Summary: Minho goes full soft-protective mode over his shy, cutesy girlfriend, making sure everyone at KISS knows she’s his.
Word count: 644
Notes: need season 3 now!!
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You never understood how someone like Minho—confident, effortlessly cool, annoyingly handsome—could ever look at someone like you the way he did. You were the shy one of the group, always lingering behind Kitty or Yuri, always tucking your hair behind your ear when someone spoke to you directly.
But Minho?
Minho noticed everything.
Today was no different. You were all gathered at KISS after classes, Kitty ranting animatedly about some new love-life disaster while Q nodded along like a supportive big brother. Dae and Yuri argued about something that definitely didn’t matter, and Juliana kept filming everyone for some artsy montage project.
You sat beside Minho on the bench, legs crossed, hands folded in your lap, trying not to take up space.
“You’re doing that thing again,” Minho murmured.
You blinked up at him. “What thing?”
“That thing where you shrink. Like I’m going to yell at you or something.”
Your cheeks warmed. “I’m not shrinking…”
He narrowed his eyes, leaning in so close your breath hitched. “You’re adorable, but you’re a terrible liar.”
Before you could reply, Kitty called out, “Hey, Y/N! We’re going to get boba after this. You coming?”
You hesitated. Crowds weren’t your favorite, and the last time you went out, some girls recognized Minho and stared at you like you’d stolen their diamonds.
Minho sensed everything instantly.
“She’s coming,” he answered for you, throwing his arm around your shoulders like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Obviously.”
Dae snorted. “Minho, the way you cling to her is getting embarrassing.”
“Says the guy who blushes every time Eunice looks at him for longer than two seconds,” Minho fired back.
Kitty gasped. “DAE! Is that true?!”
Dae’s face went scarlet, and Yuri laughed so loud people turned to stare.
As everyone bickered and teased each other on the walk to the boba shop, you stuck close to Minho, fingers brushing his. Every time someone bumped into you or walked too close, he shifted his stance, gently guiding you behind him like you were something to protect.
And you… hated how much you loved it.
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Inside, the shop was crowded—not ideal. You stood by Minho’s side, subtly pressing into his arm as strangers pushed past to find tables.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
You nodded, but the tightness in your shoulders gave you away.
“Stay here,” he murmured. “I’ll order.”
The second he stepped away, a couple of KISS girls approached you, eyes sharp and curious.
“Are you and Minho together?” one asked, tone dripping sweetness—with a bit too much emphasis on the question.
You froze, stuttering out, “Um… I—”
Before they could corner you further, Minho reappeared at your side, sliding his hand into yours like it belonged there.
“Yes,” he said simply. “She’s my girlfriend. So stop making her anxious.”
The girls stiffened, muttered something, and scurried away.
You stared at Minho, wide-eyed. “You didn’t have to—”
“Yes, I did.” He squeezed your hand. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation. Especially not people who think they have a chance with me.” His lips quirked into a smirk. “They don’t.”
You giggled, cheeks hot. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re cute.” He tilted his head. “Too cute, actually. Now I have to make sure the entire school knows you’re taken.”
“Minho!”
“What? It’s true.”
When everyone gathered at the long corner table—Kitty chattering, Q giving advice no one asked for, Yuri and Juliana whispering like they had their own little secrets—Minho tugged you into his lap, arms around your waist like you were the one thing he refused to let go of.
You hid your face in his shoulder.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Don’t hide,” he murmured. “I like seeing you.”
And for once, with Minho’s arms around you and your friends laughing nearby, you let yourself believe it— that someone like him could love someone like you.
Summary: Min Ho and Y/n are reunited in the second semester at K.I.S.S with their sarcastic, bullying friendship, but the drama get a little out of hand at the Moon's cabin, will the sparks that fly settle or burn Y/n up?
Warnings: Kissing, poor relationship with parents, underage drinking
Words: 4.1K
(Not my GIF :))
Being back at K.I.S.S for our second semester was thrilling, even just stepping out the car brings back a rush of memories and hope for this term. Kitty says she’s going 2.0 this semester and focusing but I think we both know she’ll lying to herself, Q and I made a bet on how long she lasts.
“I’ll give her a week,” I told him wanting to give the girl at least some belief.
Q pulled a face that screamed you’re joking right? And said ‘I give her till the end of tomorrow’.
Yuri was kind enough to invite out whole group to a reunion dinner tonight at our favorite barbeque restaurant, all on her, whilst the rest of us was excited Kitty was still stressing in our joint room about getting out of our living situation. Thankfully some music was able to calm her down for a second.
That was until Min Ho’s favourite song came on, and she turned to me with her mouth and eyes wide open in some sort of realisation. “Are you and Min Ho actually going to your lives together this semester?”.
I threw one of pillow at her, “Hey!” she exclaimed turning to me with smudged mascara on her cheek.
“Not this again,” I say rolling my eyes.
“I’m just saying I’m rarely wrong,” her voice goes a few octaves higher.
I turn back to my mirror, “You know I can’t stand how highly he thinks of himself, plus even I did he’s a player Kitty, I don’t put myself in situations where I’m likely to get hurt,” I explain.
“Yeah whatever live a little!” she threw the pillow back at me, which quickly turned into a pillow fight and bunch of laughter, until a knock on the door informed us we had to leave if we didn’t want to be late.
The four of us girls walked towards the busy town to the restaurant, and he’s the first person that I spot in the crowd amongst our friends. Yuri shouts out a hello and the group turns around. His eyes meet mine, the same sneaky glimmer sits in his eyes, mouth in its signature half smirk.
I can feel Kitty’s eyes on me, and she gives me a slight push, I move my feet quickly hoping that no one saw that. I turn around and give her a quick death glare.
“Hello, y/l/n” his voice is all too familiar, I turn to meet his eyes once again, his hands are in his jacket pocket, and I note down that I would not mind stealing it from him.
“Min Ho,” I say back keeping it cool.
“Christmas break does not feel like a long enough break from you,” he says with a smile.
“Aren’t you a sweetheart,” I say back in a monotone voice.
“Now you’re complementing me? What have you done to y/l/n?” he questions grabbing my jacket sleeving and waving it around in an inspection, I roll my eyes at him and he lets my arm fall, “I heard about the living situation,” he changes the subjective with a gesturing nod to the restaurant as all our friends were walking in.
I let out a sigh and push some of my hair out my face, “Yeah, it’s a weird one, Kitty is super freaked out,” I say.
“I don’t blame her, living with someone you like and their partner sounds like personal hell,” he says with a distaste in his voice.
“Very helpful observation from you Min Ho,” I say deadpanning.
He puts a hand to his chest, “You’re so welcome,”.
“Aw and to think I almost missed this sarcasm of yours,” I say back turning my gaze away from his to the busy street.
Min Ho’s eyes crinkle in the corners “You did miss me,” he said as I stepped towards the restaurant, but I stopped before I could take another.
He circled around to step in front of me again, my brows burrowed, and I let out a nervous chuckle, “what did you say?” I asked trying to play dumb. Of course I missed him, I’m not sure how exactly our friendship could be described but our little digs were something I looked forward to, I enjoyed the challenge, the satisfaction that came from leaving him without a comeback.
I waited as he lowered towards my ear, his long eyelashes lifting as he observed something behind me, “You smiled when I said that”, I could feel the absence of his breath as he pulled away. He was walking through to the table as I let out a composing breath and followed.
Kitty saved me a seat beside her, she wiggled her brows at me when I sit down, Min Ho was talking to Q and Dae looking at the menu.
“So?” she asked eagerly turning directly towards me.
“What?” I ask laying my purse down and grabbing a menu.
The brunette pulled it right out of my hands, “You know exactly what you’re going to order,” she says which is true, I get the same thing every time, why change something that works? “The tensions still there?” her mouth is a grin.
“It’s not tension,” I tell her for the hundredth since we started at K.I.S.S “we just don’t like each other,” I say pulling the menu back out her hand. I loved that Kitty was basically a radio tower for spotting who likes who, but not when it came to me, I didn’t like Min Ho like that and he definitely doesn’t like me like that, he was all over Maddison last semester.
“Whatever you want to tell yourself, “She murmured standing up to talk to the guys, Min Ho looks over to me momentarily as Kitty approaches them but then gets back into the conversation.
<3 <3 <3
Being able to spend the weekend at Min Ho’s cabin was amazing but waking up this morning to being basically snowed in was not a pleasant surprise, skiing was a no go, and it’s not like there was anything else near us. Everyone spent the morning playing card games or reading or trying to find something to entertain themselves because the internet was out.
It was fine until it hit five in the afternoon and even the team competition games were not feeling as empowering. Most everyone was feeling restless, that was until Q came up with what everyone seemed to think was a good idea, apart from Min Ho and me but I couldn’t pick his side.
“Oh come on we’re stuck on the property anyway!” Q pleaded in a whiny tone holding his hands together in support Dae gave a put his hands on his face and gave a cute smile. Min Ho half rolled his eyes and looked at all the faces in the room.
Dropping his hands with a sigh he agreed, and the room erupted into cheers, “But if you guys break anything I swear-” he started but was cut off as the chatter started. Maddison suggested we should divide up tasks, set up a small buffet, get alcohol and get dressed up.
Everyone separated the tasks between them, but my eyes kept shifting towards Min Ho, he looked distant, he was never usually against a party. He said he’d sort the alcohol and walked out the room, I looked around at everyone dispersing again then followed him.
We were heading towards his dad’s office, where Q had secretly snuck Jin in last night, thankfully the guys made up with him earlier or this day could have been very awkward, though it did seem like he gave them a rather tough time when they were younger and what he did to Q was not forgiven.
“Are you okay?” I ask after closing the door behind us, he didn’t turn, if he knew I was following him it didn’t show.
“Yep, I’m thinking the alcohol can be his payment for ditching me once again,” he says nonchalantly taking a key out of a draw and unlocking a tall cabinet, there on the bottom shelf laid what must have been about 30 different bottles.
I step closer and lean against the wall watching him pick up the bottles, read the label, leave some out and those that didn’t appease him went back in.
“Min Ho,” I said, my voice more tender than I intended, the playfulness was gone, “Can you look at me for a second?” I asked, for a moment he stopped moving altogether, before letting his shoulder fall and rising up to stand in front of me.
His expression was of that as always, but his eyes redder like a tear could appear any moment, “I can’t exactly say I’m surprised,” he shrugged and watched me waiting. A sadness settled over the room. I took a step towards him and just opened my arms, momentarily he was stood still, then he leaned down and wrapped his hands around my middle as mine went to the back of his neck.
“I’m sorry Min Ho,” I said, he didn’t let go, “You deserve better than this,” I said and pulled him closer, running my hand over his nape. As we stood there it felt as though a piece of my own heart was breaking, I could feel my throat getting drier, I shut my eyes tight.
I’m not sure if we were stood there for a minute or five but when he pulled away slightly, we looked at each other and for the first time I felt as though I saw him, really saw all of him.
“Whilst you’re here any preference?” he breaks out of the bubble and goes back to the stash as if nothing happened; I pull myself back together and kneel down next to him to look at options we have.
When we brought everything up Q looked directly at me, Min Ho placed the bottles on the table and rushed towards his room. I placed the ones I carried, and Q came right over, taking off the little apron he found leaving Julianna and Dae in the kitchen.
“How is he?” Q asks, and I lift my gaze from the table, the concern in his eyes mirrored that in mine.
I let out a sigh and shrugged my shoulders before replying in a hushed tone so they couldn’t hear in the kitchen, “He’s Min Ho, you know how he is, won’t say a thing,” I conveyed. Q nods knowing this would have likely been the case.
“He’ll come around when he needs to talk, for now it’s important we’re just here for him,” he said I agreed. When Dae announced they were done in the kitchen the four of us headed to get ready. Yuri laid her arm around my shoulder in a side hug as we walked to the room.
Yuri and I were the last to get ready the others were mostly done, the girls were playing music in the room, putting finishing touches to their makeup. None of us brought anything extremely fancy, but just enough.
The atmosphere in the house was much uplifted as everyone started having drinks and nibbling on the snacks. When Min Ho walked in and I couldn’t look away, he wore black trousers and a white sweater, his mood was too seemingly improved, he sent a smile my way.
Everyone was talking and dancing on the makeshift dancefloor, the table was pulled to the side, the drinks we’re going down as quickly for me as some others. Q and Jin were the sober ones as they both said that athletes don’t drink so at least I wasn’t the only one, though I was getting to the warm side of tipsy.
Coming back from the bathroom I spotted Dae and Eunice making out in the doorframe of one of the rooms and couldn’t help but smile, I was glad he was able to find someone who made him happy after how things ended with Kitty, especially since he wasn’t really over her at the start of this semester.
“Let’s do truth or dare!” Maddison announced after another shot as I made back into the room, a mixture of responses was heard but the red head quickly shot them all down, “Don’t all be babies, this is prime time to get to know everyone’s secrets,” she exclaimed falling back onto one of the sofas.
Everyone gathered around taking seats with their drinks.
“Okay I’ll start,” she said excitedly looking around at everyone as if they were her prey, “Okay, Julliana truth or dare?”
“Truth,”
“What is your favourite thing about Yuri?”
Julianna smiled at the question, resting her glass against her lips as she thought, “There’s just so many,” she laughed, Yuri looking at her expectantly, “The fact that she’s so unapologetically herself,” she said, and Yuri pulled her close and pressed their lips together. My eyes shot directly to Kitty who was looking everyone but at the couple.
“Okay, okay my turn,” Yuri said turning back to the crowd, “Q, truth or dare?”
“I’ll do a truth,”
“Who’s the best kisser you’ve ever kissed?” Q blushes and looks at Jin, his eyes shyly meeting his.
“Jin,” a series of aws and ews came out from everyone.
“Okay so, my queen of Choas,” Q started but Kitty threw him an exaggerated look of shock, “In retirement of course,” he finished lifting his hands in defence, if only he knew what Kitty had done before we left for this trip, “truth or dare,”.
“Truth,” she replied.
“Do you miss living with us,” he asked, and Maddison let out a boo, not juicy enough for her, but Kitty gave him a thankful look.
“Eh I basically spend the same amount of time at your dorm, apart from the sleeping fact,” she laughed, and Q gave her a side hug.
“Okay for that boring question lets do a never have I have, so drink if you have” the red head announced and looked towards Eunice.
The other girl furrowed her brows and made eye contact with Dae, “Never have I ever had a not so innocent dream about someone in the room,” she said. I lifted my glass to my lips whilst watching who else did, pretty much everyone, including Min Ho, everyone broke into trying to guess who dreamt about who.
Jin perked up “Min Ho yours has to be that girl you kissed in that music video for your dad this summer, surely,” but Min Ho only brushed him off.
Kitty quickly ceased control of the room “Okay, y/n truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I say not wanting to pick either really.
Madisson huffed, “Come on you guys let’s stop being boring!”, everyone else seemed to agree with her, convenient that she didn’t complain about that earlier.
“Dare,” I say giving in, and look back at Kitty with that mischievous glint in her eyes and am fully regretting my decision to give into peer pressure.
She smiled and proclaimed, “I dare you to kiss the person you find most attractive in the room,”.
Everyone’s eyes shot to me and an excited murmur started, I’m unable to take my eyes off my best friend, I knew she probably wanted to do good, but this was actually my worst nightmare.
“Kitty come on,” I try but no one jumps up to my defence. I look to Yuri and Q for some help but they both look like they want to see this play out.
Then Madisson’s new roommate Stella got out of her seat, she was always so quiet so all eyes shoot to her, “If you won’t do it I will,” she said with a new surge of confidence. Everyone looked confused, she made her way across the room to the wall on which Min Ho was leaning against.
His eyes scanned her face and a sick feeling started rising in my stomach, we are just good friends, maybe it was the alcohol not mixing well in my stomach. It’s not until her lips are about to touch his that I get up and rush out the room, saying I needed some fresh air.
Kitty tried to come after me, telling me its going to be fine that Stella had no chance against me and what not, but I just turned around and something in me exploded “How about you focus on your own love life Kitty, you need to tell Julianna the about what happened,” I whisper shouted.
Kitty’s face crumbled and she looked so hurt.
“Tell me what?” Julianna’s voice questioned as she appeared in the hallway.
Kitty and I turned to see her looking our way and Yuri standing beside her, Julianna looked between the two and a realization seemed to have struck her. Kitty tried to say something, to explain and I just walked away feeling even worse.
All of us had out swimsuits under our clothes cause we we’re going to end the night in the hot tub, so I headed out there now. Sitting warm water trying to keep my tears in check I could avoid the feeling of dread that I left in the house, still a few slipping gently down my face.
“Y/n,” a voice approached but I didn’t turn to him, I couldn’t, I just embarrassed myself and left Kitty to fend for herself, “come on,” he said sitting down on the side of the tub.
“I’m a terrible person,” I say simply, my whole body slumping into the hot water of the hot tub, being submerged made me feel numb.
“Can you come out so we can talk?”
“Nope, I’m going to sit in here until the water sucks me up whole and I disappear,” I admit and join my hands nervously under the water.
He sighted slightly and I could see him shuffling in the corner of my eye.
“If you won’t come out I’ll come in,”
“You really don’t have to,” I argue but he doesn’t listen, he steps in and settles in the water next to me.
“You’re not a terrible person,” he says and I turn to look at him momentarily.
“I got Kitty into shit with Julianna, I’m arguing with my parents over the most stupid thing, and I just keep ruining things for myself because I keep getting so anxious- I am like the worst,” I express looking out into the distance of the dark sky.
I feel him shuffle left to me, “come here,” he whispers and he pulls me into a hug, he’s warmer than the water, “The thing about Kitty was bound to come out at some point, and to be honest the longer it took the worse the outcome would have been,” he said brushing a hand down my hair.
I pull away slightly, “They broke up haven’t they?” I asked, his eyes softened, and he nodded, “and Kitty isn’t speaking to anyone?” I ask.
“Q went to sit with her, she won’t be angry at you forever, you guys will talk it out,” he reassured me.
I let out a half-defeated chuckle, “Who would have thought you could be somewhat wise,” I teased wiping a tear from under my eye.
“I am wise you’re just blind to genius,” he pulls one of his resting bitch faces and looks towards me with one brow raised and I actually let out a laugh.
“There she is,” he says and I can feel a smile spread across my lips, “So,” he says leaning on his arm to look at me, “who were you going to kiss?” he asked, his voice a whisper even though we were both alone out here.
I can feel the blush creep up the back of my neck and cheeks and hope that it’s too dark for him to see. The silene is peaceful and I could stay out here all night, with the mixture of fresh air and the hot water.
“Does it matter?” I ask turning towards him, I hadn’t realised how close he was sitting to me, I could feel my heartrate multiplying.
He smiles and shrugged, “I need more material for making fun of you,” he said but there was no harshness or mal intent behind it, an actual smile made its way onto my way and I shook my head, “Oh it was totally me,” and so the cockiness was back.
“Oh you wish,” I say with a challenge, the corner of his lips upturn, but my gaze falls down and my teeth sink into my bottom lip, “how was your kiss with Stella, I hear she’s been crushing on you,” I say with a sad echo of playfulness.
He shifted closer to me, “I didn’t kiss Stella,” he says, leaning his head against his fist, I watch his face waiting, “I told her there is only one person I want to kiss, and it’s not her,”.
His eyes flutter down to my lips, I can’t help but take in a breath and search his face.
“Who is it then?” I ask, so quietly you could almost miss it.
“It’s you, silly,” he says as if he were explaining it to a five-year-old.
The silence returned.
“Y/l/n”
I turned to face him again, his hand came up to move my hair behind my ear.
“Min Ho,” I say in tone that came out as a mix of a warning but also desire that was bubbling too close to the surface, we were crossing dangerous grounds here and there would be no going back.
His eyes went to my lips and mine to his. Then he was leaning in, I closed my eyes and let it happen. His lips against mine was much better than my imagine could ever do it justice, it was slow kiss, then another, and one more before he pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against mine.
“I’ve been waiting a long while to do that,” he says and the strain in his tone brings out something in me. I put my arms around his hand and pull him onto another kiss, this one deeper, his arms found my waist and he pulls me closer and closer until I’m sitting on his lip.
“Better than you could have imaged, I know,” he says after he pulls away and laugh, moving my hand to splash him with water.
“I hate that Kitty was right. Again,” I say.
Min Ho runs a hand through his hair, “This is the only time I’m not mad that that girl is right,” he states.
Eventually we left the hot tub and made our way back inside, most people have dispersed to different rooms, the atmosphere definitely ruined. Kitty was sat crossed legged on the sofa staring at her phone as we walked in, Min Ho gave me a smile and pointed his head in her direction.
“Kitty,” I said nervously.
Her eyes shot directly to me, her eyes also red, she dropped her phone and rushed over to me pulling me into a hug, I squeezed her tightly.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, “I shouldn’t have said anything- it wasn’t my place-” I started to say rapidly btu Kitty interrupted me
“I’m also sorry, I’ve been so caught up in all this drama I didn’t even know you were fighting with your parents, and it’s good it got out now, it would have been so much more hurtful for everyone the longer it was kept quiet.
“I love you girl,” I said, tears building up in my eyes.
She giggled “I love you more,” she said pulling away, “and now I want to hear every detail about what just happened in that hot tub!” she squealed pulling to me to the sofa and pointing out the window a clear view of the tub, I hid my face behind me hands, “Looks like Kitty the matchmaker was right again,” she said proudly.
It was a relief that Kitty was able to forgive me, we spoke a little about Min Ho aware that he could be lurking around anywhere, then we talked about my fall out with my parents, and I dropped them a text saying we should talk when they wake up. Before we knew it was well past one in the morning and we agreed it was time for bed.
I paused in front of Min Ho’s door questioning whether to knock and say goodnight or if that was too weird.
“You go girl!” Kitty whisper cheered walking towards the room we slept in last night.
I took a deep breath in preparation and knocked, “Come in,” the voice on the other side said and so the rest of the night was spent talking and cuddling, maybe this trip wasn’t a total disaster after all.
Note from Nat: "Okay, but me coming back to Tumblr after binging xo kitty wasn't on my 2025 bingo card. We are so back babe! Enjoy these crumbs whilst I dust off my keyboard ToT"
Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, Smut, Language, Not Proofread
"I swear, if you get caught one of these days then you're on your own!" Q warned, Dae chuckling lightly as they watched Min Ho slipped on a pair of shoes.
"I won't get caught," Min Ho replied as he turned his head to face them. "When have I ever gotten caught?" he scoffed as he examined himself in the mirror.
"Uhm literally last week when you sprinted around campus in the early morning and only wearing underwear and socks," Q retorted from the couch before realizing, "That was a bit more of a close call if I'm being real here,".
"Exactly, never got caught and never will," Min Ho said with a sly smirk, "Plus, Y/n is in the solo unit dorms," he reminds before walking out the door.
"It'll only be a matter of time," Dae sighed, shaking his head at his best friend's recklessness.
You heard the sound of a knocks on your dorm room door, instantly recognizing the specific pattern to inform you that it was Min Ho waiting to be let in.
Hurriedly yet excitedly, you made your way to the door and swiftly opened it. Min Ho was taken aback by the clothes or rather the lack thereof it on your small frame.
"Why are you here so early?" you whispered, yanking him into the room before shutting the door behind you. "I haven't gotten my nightly dorm inspection yet,".
"Well, I couldn't wait to see you and who said we couldn't have some fun til’ they get here?" Min Ho replied in a hushed yet seductive tone, his eyes taking in the sight before him. "You wouldn't mind a little inspection of our own, would you?" he smirked as his has slithered their way around your waist.
You suddenly felt as though any clever retort you had bubbling in your system faded away. Min Ho pulled you in closely, allowing for you both to be basically sharing the same breath of air. He leaned in, catching your lips against his while tightening his hold on you.
With every kiss, the difficulty to pull away became more intense. You brushed your tongue against Min Ho’s lip as he backed you into the wall adjacent to the front door. His hands began to hike up your silk night gown.
“I could just take you right here,” Min Ho muttered under his breath, his cold hands making contact with your warm, soft skin.
The palm of his hand gently gave your breast a squeeze. You let out a whine as his icy cold touch messaged your chest. This only made the tent in Minh’s trousers tighter.
“But someone might hear us,” you say, an aching feeling beginning between your legs. “They could be here any minute,” you remind as Min Ho effortlessly lifted you off the ground.
“Then you better stay quiet,” he said without a hint of worry in his tone.
With one hand on your ass to keep you in place, he utilized the other to undo his belt and trousers. By this point, you were sure a whole waterfall had made its descent down your leg. Min Ho chuckled as he kicked his pants away from him after they pooled around his ankles.
He felt your clothed cunt throb, with only your panties and his boxers in the way. The notorious playboy has slept with countless girls but you were just so different. He had never been with someone who looked just as good on the outside as she felt when he’s inside
Wasting no time, Min Ho removed all remaining articles of clothing. The tip of his cock teased the lips of your pussy. He loved how your wetness basically coated his manhood like a glazed donut.
“M-Min Ho-“ you whimpered impatiently, just wanting to feel his dick be buried deep inside already. “Fuck,” you gasped as half his length pushed inside your walls.
“So tight for me,” Min Ho groaned before pulling out, just to thrust right back in.
His hips rhythmically jutted up against yours. Your body was in compete ecstasy as Min Ho’s breaths grew heavy. He yanked the thin straps of your night gown down just to watch your tits bounce with no restraint.
Min Ho loved getting you like this, so lost in how good he could take care of you. He smirked as he listened to your minimum efforts to conceal your moans. Your tightly sealed lips didn’t stop any NSWF noises.
Just a not began to form inside of you, a knock at the door and an unaware voice greeted you, “Y/n L/n! It’s time for your nightly dorm room inspection,”.
“Shit!” You mumbled as Min Ho gently placed you on the ground before scurrying off into your bedroom to find a hiding spot. “One moment please!” You replied, kicking your’s and Min Ho’s clothes under your couch.
Hurriedly, you grabbed one of your appropriately sized coats to conceal your naked body. You quickly yanked the door open which startled the more senior student who stood at your door.
“Hello,” you nodded as you raked a hand through your potentially messy hair. “Please come in, sorry about the mess,” you say with an embarrassed smile.
Whenever Min Ho was over while inspections took place, you always held your breath for the worst outcomes. Min Ho usually hid in your closet, behind your suitcases and other articles of clothing that could easily conceal his frame.
As the inspector searched the unit half interestedly, you acted as calm as possible. Your attention slightly wavered as you reminisced how Minho was fucking you just mere moment ago.
What caught your attention was the creaking of your closet door being opened. Your eyes widened as the student stepped inside and left your gaze for a moment just before stepping back out.
“Y/n,” they said, to which your ears perked up anxiously, “Make sure to have the light bulb in your closet changed, it seems to almost be out,” they explained.
“Of course,” you nodded assuringly, the breath you were holding in dissipate as they made their way to the front door.
“Thank you for your time,” they said politely as you unlocked and opened the door for them.
“Anytime,” you waved before the shutting the door again.
You shedded your coat and made your way back into the bedroom, were a naked Min Ho laid. He wordlessly motioned for you to join him.
Right as you crawled onto the bed, Min Ho immediately had you under him. Both of you wearing a smug grin on your lips.
“Where were we?” He said before leaning down to kiss you.
You ran your hands through his perfectly cut hair while his kisses began to trace your jaw, your neck, and started to leave love bites alone your collarbone. He pulled away and watched as your chest rose and fell exaggeratedly. Your completely naked body yearned for his touch.
With your eyes focused heavily on Min Ho, you watched as he stroked his cock. The groans that erupted from his lips were like music to your ears. As he climbed back on top of you, he lifted and spread your legs farther apart. His length inching closer and closer to your pussy.
Your breathing hitched as you felt him slide into your walls with full force, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Min Ho placed his mouth on yours as an attempt to stifle your noises.
But it became harder to remain silent as he continuously rammed his cock into your cunt. The wet sound of you taking his dick so good only made Min Ho fuck you rougher.
“You better stay quiet,” Min Ho muttered, “Or else everyone will find out how damn good I am at fucking you,” he smirked, watching your eyes roll back. “Taking it so easy, huh?”
You could only muster a groan as the pit in your stomach returned. Min Ho loved the feeling of your walls tightening as you got close to climaxing.
“Gonna cum for me?” he asked, knowing full well that any further response from you would be at max volume. “Come on my dick Y/n,” he ordered.
Min Ho spared no space between the two of you began slamming his dick so deep inside your pussy. Your back arched, allowing his dick to repeatedly hit your sweet spot.
“That’s it,” he said, as your body began to quiver and your warm cum covered his length. He slowed down momentarily, allowing you to feel the high. “Was that good?” he asked as you caught your breath.
“Yeah but what about you?” you questioned unknowingly.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done with your pussy yet,” Min Ho huffed before meeting a proper pace.
You tiredly watched as he used your cunt, telling you how good are for him. He loves showering his affections towards you after making you come, knowing that only he gets you like that.
As the rhythm of his thrusts began to stutter, you felt his cock twitch slightly. Min Ho hesitantly gave a few more thrusts before quickly pulling out.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his cum covered your lower abdomen.
Grabbing a couple tissues from your nightstand, Min Ho gave you a proper wipe down before laying down beside you.
“Our little secret?” You asked, raising your pinky.
have u seen xo kitty? if so could u write something about min ho? preferably A LOT of yearning, also he like remembers everything about reader as he secretly pays a lot of attention
invisible - min-ho moon
min-ho moon x reader
omgggg he's my current obsession ngl 😭😭i'm such a heartthrob for him and this was just an opportunity i couln't pass on - also the yearning is on a whole another level trust me
word count: 5,8k
requests are open!
You always told yourself that having a boyfriend was supposed to feel like happiness. No one else seemed to spot the tiny fractures in your smile - not that you could name them exactly. On paper, he was flawless: the perfect moment to grin, the perfectly timed hand-hold, anniversaries neatly circled on his phone calendar. You convinced yourself it was enough. And yet, underneath, every part of you felt invisible.
You’d mentioned your favorite novel once - he couldn’t even recall its name. He laughed when you didn’t understand his jokes, steered conversations toward things he assumed you liked, and offered a sympathetic nod whenever you aired a quiet complaint, as though he were mechanically ticking off a list. It wasn’t cruelty, just distraction - and it left a hollow ache where comfort should have been.
Min-ho was the one who seemed to see it all - except he framed your neglect in barbed jokes rather than concern. He never leaned in to protect you, never softened the edges of his words. Instead, he waited until your boyfriend’s gaze drifted away and then struck:
“Wow, riveting conversation,” he drawled, voice dipped in sarcasm as your boyfriend rambled past you. “You must feel so special.”
You clenched your fork until your knuckles went white. “Shut up, Min-ho.”
He smirked, eyes glittering. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll remember you exist eventually.”
“Why do you even care?” you snapped, though your chest twisted with something like relief.
Min-ho shrugged, jaw taut. “I don’t. I just hate watching train wrecks in slow motion.”
You hated him for mocking your misery - at least, that’s what you told yourself. It was easier than admitting that his sharp edges sometimes offered more comfort than your boyfriend’s empty warmth.
Moments like the hallway disaster stayed with you. You tripped, your notes fanning out across the linoleum, and the whole world laughed or stepped around you. Min-ho crouched without a word, gathered every sheet, and thrust them back at you. “Pathetic. Try not to make a fool of yourself next time,” he muttered, then strode off without waiting for thanks. You stood there, heart thrumming, unsure whether to be grateful or furious.
Or the night your boyfriend promised to walk you home and vanished the second study group ended. Min-ho happened to be passing by. You slowed to let him go ahead; he let out a disgruntled huff. “You’ll get kidnapped at that pace.” And just like that, he fell into step beside you, slipping his jacket around your shoulders when the wind bit a little harder. No apologies. No lectures. Silence stretched between you like an unspoken truce.
And still, every day you told yourself you hated him: this infuriating, arrogant boy who never missed a chance to jab at you. You hated that your pulse jumped when his gaze flicked over you at lunch, noticed something real - something your boyfriend would never see. You hated the way your chest tightened at his teasing smirk, hated the confusion that bubbled when you realized you craved his attention. Yet every time you scolded yourself for caring, you found yourself listening for his next cynical quip, longing for the raw honesty behind his cruelty. You hated him. You told yourself that, at least, you were sure of it.
You sat in the library one rainy afternoon, books open but mind adrift, when he slouched into the chair across from you, a halo of damp hair curling over his brow. You braced yourself for the inevitable snark.
“Midterm’s going to eat you alive,” Min-ho said, nodding at your half-legible notes. He plucked your mechanical pencil from your fingers and began re-drawing the diagram with swift, impatient strokes. “You’ll never survive at this rate.”
“I’m doing fine,” you snapped, snatching the pencil back. “Not everyone’s obsessed with being a genius, you know.”
“Hardly. Most people settle for ‘not embarrassing themselves in front of the class.’” He eyed your margin scribbles - a running tally of how many times you’d re-read the same page, and, humiliatingly, a doodle of a cat in a graduation cap. Min-ho’s lips twitched. “Cute.”
You wanted to hurl the textbook at his head, which was a recurring fantasy, but instead you bristled, clutching the sides of your chair. “Shouldn’t you be off tormenting someone who actually cares?”
He cocked his head. “I thought you cared. About passing, at least. Maybe not about…” he gestured vaguely in the direction of your boyfriend, currently three rows away, laughing too loud with two athletic scholarship types, “other things.”
You bristled. “He’s just busy.”
“Yeah, with everything but you.” Every word lodged in your chest like a pebble in your shoe. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, so you glared at your notes until the words blurred.
Unbothered, Min-ho sprawled back in his seat, arms crossed. “Don’t act like you haven’t noticed.”
You almost laughed. “You’re the last person I’d discuss my relationship with.”
He studied you, eyes narrowed, pulse visible in his temple. “Fine. I’ll just watch you crash and burn, then.”
You bit back a retort. For someone who claimed not to care, Min-ho sure spent a lot of energy on you. Maybe he really just enjoyed the show. Or maybe - no. You pushed that thought down, deep as you could, and went back to your book.
A loud snort from three rows over signaled your boyfriend’s latest hit. He caught your eye, mimed a wave, and turned back to his friends so seamlessly you wondered if he'd ever really looked at you at all. Your pulse thudded in your ears, an undertow of resentment, and you couldn’t help but flick your gaze to Min-ho for some kind of confirmation that you weren’t crazy, that someone else saw this bleak little farce for what it was.
His mouth was set in a line. You thought (maybe, for a second) that he looked almost sorry. But when you blinked, it was gone, replaced by that ever-present smirk, the armor he wore so well.
“See?” was all he said, softly, like the punchline of a joke neither of you wanted to tell.
You slammed your book closed and stood up, slinging your backpack over one shoulder. The chair legs shrieked against the linoleum floor, drawing a few annoyed stares, but you didn’t care. “Thanks for the pep talk,” you said, voice trembling in a way you hated.
He didn’t answer as you stuffed your things into your bag and made for the staircase, barely noticing the knot of dread twisting tighter in your gut.
By the time you ducked outside, the rain was falling harder. Fat, drumming drops soaked your cheap canvas backpack in seconds. You didn’t want to cry, but sometimes your body had other plans - your face wet for all the wrong reasons, hair sticking to your cheeks. You hated that you were so predictable, that Min-ho could get under your skin so easily, that your boyfriend’s indifference hurt more than you’d ever admit.
You were halfway across the campus when you felt him behind you. Min-ho’s footsteps were impossible to mistake - deliberate, slightly impatient, crunching on the wet gravel. You ignored him, quickening your pace. Of course, he matched it.
“You left your umbrella,” he called, his voice muffled by the white hiss of rain.
You turned, prepared to snap at him, to tell him to leave you alone, but he just trotted up, shaking water out of his hair with defiance. He pressed the umbrella into your hands with unnecessary force, opened it for you, then stalked ahead without another word.
You cursed under your breath and let the umbrella hover awkwardly above both your heads, though he kept a stubborn two-foot buffer, walking just outside the range of shelter. You adjusted, he adjusted. It was a silent standoff, like everything else with him.
Neither of you spoke as you crossed the final stretch to the dorms, sneakers squelching, your heart beating a dull, humiliated rhythm. What were you supposed to say? That you appreciated the weird, passive-aggressive chivalry? That you wanted him to stop analyzing your life, or - worse - to stop being right all the time?
He held the lobby door for you with a sharp jerk, then let it close between you instead of following inside. You turned, umbrella handle gripping cold between your knuckles, and watched as Min-ho disappeared around the side of the building, his pace quick and angry.
You lingered, dripping in the doorway, half hoping he’d come back and say something real. Something you could grab hold of, or at least use to justify how your skin tingled every time he came near. But you knew better. That wasn’t how either of you worked.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket - one, two, three times. You didn’t look. You already knew it was your boyfriend, belatedly remembering he was supposed to meet you after study group, probably wanting you to grab snacks on your way over. You almost laughed out loud at the predictability of it. Instead, you leaned your wet forehead against the cool glass and let yourself breathe for a moment.
Upstairs, you hammered at your textbooks, daring your brain to focus, but the rain outside kept time with the thud in your chest.
You lasted a full hour before giving up, the words on the page dissolving into gray static. You texted your boyfriend exactly what he wanted to hear - "no worries, I’ll meet you there" - and changed into dry clothes. You ignored the way your fingers lingered over Min-ho’s contact in your phone, and the itch in your stomach that told you no amount of reading would quiet your head tonight.
After two days of walking the long way to class, eating lunch in awkward corners, and avoiding the library, you found yourself missing the constant gnaw of Min-ho’s voice. Silence had never been your friend - without all the noise, your thoughts scraped together in all the worst places, revealing the private rot underneath. By Thursday, you started sitting in your regular spot again, hoping (but not hoping) that Min-ho would just materialize, say something infuriating, and restore the universe to its unstable axis.
It was noon, and your boyfriend was late, which meant he probably wouldn’t show. You told yourself you didn’t care, that maybe this was a free pass for self-respect, but the truth clung to you with the same chill as your still-damp windbreaker. Across the quad, you could see Min-ho by the vending machines, arms folded tight, chin tucked. He noticed you right away - of course he did - but made no move to cross the lawn, just stood there scanning the horizon, as if he could will himself into another dimension if he focused hard enough. You watched, waiting for the gravitational pull to do what it always did.
This time, you were the one who moved first. The march across the grass gave your sneakers a ceremonial squelch, like each step was being notarized by the weather. Min-ho tracked your approach but didn’t turn. You planted yourself next to him, arms crossed to match his. Neither of you spoke as he dropped a crumpled bill into the machine and watched the coils rotate, utterly absorbed.
He selected black coffee, vending-machine bitter, and passed you a can of peach soda, like always.
“Truce?” he asked, staring straight ahead.
You nodded, popped the tab, and inhaled sugar and syrup. “Truce.”
The silence felt different now, less loaded. The rain, audible through the glass, was almost cozy. You leaned against the vending machine, feeling the residual hum of the compressor through your back, and let the moment settle.
When you finally spoke, your voice was quieter than you expected. “Is it really that obvious?”
He considered you, then the streaking windows, the gray slant of campus through fogged glass. “Only to people who pay attention.”
You looked away, stung by the implication. “I wish I could just-” You stopped, not sure what you wished for, or if it even mattered. “Never mind.”
He sipped his coffee. For the first time, he didn’t fill the silence with a sarcastic riff. “You could do better,” he said, so softly it was almost lost in the rain.
You wanted to argue, to deny the part of yourself that ached to be seen, but the protest snagged somewhere in your throat.
“I’m not-” you began, but he shook his head.
“Don’t say you’re not like that. Don’t say you don’t care.”
You glared at him. “I’m not some damsel in distress.”
To your surprise, Min-ho actually smiled, small and crooked, the first real one you’d seen. “No one said you were.” He took another sip. “But pretending it doesn’t bother you is… exhausting to watch.”
The quiet fell again, but this time it was the kind of quiet you could breathe in. You watched a squirrel leap from a trash can to the rusted frame of a bike rack, tail lashing with animal panic. Some part of you felt just as wild, just as trapped.
You tipped your soda in his direction, a salute. “You’re such a pain.”
He grinned, and for a second, something inside both of you relaxed. “You’re catching on.”
You stood together, drinking vending machine sugar and caffeine, staring at nothing, until the rain blurred the world outside to watercolor. Still, you could see your own reflection in the glass of the vending machine, Min-ho's shoulder stooped in casual defiance and your own frame beside him, and it was the most honest you'd ever appeared together. You wanted to hate how right it looked, how easily you could imagine standing like this every day, and yet you couldn't stop staring at the version of yourself that existed only in his orbit. The image haunted you for days.
A week later came your birthday. Kitty and Yuri planned a party in a karaoke bar, of all places. Even Yuri’s text was mortifying: “You better come, bitch, or I’m singing ‘My Heart Will Go On’ until we get thrown out.” You managed a weak smile and typed that you’d be there, then spent two hours panicking about what to wear.
You arrived late. Inside, a chaos of voices and fluorescent lights. Kitty and Yuri were already three cocktails deep, sharing the booth with Min-ho, Q and Dae. The instant you entered, Yuri shrieked, “Birthday bitch!” - her favorite mode of endearment - and hauled you into an embrace that left your ribs gasping for mercy.
Kitty shoved a neon-blue drink at you, garnished with the limpest maraschino cherry you’d ever seen. You grimaced and sipped, blue sugar rim sticking to your lip.
And then, as if conjured by this moment, your boyfriend squeezed next to you in the booth, so close his arm pressed you into the vinyl cushion. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, kissing the top of your head. His breath smelled faintly of ginger beer. “You look cute.” He said it in the half-distracted way he said everything, already glancing at the karaoke screen with Dae and Q.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, scooting a sliver away.
Kitty and Yuri flanked you, deploying gifts that looked suspiciously wrapped at the last minute: a pair of chunky socks, a card scrawled in Yuri’s loopy half-cursive - “Congrats on surviving another year of romantic disappointment.” You fake-laughed so hard you choked, which made everyone else laugh twice as hard. Even your boyfriend chortled, though his gaze was glued to the screen of his phone the whole time.
Min-ho watched the performance with arms folded, the sleeves of his dark shirt rolled to his elbows. He mouthed lyrics as Kitty serenaded the room, voice warbling with mock drama, and when it was your turn he grinned and called, “Don’t disgrace yourself!” from across the table. You wanted to hurl a straw at him, but instead you picked a song you knew by heart and belted, off-key and too loud, until your throat rasped and you were finally allowed to collapse into giggles.
You sat surrounded by friends, unwrapping gifts, while your boyfriend's thumbs hammered his phone screen, his attention fracturing only when someone's laughter crescendoed.
The next round of songs came and went. Kitty and Yuri took selfies with you, draping their arms around your shoulders, faces mashed together in porcelain-red lipstick smiles. Your boyfriend ducked out for a call and didn’t come back for ten minutes. It wasn’t a surprise, not even a tiny one.
Min-ho drifted to the bar for another round, appearing at your side. “Happy birthday,” he said, raising his glass.
He slid a slim box across the lacquered table. “It’s nothing,” he said, but his eyes didn’t match the casual flick of his wrist.
He didn’t hand you a card or a gift bag - just a crooked, almost embarrassed smile and a battered paperback, cover soft at the corners. He pushed it across the table like it was something dangerous, and for a moment, you just stared.
It was your favorite novel, the one you’d mentioned in passing months ago, only once, back when you’d been arguing about whether any book was worth reading more than once. You had said it was, that sometimes people needed to see themselves again, that sometimes a story could change depending on when you read it. At the time, Min-ho had rolled his eyes and called you dramatic. Now, here it was, the exact edition you’d loved and lost in middle school, the one you’d never found again. The title glinted in worn gold foil, your own name written in tidy black ink on the inside cover - your old surname, the one you’d stopped using after your parents’ divorce. You let your thumb rest on the familiar letters, and for a moment, it felt like the floor might tilt.
You didn’t know he remembered that name. Not even Yuri knew. Not even Kitty. You couldn’t look at him; you couldn’t look at anyone. You just stood there like an idiot, hands trembling, head down, feeling everyone else’s voices go fuzzy, distant, as if the world was dunked under ice water.
After a moment, Min-ho said, “It’s not a big deal. I just thought you’d want it,” but his tone was too gentle, too much like talking to an animal he was afraid of scaring off.
You nodded. It was all you could do. Even when the rest of the room cheered for more karaoke and demanded a duet, you couldn’t pull her eyes off the battered book in between the two of you.
“Hey, babe,” your boyfriend suddenly intruded, wrapping his arm around your shoulders - clearly not sensing the fragility of the moment in the air. Min-ho’s features hardened, but he chose to stay next to you. “Just wanted to give you something. Happy birthday,” he muttered into your hairline as he pushed a gift bag into your arms.
inside was a popular, expensive perfume - a sweet vanilla scent he’d once said he liked on another girl. Your stomach dropped, disappointment weighing you down like lead. How many times had you told him that you hated the scent of vanilla? That you didn’t like any sweet-scented perfumes because they made you nauseous? The paperbag in your other hand suddenly felt heavy, a secret burning against your skin.
“Thanks,” you said, too bright. “How did you know this is what I wanted?”
He shrugged, already poking at his phone between sips of something brown and watery. You told yourself to shut up and let it go, but the words scattered inside your chest like broken glass. You set the perfume on the sticky tabletop, still in its wrapping, and when you glanced up, Min-ho was watching with a tight, sad smile.
You couldn’t remember the last time your boyfriend had asked about your classes or your day, or even noticed when you cut or colored your hair. He liked your face pressed against his neck while you watched movies in his room, liked the “relationship” part in public, liked having someone to text about random shit, liked you best in theory. You tried to care, but the book in front of you made it hard.
And for the first time, you felt tired. Not annoyed. Not disappointed. Just bone-deep, soul-level tired.
“I told you I hate vanilla,” you said coldly.
He blinked, confused, then gave a short laugh. “Come on, it’s just perfume. Don’t be so dramatic.”
The dismissal snapped something in you. Weeks, months, maybe years of swallowing silence surged to the surface. You thought of every forgotten detail, every missed promise, every time you told yourself this was fine, this was enough. And then you thought of Min-ho - the book, the jacket, the umbrella, the quiet moments he never admitted to but always showed up for.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you said.
He frowned, finally lowering his phone. “What?”
“This. Us.” The words trembled, but you didn’t stop. “I feel invisible when I’m with you. Like I could disappear and you wouldn’t notice until you needed something. That’s not love. At least, not for me.”
His mouth opened, then closed. He stared, baffled, as though you’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand.
“Are you serious?” he asked after a long beat.
You nodded. “I’ve been serious for a long time. You just didn’t see it.”
He laughed again, but it was hollow this time, brittle at the edges. “Wow. Harsh. Fine. Whatever. If you want to throw this away-” He gestured between you, vague and dismissive, like even your breakup was just another distraction. “That’s on you.”
“Maybe it is,” you said softly.
And just like that, it was over.
You watched as he left the bar, not even glancing back at you. And what you felt wasn’t sadness… it was relief.
The karaoke room pulsed with someone else’s voice, off-key and reckless, the bass vibrating through the bar. Your hands were curled around the book, edges soft under your fingers, the weight of it heavier than perfume or promises or anything else tonight had offered you.
When you finally lifted your gaze, Min-ho was watching. Not in his usual way - smirk sharpened, ready to fire the next sarcastic shot - but steady, almost hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if you’d let him look for long.
“You really did it,” he said after a moment, low enough that the others couldn’t hear it over Yuri’s scream-singing.
You exhaled a shaky laugh. “Guess I did.”
He didn’t say anything, just kept his gaze directly on yours. You smoothed the battered cover of the book, feeling the old gravity of that name inside - how it had once belonged to someone braver than you felt now. Silence ballooned around you in the way it only could with Min-ho, heavy at the edges but never truly empty. He looked at the gift like he might snatch it back, like your holding it gave him too much away, but you held it protectively anyway.
“You’re not going to lose it again, are you?” he finally asked. “Because I refuse to buy anything from a used book site again.”
You almost smiled, something sharp catching at the corners of your mouth. “Never knew that you could stoop so low, Min-ho.”
He rolled his eyes, but there was a pinched hope under the glare.
“I’m full of surprises.” He paused. “But don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”
You rolled the battered book in your hands. “Did you at least read it?”
Min-ho hesitated. “Maybe I skimmed some of it. Had to know if your literary taste was as embarrassing as your karaoke.”
You snorted. “And?”
“It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever read.” He pushed his glass closer, fingers tracing the condensation. “Pretty sure I missed half the references. Maybe you’ll explain them sometime.” There was a question there, but he left it unspoken.
“Maybe I will.”
And for the first time - without sarcasm, without pretense - you realized that every cruel remark, every muttered jab, every moment he’d shown up without asking for thanks… it had always been him seeing you, in the rawest way no one else bothered to.
You hated him for it. You wanted him for it. Both truths tangled so tightly they felt indistinguishable.
You swallowed, throat dry. “You said I could do better.”
Min-ho’s jaw worked, his fingers tightening around his glass. “Yeah. I did.”
“And you weren’t talking about anyone else, were you?”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. The silence said everything. For the first time, it felt like neither of you needed to fill the space with anything but the truth.
“But you already knew, didn’t you?” he said after a moment.
You wanted to pretend you didn’t, to play it off and keep the last scraps of dignity you had. But the lie wouldn’t form. Not with Min-ho.
And there was nothing else to do - nothing you even wanted to do - except close the space between you, close it the way you’d always pretended you wouldn’t, the way you’d wished for in a hundred private, shameful moments. You reached for him, slow and shaking, and he met you halfway. His mouth was soft, uncertain, as though some part of him expected you to punch him for it, and you almost laughed at how gentle he could be, how careful, when you’d built him up in your mind as pure barbed wire and venom.
You kissed him, and he kissed you back, and the world went blessedly silent. You weren’t sure who moved first - maybe it didn’t matter - but the taste of mocktails and rain was suddenly the most honest thing you’d ever known. He pressed his forehead to yours, and for the first time, he let the mask fall completely. No armor, no edge, just a blur of breath and nerves and tentative want.
You drew back first, heart rabbiting against your ribcage. Your hands didn’t know where to go, so they settled on the table, fingers pressed into the book between you. Min-ho’s lips parted, like he wanted to apologize, or double down with a joke, but all he managed was, “Wow, riveting conversation.”
You laughed, and for once it wasn’t bitter or defensive - it just was. “You must feel so special.”
He grinned, a little crooked. “I really do.”
Someone at the table shouted “Dare!” and the group howled. Across the room, Yuri caught your eye, confusion furrowing her brow as she clocked the new geometry of you and Min-ho, the way your heads still leaned together, how the gap between your shoulders had vanished. You thought she might say something, but she just raised her glass and mouthed, “About time.”
You felt yourself grinning, even as your cheeks tingled with aftershock and embarrassment. It felt so absolutely, terrifyingly right, and for once you didn’t want to stuff it back down. Min-ho looked almost as alarmed as you felt - a rare and beautiful sight - and together you relished the weirdness of finally arriving at the same point after so much detouring.
You didn’t say much for the rest of the night, just sat next to him in the booth. Sometimes your knees touched, sometimes your elbows nudged. No one dared bring up what had happened, but you caught the sidelong glances, the careful way even Kitty and Yuri steered the conversation around you, as if recalibrating to the new center of gravity.
When the party filtered out into the neon night, the others peeled away in cabs and buses, leaving you and Min-ho alone on the curb with the kind of silence that didn’t ask to be filled. The karaoke bar pulsed with its headachey light onto scarred concrete, the air sharp with the chemical tang of rain and city. You stood under a battered awning, neither of you in a hurry to say goodbye, so you just hovered there, shuffling your shoes and watching droplets explode in the gutters.
Min-ho broke first. “So,” he said, pushing his hands into his jacket pockets. “You going to open it?”
You raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure if he was talking about the book or something more complicated. “I already did.”
He snorted, shook his head. “You always do that, you know? Act like you’re not curious but then turn up on page one.”
You let the words sit between you, not quite knowing what to do with them. The book was already taking up half your bag’s weight and a hundred percent of your brain’s bandwidth. It was the first thing you wanted to look at when you got home, which was both thrilling and deeply annoying.
You waited for him to say more, but instead he just watched you, eyes flickering between your face and the old library stamp on the edge of the pages, like he was afraid you’d vanish if he looked away. You tried to play it off, but both of you were terrible at pretending now. There was too much gravity in the moment, too much you’d both already let slip.
You walked together back to the dorms. The rain had thinned to a mist, fine as dew, and the campus was almost beautiful in the watery neon. Every step felt like a rehearsal for some other life, one where you walked like this on purpose, where you didn’t have to make a joke of everything just to make it bearable.
Outside your building, you paused. There was a weird, hopeful terror in your chest, like the moment before a test result or the top of a roller coaster. Min-ho glanced up at your window, then back to you, and you realized that now was the moment for you to say everything or nothing at all.
“I think I’m in love with you,” you whispered. You gripped the collar of his jacket as you dragged him down, connecting your lips like it was the most normal thing.
Before he could say anything in response, you ran inside the girls’ dorm building, giggling as you quickly closed the door behind you and ran up into your dorm.
With a grin still wide on your face, you jumped onto your bed and quickly took the precious book out of the bag. Carefully flipping the pages, you opened it in about the middle and froze.
All of the pages - all of them - were filled with little reminders, thoughts and notes. Some parts were highlighted, some underlined, some circled with question marks next to them that made you giggle even more as tears started running down your cheeks.
The notes were everywhere. Tiny scrawls in the margins, sometimes only a single word - remember, this is you, page 173. A question mark where a character refused to choose. A highlighted line you’d quoted once at lunch: She had been braver than she thought, and the world was smaller than her fear.
You pressed a trembling finger to the ink. His handwriting was awful, jagged and impatient, but unmistakably his. He’d combed through the book you’d loved as a kid and marked it like a map, like a trail of breadcrumbs for the person you’d been and the one you were trying to be. No one had ever done anything like that for you. Not even close.
The giggles faded into a soft, ridiculous sob. You pressed the book to your chest and lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. Outside, the mist clung to the windowpane; in the hallway, someone shouted at a stuck vending machine. The world was still ordinary. And yet, inside your chest, everything had tilted.
You rolled over and thumbed open your phone. One new text from Min‑ho:
Check page 284.
Your hands shook as you flipped. A simple underline, no highlight this time. Just a thin, careful line under another sentence:
“It took her a long time to realize she had always been waiting for someone who looked her in the eye.”
Underneath, cramped and faint in the margin:
Not waiting anymore.
You clapped a hand over your mouth, because the sound trying to come out of you was too big, too embarrassing. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to slow your heartbeat, but the tears kept slipping anyway, fat and hot, landing on the page and blooming little gray flowers in the paper.
You didn’t text him back right away. You didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t sound like too much or not enough. You just let the words sit there between you, invisible but real.
Minutes passed. Then, without thinking, you typed:
Come back.
No emoji. No explanation. Just the truth.
A beat later, your phone buzzed:
Already downstairs.
You laughed - half‑disbelieving, half‑giddy - and wiped at your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. You didn’t bother checking the mirror before bolting down the stairs. The lobby smelled like damp shoes and cleaning fluid. Through the glass, Min‑ho leaned against the railing, hood up, hair damp again from the mist. He looked up when the door swung open, and for once there was no smirk.
You stepped out into the drizzle. He straightened, hands still stuffed in his pockets. “You’re supposed to be reading,” he said, voice rougher than usual.
“I did,” you answered. “You left me homework.”
That almost‑smile flickered at the corner of his mouth. “Did you get it?”
You nodded. The rain beaded on his hood and slipped down to his jaw. You reached up, without thinking, and brushed one droplet away with your thumb. He didn’t flinch.
“I meant what before,” you murmured. “I think I’m in love with you.”
His breath hitched, the first crack in all his practiced detachment.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He stared at you for a long second, like he was trying to memorize your face. Then he exhaled, the tension in his shoulders sliding loose, and gave a tiny, helpless laugh. “You’re a disaster.”
“You like disasters,” you said.
“I like you,” he corrected, quietly.
You reached for his jacket again and this time he caught your hand, pulling you into his chest. The city hissed around you, cars and rain and neon and somewhere far off, the echo of karaoke bleeding through a doorway. You stood under it all, forehead to forehead, the book still tucked under your arm like a secret you were finally allowed to carry out into the open.
No promises, no perfect bow on the story - just this. His hand at the back of your neck. The damp smell of rain. The sense that maybe, finally, you weren’t invisible.
-> important note: the xo kitty characters have all been aged up to legal age! i refuse to write smut about minors, even if they are fictional.
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“shhh baby, keep quiet,” minho! swallows your moans, lips entangled in yours, “you don’t want them to hear you, do you?,” he teases — the group was just outside his bedroom door studying for the upcoming exams.
minho, bored of the lessons, wanted to have some fun, “we’re gonna take a nap, i’m too tired for this shit,” he complains, dragging you in his bedroom before you could protest.
now you’re under him, his fingers going in and out of your pussy as you try to control the noises you were making. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in the way that has you biting your lips, toes curling, “mmm-ahh,” you moan breathily, trying to be as quiet as you can.
“shhh,” he reminds you, his fingers quickening its pace on your cunt, curling it exactly the way that hits the spot.
“gonna come,” you whisper, orgasm making you shake, eyes rolling back, shaky breath coming from your lips as you try to stabilize your breathing.
minho admires you’re fucked out state, zipping down his pants and freeing his hard pink cock, he pumps himself a couple of times, keeping his groans quiet, “you think you can keep being a good girl and be quiet for this one,” he says teasingly, slapping his cock against your pussy, making you twitch. you nod furiously, just wanting to feel him inside you.
he slides in between your folds, collecting your juices, then lining up with your core, he slowly enters you. you squeeze his shoulder at the intrusion, and minho had to bury his head in yours to muffle his groans.
once he was fully situated, you pull him towards you, lips coming in contact again as he slowly rocked in and out of you, breathing heavily against each other's lips.
lifting one of your legs up to your shoulder, he quickens the pace hitting you in a way that got you rolling your eyes back, your second orgasm coming to fruition, “ahhh-,” you cry, his free hand immediately covering your mouth, muffling your sounds, hot breath hitting his palm.
your fingers make their way to his back, holding on for support, nails scratching, eliciting a groan from him. the feeling of your nails making him hiss in pain, “oh fuck, love,” he groans, no longer caring about the ears outside.
“say my name,” he orders, removing his hands off your lips.
the creaking of the bed getting louder and louder, heavy breathing gradually rising, being quiet long forgotten as whines of his names exited your lips, like a mantra, “fuck! minho, minho, minho-,” you whine, encouraging him to go faster.
his hand rubs harsh circles on your clit, halting your whines as you moan loudly, orgasm taking over you, pussy clenching tightly around his cock, pushing minho to his own release.
“oh my god-,” he grunts just as his release came over him, quickly pulling out of your pussy, his cum messily pouring out of him.
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meanwhile on the other side of the door, the group looks awkwardly around the room, the squeaking of the bed and your shared moans hitting their ears.
“uhm, maybe we should move to our dorm?” kitty suggested.
“yeah, good idea,” q exclaims as everyone rushed to pack their staff, hurriedly leaving the boys’ dorm.
summary: there was a moment of consideration as you gnawed on the inside of your mouth. the weight of your secret was becoming unbearable.
part two!
warnings: angst! insecurity. probably a few grammar errors
word count: 950+
masterlist
a/n: i fear i couldn't resist writing for him. first work for him so there isn't others in the masterlist. i wrote this pretty quick so i apologize in case.
you always fought, but that night you didn't.
it was inevitable that when you and minho were around, some sort of bickering would ensue. it was as if the friendship you had relied on those sharp-tongued comments and eye rolls. there was some enjoyment in the banter; you could always rely on minho to be as quick-witted as you. most of the time, it was truly nonsense and comical to those around you, but sometimes he took it too far.
he would cross a boundary, known or unknown, and the aftermath was either venomous words spilling off your tongue or complete silence and avoidance.
it hurt, to ignore him. act like minho wasn't there. sure you would come around to him after a few days and pick right back up where you left off. and yes maybe it was unfair to ignore him after an argument, but that was you, that's what you did.
what you've really come to recognize is these silly little arguments hurt because you had feelings for minho. you hated the giddy feeling you had when he was around. the slight heat to your cheeks when he gave a real, genuine, compliment. the sizzling sensation that coursed through your skin when his hand brushed against you. or the way it felt like your chest was caving in on you and your lungs were screaming for help when minho confessed to q that he had a crush on someone, someone that isn't you.
so here you were avoiding him after he made an innocent remark about his crush. it shouldn't have, but it rubbed you the wrong way and perhaps it was because of the newfound knowledge of your feelings towards minho.
the evening was approaching and soon the sun would exchange places with the moon. the friday night would come alive and the sounds of eager students heading off campus would echo into the night, almost taunting you in your sadness. there was a nice footpath you've called home for the last week. after classes were finished you found yourself walking on the winding path away from school, taking in the fresh air and allowing yourself some peace. nestled a few feet away from the path was a small gazebo with a picnic table in the center. you sat down and allowed your eyes to close, soaking in the tranquility of nature away from the dizziness of life.
"hey..." a voice called out ripping you back to reality.
the voice. his voice. in this moment it made you feel sick. you swear you could feel the bile rising up and threatening to escape. your vision went white. heart beating so hard you could've sworn you saw its outline rising from your chest.
"hey minho," you exhaled as he sat across from you.
his throat bobbed, "how are you?"
you hummed in response, unsure what to say.
the silence between you stretches longer than it ever has. there was no space for quick-witted responses or light-hearted banter. minho didn't know what was the reason for your absence, but he missed you. when he looked at you your eyes didn't hold that mischief it normally possessed. he knew this was not a moment for a sarcastic quip.
"talk to me," minho nearly pleaded, eyes dancing across your face.
you paused trying to find a way to convey your thoughts to minho without confessing your feelings, "have you ever realized something too late?"
his eyebrow pulled up on his face, "well...of course, yeah. i think we all have."
"like, the thing is right there," you nearly laughed, "right in front of you the whole time. but by the time you realize, it's gone, it's moved on like everything else. i realized the importance of it too late."
you looked to minho who sat silently as you rambled. his eyes were clear of any judgment or jokes. the typical smirk etched on his lips was erased. his brows pulled softly together, a delicate ridge separating them. you watched as his hand snaked up from his lap and cradled your hand. his fingers lazily intertwining with your own.
"you know you can tell me anything," he said softly, his accent lighter.
you offered him a small smile. not a fake one, a real one. you could tell minho everything, everything but this. not when he is interested in someone else, you can't ruin that for him. can't ruin your friendship.
he sensed the hesitation, "...c'mon," he urged gently, eyes hopeful.
there was a moment of consideration as you gnawed on the inside of your mouth. the weight of your secret was becoming unbearable. all you wanted to do was scream at the top of your lungs for every person in KISS and for every star in the galaxy to hear that you were falling for minho. but before you could open your mouth and string together all the consonants and vowels for 'minho i'm falling for you' his phone rang.
minho's hand slid out from yours leaving you feeling icy but not as icy as the blood coursing through your body as you watched a shy smile adorn his face. one of his hands ran through his hair, a movement he did when he was feeling nervous, in a good way. you sat in agonizing silence waiting for him to hang up.
a pink hue dusted across his cheeks, "that was uh-"
"go," you replied softly, barely above a whisper, "have fun."
the moonlight that illuminated your face was now blocked my minho's standing figure. if you could, you wanted to be swallowed by his shadow into the darkness.
"oh. what were you going to say before the call?" minho asked.
