patience of a saint
wc: 3.4k
synopsis: leeknow had an awful day and lord knows he wont accept any pity. a warm bath might soothe his mind.
contents: sub!leeknow x softdom!reader. brat!leeknow, hyung!reader, hurt/comfort, bath, handjob, minho wants reader to be mean to him and is met with love and care, crying, hyung kink.
inspired by self-care. this became very sappy,,, hope the smut is still good yall :,)
Minho's day was awful. Nothing went right. For the first time in months, he had overslept. Han had to shake him awake, whining that “we have practice in 5 minutes!” as Minho groggily got out of bed. No time to wash up or eat as he was hurried to the car, their manager sighing as he picked them up. Then there was practice. The members often relied on him with dance. They were all a talented bunch, working hard to learn whatever choreography was featured on their next comeback, but Minho had a way of grasping it that none of them could. He knew the details simply after watching the teacher once, and he honestly worked as an assistant when it was time for the others to learn. This morning, however, his mind was elsewhere. Any and all questions were met with a furrow of his brows, his patience worn thin quicker than usual. He grunted in frustration at any “silly questions”, telling them to just work harder and shut up. He could see Chan talking with Han out of the corner of his eye, probably asking what the hell was wrong with him. He knew it was unfair of him to be like that. He usually enjoyed it, the responsibility and trust. Being a dependable hyung who his younger friends looked up to and listened to. But something about the chaos of his morning had thrown him off for the entire day. He barely spoke in fear of saying something he didn’t mean.
The day dragged on as they practised. The others kept their distance, not out of fear but just so he could self-regulate. Felix walked past him and dropped off a snack for him, but didn’t engage besides that. Minho felt so lonely even when surrounded by his friends. He knew it was pathetic, he was the one actively pushing them away, but the pain of it didn’t decrease by that knowledge. Everything was shit and he wanted it all to be over.
8 hours later when practice was done, he was ready to go in the car. Han, Chan and Changbin were going out to eat afterwards before they got in the studio to work on some songs and asked if he wanted to join them. Minho shook his head, mumbling that he just wanted to sleep. They let him go, murmuring amongst each other worriedly. He didn’t have the energy to socialize, not even with his favourite people. He couldn’t sit at a table having to face them and the harsh comments he had made. It was better to just go home, sleep, and apologize the day after, even if the thought of being on his lonesome made him feel physically ill. He sat down in the car, and the manager started driving him home. Minho had his headphones on with no music just to dull the sounds of the road. Every little sound was overwhelming and he was incredibly overstimulated. When they were 10 minutes away from his and Han’s dorm, he felt the car jump. His manager cursed under his breath and pulled over. They had a flat tyre. Perfect. Minho could barely hold himself back from screaming, opting to take a deep breath to calm himself instead. He was handed a mask and a hat and was told it was quicker for him to walk than to wait for someone to pick him up. The manager looked apologetic as he said he had to stay by the car to wait for a towing truck and couldn’t walk him home. Minho sighed yet again, nails digging into his palms. He just walked. He needed to get home so he could yell into his pillow, shower, and dream of a better tomorrow.
Just as he thought the day couldn’t get worse, it started raining. Heavy cold droplets poured down on him as he hurried home to his apartment. Within minutes, he was soaked down to the bone, clothes sticking uncomfortably to his skin. He would’ve cried if he wasn’t so pissed off. When he finally arrived at the apartment complex, of course the elevator had stopped working. He couldn’t even react. He just walked up the stairs, hair dripping, and opened the door.
What Minho didn’t know was how many messages you had received. The members had texted you throughout the day about his mood, begging you for guidance on how to deal with him. You were the one who had told Felix to get him something to eat. You were also the one who encouraged 3racha to invite him out for dinner. Nothing had worked based on how they all whined in their messages. You had sighed and told them not to worry about it. You’d deal with it. Hence why when Minho opened the door, he was met with you. It wasn’t hard getting in, considering you knew the password to the door from your previous visits. While Minho had walked home in the pouring rain, you had ordered food and gathered all the blankets on his bed. With a gentle smile, you walked up to him.
“Hi my love.”
You looked him up and down, frowning as you saw the state of him. He looked sopping wet and close to tears, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. Before anything else, you hurried over to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. You were about to dry his hair for him when he grabbed it, snatching the towel out of your hands to dry himself. You blinked in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
Your voice was gentle as you questioned him. He just huffed, not saying a word, and walked inside. You knew he got like this sometimes. There were times he was so upset he didn’t want to talk and he just headed straight to bed. That, you were used to. But he wasn’t usually rude. Teasing, sure, no one could get his bratty side out of him, but never rude.
“There's food in the kitchen. I got pudding for you.”
You called out after him. Another grunt in response as he sat down at the table and unpacked the food. He ate like a machine, shuffling food into his mouth with no enjoyment of the flavour. You sighed deeply. You knew he needed some kindness right now. To be cared for. But you doubted he’d agree to it in this sate. You left him on his own and started preparing, both mentally and physically.
Minho's mind was swimming in thoughts. He thought about tomorrow, how he’d apologize to the others. The bed that was calling to him like siren song. How wet he was. You. How he was happy you were there, but also apologetic because he knew he wasn’t great company right now. He sighed as you walked further into the apartment. Minho knew you meant well. That you wanted to look after him. A part of him wanted that too. But he was too rigid, too up in his emotions to show how grateful he was. He eyed the pudding. He had no idea how you knew about his shitty mood, but he could guess his members had some part in it. Apparently he’d have to apologize and say thank you once the morning came. Another sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed a plate and a spoon and opened the pudding container. It was really sweet of you to get him his favourite treat, but the taste was almost bitter in his mouth. His mood was ruined, so the pudding was ruined; that was just the way things worked. He still ate it, hoping it’d at least make him a bit easier to deal with for you. It didn’t.
He stood up and put the dishes in the sink before walking towards his bed. His hair was still damp, so were his clothes, but he didn’t have the energy to care. So what if he was shaking from the cold? Showering and drying off felt like too much of a process for him to even start. He peeked into his room, expecting to see you sitting on his bed on your phone only for you to be nowhere to be seen. All that was there was the pile of blankets you had laid there. He felt his stomach churn. You had brought him pudding, food, a towel and were ready to tuck him in warmly under the blankets, and he had barely spoken to you. He felt bad. Like an ungrateful spoiled brat. He sighed and rubbed his temples, his head aching. He should at least say thank you. If he didn’t he wouldn’t be able to sleep. With tired steps, he looked around for you. You weren’t in the living room, nor in Han's room. He blinked slowly and walked up to the bathroom. The lights were turned off, yet the room was lit. Candles of various sizes littered the bathroom, casting it in a yellow glow. The tub was filled with warm lilac water that smelled of lavender, bubbles covering the surface. And in the middle stood you, dressed in a white bathrobe. You smiled fondly.
“Are you ready for your bath?”
He should’ve been happy, smiling back at you and thanking you for how sweet you were. All he could feel was guilt, stabbing at his insides like ice-cold knives. You did this for him, showed him such care, and he had done nothing to deserve it. He frowned and shook his head.
“You go ahead. I’m going to bed.”
He muttered. He was met with a soft sigh as you walked closer. He was expecting you to be mad, to punish him for his rudeness. That might actually have helped get him out of his head. To have you degrade and push him around, for you to use him. That wasn’t what he got. What he got was you dragging a gentle hand through his wet hair and smiling with the patience of a saint.
“Minho. You’re taking a bath.”
It wasn’t a request; it was a command. He shivered at the way his name fell from your lips. It was caring yet firm. You weren’t budging. But sadly his shame outweighed everything else, so he shook his head, your fingers still tangled into his locks.
“No.”
You tutted at him, petting his hair softly.
“Baby… Don’t you want to be a good boy for hyung? Let me take care of you.”
Your words were sickly sweet. He swallowed thickly, trying to keep the fight in him.
“I…”
You just hummed and leaned closer, kissing his forehead.
“Let's get you out of these clothes, you're shaking.”
You carefully peeled off his shirt. His skin was cold to the touch as you rubbed at his chest soothingly. You trailed kisses down his neck, undoing his belt. Minho kept shivering, but now for a different reason. You were so gentle with him. Frustratingly so. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but he pushed them down, looking up at the ceiling. You didn’t bat an eye, just pulled his pants and underwear down in one sweep, and held his hands so he could step out of them. His body betrayed him. No matter how insistent he was that he wouldn’t let you care for him, his body craved it like nothing else. His muscles ached, and his head was pounding. He needed care, and his body knew that, so he followed your lead and stepped out of his pants. You kissed his temple in silent praise and led him to the bathtub.
With one tug, your bathrobe was undone, sliding down your arms in a heap on the floor. Minho let his eyes run down your body, his own starting to warm up at the sight. You didn’t say anything about it, just helped him into the bathtub. He sat down and was submerged in the hot water. It felt heavenly against his worn body, already starting to relieve his pain. You sat down behind him, pulling his back into your front as you relaxed against the edge of the bathtub. He couldn’t relax. He felt awkward. Not because the two of you were naked together, that had happened more than once before, but the softness of your touch was burdensome. You ran your fingers through his hair, gathering some water in one of your hands to pour it down his head. It was… really nice. Too nice. Not something he felt like he deserved. Minho deserved punishment. Harsh touches that left bruises on his skin and pleasure to his stomach. He shouldn’t receive this amount of care, in his opinion. He craved thet bordering on painful pleasure. He thought that might make all his bad thoughts go away. Put him out off his suffering.
Hence why he egged you on. He leaned his head back against your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Minho licked your skin before biting down, sucking on your neck to mark you. You hadn’t given him permission, and he knew that. Your grip tightened on the side of the bathtub. Unfortunately for him, you knew exactly what he was doing. You didn’t curse at him like he wanted, just let the hand on his head drag lower down to his throat. He was hoping you’d grab it to put him in his place. Just hard enough so he could feel it. But no. Your hands continued exploring. You petted his stomach gently, humming in his ear. The touch, no matter how innocent, still affected him. Minho tried to push his hips up to meet your hand, but you didn’t let him, moving your hand to his hip. He whined against your neck, biting down harder. You didn’t react, just massaged his hip with gentle care. You were killing him. Minho felt desperate. All he wanted was for you to force him into submission, to turn off his brain, but every single time he tried to get a rise out of you, you stayed stoic.
“Today must’ve been so hard, baby. I’m so sorry.”
You cooed and kissed the side of his head. He felt his heart in his throat at your affection. Minho grunted.
“Shut up.”
You both knew he didn’t mean that. It was half-hearted at best, and just an attempt to get you angry.
“You’ve worked so hard, my sweet boy. Always my good boy.”
More kisses were littered down his forehead and cheeks. He felt your hands wander lower to the inside of his thighs, massaging firmly. He whimpered at the sensation, cock twitching in the water.
“Hyung…”
He whined.
“Yes baby?”
Your fingers teased along the fold where his thighs and groin met, painfully close to where he wanted you. His hand sank in the water, pulling your hand to his cock. You simply pulled it off, continuing your innocent massage. Minho nibbled at your throat again.
“My good boy asks for what he wants, doesn’t he?”
His need pulsed underneath his skin at your words. You knew what he wanted, so why didn’t you just give it to him? Why did you have to be this frustrating? Another whine escaped his lips.
“Touch me.”
He meant to sound demanding, but he ended up sounding desperate, his voice breathless.
“I am touching you.”
You said with feigned ignorance, nails dragging along his skin. Minho groaned.
“Touch me here.”
He nudged your hand to his cock again. You tutted softly.
“Use your words for hyung.”
The title was a weak blow. You knew what that did to him. Minho swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath. Deep down he wanted to be good for you. After a full day of mentally putting himself down he longed to hear your sweet praise. To feel like he did something good. To not just be angery and frustrated. He sighed shakily and spoke.
“Please touch my cock, hyung.”
Minho had never sounded so small. He could feel your smile against the side of his face.
“Good boy.”
Finally, you wrapped your hand around him. He gasped, his nails digging into his thighs. All the frustration from the day had built up inside him, making him incredibly sensitive. You felt him twitch in your hand as you stroked him slowly, all the way from root to tip. Even with your languid pace your grip was firm. He melted in your hands, head sagging against your shoulder in defeat. His brattiness had died as soon as you wrapped around him.
“There you go, just relax.”
You murmured in his ear. Minho had hoped for you to be rough with him. Remind him where he stood in the pecking order and make him feel ripped apart. But now he didn’t care. Feeling you gently pull him apart with the promise of putting him back together felt so much better. You were incredibly patient with him and showed him the love and care he felt undeserving off. It was dizzying. He didn’t know when the tears started falling but he didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed. He felt small and safe in your arms. Minho was blabbering, his words were jumbled as he whined and begged for more. You just shushed him, kissing his face and neck lovingly. His orgasm built slowly. Not intense or rough, just a gradual build. It started in his stomach, swirling until it spread out along his body, all the way to the tips of his fingers. He sobbed into the open air, his noises echoing against the bathroom walls.
“Close? Go ahead whenever you’re ready, I’ve got you.”
Minho didn’t know if he had blurted it out in the midst of his blabbering or if you just knew his body that well. His muscles barely tensed in anticipation of his orgasm. He was floating in the pleasure, body feeling one with the water. With one final stroke he came. Minho sighed as he pulsed in your hand, body falling limp against you. All the way throughout it you whispered praise and rubbed at his arm gently to ground him. He was fully gone, eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. He struggled to do so, sobbing softly as all of his frustrations from the day released at once. You just pulled him closer, arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace as you kissed his tears away.
After a few minutes he came back to his body. His breathing was more even and his tears had stopped. All he could feel was the water and your warm body against his. He blinked slowly through the haze and turned to look at you. He was met with your smile, gentle and fond.
“Do you feel a bit better?”
You hummed, pushing his hair away from his face. He nodded and leaned in for a kiss.
“I’m sorry.”
He mumbled against your lips. You pulled back and shook your head.
“Nothing to be sorry for. I knew you were upset and I’m glad I could help.”
You rubbed his cheek, his eyes red and puffy as he looked up at you. He wanted to say more, to apologise again, but didn’t. He knew you didn’t want nor need to hear it. You understood him better than he did himself and had taken care of him the way he needed. His heart felt so full.
“Thank you.”
He said with a shy smile. You just kissed him again.
“You’re welcome. Let’s clean you properly and get you in bed, okay?”
The rest of the evening went by in a blur. You helped Minho wash up and toweled him dry the way you had intended to do before. He was quiet, only mumbling the occasional “thank you hyung”. You got the two of you dressed in some boxers and got into bed, the piles of blankets wrapped around you to keep you warm. Minhos mind felt a lot more quiet as you embraced him. The day had been… frankly, awful. But you had saved it somehow. Made him calm down without using force, without needing to. You had been a reliable hyung. All he needed. He was so grateful. With less weight on his shoulders and a tired smile on his lips he fell asleep in your arms, ready for whatever the next day had in store.
