A/N: Part of the "Sealed Promises" series, which will be a collection of unrelated short scenarios, including different types of kisses for member x member or member x fem/m/gn!reader pairings. Requests for this mini event are open🖤
Minho unwraps his last present and tilts his head curiously as he sees the plain notebook. He glances up at his boyfriend and only then notices the shade of red creeping up Seungmin's neck.
“I uh, I just wrote down some nonsense in there,” he starts out, not very convincingly.
“Nonsense?” Minho laughs and blinks at him in confusion.
“Yeah, so, like, whenever I thought of you in the past year. When you were working or we didn't have much time due to a tighter schedule. Or when you did something that made me really happy. Or pissed me off. Or when we got into a fight,” Seungmin rambles on and starts fidgeting with his hands nervously under Minho's observant gaze. “I just wrote down whatever came to my mind. Why you make me happy or feel loved. I came up with reasons to stay with you when you really pissed me off. Reasons why I love you and what I admire you for. Sometimes, it's just little bits that don't make any sense. Nonsense,” he tells him.
Minho's heart warms, listening to him ramble on, and he lowers his eyes to the book, flipping a random page open. Seungmin's handwriting paints the page and he flips a few pages, noticing there are a few pictures of them as well. He looks up and Seungmin's still rambling on about knowing it's cheesy or something similar. He can't help himself, heart bursting with love for the younger man in front of him.
Seungmin's eyes widen as Minho surges forward and kisses him hard on the mouth. He welcomes the feeling and kisses back, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. Minho pulls back and smiles at him fondly. “What was that for?”
“You were rambling so much, I couldn't quite follow anymore,” he smirks, fondling the notebook resting in his lap. “This is almost as sweet as you are.”
“I'm not-”
“Shut up, will you?” Minho giggles, pulling him close again. “Don't ruin it,” he tells him fondly, kissing him once again as Seungmin starts protesting again.
soulmates will always find their way back to each other. no matter what.
₊˚.⋆ pairing: lee know + seungmin
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: angst + comfort
₊˚.⋆ warning/s: major character death (i promise i make up for it)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ word count: 3.1k
₊˚.⋆ ao3 link
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it’s late.
minho and seungmin are driving down some wet road after a little vacation to minho’s hometown, a celebration of sorts, because minho’s graduating next year and seungmin is... well, still in his second year. but it was an academic year that they both worked hard on. that, in seungmin’s book, was something worth taking a vacation for.
“i think that’s dumb,” minho playfully snaps. of course, he can’t ever truly be mad at the sweet and dandy man in the passenger seat, who he considers himself lucky to regard as his boyfriend.
seungmin is giggling as he says, “anything i say is dumb to you, but you’re actually thinking i’m right.”
minho shakes his head for the nth time in the conversation, probably a bit too much for someone holding the wheel. “why would i agree that i’d be a shark in my next life? i’m obviously gonna be a cat.”
“just because you like cats now, doesn’t mean you’ll be them when you’re reborn,” seungmin tutted. neither of them really remember how the conversation started, but when you’ve been on the road for more than an hour, anything can serve an interesting topic. especially for these two.
“i think sharks are pretty cool, but the only thing i have in common with them is that we don’t like humans.”
seungmin gasps in faux offense, twisting his torso to face the older. “you don’t like me, honey?”
“you’re less of a bother than all the others out there,” he rolls his eyes.
“you don’t like hyunjin? or jisung? or chan-hyung?” seungmin prods. his face was getting closer and minho could consider it a driving hazard, because god knows he’s trying his best to repress the urge to kiss him on his stupid, pretty face.
he can’t stop the smile from spreading because of the question though, but he holds in his laugh. “now you’re just guilt-tripping me.”
seungmin giggles his way back to sitting properly, the tight seatbelt causing a bit of a strain to his neck because of his antics.
“kidding, as always. well, how about me? what would i be in my next life?” ah, so that’s how the debate began.
minho scoffs. “dog. easily.”
“what breed?”
“do you have to be so thorough?” he’s laughing now, both at the ridiculous topic and how adorable seungmin is acting. “golden retriever.”
“you’re so basic!” seungmin is laughing, too, though there wasn’t really anything funny about it. there was something in the air that causes them to act like fools in love everytime they’re together. at this point, it’s probably not an act anymore, really. “i’m totally gonna bite you if i see you in my canine form.”
“goldens don’t bite,” minho quips.
they probably can, he thinks in his head, but they both throw whatever at each other if it means winning the argument. with love, of course. they haven’t had a serious fight in years, save for the first few times they met.
how was seungmin supposed to know that minho was looking him up and down because he had never seen someone so adorable but so hot at the same time, and not because he wanted to coax him into a fist fight? that night ended with multiple bruises, but the month ended in tears of laughter when minho finally gained the balls to tell seungmin how he really felt that night and how he felt about him in general. truly a textbook love story.
“well, i will!” seungmin punches the other’s arm lightly. probably not safe for a slippery road, but no harm was done.
minho rolls his eyes, “whatever. and stop talking like you’ll get reincarnated before me. we’re going together.”
“bit dark, hyung,” the younger comments but still a bit giggly. “and you know that’s not what i meant.”
minho starts sniffling and faking sobs, wiping away non-existent tears. “i’ll be lonely without you, honey.”
“stop!” seungmin busts out laughing again. “and keep your eyes on the road and hands on the wheel, it’s slippery out here.”
minho wishes he had listened.
the next thing he knew, they’re surrounded by blinding white, and monitors are beeping around them, and he thinks he hears hushed voices here and there. he wasn’t sure what was real and what was only imagined by him. he’s sure, however, of the painfully crimson hand he was clutching, cold and unconscious.
“i’m so stupid, fuck... please...” he pleads to seungmin. tears and blood and snot getting everywhere, but why would that ever matter when his lover was getting weaker and weaker right in front of him? “i’m so sorry, please stay with me... say something!”
his eyes widen at his own tone. “no, no, i didn’t mean to yell... just please...” he feels a pinch of movement under his tight grip and the world spins a little slower.
“h-hyung...” seungmin tries, but coughs blood on minho’s cheek with how close he is.
“minnie?”
“hyung.”
“i’m here, baby. talk to me, go on.” minho becomes decreasingly aware at how desperate he sounds. everything in his world has shrunk to only them. only seungmin and minho.
and the pristine sheets stained with red that came from whatever wounds they’ve both sustained from the crash. and the god awful beeping machine next to them. which he doesn’t realize was picking up speed. “-back t’ you.”
“what?” minho clutches the younger’s hand tighter, too tight for a weakened body, but neither of them mention it. “you can do it.”
“i’ll... i’ll come back. to you,” seungmin finally breathes out. no one’s counting how many minutes it took. “promise... wait for me.”
minho’s breathing is chopped up and unstable and he should probably be in another hospital bed getting his own condition checked, but nothing matters to him but seungmin, not even his own health. “stop. stop that. you’re not leaving me, don’t leave me.”
“i can’t.”
“you can. be strong for me, please.” his eyesight is starting to wither because of how much he’s cried in the past ten minutes, maybe thirty.
“no i,” seungmin is trying to wheeze now, if not for his punctured lungs that make it all the more difficult. “i can’t breathe, hyung.”
minho adjusts himself so they’re even more in each other’s faces. “do it with me. come on.” the heart monitor is getting rapid now, and the sound finally registers in minho’s ears and in his brain. “inhale, exhale, inhale, seungmin!”
a single tear makes its way down seungmin’s cheek. “i love you.”
“i lov- no, seungmin, please. please!”
...
arms grab minho by the shoulders and he’s sure he knocked someone’s teeth out until his vision completely goes dark.
-
minho stares at the clock. he’s been waiting for something, but he has already forgotten. it’ll probably come to remind him of itself later.
then the calendar right below it. plus one to the year since he’s been on autopilot. exactly, too , he realizes, as he fixates on the bold letters that spell out the fifth month of the year.
he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket before he hears the ringtone, set to an audio he had labelled ‘important, pick up’ . robotically, he ‘accepts’ and brings the speaker to his ear. “what?”
“i’ll be there to pick up the stuff soon,” the voice speaks. it belongs to him and seungmin’s best friend, or one of them, hyunjin.
“sure.” he zones out on a piece of plastic that landed on the foot of his coffee table. their coffee table. how does he describe the things in his own home anymore? was it even a home at all, when the thing he called home was personified by the tall and handsome brunette, and had perished in his arms?
“hyung.” hyunjin sounds urgent to an outside ear, but minho can hear the pity laced in a single word.
“hm.”
“is everything ready, i said?”
“yeah. yeah.”
he’s not sure if a whole minute passes before hyunjin asks the dreaded “how are you doing?” question. at least it wasn’t “are you okay?” this time.
“next question,” he says blandly instead.
“hyung...”
“stop. i’m fine.” he isn’t. they both know it. but who can blame them for trying to avoid the reality?
“...okay.” there’s a knock at the door. minho doesn’t immediately realize it’s hyunjin. “open the door.”
he hauls himself to the door and opens it to hyunjin, who wears a blank face. but minho can see it in his glossy eyes, what he wants to say. “i’m sorry.”
instead, hyunjin’s mouth opens with “let’s get these downstairs.” ‘these’ pertaining to the half dozen boxes of seungmin’s stuff that took a lot of time, sweat, and tears from minho to pack up.
it’s sunny when they step out from the apartment. minho wishes he could say he hadn’t been outside in months, but life required him to drag his body to get necessities every once in a while.
he’s not sure what’s been pushing him to keep going. maybe he hopes seungmin is proud of him for doing so. maybe he hopes seungmin will keep his promise.
no one can fault minho for believing it. seungmin had always been a man of his word.
he’s only brought out of his thoughts because hyunjin halted right in front of him, almost dropping his stack of boxes. “hey, puppy, puppy!”
minho looks over hyunjin’s slouched figure to see a dog. quite big, but he guesses golden retrievers grow fast.
must be at least a year old, he muses. the dog knocks minho out of his observation when it jumps onto him, promptly fully knocking over his boxes. “what’s the deal?”
he can tell hyunjin’s holding his laughter when he helps him pick up the stuff that spilled out from one of the containers. the tape must have gotten loose.
they’re almost done when gold shines in minho’s peripheral. he picks up a necklace; simple, flat heart with a small “M” engraved on the center.
he doesn’t realize he’s tearing up until hyunjin speaks, “hey, you okay?”
“no- yes.” liar. “yeah. this... i gave it to him. for our anniversary.”
hyunjin raises his brows, the way he does when he encounters something shocking or obvious. “keep it. why is it even in one of these?”
“i don’t know...” minho sighs. he doesn’t know what he would have done if he realized too late that he threw this away. “i just packed without paying attention, i guess.”
“you should have called us for help. you always can, alright?” the younger finishes up with the one box and sets a hand on minho’s shoulder. “even if it’s been a whole year since you talked to us...”
minho can’t look anywhere near hyunjin in shame. “i know. and i’m sorry about that.”
“hey, no worries,” he tries chasing minho’s line of sight, offering a small smile. “i know it’s been hard. we loved him, too.”
minho swallows a lump in his throat. how long had that been building up? “yeah. thanks.”
the dog, who minho already forgot about in their exchange, approaches them, specifically the hand that minho still clutched the gold necklace in. it sniffs up and down on it, then suddenly snatches it and runs off.
“hey!” minho shouts, running after it. hyunjin has half a mind to be sensitive and not pull out his phone to film this. he thinks it would have been funny any other day, though.
the two run around the block until the dog, annoyingly, settles right in front of the apartment’s entrance. minho heaves and pulls the jewelry back out from the dog’s mouth. he doesn’t mind the slobber getting all over him for some reason. he even pockets the necklace.
“don’t take things that aren’t yours,” he scolds. he comes back to hyunjin actually giggling his ass off now and pulls him up by the collar to finally put the rest of the boxes into the car.
“thank you, hyunjin,” he whispers. sincerely so, as if thanking him for something else other than helping him pack up. and maybe he was.
hyunjin smiles a little brighter than earlier. “always, hyung. i’m also just a phone call away if you need someone to talk to. me and the others.”
minho nods. “i’ll remember.”
they go in for a hug, hyunjin tightening his hold a little more. when they let go, it’s like a light bulb flickers on top of the younger’s head. “it’s changbin-hyung’s birthday soon! come see usss.”
“i’ll try.” and that’s all hyunjin needed to hear before he beams at him and finally drives off.
minho hears a whimper beside him and realizes-
“you’re still here?” he asks the dog, as if it’ll respond. but honestly, it might as well have understood him, because it whimpers again and marches toward the entrance of the building.
“who are your owners...? whatever, come on, get inside.”
minho wouldn’t do it normally, letting random dogs (or a dog in general) inside his house, but there was something about this one that he couldn’t resist. call him crazy, but the dog appears to be smiling when it looks up at him, and it’s ruining his heart. when they enter the apartment, it even waits for minho to enter before it shuffles its big paws inside, too.
“it’s not much,” he’s still talking to it, “not anymore.”
minho watches as the dog prances around the living room. there’s a table near the tv, low enough that it could sniff the few picture frames displayed on it. to minho’s confusion, it whimpers at the pictures.
“what’s wrong? you don’t like them?” his brows furrow into each other as he picks one up. “i think we look alright here.”
in the frame, the wind was a little too strong to the point of knocking seungmin’s hat into the air, making for a perfect candid shot of the two of them chasing it. they knew it was a good decision to tag hyunjin along that picnic date.
the dog nudges another one of the frames until it falls, concerning minho even more. it was one of seungmin’s, a shot of him facing the sun setting while they were on a bridge somewhere. he definitely did not force minho to take that fake candid shot.
minho crouches to pick it up and replace both frames onto the desk. the dog noses at his pocket and whimpers again. “jeez. i may not know much about dogs, but do you guys really cry this much...?”
he thinks for a moment before dialing on his phone and waiting probably half a second before hyunjin picks up. “hey, you know that dog earlier?”
“uh, yeah, what about it?”
“he keeps following me around and crying at our stuff,” he comments. the dog is just looking at the pictures again.
“you let it in your house?”
“well, i wasn’t gonna leave it out in the heat...”
“...sure, hyung. what breed was it again?”
“it’s a golden.” minho was about to ask why it could have possibly mattered, when it clicks. “golden retriever. i gotta call you back.”
“hyung-” and all hyunjin hears is the line dropping.
minho starts petting the dog, to its joy. “you recognize this guy?” it whimpers again before it starts looking around the house. “you have some really odd qualities...”
it leaves minho’s hold and starts trotting toward their shared bedroom. it looks untouched, bedsheets laying undisturbed, but a layer of dust collecting over that. dust covering everything, really. he’d started sleeping on the couch, the fear of his own memories of him and seungmin in that bedroom and on that bed being too much to bear to be able to sleep in there again.
“you won’t find any treats here, if that’s what you want,” he follows anyways. the dog stops in front a packed box. “shit, we must have missed this one,” he sighs.
the dog paws at it, like it was saying “open it” or something crazy in minho’s head. so, he does.
inside, they find a polaroid camera, and a bunch of photos scattered under it. guess i left this here on purpose. he and the dog sit down next to the box as he shuffles through the photos. well, more like showcases them to his new friend.
“this was from our trip to jeju. we were with our best friends.” he chuckles and points to a part in the photo, “you can kind of see them in the back here.”
shifting to another film, “a picnic near han river. he said he loved this place the most, ‘cause the sky is always so pretty when you look up.”
a tear is trekking down his face now, multiple following after. the dog whimpers at the sight. “i miss him. he’s probably happy in the sky, since he loves it so much.”
the dog is pawing at him, quite rough with how big its paws are and how textured probably from walking around on the street. where did this thing come from, again?
“what?” minho asks it, then suddenly, it’s jumping on him and licking all over his face. minho can’t bring himself to be disgusted over it, but he’s still confused as fuck. “hey buddy, we just met.”
that seems to trigger something in the dog’s mind, because now it’s sitting and whimpering and probably on the verge of barking at minho. “we just met, like an hour ago. I’m not your owner, you don’t know me-”
and it’s barking, really loudly. right in his face. “now you’re just being mean, puppy,” he chuckles. the dog makes a sound akin to a human huff and looks around again.
it knocks the box over, spilling the photos out, and minho watches in amusement as it seems to be looking for something specific. it gently grabs one into its mouth and nudges it into minho’s hand.
a picture from when they went on vacation to gimpo. that same day... “why did you give me this?”
it’s like it's losing patience when the dog steps onto the pocket where the necklace still is. minho takes it out, and the dog whimpers at it again.
his tears are still flowing when he starts laughing. “i’m gonna get called insane.” the dog’s head tilts.
“...seungminnie?”
rapidly, the dog’s tail is wagging and he jumps back onto minho to knock them both flat on the floor, licking and barking (happily, of course) in his face.
“what the hell,” he exclaims, still laughing at how ridiculous this all seems to be. “your next life.”
the dog stops his movements and just lays on minho. he really looks like he’s smiling at me. he almost can’t breathe under the dog’s weight and because of the snot building up in his nose, but he can’t bring himself to care.
“surely took you long enough,” he breathes. the dog smacks him in the face with that big paw of his, and minho’s crying even harder because that’s exactly what he would expect seungmin to do.
“kidding, as always. hm...” he trails, scratching softly behind the dog’s ears.
“i’ll call you sky.”
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i hope i actually made up for the mcd aha i don't usually write angst (i've never even written it without the fluff to counter it) but i really like how this one turned out.
it was originally written for a scriptwriting class i had, so if it had a little too much dialogue, that's why (i tried my best converting it into para forms o7)
thanks for reading :D thinking of putting my other fics on tumblr too but if u'd like to read them while they aren't here yet, they're on my ao3 already :)
Can I request Minho with prompt 27, please? 😄- “ Dance with me! ”
-Anon
27 for 2min please!! -Anon
Taemin looked so good
He sat there pouting, stirring a crappy mixed drink with too much vodka in it. He’d agreed to go to this wedding with Taemin because he was a good friend, because Taemin promised to not leave his side, and also because he was pretty much in love with the younger boy. It’s not that he didn’t want to go, he just didn’t feel like attending a wedding reception as his ‘date’ as Taemin had phrased it. He didn’t want to go on a ‘date’ especially if it wasn’t for an actual date.
Taemin was currently on the dance floor. He was doing a line dance with a ton of his relatives, as his cousin had gotten married and his entire family was there. Minho watched the younger boy carefully, not missing a kick, a sway of the hips, and definitely not missing the sudden eye contact between them both.
Minho froze, was he just caught watching Taemin? Was Taemin creeped out? Should Minho just go wait in the car for Taemin to be done?
Taemin smirked and threw a party in his head when he noticed the older boy watching him dance with his family. He must care to some degree, right? Taemin approached Minho, who was still panicking internally. “Minho! Come on! Dance with me!” He said, grabbing Minho by the arm and dragging him onto the dance floor, just as the line dance music was ending.
Taemin waited for the next song to start, and screamed quietly in his head as the music turned out to be a slow song. Minho chuckled when he saw Taemin’s confident air falter a bit. He took the younger around the waist and pulled him close. Taemin hesitantly wrapped his arms around Minho’s neck, clasping his hands together behind the elder, and they fell into a quiet step, holding each other tightly and each of them savoring the moment.
A/N I know the 1st anon asked for just Minho, but I figured I could combine with no problem. Thanks!!
