The door slams and you let out a breath as you drop your bags on the floor. You toss your keys on the side table and kick off your shoes as three little furry friends rush to greet you.
They rub against your legs and purr, happy that you’re home, their soft fur comforting. The tv is blasting in the living room and your boyfriend’s laughter rings out, high and shrill.
The noise hurts your ears and you let out a huff, as you already have a headache after the day you’ve just had. You drag your feet to the kitchen, the cats hot on your tail, probably thinking they’re going to get a treat.
“Hey baby,” Minho says, not even bothering to turn around to look at you.
You mumble an explicative under your breath as you stare at the stove. The stove that is empty, where food should be cooking or waiting. The dishes are piled high in the sink, neither one of you making an effort to clean them after getting lost in your week.
Heat rises to your face and you take a few deep breathes to calm yourself, not wanting to let your irritation from your long day get to you. Instead you leave the room and make your way to the living room where Minho is lounging, his feet propped up on the coffee table and arms behind his head.
That anger that you pushed down bubbles up again at his comfort, at his nonchalance in helping out around the house while you were at work. You find yourself balling up your fist at your side and looking at him before huffing, “glad to see you had a great day.”
You say it with venom, hoping he’ll get the hint, but instead he smiles and starts chatting about his day and the things he did.
“I did baby! Jisung came over and we watched a few episodes of that new anime we started the other day and…”
On and on he yapped, gushing about how great a day he had. You glared at Minho and saw red as the anger became worse with each passing moment. You could feel yourself slowly shutting down, your brain starting to become foggy, your fingertips tingling.
Your heart raced and beads of sweat formed across your brow. Sooni wrapped himself around your legs, purring and looking up at you expectantly and meowed. Looking down, you took in the furry cat and focusing on how his soft fur felt on your legs, you let out a breath, slightly letting off some steam that had been steadily and dangerously building.
“I’m gonna feed the cats,” you mumbled and left to go back to the kitchen, Minho pausing mid sentence as he watched you shuffle out of the room.
He realizes you have that look about you, the one that you try to hide and lock away deep inside. Minho swallows thickly and debates whether he should follow you, but decides not to as too much attention when you feel like this can backfire. He settles back in the couch and turns his attention to the tv, but keeps the volume on low so he can listen for you.
Once in the kitchen, you begin the routine of preparing Sooni, Tooni, and Dori’s dinner, grabbing three cans of cat food and the special spoon reserved just for them. The little ones mewl pitifully, pacing back and forth as if they are starving and haven’t been fed in ages. Dori bumps his head against your leg and lets out a merp as if he’s saying hurry up.
You grab the supplements that are added to the food, setting them down next to the cans of cat food. Lastly, you reach up in the cabinet to grab the first cat bowl, eyeing the little fish that line the edges.
Your fingers reach out, your movements slowed and your hands trembling. They make contact with the ceramic and grasp the lip of the bowl and you tug it down. However, in transit your grip loosens and the bowl falls, bouncing off the counter and falling to the floor to shatter into a hundred pieces.
The cats scatter at the sound, running into the corner of the room to hide, their beady eyes searching for the source of the sound. You stand frozen in place, your body shaking, your breath coming out in hurried pants. You stare at the mess, eyeing the pieces of glass that litter the floor around your feet.
You feel something wet drip down your face, one at first and then multiple, leaving wet patterns on your cheeks. You don’t hear Minho who as rushed to the scene at the sound of the bowl breaking.
You barely notice as he quickly disposes of the glass shards. You don’t hear his voice that’s coaxing out your name, softly, gently, trying to pull you back.
It’s too much. It’s too much.
Three little words that run through your mind, over and over as you focus on the floor. Minho’s hands grasp yours and gently leads you to the couch where he pulls you down, cradling your trembling body to his side. He pulls a blanket around you, the fuzzy one that you like that makes you feel like you are in a cocoon.
He holds you to his chest tightly, resting his cheek on top of your head, a frown on his face. He needs to ground you, to bring you back to him and he pulls you even closer.
Sitting in silence, he lets you cry, lets you whimper and clutch at his hoodie. He feels the tears soaking the fabric, feels the overwhelming sorrow that plagues your body after the tough day you’ve had.
Time passes and with that your breathing calms, the tears slowing down until they completely stop and your face dries. You continue to clutch onto your boyfriend’s hoodie, breathing in the scent of him, a mixture of citrus and just... him. It comforts you, calms you, brings you back to the here and now.
Once you feel more steady, you break the silence, your voice slightly shaky. “I’m sorry. It’s one of those days…I just…just snapped.”
Minho hums acknowledging your statement. “I’m sorry too baby. I should have helped out more today.”
You attempted to shake your head. It’s not his fault, not at all. You both are busy and work crazy hours, both of you tired and barely functioning after a long day. It’s just dishes, just dinner, not the end of the world. But after the day you’ve had and the thoughts creeping up, you felt overstimulated, exhausted, irritated.
And you took it out on the one person who is always there for you. Who loves you unconditionally.
“No, Min. You did nothing wrong.” You whisper and nuzzle your head deeper into his chest.
You both sit in silence some more until Minho begins to pepper soft kisses on your head. His gentleness brings you to tears again, thankful for such an amazing boyfriend.
“I love you y/n and I will be here for you no matter what, no matter how bad it gets. You mean everything to me. Okay? You're amazing and tough and I just fall in love with you more when I see you bounce back, not letting anything keep you down.”
You lean back to stare at Minho, observe the love that is seated deep in his eyes as he cradles your cheek gently, wiping away the tears that continue to fall.
“Really?" you pause for a moment and then say "okay." You attempt to smile, letting out a little huff in the process.
Minho smiles back and pecks his lips against yours. “Now how about we order take out…but only after feeding these gremlins,” he says with a frown as Sooni, Tooni, and Dori let out their fury at a delayed dinner.
You let out a giggle and try to get up. “I think that’s a great idea.”
You truly do love this little family you both have created and the comfort it brings to your life.
summary: You can't stand the boy that sits behind you in class. He's rude, arrogant and a huge Playboy. and now you're paired with him for your newest poetry assignment.
warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, Playboy Minho, heavy kissing, groping.
It's not that you hated your new poetry course. Just one specific person in your new poetry class. Minho would show up late or sometimes not at all. And when he did bother to show up, he would sit at the desk behind yours. He would lean into your ear and ask you what he missed.
His breath would be warm against your neck and the first time he whispered, you actually felt butterflies. You were nice and smiled. You would turn your head and tell him in hushed tones what he had missed. He'd notice the slight flush in your cheeks and it would make him smirk because he knew. He knew that your head was pounding because of him.
But then one day after the class had ended a girl had pushed her way through a crowd of students to get to him. She yelled and cried because he never called her again. She told him he was an asshole and his response was “what's your name again?”
So now when Minho strolls into class late and takes his seat behind you, you keep your head forward. You suffocate the butterflies in your stomach and square your shoulders. You refuse to be another notch on that man's belt. You refuse to let him make you feel so warm and wet and so-
“I think I'll partner you with Minho this week.”
Your eyes flash to the front of the class where the teacher is looking directly at you. “No, no I can't. I…” you plead but the teacher just shakes his head and hands you the newest template for the poetry course this week.
Minho's dorm room was exactly as you expected. Messy, unkempt, a real boy's place. As the two of you stepped inside he off the cuff mentioned he had a roommate but the two of you should be undisturbed for the night.
“Who's your roommate?” You ask as you pull a few textbooks out of your bag. Your voice was flat and ultimately uninterested but you needed to make some kind of small talk to cut through this tension of being in Minho's living room. Minho rummaged through his fridge and pulled out a few beers before making his way back to you on the couch. “You don't know him.” He said quickly. He slid the second beer across his coffee table to you. You rolled your eyes and pushed it to the edge of the table and pulled out the template from class. “Let's get started, okay? The sooner we get this going, the sooner we can be done and never speak to each other again.”
Minho smirked, his slender fingers tapping against the neck of his beer bottle. “Aw, what's the matter? You don't like me?” He leaned in closer. “Nope.” You snapped back. This response made Minho laugh. A loud, full laugh that promised that he didn't believe you. He was cocky and he was sure that every girl wanted him. His eyes lingered on you as you continued to read over the template. “So, what bullshit do we have to write about now?” Minho asked while taking another swig of his beer. You sighed heavily in response. “Love. The subject is just love. It says to write about any kind of love, however it speaks to you.”
Minho let out a huff. “Between a beautiful woman's legs, that's the only love I need.” He remarks. “You're disgusting.” You retort. You slide a template over to where he sits, “just write something, pervert.” Minho's face scrunches up for a moment, “aren't we supposed to be working on this together, partner?”
“You're a big boy, you can handle it.” You scold, your hand gripping tightly to your pencil. “Just write.” Minho sighs loudly as his body slumps deeper into the couch. An hour goes by without either of you saying a word to one another. Just the sounds of pencils scraping and pages turning fills the air around you. “This is stupid.” Minho complains, finally breaking the silence. The sound of a pencil hitting the coffee table breaks you out of your writing trance and you shoot a glaring look at him. “If you hate this so much, why did you sign up for this class?” You quip back.
Minho's eyes flash an intensity that matches yours. An angry, exacerbated look that contracts with his normal cool and calm demeanor. Has he never had someone challenge him before? Has he never had a girl stand up to him instead of immediately falling to her knees? You hold your stance and the two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Then Minho grabs your half-written poem in an instant before you can even process what he is doing. He stands up from the couch and holds it ceremoniously. “Let's see what Miss Goody-Goody wrote about love, eh?” You fumble up from the couch and take a confident dive at Minho to try to get the paper back but miss as he pulls the paper away at the last minute. “Give that back!” You demand. But Minho holds the paper just out of reach, laughing proudly as he does. You look back at the coffee table to find his paper sitting there unprotected and take your chance, snatching it quickly into your hands. Minho's eyes widen as he realizes where this little chess game has led the two of you and his cheeks begin to burn a bright, hot red. His voice drops to a low, intimidating octane, “give it here. I'm serious.” His hand splayed out in front of you.
You let out a triumphant laugh and stick up your nose at him. “No way!” Minho smirk turns to a serious expression and he takes a few steps towards you, causing you to take a few steps back. Soon you are frantically trying to figure out your next move. You quickly fake left before turning to the right and easing your way around Minho and down the hall to an open door welcoming you inside. You hastily run into the room and shut the door behind you, hearing the pounding sound of Minho's palms flat against the other side of the door. “This isn't funny anymore! Come out of there!” He shouts from the hallway.
You clear your throat ready to read the poem out loud. Minho groans loudly before giving the door one last defeated thud. Your eyes scan the page and you find yourself frozen by something you did not expect.
A carnation bright
Unfold for me
This is everything and nothing
I put a ribbon and signed the envelope
Postage stamp
In the garden you wait
Surrounded by a soil that drains
Who waters you?
Where is the watering can that fills your petals, sweet Carnation?
I pluck you so carefully
Lie you down on the softest pillow
You've ever felt
You clutch the page in your hands, a slight tremble causing the paper to crinkle under your fingertips. Your eyes pour over every line again and again. The words are erased and written again, scribbled over and corrected. But the words he chose, the words he decided were the right ones to express himself, they stayed etched in pencil led with a secretive beauty. You slowly make your way to the bedroom door and turn the door knob. You find Minho sitting in the hallway across from the door. He glares up at you, his face painted red in embarrassment. “Don't say anything. I know it's bad.” He whispers, his voice shaking slightly.
You step out into the hallway and kneel in front of where Minho sits. “It's not bad, Minho. It's actually…good.” You confess. You watch Minho's head lift up as he searches your face for any hint of a lie. Then he lifts up your paper, “you didn't write anything.” He smirks.
Then it was your face that burned red. You had written a few pathetic lines of poetry before erasing everything in frustration. “I hate what I wrote. I hate everything I write.” you murmur. This causes Minho's smile to grow and spread across his face. But this smile was different, not a mocking, cocky smile but a smile that seemed to understand exactly what you meant. “That just means you're good at what you do. Come here, I'll show you.” He said and then stood up taking your hand in his and pulling you back into the bedroom. The bedroom that was, in fact, his bedroom. In the far corner of the room stood a tall, broad bookshelf so full that it almost looked like it would bend and break if just one more book was added. Minho searched the shelf for just a moment before pulling out three books. He then turned on his heels to face you. “These authors didn't even get published until their late 40s. Can you believe that? Now everyone reads them!” His eyes lit up with the kind of fascination designated for a child on Christmas morning. He placed the books in your hands and begged you to read them. You looked down at the books in your hands and furrowed your brow. This was not the boy you were expecting. Why did he have to act like such an asshole all the time? Why did he have to act so uninterested and bored all of the time?
You look up from the books and stare at Minho for a moment. “Why are you so afraid of people seeing this side of you?”
Minho jolts from your blunt question. His eyes lock with yours and for a moment his mouth hangs open in silence. Then he steps closer to you. “Because this side is too real, too raw. If they are the real me then they can hurt the real me. And I can't risk that.”
Something snaps in you at his response. You didn't know if it was his honesty or the fact that you had been feeling the exact same way but something outside of yourself brought your lips to his. His lips were surprisingly tender. His hands made their way up to your jawline and nestled there as the two of you worked in tandem. Your nose brushed against one another as his mouth opened in invitation. Your tongue scraped softly against his teeth, giving way to his teeth biting and holding onto your bottom lip. A soft and vulnerable noise escaped you at that moment. And a flash of all the women who have ever been in this room entered your mind, causing you to break the kiss. You stumble back and press your hand over your mouth. “I can't. I'm sorry.” You turn towards the bedroom door and make your way down the hallway to leave. You frantically and admittedly quite clumsily grab your book bag and jacket before making a b-line to the front door.
Minho never tried to stop you, never called your name out and begged you to stay. You walked back to your dorm room and threw yourself onto the bed. You bury your face in your pillow until all light leaves and only darkness remains. He wasn't just a fuckboy, player, or asshole. He was actually someone who you could fall in love with. And that thought was scarier than anything else.
Hii ! <3
i saw your angst ask game , could i get 6 and 7 with lino ?
Tysm in advance hon ! I hope you have a great day / night / evening !
"Baby, please." Minho gasps. "I am sor-"
"Don't you dare apologize." You scream. "If you didn't want me anymore you could have talked to me! We could have worked things out or not! But I find out you slept with her!" You cry.
"I was so fucking stupid, I know that. I was scared, I know it's not an excuse but I don't want her or anyone else! I want you!" He yells.
"It's a little late for that. You told me not to worry about her." You hiccup. You can't breathe, the tears are too heavy as you gasp for air.
"Y/N.. baby." Minho gasps, rushing towards you.
"Don't touch me! You lost your right to care about me.. about us." You sob. "You don't deserve my forgiveness."
Minho stands there, the life he could have had flashing through his eyes as he watches you, the one he loved, the one who was carrying his child, walk through the door without so much as a glance back at him.
Warnings: well angst obviously, no happy ending, breakup, idk if i missed any but this one is light ig
Oh you hated it, the way he instantly pushed his head down, the way his mouth opened to get in a little sharp breath, the way his hands tightened to fists, the way he turned away and all the while you watched, there was only one question in your head. 'Why can he not look at her?'
Right. You wouldn't ever understand, they had something you had pretended you both had too for so long, she left him astray and you couldn't help but doubt if he loved you or were you just a rebound, just a bandaid over his bleeding wounds, barely containing him from going insane and merely there to keep him sane.
Was that all you meant to him in the end? You were too afraid to ask, because the answer wouldn't be the one you needed but the one he wanted. "Minho" you called and watched him shut his eyes watched him exhale past the tears building up in the eyes you sought comfort from. "Minho!" You called again and he flinched, answering without meeting your eyes.
"yes, love" he gritted his teeth at the name and you followed with a gulp.. "can we leave....please?" You asked and he nodded getting up without facing you once, he bid goodbyes to his friends and there were nothing but awkward glances towards you by them.
You wanted to hide, laughing at how the only man you had loved your whole life embarrassed you to death in front of people he deemed to be his best friends, everyone could see it. The way minho's breathes sharpened as she entered the big room and you had decided you've had enough when he left without even glancing at you.
"goodbye" you smiled knowing everyone is the room had an idea that you'd be meeting them for the last time today. The ride home was long and you hated staying in the same car as him. You could feel embarrassment bubbling up and tingling in your whole body and shuddered, catching your lover's, or was he? Attention for the first time in the night.
"what's wrong?" He asked and you chuckled satirically, "what's wrong?" You mocked him and he frowned barely paying attention to the road anymore, it was empty either way and with how embarrassed you felt you'd rather just jump outside on the empty road than stay with him.
"should've looked at yourself when she entered the room." Oh pathetic way to start, very pathetic. "What?" He snapped and you couldn't hold it in anymore. "You fucking teared up in front of the whole room, you were shivering minho. If that is how big of an effect she has on you..then why the fuck am i here?" You asked, looking at him after so long you barely recognised him.
"that is not true." He stated gulping, oh he knew it was. It was everything but a lie, you were right and he hated it. "It's not her, it's just the things that happened between us y/n you shouldn't assume." He defended. "Yeah after a year if all that still affects you i support you, no i really do if you were almost on the verge of weeping from the bad memories I'm here minho. But tell me is that all??? Really? Does she mean nothing to you?" You questioned and minho turned towards you in haste, pulling the car to a stop.
"yes, she means-" he stopped when his eyes met yours, you were looking at him so desperately barely containing the tears. "Please minho is that true she means nothing to you?" You asked again, a tear falling past your eyes, you made no effort wiping it when the look you dreaded crossed his face. "Y/n..." He started trying to grab your hand but you pulled away.
"if what you say is true, why? Why does everyone look at me like I'm the one who means nothing when she's there? why can't you answer my question? Why do you tear up at the sight of her? Does she really mean nothing...or am i the one who means nothing?" You interrogated, accusing him of things he knew were too true to be declined.
"no i swear-" he gulped. "I swear she means nothing to me" he stated, avoiding your eyes, big mistake. and you sobbed watching the lie seeping through his eyes. "no. Don't lie, look at yourself." You cried and he lowered his head. Eyes tearing up at the situation. "I'm sorry.." he started and you laughed. "sorry? After a fucking year? You tell me you're sorry after a year of being together? I gave you time minho. So much time. But this is it. You leave me at a hotel for today, I'll come to gather my stuff tomorrow." You sighed, wiping away your tears. Comforting yourself with the thought that you could cry alone after he's gone, everything hitting you off at once.
Oh you did not want to breathe anymore. You did not want to be here either. Minho's ex girlfriend had cheated on him and you were best friends with both of them, not only did you lose your best friend but you were somehow pulled to love minho knowing he was and never will be over her.
He didn't cheat, yeah. But nor was he ever over her. Not when he couldn't cut her off his life after more than a year of breakup, not when he would still shiver at the sight of her, as his best friend you understood but as his girlfriend you hated him. You hated him to the core.
And when you were alone in the hotel room sobbing so hard you couldn't breathe, maybe then it occurred to you that you were nothing but a rebound, a pathetic, useless rebound to minho. Maybe that's why you stayed up the whole night crying, and maybe that's why nothing in your life felt worth it anymore. But one thing you knew was, you'd be past this, maybe life was as mean to you as it could be but you knew you'd be over it and maybe this time the one holding your hand wouldn't hold it to gather his scattered pieces but because he would scatter without you.
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"honeyyy come!! Come here i want you to meet someone" wooyoung screamed in a high squeaky voice and you smiled. It has been years since you last felt so alive, but working on your mental health and letting him in your heart was a good decision indeed, he was the nicest guy you could've ever met, except for minho. Yes. You thought about him still. A lot. Not because you still loved him but because of how guilty you felt for treating him the way you did.
If you were to go back you'd still break up with him, but maybe save him some heartbreak, maybe prove to him that he deserved all the love in the world even if you couldn't give him any. Oh how you wished you could just tell him how sorry you were. And you were a little hurt yes, you wished he'd ask more. You wished he gave you one more chance to prove yourself but yeah it was all your fault to begin with.
"go y/n he's been screaming so loud my ears will burst" seonghwa almost cried and his bride laughed, you were in the after party of one of your soon to be husband's best friend. Yes. You were engaged to wooyoung, oh how life played, never would you have guessed but here it goes.
Wooyoung was a lovely guy, and when he first met you you were on the verge of dying, the first time he met you, you were crying, shaking as you made your way to the hospital, sobbing as blood seeped past your nerves, asking for help for the first time in your life. Wooyoung was a assistant doctor and immediately got up to you, picking you up and rushing inside half panicked. Later you got to know it was his first day.
That guy gave you life when everything else was taken away, and you were grateful, so in love and thankful God gave you him. You could never begin to explain what all wooyoung has done for you but one thing everyone knew was he had saved your life and made you into the happiest version of yourself.
"y/n see how cute!!" Wooyoung yelled running towards you with a baby in his arms, a small baby boy and oh god your heart almost stopped as you watched him coddle the baby close to his head. "HE'S SO CUTE!" Wooyoung exclaimed. Oh you always wondered where he got so much energy from. "yeah!" You smiled, the baby was quiet, eating his own hand as he stared at you with big doe eyes, slightly resembling your old lover.
"hey there" you cooed, coming closer to him as you pressed a gentle finger to his cheek to which he smiled and made you grabby hands, surprising indeed but he seemed to like you.
"wooyoung! Omg you scared me don't run with him like that ever again" you heard a familiar voice and there it was, minho. Right in front of you. You couldn't believe he was here, what a small world. Your eyes blurred as you came face to face with him, both of you as shocked as the other.
"um... Hi!" You mumbled awkwardly and wooyoung was immediately on edge, connecting the fact the minho you told him about was the same minho who was bestest friends with seonghwa. Wooyoung could feel his skin crawling at the way you reacted but you smiled and held his hand, comforting him with a look of nothing but love.
"honey can i talk to minho for a moment?" You asked him and minho squeezed your hand before letting it go and getting the baby out of your arms. "Yes...just know i love you.." he uttered and you couldn't believe how much you loved him, you had always told wooyoung you wanted to apologise to minho once and the fact he respected it meant so much to you.
"hi.." minho mumbled and you could see the way his eyes were slightly relieved to see you. "you.... I'm so proud of you y/n" minho mumbled as wooyoung made his way past both of you and you couldn't help but tear up at the words. "I'm happy now!" You told him and did an awkward shrug and minho chuckled, tearing up himself.
"i know" he sighed and you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. "is he yours?" You asked referring to the baby and minho nodded, making you smile harder. "He's so cute...." - "I'm glad you're happy-" you both said at the time and sighed.
"minho... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for everything." You told him, finally and he laughed shrugging it off as he asked more questions, and you too did, turns out he got married last year when his girlfriend got pregnant.
Oh how things turned out to be, a few years before and you could've never imagined Minho wouldn't be by your side but here we go.
"things will get better" he said but right now you could see no way that could make your heart open up ever again, no way that could make your tears stop, no way to stop the pain burning up in your eyes and chest, no way to fill up the empty space caused by your own mental illness, by your own heart.
You never thought you'd be past this, and back then you could've never guessed that minho was indeed right, both of you did a few things wrong but he loved you and so did you, and now both of you were happy. Wooyoung proved to you that just because not everyone could love you through your illness someone will always. And minho's girlfriend taught him he was enough even if someone else wasn't willing to show it to him. You both learned, both hurt, now you both were living, and nothing could've been better.
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Alright here is part two as requested. Ik this must not be what you all wanted but i wanted to give them both a happy end they deserved. Thanks for reading i love you all
Minho turned away, wearied by the repetitive conversations. Your frustration boiled over, hands trembling as you faced a pivotal choice. This, you vowed, would be the final breakdown. Desperation fueled a decisive grab for Minho's hand, a silent plea in the spin that followed. Eyes locked, the air hung heavy with the hope that, this time, he'd truly listen.
Your voice trembled with unspoken pain as you poured your heart out to him. The room suffocated in silence after your desperate plea.
"Can't you see that I need you?" Heavy with ache, your frustration accused Minho of prioritizing others, leaving you discarded and invisible.
"All you care about are others. What about me?" The question echoed, a plea for recognition of the neglect you felt.
"You've pushed me aside; it's like you don't want me anymore." Your voice held palpable pain, attempting to bridge the distance.
"Can't you see, Min? I'm dying inside while you chase love from others." The desperation peaked, a final cry for the connection you craved, the air heavy with an unspoken plea for understanding.
Defensive, Minho clenched his cheek muscles, restraining words on the tip of his tongue. His once-loving eyes now portrayed indifference, leaving you longing for the warmth that had faded.
"Where did I go wrong? Why can't you commit to me? What is it that I'm missing? I can give you everything you need if you'd just let me." Tears streamed down your cheeks, your entire being collapsing onto the floor. Despite the raw emotion in your plea, he remained distant, an impassive observer, withholding the comfort your heart so desperately craved.
"I need you. More than ever, Min. Can you please stop chasing and just come home?" Your voice quivered with a mix of desperation and longing, each word carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.
But Minho scoffed, his eyes ablaze with a storm of unresolved rage. His silence, more profound than any uttered words, cut through the air like a knife. The room became a battleground of emotions, the air heavy with the unspoken turmoil that lingered between you.
In that charged moment, the echoes of your plea lingered, a testament to the depth of your need. The emotional tension crackled, the yearning for connection palpable. Yet, his stoic silence spoke volumes, leaving you to navigate the storm of emotions that threatened to consume the both of you.
"I hate what you're doing to me. You question why I'm sabotaging your life? Why I'm making it so hard on you? Because you've disowned me. I'm nothing to you anymore. We used to be on the same team, remember those times? But now, it's like it's me against you." The bitterness in your words hung in the air, a painful reminder of the fractured bond that once united you.
You laid bare your soul, vulnerable and exposed, pouring your heart out to him. But he was already emotionally distant, long gone. On your knees, you begged him not to leave, grappling with the reality of the fractured connection.
As Minho turned towards the door, the harshness of reality hit you. This was it. But, clinging to the last shreds of hope, you spoke once more, your words desperate and pleading.
"Is that what you truly want? Am I that insignificant to you? Minho? Can't you just stop this and love me again? Do you still know how to love me?"
Your voice cracked under the weight of emotion; the plea too heavy for you to bear. Tension gripped the muscles in his back as he fought to contain it all. And just like that, he opened the door and vanished, leaving you to grapple with the finality of his departure.
Pairing/AU/Trope: Lee Know x gn!reader, Strangers to friends to lovers, Non!Idol AU
WC: 1.2k
Warnings: just a bunch of mental issues, emotions, and insecurities
A.N: Just a little drabble bc I've been a bit more emotional lately☹️😓 and I need to make up for all the series I have not been getting out to y'all🤭
For as long as you could remember, you were scared. Of not would people would usually say, like spiders and snakes. In fact, those things intrigued you. What really made you terrified, was love. Your upbringing didn't help it either.
The love between your parents seemed so pure and loving. That's what you wanted. You wanted a love like your parents'. Your hopes and dreams were to be shattered though. Soon after your 11th birthday, all hell broke loose. Secrets were unvieled, revealing the lies and flaws between this so seemingly perfect relationship.
Your mother had been cheated on throughout her whole 20 year relationship with your father. Your father would try to manipulate your mother into thinking it was her fault. He was exetremely controlling and narcissistic. Also very hypocritical. Screaming and crying fits in the middle of the night left you restless. Mom would run away from home every chance she got until she eventually completely left your life after signing divorce papers. If not everyday, every week, your dad would remind you that you're the reason your mother left.
From there stemmed all your mental illnesses and psychiatric disorders. Attachment issues, abandoment issues, commitment issues, and trust issues. Depression and anxiety were at high. Difficulties with expressing your emotions.
At first, you didn't really notice it. To you, it was normal. Until you saw the way other people acted and it seemed different. Different than you at least.
You craved the love and the attention. But when offered it, you pushed it away and chose to turn from it. You wanted someone to take you into a long embrace yet, you would distance yourself. You wanted someone to tell you sweet words and praise you yet, they were like poison to your ears.
You wanted someone to love and to love you. It wasn't as easy as you thought though. Your feelings were not something you knew how to deal with.
Everytime you fell in love you'd confess without missing a beat. Only to be turned down. When you weren't turned down though, you didn't know how to show your love. You'd shy away. This only made you hurt the person more than loving them. So they'd leave.
Your fantasies were filled with friends to lovers tropes. They were never to be fulfilled though. Because you knew, those people that you fell for, would never like you back. So you held back your confessions. That wasn't easy either. You'd get attached quickly but too scared to commit to an actual relationship.
You wanted to be married with children in the future. But for you, you were so sure you'd end up alone. You didn't know how to deal with the feelings of love. You didn't want to. It was too hard to understand. And that only resulted in you distancing yourself from other people.
This made it harder for you to form a deep connection or bond.
That was until you met Minho. He was everything you dreamed of. He understood you in ways no one else could. It wasn't easily shown, but you knew. You knew of everything he'd do for you.
He was kind, caring and patient. Others knew him as cold and arrogant. But to you, he was almost an angel.
When you'd have your emotonal breakdowns, he'd stay by your side. He wouldn't hug you because he knew that was difficult for you to do. So he'd wait by your side and gently hum a song he knew that comforted you. He also knew, his presence was enough for you to calm down. He'd hold you by your shoulders and nod his head. He knew, it wasn't easy for you to tell him. Tell him of how you felt and what you were gong through. He'd let your shuddering breaths explain instead.
You met Minho during your first year of college. He was known as the ice prince. A very good-looking guy with a heart made of ice. That wasn't good news to you, so you stayed out of his path. It was a good startegy until one day, you accidentally ran into him at a store. You happened to be working as the cashier while he, a customer.
From then on, he'd attempt to get closer to you. But it wasn't as if he was being cocky and all over your space. He'd just show up and bring a gift with him. Eventually he found our socials and dm'd you. Your friendship quickly jumpstarted. Before you knew it, you were in love. But, of course you wouldn't tell him. So he told you instead. Like previously stated, he wouldn't say things outright. That being said, he slid a note into your pocket while hanging out.
When you found it after you got home, you were more than thrilled. That was the beginning of your relationship and two achievements fullfilled.
☑️Friends to lovers~
☑️Love
Over the course of your relationship, Minho would help you cope. As you did for him. He had always paid close atention to your likes, dislikes, habits, and feelings. That made your bond grow stronger everyday. More things were checked off.
☑️Attention
☑️Deep connection or bond
Whenever you'd make a mistake he'd tell you that it was just a learning experience and you could do better next time. Whenever you did amazing, he'd tell you how proud he was. Everytime you'd do something specal for him, he'd remind you how thankful and lucky he is to have you. Everyday he'd leave notes all over the house just to tell you how much he loves you.
☑️sweet words and praise
Now there was only one thing left, marriage. You were already happy enough. In fact, you wouldn't be upset if Minho never chose to marry you. But Minho did that for you too.
On university graduation day, Minho knelt on one knee and proposed to you. That day was the happiest time of your life. Of course you agreed. How could you not? The kiss the two of you shared was passionate but soft. Everything was falling into place perfectly. A year and a half later, the wedding was held.
You walked down the isle together, grinning from ear to ear. Vows were made and rings were exchanged. Minho was just as stunning as always. There was nothing more you could ever ask for.
☑️marriage
By now, it's your 3 year anniversary and he took you to a cat cafe. How cliche of him. Having 3 cats at home already clearly didn't suffice. But Sooni, Doongi, and Dori didn't mind.
☑️Children
All that you've dreamed of since you were a child came true and it was all thanks to one person in particular, Lee Minho. He is your beacon of light in a dark tunnel. He is your only shelter in a raging storm. He's your big shady tree on a hot summer day. He's the wings that have carried you this far after you've fallen down. He's the one you love.
As you lay in bed, you turn to him and he turned to you. No words were spoken but it was clear what was being conveyed.
"I love you."
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A.N again: hope you guys enjoyed pls leave comments or tell me if I need to make adjustments to my work since I'm still a rookie at this. But have a nice day/night everyone!!!😊🫶🏻💖💗❤️
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𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵: 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥💀💀𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵
You were rushing out of the JYPE building. You were just about to be late with meeting an old friend. Anyone passing by you could only just see a blur of you, then you were gone. You were now in the elevator and it felt close to years before you finally were on the ground floor and trying to rush past the many workers and get yourself out of the doors.
You were almost there.
You had finally opened the doors and then felt a searing pain on your stomach. You hurriedly looked down at your shirt and there was a huge stain of boiling hot coffee on your shirt. Taking a few steps back and looking up, you see the woman holding the cup, she was livid.
She could barely contain herself before she started going off on you.
In her rant you figured out that she knew you, she knew Stray Kids. And best believe she hated you. And you only.
She was going on about how she just despises that there is a girl so close to her beloved Stray Kids and how she wishes you would drop dead one day. And now that you spilled her coffee, she finally expressed her displeasure to you.
She finally took a breath and calmed herself down. She took a step back and really looked at you. You could feel the disgust in her gaze. She scoffed and pushed your shoulder while walking into the building, likely having work to do with someone in corporate.
You almost started crying after that interaction. The walk to the nearby coffee shop where you were meeting your friend felt slow.
Like time slowed.
Your whole body felt rigid up until you entered the calming atmosphere of your new favorite coffee shop.
You spotted your friend and went to sit next to her. She had ordered both of your drinks already so all you had to do was wait. It was kind of awkward at first and you quickly zoned out to the interaction from earlier. Small tears welled up in your eyes and you looked out of the window to the dark skies, trying to stop the tears from falling.
You went back to the dorms to change into your workout clothes for dance practice scheduled later. When you finished getting changed, you called one of the group drivers to drive you to the JYPE building. You walked into the building and went to the dance rooms. Everyone was there and you started after a couple of minutes of just hanging out in each other’s presence.
Seungmin was looking at you while you were sitting on the couch with Felix laying down on your lap. He noticed you seemed more tired than usual, downcast even. But he decided to say nothing, hoping that you would tell the kids yourself.
Dance practice continued as normal but you could tell that you were just having a bad day. You were practicing some of your old dance choreography and you couldn’t get some of the moves down. And everyone noticed how agitated Minho was getting.
He could only last another hour with you before he just…snapped.
He must’ve had a lot feeding to his attitude because he had never snapped at you like this. He stopped and just got all in your face and was now yelling his heart out at you about how useless you were. You seemed like nothing in his eyes.
You felt useless in front of him.
The tears that had been in your eyes all day had finally come out and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. You wanted to hide in the comfort of your room.
He wouldn’t stop. The kids were mortified for you. They all stopped but no one wanted to put him in a worse mood than he already seemed to be.
When he started yelling at you about why you even joined Stray Kids, you just rushed out of the room with all of your things. Some of the kids rushed after you before you left the building and some stayed with Minho to help calm him down and make him reason with himself.
Minutes later he finally calmed down and realized he majorly screwed up.
