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Minho POV / 506 words / love;married;couple;shower
For Anonymous who requested a cute shower scene! (Nothing smutty? You’re killing me!)
A loving smile shaped your husband’s pink plump lips as he set foot in to your warm home after another day at work. You shyly mirrored his smile and inwardly cursed at how much you had missed him in just a day. The sound of his keys filled the silence as he flung them across the table, strolling towards where you were sitting without breaking eye contact. Gently taking your hands in his, Minho pulled you up with ease into his strong, warm arms.
He instantly fell into you, lowered his head and nuzzled your neck whilst holding you close. You held each other for a while as he stroked your exposed lower back with his thumb. He then slowly began to plant light, soft kisses along your shoulder and up your neck.
Reaching your ear, he whispered,
“How was your day baby?”
You pulled away so you could look into his warm eyes. Smiling at his encouraging expression, you uttered how boring your day was. You then asked him the same.
“Much better now.” he half-heartedly smiled and placed a soft kiss on your lips before sinking into your arms once again, tightening his hold around you.
You could tell that he was exhausted.
Rubbing his back to comfort him, you reached to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek as you used your other hand to loosen the knot of his thin black tie. Shrugging off his suit jacket you placed your hands around his waist, hugging him close.
“You should take a shower to relax.” You muttered into his chest, not wanting to let him go.
Minho let out an extended sigh, loosening your grip only to clutch your hand in his as he led you to the stairs. A giggle left your lips as the realisation hit you whilst he climbed the stairs eagerly. Twisting to look into your eyes, he mischievously grinned at you.
Reaching the brightly lit bathroom, you both paced towards the shower eagerly. Still with his hand clasped in yours, Minho leant over you to turn on the shower. The strong enticing smell of him lingered around the room as he grabbed your hand making you fall forward into his arms. He looked down with a look in his intense eyes that made you melt.
With a now wholehearted smile, he began to undress you.
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The blistering water fell over you as you lifted your head back to rest on Minho’s shoulder, kissing his jaw. With his delicate fingertips, he washed your naked skin replacing the sting from the scorching water with a hot desire throughout your body. Holding you close against his chest, he began to whisper how much he had missed and adored you.
A shiver ran through your body as he kissed the sensitive spot behind your ear.
Squirming in his arms, you spun around to look up into the amused, earnest eyes of your now relaxed husband. You grinned at his expression, finding something so comforting in how at ease you were around each other.
Jonghyun POV / 1634 words / revenge;gunfight;freedom;someviolence.
Hey it's jongsey, sorry for not updating in ages heh, I hope you enjoy this! Something different from all the cute stuff! This contains some violent themes so you've been warned I guess (?).
Standing up I put on my leather jacket and fix my two pistols onto my belt making sure they were easy to get out but not easy to fall out, without them I was more of a dead man than I am now.
Looking at the motel room I check if I have left anything I need for this night but all I've had with me for these past months are the clothes on my back, two pistols and this watch which won't shut up. I pick up the watch and place it in a glass of water that's sitting on the bed side table, now it will shut the hell up.
I'm either coming back or not, this was the case almost everyday of my life since that day, I learnt that packing light was an advantage, it was easier to run with nothing holding you down, I've done a lot of running for the price of freedom and revenge.
This was going to be a fight till the death and I was prepared.
I reached to the area where this bloody battle between me and how ever men hated me. Leaning against a post I close my eyes to prepare myself mentally, a flashback appears.
I'm sitting in chair, tied up with rope that's cutting circulation in my arms and legs, blood drips down my face.
Looking around the room I was put into I knew this place was abandoned, no one would find my body here. I thought this was the end, the end of the torture they were going to put me through, I thought they were going to just leave me here and rot away but oh boy I was wrong. I was the weakest out of the five of us, the others had managed to escape and I was left here tied to this chair. waiting, waiting to die.
A man much older than me with hate and pain behind his eyes walks into the room with men or as I called them minions following behind him. He had that stupid smug face on him, the one that made my blood boil. I noticed he wasn't holding any weapons in his hands, this is when I knew he wasn't going to kill me straight away. With the click of his fingers his "minions" walked up to me and started punching me anywhere and everywhere the pain was unbearable, I was fed up with looking weak so I kept my mouth shut and eyes dry as best as possible. The punches kept coming and coming, I felt more blood falling onto my face and uncovered skin, I even got the taste in my mouth so I spat with whatever saliva I had left, bad move, I had spat on one of the “minions”.
I feel a pounding sharp feeling hit my chest, my back is the first to feel the impact of the floor then my head followed, I kept trying to catch my breath but I couldn't, all I could do was gasp for air I truly thought I was shot but I was only kicked to the ground. I felt the bleeding in my mouth hadn't stopped but I had no saliva left, I was glad I had managed to turn my head to the side or I would have died from chocking on my own blood. I was totally fucked, either way I was going to die by his gun or blood loss. Which was worse?
The click of his boots echoed in my ears and his laughter pained my heart, I was weak. I was dying as a weak man. I hear him loading his gun, I swear I can almost taste death. As I look up I see his gun pointed to my forehead, “oh shit” is all that came out of my mouth before a gun shot was fired. I clench my teeth and close my eyes waiting for the impact but nothing came to me, no pain, no hurt, nothing. Was dying that painless? I open my eyes to see his minions pointing guns to the ceiling, I look beside me; the man who was going to kill me was dead.
Shouting and more shouting filled the room, my eyes went fuzzy and the room went black, I was knocked out from exhaustion.
The next thing I knew I was in a room which was much more cleaner and safer, a hospital. Next to me was Minho, he saw me awake, the worry on his face quickly disappeared. Minho was the one who shot the bullet at the man, he saved my life. I gave him a weak smile.
He stood up and patted me on my chest near my heart from that moment I knew we had unfinished business and it was going to take all five of us to finish this mess. How did I know this by a simple gesture? Because I knew in Minho's eyes and shaky hands. This is why I'm here now waiting to finish this mess, the "minions" had been on our backs for some time ever since that day and I guess they were here for the same reason as us, to finish this nightmare.
I'd been fighting on my own for the past three months but only with small groups of men attacking me, I had no clue how many were going to be here today. I laughed to myself and think about how the others are doing, I knew they'd survive but did they think the same about me?
I take out a necklace from my pocket, a wing within a circle stained with blood. A symbol of our brotherhood, the reason why I'm still alive now. I wasn't going to let them down this time. I wasn't that boy who got beaten up anymore.
Pushing myself off my post I was ready to go. Entering the same room I was beating up at, I knew this would be the place they'd pick to fight me. Did they really think this would weaken me? They had another thing coming, I was no where weak this time, I had waited for this moment for a long time. We stand there facing each other, they stand there smug looking and careless thinking they have already won by knowing its me they are fighting. Closing my eyes I shut off my thoughts and focus on the sounds in the room, waiting for a sign to start.
A click in upper right hand corner of the group echoes, someone had loaded a gun. I reach to the back of my pockets and grasp the handles of my pistols, opening my eyes I pull out both of the guns and pull the trigger. I hear the bullets hit two men followed by more loading of guns. One bullet shoots past me missing my face by a couple of inches, I smile as I fire back at the man hitting him straight in his chest, a red mark almost fills his white shirt within a few seconds, instant death.
The men run towards me shooting bullets that kept missing me. I walk slowly and calmly pointing one gun straight ahead of me and the other behind I fire, another two down. They kept shuffling around me making a circle but it kept falling apart due to my bullets almost never failing to hit straight into their hearts making the grey floor turn redder and redder.
I cross my arms and shoot again, another two men done and now the circle was tightening in, the numbers had grew shorter, fewer men meant they'd have a better chance of killing me, I wasn't worried I knew what to do. I drop my weapons due to the ammo in both my pistols running low, this took them by surprise; I lowered onto my knees and held up my hands as a sign of defeat, laughing from the remaining men filled the hallow space. I feel the gun of a minion press against my forehead, the click of his gun allowed me to know when he was going to fire and just before he could fire at me I grasped his gun into my own hands making the shot hit one of his men, the minions had a good chance of killing me or one of there own at this point and to my luck they didn't have very good aim.
One shot at me but missed making the bullet hit right into the head of his own, this now left only two men left I had one gun with hardly any bullets, I scanned the room quickly to see a barrel which would be filled with highly explosive chemicals, smiling at the men I shoot in the barrels direction hitting it perfectly. I walk away without looking back and throw the gun on the floor.
The clicking of there empty guns kept going off and off, I'd won this battle and soon enough the barrels had exploded taking them men with it.
Sorry that it has taken me ages to write! I’ve been stumped on what to do for ages but I hope you like it as I had a lot of fun writing it! ♡
Stationary shopping definitely made going back to school a lot more bearable. You looked down at your basket full of equipment, smiling to yourself at how motivated you suddenly felt for the new school year to begin. Wasn’t that every year though?
You hovered forward in the queue and looked up to find the cashier’s brown eyes locked on yours. He was serving someone else but his eyes didn’t stray from yours. He was ridiculously handsome. His hair was styled messy; he wore a cheeky grin and oozed arrogance. It suddenly made you very self-conscious with your minimal make-up and lack of effort regarding your clothing choice.
He kept you gaze while he licked his lower lip very slowly and suggestively.
“Next customer please” he hummed.
You shuffled over and placed the basket on the counter with a loud thud.
“Someone’s eager for school” he smirked at the overflowing basket in-between you both.
You shrugged as words failed to leave your lips.
He removed a large pack of pens from your basket and with the grin never leaving his face; he began to scan your items.
Stealing glances at you as he scanned your purchases painfully slow, you couldn’t help but return his gaze. Your eyes drifted from his attractive face down to his dark blue work shirt that had the shop logo printed on the left of his chest. The shirt hugged his broad shoulders and defined his chest that continued to rise and fall slowly as he breathed. Who pulls off wearing a shirt for work like that? You sighed loudly.
He looked up from his work and his smile widened as he noticed you looking at his body. You snapped your head down and began to look through your bag as if it was the most interesting object to ever exist.
“What’s your name?” he leaned over on the counter with his elbow, hand supporting his head which was cocked to the side.
“Huh?” you stuttered, unsure what this had to do with what you were buying.
“You know… what you’re referred to as” humour filled his eyes as he chuckled loudly at your reaction.
You could hear the person behind you tapping their foot with impatience at his slow service. You looked back to find an irritated, aged face staring back at you. Turning back trying to hold back a laugh you looked to the cashier and he winked at you.
“Um… I’m ____” you managed to reply.
Looking back down into your purse, you wish you could bury your head deep inside to hide the embarrassment that rose on your cheeks.
“____, that comes up to a total of £15.30”
You dug up your purse, smiling slightly at the way he said your name and produced some change as you held you hand over for him to take the money. His hand lingered on yours deliberately. You felt a shot of electricity run up your arm as softly stroked your knuckles.
Pulling your hand away, you heard him laugh and the sound of the register open as he placed the money in it. Handing you the bag, your hands touching again, he adorably smiled and wished you a good day.
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Leaning your cheek against your hand, you struggled to keep your eyes open. It was the first day back and you sat in your first lesson, feeling the late night before against your half open eyes. Everyone talked eagerly with each other about their summer holidays and it was all beginning to annoy you. How was everyone so cheerful in the morning? Your eyes flickered to the door, expecting the teacher to walk in and demand the silence that your throbbing head desired. Instead a familiar cashier appeared. Your mouth slightly opened as he scanned the room looking for a place sit until his eyes landed on yours.
He looked good in his work uniform but seeing him in school uniform made your stomach flutter at how attractive he was.
Walking over to the empty seat next to you, he graciously looped his bag strap over his head and sat down beside you.
Reading the seeing you home made fall in love with Minho. I am now a Flamer. THANK YOU! Could I request a scenario where Minho and you are a married couple and take a shower together? Nothing smutty, just a cute short little scenario? :)
The sound of the door bell sent shivers down your spine, he was here. You heard the chit chat of your Mum and his Dad, Key was always silent around his Dad.
You heard the sound of the door shut and then the sound of foot steps coming closer to your room, you shut your eyes and braced for his loud booming voice to start telling you what to do.
As your door made a creeping noise you kept your eyes closed, you really didn't have any will power to tolerate him today.
"Hey you lazy bum, get up." Key's voice echoed through your eyes, as you slowly open your eyes you notice Key's face was right up close to yours. Quickly opening your eyes you got up quickly, you'd never been that close to him before.
A small chuckle comes from his mouth, as you sit at the desk next to him to study you felt your cramps worsen. Deciding to sit through the pain as you could you opened your text book, the text blurred and you knew you couldn't be able to focus on anything so you pretended to study while your cramps just got worse.
A slight nudge makes you come back to reality, you turn to face Key.
"Why aren't you studying?" he asks.
"I just don't feel very well that's all" you say, it was kinda the truth?
I sigh comes from his direction, he stands up and walks so he is standing behind you.
"Do you think I'm a horrible person?"
"N-no."
"Then you should have said you didn't feel very well I would have cancelled today," his hand touches your forehead, "get into bed and I'll look after you."
The rest of evening consisted of Key nursing you, even though you weren't that ill due to only being cramps it was nice seeing another side to him.
"Hey Key." you say slightly hiding under your bed covers. A "Mmmm" sound left his lips, "thanks for looking after me but the thing is I only really have cramps so there is no need to look after me anymore."
He faces you and all you want to do is hide forever in your covers.
"Well that gives me another reason to take of your more then." he says while smiling at you.
Could i request a scenario where the reader is on a date with minho in the park but he's getting flustered by you ( without the reader knowing she's making Minho flustered?)? Nothing overly romantic or smoochy just cute fluffiness? Btw your scenarios are pure love and skittles put together~! xD
Walking with your hand clasped in Minho’s, you thought about how the day was coming to an end. Spending the day with him had been everything you imagined and you didn’t want to grasp the fact that you had finally reached your street and additionally the end of the day.
Deep in thought, you were oblivious to Minho’s abrupt stop and you jerked forward only to be caught by him. He laughed and spun you around so you were facing him.
Minho hooked his thumbs through the belt hoops of your jeans and pulled you close against his chest. Looking up into his eyes that continued to pierce yours, you felt your heart jump and your breathing quicken. You began to take quick, sharp intakes of the humid summer night.
You hated how calm he looked compared to you who hyperventilated simply by his touch. He shyly smiled at you, spreading the blush across your cheeks and you found yourself unable to look away. With his warm eyes never leaving yours, Minho placed your hands on his shoulders as he stood looking downwards affectionately at you.
Slowly using his index finger, he began to trace a line slowly along your exposed arms up until he reached past your shoulders and up your neck. The shiver it caused contrasted against how hot and flustered you felt. He then cupped your face gently. His touch was soft as he caressed your warm rosy cheeks and you soon felt your temperature rise. He smiled at your reaction and leaned in close, placing his forehead against yours.
Closing your eyes in anticipation of his kiss, you heard a small chuckle depart his plump lips.
“You are adorable.” He breathed.
Before you could protest, Minho’s lips were on yours. Your lips molded against his as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist to support you as he deepened the kiss. You let your lips part as Minho explored your tongue with his. Playfully, you bit his lower lip and he replied with a groan. Pressed tight against his chest, you could feel the racing of his heart that mirrored your own.
Both pulling away to catch your breath, you grinned at each other. You felt dizzy and thankful that Minho had kept a hold of you.
“It’s been so good seeing you again.” Minho announced.
He swiftly bent his head and kissed you one last time before letting you go.
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