the hottest man on earth which happens to be your boyfriend. If what he plans on doing to make you regret your sentence is kissing you, you're not complaining. He gently cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb, yet he doesn't move closer to connect your lips yet. No, he stays like this, purposely making you wait. He smirks as you start pulling him towards you and finally kisses you.
It's slow at first, just to make you want more as he barely moves his lips. But as you get more and more impatient, he finally starts kissing you as you want. He gently pins you against the car, and you let out a surprised whimper. He kisses you more passionately, knowing how much he affects you. He pushes one of his thick thighs between yours as you close your eyes and grip his shoulder. Everything feels hot as he parts his lips as a request to deepen the kiss. You eagerly open your mouth, letting your tongues meet as he grabs your waist with one hand, the other one holding your wrist. It's all so good, but of course Minho is Minho and it can't last long.
You feel him pulling on your arm and tip you over his shoulder, and the next thing you know you're laying on the floor as he looks down at you with a smirk. You're not hurt though, it just made your butt a little bit sore. He carefully made sure to not just throw you down. But still. What the fuck ?
"Why am I on the ground ? you ask with a mix of confusion and annoyance. We were making out !
— I know, I was there. he replies in an almost mocking voice. I warned you. Now get in the car now."
You pout, not very happy, but choose to behave and get in. He sits next to you in the driver seat, watching you while you refuse to look at him. He chuckles at your sulking, you really are just a cute baby.
"But if you're good while we're with the doctor, maybe I'll let you kiss me as much as you want. Sounds good ? he offers as he turns on the car, making you look at him cautiously.
— Yeah... Okay. you mumble and he laughs again. Don't laugh ! I'm gonna kiss you so much you'll regret offering that. you protest, making him raise a brow.
— Sure."
You may be a little annoying sometimes, but he loves you and you'll always be his baby.
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Many bisous to @giddyfatherchris
do not repost, translate or rewrite without my written authorisation
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 🌸
(BISOUS MON ANGE)
I'm going to cry I swear YOU'RE TOO CUTE LIKE HOW CAN YOU BE SO SWEET 😭🫠
Pairing : Minho x gn!reader (use of you/your pronouns) ; friends to ??
Genre : fluff ig ; hurt/comfort if you squint reallyyyyy hard
Word count : about 2,500
Warning : talking about sex ; HyunSung are a couple but honestly it's just barely mentioned twice (I'm just having fun so don't come to me for that please) ; no smut here but in the part 2 there will be (there will be two versions for afab and amab reader) ; cursing (fucking, bastard, bitch) ; english is not my first language
Author's note : idk this just popped in my head when I saw some My Pace era Minho pictures again ; the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners
Reminder : you are not “a baby” if you are a virgin, nor are you “a slut” if you are not
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Minho is a fuckboy, and your closest friend. He is known for pretty much giving his dick to whoever asked him to fuck them. You know it’s exaggerated by the rumors and he does not actually fuck anybody, but it’s true that he isn't too hard to convince. It isn't bad though. People do not see him as a whore, he is seen as a boy who can help you out if you are in need of some.. relief.
You, on the other hand, have never slept with someone else. You have already tried some solo pleasure, of course, but you are a virgin. And you are tired of being one. You want to see what real sex is like.
This is how you ended up here, sitting in the school library, talking about it with your friend Hyunjin because to hell with taboos.
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"You can ask Minho, no ?
— Yeah, I guess. But I don't want him to be awkward. you reply with an unhappy pout.
— Who says he will be ? We're talking about Minho here. He'll probably tease you a bit, but he's the sweetest and most understanding guy I know under his 'do not touch me i am not nice' act. He'll stop joking as soon as he sees it makes you uncomfortable and we both know how observant he is, he'll know if it bothers you in less than a second.
— I know. But what if he just doesn't want to ? And if he's too kind to say no ? It's not every day your best friend asks you to take their virginity.
— Sweetie, calm down. Once again, we're talking about Minho here. He's an honest guy, he'll tell you if he doesn't want to do it. He knows it'd do more bad than good to force himself to do it. And worst case scenario, it'll be a little bit awkward between you for a few days, but it'll be back to normal soon. You know him, it wouldn't change the way he sees you. Hyunjin reassures as he puts his hand on yours and gives you a fond look before chuckling. Besides, he'd be stupid to refuse !
— Yeah... You're right. Minho's amazing for that. But you say that like anyone would want to fuck me. It doesn't feel like it. you pout again, playing with his long fingers.
— Well, maybe I wouldn't, because I'm already in a happy relationship with Jisung. But it doesn't prevent me from admitting that you are hot, even though I say it without being attracted to you. Plus I wouldn't be your friend if you were a bitch. And it's always better to fuck someone with a good personality. he winks, trying to make you relax slightly and it actually works as you release the pressure in your shoulders and give him a small smile.
— Mmh.. I'll see if I ask him later. you say softly and shrug before squeezing his hand lightly as a sign for him to get up too. How about we go to the cafeteria grab some food now ?"
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You leave the library and head to the cafeteria to eat with your friends, sitting next to Minho as usual. You talk normally, laughing to Felix's jokes and Seungmin’s fake gag at how lovely dovey Jisung and Hyunjin are being, until the latter started kicking your leg not so gently under the table. You roll your eyes at him, silently telling him to please stop doing that right fucking now before you throw your ratatouille on his oh so pretty and new white shirt. He immediately puts away his leg, not without glaring at you meaningfully. ‘you know I'm right’. You sigh and go back to eating while listening to the others.
It's only a little bit later though that you get the opportunity to actually talk with Minho when he turns to you discreetly and looks directly in your eyes. He seems to be feeling a mix of annoyance and concern as he puts his hand on your chair before speaking.
“Okay what’s up ? he doesn't beat around the bush when he asks you that, just being his usual honest self. You've been having a whole conversation with your eyes with Hyunjin for the past few minutes without even opening your mouth once. I would have let it be and thought it was none of my business if Hyunjin hadn't been looking at me so intensely while you were pouting, avoiding my face and just openly being unhappy. So I'm asking you. What’s up ?” he asks in a gentle and low voice despite the bluntness of his words, not wanting the boys to meddle in your business.
You sigh again. Great. Now you were going to have to tell him. He would know immediately if you lie, you didn't have a choice. You give Hyunjin a death glare. ‘thanks, bastard’. Why did he always have to be like that ?
“Look, Minmin I… Can we talk about it later ? After school we can go for a walk or I don't know. you don't even really look at his eyes as you speak, too embarrassed.
— Mmh… Sure, yeah.” he looks cautious, yet he nods and squeezes your shoulder lightly as a sign of reassurance.
He lets his arm rest wrapped around your shoulders for the rest of your lunch break, not even bothering to remove it. You're still slightly nervous, but he doesn't say anything about it, trying to not make you uncomfortable or self-conscious.
The rest of the day goes by like this. You're not really able to focus completely on your classes, a part of your mind constantly going back to the conversation you were going to have with Minho. ‘It's going to be sooo awkward if he says no’. Yet you try not to worry too much. As Hyunjin said, Minho is honest and (secretly not so secretly) very kind, so everything will be okay. With that, Minho spends the day being his caring self, even paying extra attention to not tease you too much as he senses your tension.
“Alright. This was the last class of the day. Where do you want to go to talk ? Minho looks at you patiently as you walk together.
— I don't really know, Minho. you mumble and he arches a brow in slight concern at your anxious tone.
— Okay, okay. What about we go to the grocery store to grab a little something to drink while we walk to my place ? We can pass by the park, it's always nice. he offers nicely as he looks at you fondly.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and nod, giving him a small but genuine smile. You walk together peacefully, Minho complaining about random stuff to make you laugh and distract you. By the time you reach the grocery store, you're a lot more relaxed and confident about telling him.
“What do you want to drink ? he asks as he stops in front of the cold drinks section, hands on his hips.
— I think I'm just going to take a lollipop, don't worry. you shake your hand softly for him to let it go but all he does is tilting his head to look back at you with a raised eyebrow and you can't help but laugh at his position.
— You serious ? It's hot out there, you know.
— Yes, thank you. I’m not that stupid. you roll your eyes before staring at him in disbelief when you hear him mumble a ‘not so sure’ and run after your laughing best friend, chasing him until he can't run anymore.
— I was joking ! I was joking !” he pleads as you punch his shoulder more or less lightly, still laughing.
You just pout and punch him once more before smiling at him thankfully. You know he could just push you away but he lets you do that to make you feel better.
“Seriously though, are you sure you don't want anything to drink ? he asks when you finally stop.
— Yes, sir. you answer with a chuckle and he frowns, looking at you with squinty eyes for a moment before moving.
— We’ll share a bottle of juice. he simply states. Which one do you want ?
— What ? No, Minho I–
— Let's go for this one then. he ignores you and grabs a small bottle before heading towards the store cash desk, making you sigh.
— Thank you.. you mumble and he doesn't say anything, yet you don't miss the way his lips curl up slightly.
— Here's your candy !” he says as he throws a lollipop of your favorite flavor at you.
You fight for a minute about who is going to pay until you find a nice compromise. On your way to the park before you go to Minho’s place, you forget to worry about asking him. You’re just comfortable with your best friend and it's all that matters.
“Minmin– you start but he cuts you off.
— Are you seriously going to call me like that again ? he groans.
— But it's cute ! I like it, and I'm sure that deep inside, a little part of you likes it too. And you let me call you that in the cafeteria !
— Because you looked nervous as hell. he gives you a stern look.
— You know what, whatever. I was going to ask if we could talk but forget it. you pout and turn around.
— Seriously ? Oh come on ! Do you want to talk here in the park or at my place ? he asks but you keep pouting for a second before speaking.
— Here.” you mumble as you sit on the nearest bench.
He settles next to you silently, watching you with a soft gaze as you take a deep breath. Although you're a lot calmer than earlier, you're still worried about telling him. But if you keep spiraling on that, you’ll never do it, so you cut your thoughts and begin.
“So…I don't know how to say this so I'll just ask like this, okay ? you pause, waiting for him to nod before continuing. You know that I'm.. y’know.. like.. I've never had sex... And hum.. well I-I don't want it to be like that anymore and I trust you and I know you and I know you're somewhat, like, hum… e-experienced..? So I was wondering if you could help me maybe ? you ramble in a shy voice, speaking more and more lowly with each word and by the time you're done your face is bright red.
— So you're asking me to be your first and take your virginity because I'm your best friend and I fuck regularly, right ? you look at him with wide eyes, his expression unreadable. How can he be so blunt ?
— … more or less yeah. you look down with embarrassment.
— Why did you not just say it like that ? I can't believe you were in such a state for this ! he bursts out laughing. Now I understand why Hyunjin was looking at you like that.
— It's embarrassing.. you hide your face in your hands.
— No, y/n. I’m actually very flattered, you know ? If you want me to do that, it means you trust me enough to show yourself to me without anything. And I'm really grateful for that. I’m glad my reputation can actually be useful. he smiles at you and rubs your back gently as you sigh in relief, slowly resting your head on his shoulder. But I understand why you were stressed about it.
— Yeah.. you whisper with a tiny smile, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you simply enjoy the moment. Everything feels so easy with him.
— So.. do you want to do it today ? We don't have to though if you want to wait a little. he offers softly after a small, comfortable silence. We can just start with some kissing, to see how it feels. he says before you can start panicking.
— You'd really do it, like, now ? you ask and he gives you a slightly annoyed, yet still soft, look. I-I mean… yeah, it'd be good. you blush slightly and he chuckles, ruffling your hair gently.
He doesn't reply, just carefully removes your head from his shoulder to make you look at him. He smiles sweetly as he looks at your red ears, eyes slightly widened in apprehension. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and strokes your flushed cheek in a gentle, almost romantic gesture, before suddenly bursting out laughing. You immediately look at him with confusion, your whole body tense.
“If you're going to act this awkward we're never going to get through this. he laughs and you look down, embarrassed. It's okay. Just close your eyes and let me guide you, okay ? You trust me, don't you ?” you nod and he smiles softly.
You do as he says, closing your eyes and letting him do the rest. He carefully cups your jaw before leaning in closer and landing his mouth on yours gently. The kiss is soft and tender, and it’s so good. You melt into it as your hand instinctively reaches for his own. He takes his time, not rushing anything. He started slowly moving his lips, letting you get used to it and mirror his actions. When he pulled away and looked at you, your eyes were already opened and shining, a grin forming on your face.
“I guess you liked it. he chuckles again as you nod eagerly.
— It was so sweet ! I didn't know you were such a great kisser. And I didn't think it would feel so nice. you squeeze his hand still in yours and he looks at you fondly. You are so cute.
— So what ? Were you expecting me to be a bad kisser ? he teases.
— No ! It's not what I meant. you roll your eyes. Is it okay if I want another one ? you ask somewhat shyly.
— Sure.”
He kisses you again and it's just as good. There's still no rush, no pressure. It's just full of the tenderness and affection Minho has always had for you as your best friend. You keep going like that, kissing again and again with the same softness until you naturally move to straddle his lap carefully, arms wrapped around his neck to continue to kiss him softly again and again. It's so nice, and you feel him smile against your lips.
“I think we should maybe continue like that at my place, love. Unless you want to do it another day. It’d absolutely be okay.” he whispers when he pulls away, resting his hands on your hips and looking at you patiently.
You're a bit embarrassed at first when you notice the way you're sitting on his thighs facing him. You didn't think you were that close to him when you first moved to settle there. But you quickly forget about it, deciding it doesn't matter and you can just trust Minho.
“I think… it's a good idea.” you reply with a somewhat shy smile.
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Part 2 coming more or less soon ~
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Pairing : Lee Minho x gn!reader (use of you/your pronouns) ; friends to ??
Genre : fluff ig ; hurt/comfort if you squint reallyyyyy hard
Word count : about 2,500
Warning : talking about sex ; HyunSung are a couple but honestly it's just barely mentioned twice (I'm just having fun so don't come after me for that please) ; no smut here but in the part 2 there will be (there will be two versions for afab and amab reader) ; cursing (fucking, bastard, bitch) ; english is not my first language
Author's note : idk this just popped in my head when I saw some My Pace era Minho pictures again ; the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners ; lots of love to @giddyfatherchris who helped me a lot by proofreading this <3
Reminder : you are not “a baby” if you are a virgin, nor are you “a slut” if you are not
Masterlist || Part 2 afab ver & amab ver
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Minho is a fuckboy, and your closest friend. He is known for pretty much giving his dick to whoever asked him to fuck them. You know it’s exaggerated by the rumors and he does not actually fuck anybody, but it’s true that he isn't too hard to convince. It isn't bad though. People do not see him as a whore, he is seen as a boy who can help you out if you are in need of some.. relief.
You, on the other hand, have never slept with someone else. You have already tried some solo pleasure, of course, but you are a virgin. And you are tired of being one. You want to see what real sex is like.
This is how you ended up here, sitting in the school library, talking about it with your friend Hyunjin because to hell with taboos.
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"You can ask Minho, no ?
— Yeah, I guess. But I don't want him to be awkward. you reply with an unhappy pout.
— Who says he will be ? We're talking about Minho here. He'll probably tease you a bit, but he's the sweetest and most understanding guy I know under his 'do not touch me i am not nice' act. He'll stop joking as soon as he sees it makes you uncomfortable and we both know how observant he is, he'll know if it bothers you in less than a second.
— I know. But what if he just doesn't want to ? And if he's too kind to say no ? It's not every day your best friend asks you to take their virginity.
— Sweetie, calm down. Once again, we're talking about Minho here. He's an honest guy, he'll tell you if he doesn't want to do it. He knows it'd do more bad than good to force himself to do it. And worst case scenario, it'll be a little bit awkward between you for a few days, but it'll be back to normal soon. You know him, it wouldn't change the way he sees you. Hyunjin reassures as he puts his hand on yours and gives you a fond look before chuckling. Besides, he'd be stupid to refuse !
— Yeah... You're right. Minho's amazing for that. But you say that like anyone would want to fuck me. It doesn't feel like it. you pout again, playing with his long fingers.
— Well, maybe I wouldn't, because I'm already in a happy relationship with Jisung. But it doesn't prevent me from admitting that you are hot, even though I say it without being attracted to you. Plus I wouldn't be your friend if you were a bitch. And it's always better to fuck someone with a good personality. he winks, trying to make you relax slightly and it actually works as you release the pressure in your shoulders and give him a small smile.
— Mmh.. I'll see if I ask him later. you say softly and shrug before squeezing his hand lightly as a sign for him to get up too. How about we go to the cafeteria grab some food now ?"
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You leave the library and head to the cafeteria to eat with your friends, sitting next to Minho as usual. You talk normally, laughing to Felix's jokes and Seungmin’s fake gag at how lovely dovey Jisung and Hyunjin are being, until the latter starts kicking your leg not so gently under the table. You roll your eyes at him, silently telling him to please stop doing that right fucking now before you throw your ratatouille on his oh so pretty and new white shirt. He immediately puts away his leg, not without glaring at you meaningfully. ‘you know I'm right’. You sigh and go back to eating while listening to the others.
It's only a little bit later though that you get the opportunity to actually talk with Minho when he turns to you discreetly and looks directly in your eyes. He seems to be feeling a mix of annoyance and concern as he puts his hand on your chair before speaking.
“Okay what’s up ? he doesn't beat around the bush when he asks you that, just being his usual honest self. You've been having a whole conversation with your eyes with Hyunjin for the past few minutes without even opening your mouth once. I would have let it be and thought it was none of my business if Hyunjin hadn't been looking at me so intensely while you were pouting, avoiding my face and just openly being unhappy. So I'm asking you. What’s up ?” he asks in a gentle and low voice despite the bluntness of his words, not wanting the boys to meddle in your business.
You sigh again. Great. Now you were going to have to tell him. He would know immediately if you lie, you didn't have a choice. You give Hyunjin a death glare. ‘thanks, bastard’. Why did he always have to be like that ?
“Look, Minmin I… Can we talk about it later ? After school we can go for a walk or I don't know. you don't even really look at his eyes as you speak, too embarrassed.
— Mmh… Sure, yeah.” he looks cautious, yet he nods and squeezes your shoulder lightly as a sign of reassurance.
He lets his arm rest wrapped around your shoulders for the rest of your lunch break, not even bothering to remove it. You're still slightly nervous, but he doesn't say anything about it, trying to not make you uncomfortable or self-conscious.
The rest of the day goes by like this. You're not really able to focus completely on your classes, a part of your mind constantly going back to the conversation you were going to have with Minho. ‘It's going to be sooo awkward if he says no’. Yet you try not to worry too much. As Hyunjin said, Minho is honest and (secretly not so secretly) very kind, so everything will be okay. With that, Minho spends the day being his caring self, even paying extra attention to not tease you too much as he senses your tension.
“Alright. This was the last class of the day. Where do you want to go to talk ? Minho looks at you patiently as you walk together.
— I don't really know, Minho. you mumble and he arches a brow in slight concern at your anxious tone.
— Okay, okay. What about we go to the grocery store to grab a little something to drink while we walk to my place ? We can pass by the park, it's always nice. he offers nicely as he looks at you fondly.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and nod, giving him a small but genuine smile. You walk together peacefully, Minho complaining about random stuff to make you laugh and distract you. By the time you reach the grocery store, you're a lot more relaxed and confident about telling him.
“What do you want to drink ? he asks as he stops in front of the cold drinks section, hands on his hips.
— I think I'm just going to take a lollipop, don't worry. you shake your hand softly for him to let it go but all he does is tilting his head to look back at you with a raised eyebrow and you can't help but laugh at his position.
— You serious ? It's hot out there, you know.
— Yes, thank you. I’m not that stupid. you roll your eyes before staring at him in disbelief when you hear him mumble a ‘not so sure’ and run after your laughing best friend, chasing him until he can't run anymore.
— I was joking ! I was joking !” he pleads as you punch his shoulder more or less lightly, still laughing.
You just pout and punch him once more before smiling at him thankfully. You know he could just push you away but he lets you do that to make you feel better.
“Seriously though, are you sure you don't want anything to drink ? he asks when you finally stop.
— Yes, sir. you answer with a chuckle and he frowns, looking at you with squinty eyes for a moment before moving.
— We’ll share a bottle of juice. he simply states. Which one do you want ?
— What ? No, Minho I–
— Let's go for this one then. he ignores you and grabs a small bottle before heading towards the store cash desk, making you sigh.
— Thank you.. you mumble and he doesn't say anything, yet you don't miss the way his lips curl up slightly.
— Here's your candy !” he says as he throws a lollipop of your favorite flavor at you.
You fight for a minute about who is going to pay until you find a nice compromise. On your way to the park before you go to Minho’s place, you forget to worry about asking him. You’re just comfortable with your best friend and it's all that matters.
“Minmin– you start but he cuts you off.
— Are you seriously going to call me like that again ? he groans.
— But it's cute ! I like it, and I'm sure that deep inside, a little part of you likes it too. And you let me call you that in the cafeteria !
— Because you looked nervous as hell. he gives you a stern look.
— You know what, whatever. I was going to ask if we could talk but forget it. you pout and turn around.
— Seriously ? Oh come on ! Do you want to talk here in the park or at my place ? he asks but you keep pouting for a second before speaking.
— Here.” you mumble as you sit on the nearest bench.
He settles next to you silently, watching you with a soft gaze as you take a deep breath. Although you're a lot calmer than earlier, you're still worried about telling him. But if you keep spiraling on that, you’ll never do it, so you cut your thoughts and begin.
“So…I don't know how to say this so I'll just ask like this, okay ? you pause, waiting for him to nod before continuing. You know that I'm.. y’know.. like.. I've never had sex... And hum.. well I-I don't want it to be like that anymore and I trust you and I know you and I know you're somewhat, like, hum… e-experienced..? So I was wondering if you could help me maybe ? you ramble in a shy voice, speaking more and more lowly with each word and by the time you're done your face is bright red.
— So you're asking me to be your first and take your virginity because I'm your best friend and I fuck regularly, right ? you look at him with wide eyes, his expression unreadable. How can he be so blunt ?
— … more or less yeah. you look down with embarrassment.
— Why did you not just say it like that ? I can't believe you were in such a state for this ! he bursts out laughing. Now I understand why Hyunjin was looking at you like that.
— It's embarrassing.. you hide your face in your hands.
— No, y/n. I’m actually very flattered, you know ? If you want me to do that, it means you trust me enough to show yourself to me without anything. And I'm really grateful for that. I’m glad my reputation can actually be useful. he smiles at you and rubs your back gently as you sigh in relief, slowly resting your head on his shoulder. But I understand why you were stressed about it.
— Yeah.. you whisper with a tiny smile, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you simply enjoy the moment. Everything feels so easy with him.
— So.. do you want to do it today ? We don't have to though if you want to wait a little. he offers softly after a small, comfortable silence. We can just start with some kissing, to see how it feels. he says before you can start panicking.
— You'd really do it, like, now ? you ask and he gives you a slightly annoyed, yet still soft, look. I-I mean… yeah, it'd be good. you blush slightly and he chuckles, ruffling your hair gently.
He doesn't reply, just carefully removes your head from his shoulder to make you look at him. He smiles sweetly as he looks at your red ears, eyes slightly widened in apprehension. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and strokes your flushed cheek in a gentle, almost romantic gesture, before suddenly bursting out laughing. You immediately look at him with confusion, your whole body tense.
“If you're going to act this awkward we're never going to get through this. he laughs and you look down, embarrassed. It's okay. Just close your eyes and let me guide you, okay ? You trust me, don't you ?” you nod and he smiles softly.
You do as he says, closing your eyes and letting him do the rest. He carefully cups your jaw before leaning in closer and landing his mouth on yours gently. The kiss is soft and tender, and it’s so good. You melt into it as your hand instinctively reaches for his own. He takes his time, not rushing anything. He started slowly moving his lips, letting you get used to it and mirror his actions. When he pulled away and looked at you, your eyes were already opened and shining, a grin forming on your face.
“I guess you liked it. he chuckles again as you nod eagerly.
— It was so sweet ! I didn't know you were such a great kisser. And I didn't think it would feel so nice. you squeeze his hand still in yours and he looks at you fondly. You are so cute.
— So what ? Were you expecting me to be a bad kisser ? he teases.
— No ! It's not what I meant. you roll your eyes. Is it okay if I want another one ? you ask somewhat shyly.
— Sure.”
He kisses you again and it's just as good. There's still no rush, no pressure. It's just full of the tenderness and affection Minho has always had for you as your best friend. You keep going like that, kissing again and again with the same softness until you naturally move to straddle his lap carefully, arms wrapped around his neck to continue to kiss him softly again and again. It's so nice, and you feel him smile against your lips.
“I think we should maybe continue like that at my place, love. Unless you want to do it another day. It’d absolutely be okay.” he whispers when he pulls away, resting his hands on your hips and looking at you patiently.
You're a bit embarrassed at first when you notice the way you're sitting on his thighs facing him. You didn't think you were that close to him when you first moved to settle there. But you quickly forget about it, deciding that it doesn't matter and you can just trust Minho.
“I think… it's a good idea.” you reply with a somewhat shy smile.
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Part 2 coming more or less soon ~
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I don't even know if I love or hate you right now babe for real 😭
I'm already struggling with too many ideas of thing I want to write (like no joke I have around 40 projects rn-) you're so not helping I have something else now because of you 🫠😭
