Hello!! I love your blog❤️can you pls do a Minho as a boyfriend?
imagine minho as your boyfriend
hello there, will gladly do this! i am honestly receiving a lot of minho requests so expect more to come your way. may you have fun imagining these scenes but warning though, i think i made the nsfw portion for this one a bit more "descriptive" than my previous one. hope you don't mind. enjoy the ride *wink wink*! also thank you so much for supporting the blog ❤
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i honestly think minho is the most romantic boyfriend you can ask for. like he will go out of his way to do sweet stuff for you and spoil you rotten.
he will surely organize surprise birthday parties for you. you also always look forward to your anniversary dinners since he can somehow always beat himself every year. last year he even arranged a romantic candlelit dinner on a helipad.
loves it when you run towards him for a big hug especially after missing each other for a long time. he will gladly sweep you off your feet and carry you in his arms.
loves it when you run towards him for a big hug especially after missing each other for a long time. he will gladly sweep you off your feet and carry you in his arms. want since he loves seeing you in them. he finds you cute and sexy at the same time.
follows you around the kitchen when you're cooking. he is always excited about the meals you make and keeps on asking questions about them. having him around is basically like feeding an athlete.
if you're not interested in sports, i think you will be soon especially after seeing his reactions. eventually, you started to ask him questions about the game which he answers with overflowing enthusiasm. he will gladly give you a crash course about various sports during his free time.
he will be like a kid on christmas morning when you finally agree to watch a live game with him. he will be bouncing on his feet while purchasing the tickets.
his favorite date with you is hiking and camping. both of you will hit the road early and you can watch the sunrise during the long peaceful drive.
you two engage on a "healthy dose" of competitiveness every now and then. you may even end up doing bets and punishments for the sore loser.
he would not mind accompanying you to the mall as long as there are seats inside the shops. also, he will try his best to give you helpful opinions on the items you want to buy.
he always wakes up early to jog around the neighborhood or to go to the gym. when he comes back, he already got you your usual blends from your favorite local coffee shop.
he will surely go with you if you need to babysit your cousin, niece or nephew. imagine having little family dates on a nearby ice cream shop and on the children's playground at the park. right after that, he will be their favorite uncle minho because he is that good with kids.
he sleeps shirtless, 100%. he is just wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that hangs dangerously low on his hips, exposing that defined abs. also it is tight enough to flaunt his cute little butt which you love to pinch whenever you pass by.
nsfw
a lot of pinning down the bed or pushing against the wall action. it would a perfect opportunity for you to wrap your legs around him and claw at his back as he pleasures you to oblivion.
i don't see him as the type to leave his marks all over you. a few accidental hickeys on your neck or collarbones is the best you can get. however, if you want him to add one (or more) on your skin just ask because he will do it without any second thoughts.
he loves it when you suck on his fingers while he fucks you. plus extra points if you stare at him while doing so.
he is actually open to the idea of choking.
he loves it when you randomly decide to give him a head. going down on him is his favorite thing that you do to him.
he is usually the one on top since he likes it when he can lock you in place and assert his dominance. when you're the one riding though, he can't help but admire the delicious view.
he finds it hot when you two have sex while still having some of your clothes on. the sexual tension is way too much already and taking them off completely will be just a waste of time.
washing up with him in the shower would just definitely end up on another round.
i honestly expect him to start some sort of competition for sex as well, like who gets off who the most.
i have this request, where haven minho takes y/n out for a weekend car trip as her graduation gift or maybe could be a haven family trip for the youngers graduation, you can choose! love your blog <3
Pairing: Y/N x Lee Minho
Word Count: 3.1K
Genre: Haven AU; Found Families AU
Warnings: So. Much. Fluff.
“You’re gonna make me jealous if you aren’t more careful, baby.”
His tone was teasing, but I still took a moment to open my eyes, groaning because Changbin’s body heat was rather oppressive. “We’re just sleeping,” I grumbled.
“Looks a little too cozy,” Minho insisted, and he opened the door to my bedroom wider, inviting himself inside.
“Changbin’s never here anymore,” I pouted, rousing the man in question from his sleep as he chuckled and allowed the arm wrapped around my waist to hold me even tighter.
“I have a job,” he reminded me.
“And a girlfriend,” Minho added, giving me a knowing look. “You’re giving Changbin a difficult choice: you or his favorite girl.”
“Hey!” I protested, kicking out at him with my foot. “Everyone knows that I’m Changbin’s favorite girl.”
“Mhmm,” Changbin mumbled in response, but he was clearly too tired to give anyone a coherent response, already drifting back to sleep.
“Guess what?” Minho continued, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?” I asked, feeling a little more alert as my heart gave a happy little flutter. “What is it?”
“You’re graduating Friday,” Minho said, and I smiled at the reminder, the idea of freedom looming in the near-distance.
So close I could almost feel it!!
“I’m the most excited,” I said. “Seungmin keeps complaining. Apparently, he’s not looking forward to four more years in University.”
“He knows it’s good for him,” Minho remarked, crossing his arms as we both thought about Seungmin’s decision - met with heavy tears from an over-emotional Chan when he found out about Seungmin’s scholarship.
“I’m just going to Felix the situation,” I said, smirking at Minho’s eye-roll. “Get my two-year degree online cuz’ it's cheaper and I won’t have to move away from you.”
“Oh, really?” Minho purred, but he looked rather pleased about the prospect, leaning down to offer me a deep kiss. “I like the sound of that, Y/N. But I also organized something for you and Seungmin. Consider it a graduation present.”
“Present?”
“A camping trip,” Minho said. “We’re going away this weekend. The original nine.”
“The original nine?” I repeated because it sounded so cliche, but the truth of the matter was that it also sounded really nice. Not that I didn’t want Sara and Lisa around, but just having our little family together? It seemed too good to be true.
“I’d say no girlfriends allowed...” Minho trailed off, raising one sultry brow at me that was far more suggestive than necessary.
“Uh-huh, so I’m the exception?” I grinned.
“I’d like to do this for you,” Minho said. “It would mean a lot.”
“And Seungmin too?” I asked, just because it was funny to watch Minho roll his eyes.
“Yes, Seungmin too.”
“Well, then,” I started, reaching out to pull Minho closer for another kiss, ignoring Changbin’s whines of complaint. “I guess I can’t exactly say no.”
It was already crowded in the living room the next morning, and Seungmin and I were both growing increasingly more annoyed with having cameras shoved into our faces. “Look over here!” Chan said, holding up his hand. “You guys look great!”
“It’s just a robe,” Seungmin grumbled, but we both stood shoulder-to-shoulder for yet another photograph.
“Cute,” Hyunjin decided, messing with the settings on his digital camera. “Should we do some shots in front of the house?”
“We’ll be late for the ceremony,” Seungmin said, desperately trying to get us out of the impromptu family photo shoot.
“Besides, neither of us are looking forward to sitting out in the hot sun for just our names to be called out once,” I added, and Seungmin snorted around a laugh while Chan looked nothing short of affronted.
“This is a big deal,” he insisted, putting down his phone to step forward and mess with Seungmin’s tie.
Again.
“Leave them alone, Chan,” Felix quietly intervened, and I gave him a grateful smile.
“Seriously,” Lisa said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “We can swarm them with pictures later.”
“Just...try and keep this on straight,” Chan told Seungmin, giving his appearance another once-over before nodding in satisfaction.
“The cars are waiting!” Changbin announced from outside, and Seungmin and I were more than willing to force our way through frantic hands and flashing smiles as our roommates proved to be an imposing obstacle.
“They’re just excited,” Sara whispered to me when I finally found reprieve in the sunshine, and I attempted a smile.
“I know,” I agreed, wrapping my arm through hers.
“They raised you,” she continued. “Let them be a little doting. I think I can understand.”
I nodded, even though I might not understand in the same way, but they were my family, and there weren’t many things I wouldn’t do for them.
The ceremony was hotter than I expected, and at one point, I whispered to Seungmin that he might need to be prepared to carry me off the field.
Thankfully, once our names were called, and we walked across the stage while ignoring the whistles and cheers from our section in the crowd, I was able to unzip my robe and allow some fresh air to soothe my overheated skin. “Could he have talked any longer?” Seungmin complained, referring to our principal's long and meandering speech about the importance of life after high school.
“I think he likes the attention,” I managed to get out, mere seconds before Changbin’s strong arms swept me up into an impossible hug in an attempt to squeeze the actual life from my lungs. “Dying,” I huffed around the last reserves of oxygen, and Sara had the wherewithal to convince Changbin that he probably shouldn’t be doing that on our school’s football field.
“Don’t!” I heard Seungmin whining from next to me, and I looked over just in time to see Hyunjin messing up the meticulous hairstyle he had spent hours perfecting that morning.
Meanwhile, a few of Seungmin’s school friends were watching, trying to call him over. “I’ll be right back,” Seungmin said, but he was immediately stopped by Chan who was cooing and crying at the same time, hugging Seungmin close to him in the same manner that Changbin had done to me.
“Oh, god, you’re embarrassing me,” Seungmin whined, shoving Chan away as he blushed at the sound of his friend’s laughter.
“Let the kid go,” Lisa said with a laugh, and Seungmin muttered out a quick thanks before practically sprinting over to his friends.
“It’s family time!” Hyunjin protested.
“He’ll be back,” Lisa said, smirking as she gave Hyunjin a pat on his shoulder. “You’ll all have plenty of time together on your top-secret camping trip.”
“It’s an expedition in the woods,” Jisung retorted. “Get it right.”
I shook my head, looking away from Jisung and Lisa just in time to find Minho with his gaze focused on mine. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms and inviting me into a welcoming embrace, whispering kisses across any surface of my skin he could access. “So proud of you.”
“Thank you,” I said, closing my eyes for a moment as I rested my chin atop his shoulder. “Did I rock that stage or what?”
Minho chuckled, and I could feel his chest vibrating against mine. “I’m mostly impressed that you could walk in those heels.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said, opening my eyes again only to spot a familiar face standing a little further apart from everyone else.
Slowly, I unwound my arms from around Minho, and he followed my gaze to the woman hunching her shoulders uncomfortably as she studied me from afar. “Hey, mom,” I said, and Minho tensed, looking between me and my mother like he was expecting a confrontation.
It was also at the same time when Chan decided to come over, greeting my mother with a respectful incline of his head. “Hi, Ms. Y/L/N,” he said.
“Chan, right?” my mother asked, and I swallowed hard because she had done that on purpose. There’s simply no other explanation for someone forgetting the name of the only person who allowed her to have continued involvement in her daughter’s life.
“Nice to see you,” Chan said, and I could tell that it took a lot for him to be so courteous.
“Well,” my mother sighed. “I just wanted to congratulate you, dear. There’s no way I could miss my own daughter’s graduation.”
“Thanks,” I muttered through gritted teeth. “I’m glad you came.”
She nodded her head, suddenly appearing a little more sheepish as more eyes started to notice her presence. “Call me soon,” she requested. “Maybe I can take you out for a proper celebration?”
“Sure,” I lied, watching her closely as she shuffled in place.
“You have my number,” she said, giving me one last considerate look before allowing herself to be swept away with the other parents leaving toward the parking lot.
I shuddered once she was out of sight, leaning more of my weight against Minho who was always more than willing to support me whenever I was at my weakest and most vulnerable.
It was always like that with my mother.
“Jisung stole my french fries!”
“Did not!”
“Really? Then what the hell happened to them? Did they just disappear?”
“I guess so!”
I cracked my eye open at the ridiculous conversation, glancing over to my right to see Changbin mere seconds away from exploding on Jisung and Hyunjin who were arguing so vehemently from the backseat. His fingers were clenched tight around the steering wheel, brows furrowed together, and his mouth twisted into something unpleasant.
“Hyunjin,” he breathed around an exhale. “Jisung.”
“He started it!” Jisung said.
“That’s not true!” Hyunjin retorted. “He’s just mad because he ordered a medium!”
“How old are the two of you?” Changbin asked, rolling his eyes as he glanced up at the rearview mirror. “Jeongin, I’m sorry you have to put up with this shit.”
I finally cracked a smile, turning around in my seat to look at Jeongin. “How long has this been going on for?”
“Ten minutes,” the youngest informed me with a sober frown.
“I’m this close to calling Chan and throwing one of your asses into his car,” Changbin said, holding his fingers close together to indicate that he was on the last vestiges of patience.
“Whatever,” Hyunjin grumbled. “S’ not my fault.”
“Oh, yeah, the picture of innocence,” Changbin muttered, and I resisted the urge to laugh as I reached over to give Changbin’s hand a reassuring squeeze.
“How far away are we from the campsite?”
“30 minutes,” Changbin said. “Hallelujah.”
I nodded and relaxed further into my seat, enjoying the benefits of winning a competitive game of rock-paper-scissors to determine which of us would get the privilege of riding in the passenger seat. As always, Changbin and Chan became our designated drivers, especially since Minho insisted that he didn’t have the patience to drive and watch over everyone else.
“Can the two of you keep your shit together long enough for us to make it to the campsite without calling Chan?”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin and Jisung echoed together at the same time, and Changbin let out a deep breath, cursing under his breath as I smirked and turned my attention to the passing clouds outside.
“Everyone pair up!” Chan announced once we had all of our supplies together at the campsite, with our bags and equipment scattered around the circle's circumference.
“Me and Y/N,” Minho said, pulling me close with a raised brow. “Obviously.”
“Gross,” Jisung huffed. “I want Felix!”
“No way!” Hyunjin protested. “Felix is my partner!”
“Did Felix even agree to this?” Chan asked, and he looked at the younger one who merely shrugged in response.
“I’ll decide, then,” Chan intervened. “Minho and Y/N, Seungmin and Jeongin, Changbin and Felix, and Jisung and Hyunjin.”
“Seriously?” Hyunjin sighed. “Chan, that’s like the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
“Seconded!” Jisung agreed.
“Well, you can work on putting aside your differences for one night,” Chan replied. “And I’m getting my own tent because I’m tired of everyone’s bullshit.”
“Seems fair,” Felix nodded.
“Let’s split up,” Chan continued. “We can get everything set up.”
His orders were met by various murmurs of consent, and I giggled when Minho came up behind me to wrap an arm around my waist. “Come on, partner,” he whispered, and I followed him to where he had already scoped out a good spot to pitch our tent.
“How the hell do you even do this?” Hyunjin wondered aloud, glancing between the instructions to the sad pile of rods and fabric situated messily on the ground.
“Give it to me,” Jisung grumbled. “It’s obviously too complicated for you to figure out.”
“Whatever,” Hyunjin retorted, and he sat down in the middle of the circle and pulled out his phone. “No service. Just great.”
“You could use some fresh air outside, Jinnie,” Minho said, and I was more than inclined to let my boyfriend shoulder most of the work.
“Maybe we could go hiking together?” Jeongin suggested.
“Like with bears and shit?” Jisung asked, already disregarding building his tent for something that sounded a whole lot more interesting.
“You know what?” Chan asked. “That sounds like a good idea! Jeongin can take Jisung and Hyunjin somewhere far away for hiking, and anyone else who wants to go can join them.”
“But what about the tent?” Jisung questioned, pointing down to the incomplete lack of progress he had made.
“I’ll handle it,” Chan insisted, and it was with great reluctance that Hyunjin followed an over-eager Jisung, Seungmin, and Jeongin further into the solitude of the woods.
“Thanks for the peace and quiet,” Changbin eventually said, interrupting the solitude to vocalize what everyone else had been thinking.
“Yeah, no problem,” Chan grumbled, but I knew that he wasn’t that upset. After all, his family meant more to him than anything else in the world.
Later that night, once all the tents were pitched and Changbin and Felix returned with Jeongin and his hiking crew who had apparently forgotten to bring a compass with them, Chan had us all sitting around the fire toasting marshmallows and sharing pleasant conversation about whatever topic struck us at the moment.
In the meantime, I was more than content in Minho’s arms, propped up against his strong chest as his fingers worked themselves through the tangles in my hair. “How about some ground rules for tonight?” Seungmin ventured at one point, gesturing towards me and Minho with a loose hand. “No sex in the tents.”
“What about outside of them?” Minho asked with a suggestive tone.
“I stand by my gross comment from before,” Jisung said, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he stuffed another marshmallow into whatever room remained in his cheeks.
“No sex, period,” Chan said. “Should I even have to say that?”
“Well, we are celebrating,” Minho said, and I tried not to squirm when he dug his fingers into my side.
“No loud music either,” Changbin continued, and I was grateful that he decided to guide the conversation away from me and Minho.
“Who does that?” Jisung asked.
“Felix,” Changbin said, and he gave the younger a look. “I can hear you all the way upstairs at home.”
“I can always change it for you,” Felix said, nonchalant as always as he sipped at his water bottle.
“Let’s just enjoy ourselves,” Chan suggested. “As hard as that may be for some of you.”
“I’m more than capable of relaxing,” Hyunjin said, but then he screeched and quickly stood up from the log he had been sitting on. “Why are there so many beetles?”
“Cuz’ it’s the woods?” Seungmin said, sharing a quick exchange with Jeongin to which the youngest merely nodded in response.
“This is for Y/N and Seungmin,” Changbin said, and he lifted his marshmallow roasting stick high into the air. “Cheers to them.”
“Uh-huh, sure,” I said, lifting mine as well even though it seemed utterly ridiculous.
“Hazaa!” Jisung shouted, and he stood up next to Hyunjin as he raised his high above his head, dripping remains of his marshmallows leaking down the handle.
“Are we really doing this?” Seungmin grumbled in complaint, but one by one each of us contributed to our weird display of solidarity.
“Okay, enough before someone comes by and wonders what the hell we’re trying to do,” Chan said.
“Or before someone pokes an eye out,” Minho added with a grunt, pulling me back against him with a gentle kiss.
“We can just skip to the speeches instead,” Jisung said, and he clapped his hands together as he indicated between me and Seungmin. “Who goes first.”
“I will, I guess,” Seungmin said, and he reluctantly stood up and waved off the cheers from everyone else. “Thanks for all the support,” he said, pursing his lips in deep concentration as he tried to put something together. “You’re cool. Sometimes.”
“Hell yeah!” Jisung yelled, and I stifled my laughter at Seungmin’s brevity.
“Now, Y/N,” Hyunjin said, and I groaned but unwound Minho’s arms long enough to stand next to the fire.
“Sure,” I said, searching for the right words. “It’s weird to be here because I never really saw any kind of future for myself until I met you guys.” I swallowed hard, nearly choking around the sudden flood of emotion clogging my throat. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I can’t wait for whatever might come next.”
“Y/N,” Jeongin sniffled once I sat back down.
“Such a sweetheart,” Minho whispered into my ear, holding me in close to him in reassurance as Chan roughly wiped away a tear.
“Alright, enough speeches,” he said, voice breaking once as he tried to regain his composure. “I love this, you know? Just the nine of us.”
“Let’s do it more often,” Felix said, always interrupting at the right moments.
“I agree,” Changbin nodded, and I didn’t even realize he had been crying until I took in the sight of his bloodshot eyes.
“Binnie,” I whispered, and he shook his head, giving me a warm smile.
“Felix can turn on his shitty music,” Changbin said. “Hyunjin and Jisung can fight to their heart's content.”
“And me and Y/N...” Minho trailed off, but Changbin quickly changed his tone.
“Anything but that,” he grunted.
“I think we should just look at the stars,” Felix said, and he was already lying back on his blanket, hands folded behind his head as he looked up at the night sky loaded so brilliantly with freckles of light.
“Good idea,” Jeongin said, and I only saw him fall backward before Minho was forcing me into a tight embrace, facing one another on our sides as we exchanged gentle puffs of oxygen.
“The stars aren’t as beautiful as you,” he whispered.
“Cheesy.”
“I’m serious,” he said, and his fingers traced over the ridges of my lips. “I love you, Y/N. Everyone here loves you.”
“I know,” I said, and it was all I could manage because the atmosphere was suddenly charged with something heavy.
But Minho understood. He always did. Bringing my head closer to his chest, so I could listen to the calming combination of background conversations about everything and the soothing reverberation of his heart thumping in time to a special melody that only I had the privilege of understanding.
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Genre: fluff, featuring your mischievous little siblings
Word Count: 1071
Note: this is an installment of my growing collection of shinee drabbles, which can be read as a series. it’s basically about how minho and his girlfriend in those drabbles started dating!
Upon realizing that your parents were home when you returned from school, you excitedly ran into the kitchen, clutching your theater program’s cast list, which named you the lead. After congratulating you— your mother with a kiss on the forehead and your father with a gentle clap on the shoulder— they reminded that somebody would have to watch your little siblings during afternoon practices while your parents were working.
The often troublesome twins, one boy and one girl, overheard the news about a new babysitter and immediately coordinated their efforts to chase away anyone you chose.
“But why?” Your little sister tilted her head and frowned. “I don’t want to be bad. I don’t like when Y/N is upset with me.”
And it was true; your sister was the sweeter of the two. Too often, however, her big-toothed smile paled in comparison to your brother’s conniving grin.
“You don’t want Y/N to forget about us, do you?” He mimicked her pout. And when she wildly shook her head, he continued, “If we get a babysitter, Y/N will never play with us again. So we can’t let her take us to somebody new!”
Don’t feel too flattered— your brother didn’t really like you that much— or at least, he would never admit it. From his perspective, he knew how to convince you to let him win games; he could sweet talk you into letting him stay awake past bedtime; he could trick you into giving him an extra piece of candy. But he had been devastated enough to learn that these tricks wouldn’t work on his preschool teacher; he couldn’t risk going through that kind of humiliation again with a babysitter.
So with your little sister’s reluctant assistance, he vowed to make the babysitter miserable.
After picking the twins up after school, you nearly lulled your brother to sleep with your excited chatter about the neighbor boy who agreed to take care of them. “He used to be my best friend— back when we were your age. Y’know, we even pinky promised that we would get married one day. Isn’t that silly?”
“It’s dumb,” your brother grumbled under his breath. He was pouting, too determined to be miserable to even eat the cookie you gave him.
But your sister was leaning forward in her booster seat, obviously drawn into your story. “What’s his name, Y/N? And what does he look like? Will I like him? Will he like me—”
“Hey, one question at a time, silly.” You smiled at her through the rear view mirror. “His name is Minho. I’m sure you’ve seen him before, he’s that really cute boy from across the street. And yes you’ll like him, and he’ll like you.”
And your brother looked at you, his eyebrows raised as if to ask if Minho would like him too.
You simply remarked, having noted your brother’s attitude, “He’ll like both of you as long as you’re on your best behavior.”
Before your brother could offer his bratty retort, you pulled into Minho driveway. Wearing his familiar broad smile, he raced toward you. “Thank you so much.” You beamed as you unbuckled the twins’ seat belts. “Really— I think I would have had to quit the play without your help.”
“It’s no problem,” he shrugged. Then, winking, he said, “Just promise not to forget me when you become a famous actress, alright?”
“Hmmmm.” You considered Minho’s condition, as if you could ever really forget him. Then, holding out your pinky, you agreed. “Okay— pinky promise!”
Your little sister looked on at the situation in awe; her jaw dropped and a pink blush rose to her cheeks as Minho laced his pinky with yours. “Y/N! A pinky promise! Like when you and Minho promised to get married!”
Minho smirked as you attempted to hide your face with your hands. “You’re still telling people about that?” He laughed at your embarrassment; he really hadn’t changed much with age.
And before you could make any attempt to defend yourself, your sister answered, “Yup! She told me all about it on our way here!”
“Oh yeah?” Minho scooped her into his arms and asked, “What else did she say about me?”
“Ummmmm.” Your sister hummed as she tried to remember. Then, smiling maniacally, she recalled, “She said you’re the really cute boy from across the street!” She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I think she really likes you.”
Meanwhile, your little brother had heard enough. He remained in the car, his arms crossed, until he heard Minho ask your sister if he should be your boyfriend. When your sister responded with an enthusiastic nod, his jaw dropped. He really didn’t want to, but he would have to get out of the car— to protect you.
Minho put your sister down, presumably to confess to you; but he hadn’t even said a word when a cookie smacked him across the face. Perplexed, and slightly irritated, he wheeled around to find your brother scowling at him.
“Oh, hi, buddy—”
“Don’t buddy me.” Your brother stomped his foot. He pointed his finger and accused, “You only agreed to watch me so you could give my sister your cooties!”
Through your laughter, you asked, “Is that true, Minho?”
Minho’s eye twitched as he wondered aloud, “Is that kid some kind of genius or something?”
“I’ll never let you date my sister,” your brother swore. “Never—”
He paused only when your sister clapped her hand over his mouth. “Hush!” She begged. “Y/N has to marry Minho— they pinky promised! You’re ruining everything!”
Once the children were fully immersed in their bickering, Minho turned toward you and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. Chuckling, he said, “Well, I guess you know I like you now. Never thought that would be revealed by a kid, but I guess stranger things have happened.”
“Minho— I kind of already knew you liked me,” you admitted and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. “Nothing else could compel you to want to take care of these goobers.” You gestured to your little siblings, who were now arguing over who got to eat the cookie now lying in the grass. “Don’t let them eat that— and if you make it through the night, I guess I’ll go out on one date.”
You phrased it as a bargain, as if you hadn’t been dreaming of that first date since you were a child.
I’ve been binge watching videos of Shinee’s Minho and I stumbled upon a clip from a drama he was in - The most beautiful goodbye - and he was an affectionate drunk and i just UWU - SoOoO Id like to request for a small scenario/imagine (honestly don’t know what the difference between the two OOPS) for a drunk Minho where he’s very affectionate and wants some loving and kisses - please and thank you
Oh this was so much fun to write! Enjoy your affectionate Minho, anon!
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Minho (SHINee) x Reader
You were getting ready for bed. You’d just washed your face and were getting ready to put on moisturizer when you heard the front door open. It didn’t exactly slam open, but it had been loud enough to make you drop the cap to your cream.
“Minho?”
“Y/N?? Y/N where are you? I miss you where are you??”
You popped your head out of the bathroom to see a stumbling Minho looking around for you under a pillow on the couch.
“Babe, I’m right here.”
His eyes lighted on you and the biggest grin split across his face as he ran to you with actual open arms.
“Y/N!”
You ducked back in the bathroom, closing the door, to avoid him and finish your nighttime ritual.
“Y/N?? Where’d you go???”
You heard a thud outside the door and then little scratches that reminded you of a cat - except you didn’t have a cat.
Cleaning up after yourself, you finally opened the door again, only to have an unbalanced Minho fall against your legs. Apparently he’d been trying to listen through the door?
“Y/N you’re back!”
“Minho I was just getting ready for bed. Did you have fun with the guys?” you asked as you tried to help him up off the floor, then walk him back to the front to hang up his jacket and put up his shoes.
He was wrapped around you as soon as his jacket was off, toeing out of his shoes lazily. You just sighed and started leading him back towards the bathroom.
“Did you know that Taemin is all grown up now?? I mean he’s all grown up!”
“I know babe, that’s what happens when you’re around someone for as long as you guys have been.”
“But I mean he even ordered the drinks for us. He knows drinks! He’s so grown up!”
You just gave him a “mhmm” as you helped him sit down on the closed toilet, grabbing his toothbrush and prepping it for him before handing it off.
“Brush.”
“And he even talked about his - “
“Brush Minho!”
He saluted you with the toothbrush before putting it in his mouth and brushing slowly. You started running the sink faucet to get a good temperature. When he had rinsed out his mouth, you helped hold him as he kind of washed his face.
You say kind of because it was definitely not a thorough job, but it was good enough for the night.
“Alright babe, bed.”
“Buuuut Y/NNN -”
“Nope! Bed.” you said, helping him to sit on your comforter and tossing his pajamas at his face.
As he changed, you crawled in on your side. When he was ready, you pulled back the covers for him and patted the bed.
His face lit up like a kid in a candy store.
“Bedtime cuddles?” ha asked, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.
You rolled your eyes, wondering why he was always like this when he drunk because you guys cuddled all the time regardless.
“Yes Minho, bedtime cuddles.”
He dove, literally dove, into your side as he snuggled up.
Not that he would admit it all the time, but he totally loved when you were the big spoon or one who got cuddled into. And you can’t say you minded, especially when he was this cute, rubbing his cheek into your shoulder.
You ran your fingers through his hair as you waited for his breathing to even out. You thought it finally had when you heard him speak.
“You know, you’re the best.”
You chuckled as a response, causing him to rise up on his elbows to look you right in the eyes.
“No I mean it, Y/N. I love you. I am so lucky to have you.” he said, smiling down at you.
You just smiled back, bumping his nose with yours before pulling his head back down to your chest.
“I love you too, Minho.” you said, like you did every time.
And now that he’d gotten that off his chest, your cute, clingy cuddler finally fell sound asleep. You closed your eyes to follow, hoping you could doze off before his snoring picked up. While normally soft and cute, when he drank it got as loud as a bulldozer.
And as much as you loved him, you didn’t want to be kept awake by that.
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A/N - Sorry for making you wait, and sorry it’s a little short, hope this is okay ❤️
The silence was nice, it was peaceful, the rain pitter pattered on the window as the radio played music quietly in the background. Pages rattled as you turned further into the book, you snuggled down on the couch, a few fluffy pillows behind your head and a thick blanket pulled up over your chest. As you were lost in your book, the story dragging you in, you felt your newly wed husband lift your feet as he sat, then he placed your feet on to his lap. The book slammed shut as you sat up, you leaned over and grabbed your hot chocolate that steamed on the table, Minho watched you with a slight smile. His head was tilted, an eyebrow raised, a deep chuckle coming from him as you mimicked his movements.
“Wha’cha thinkin’?” You questioned, as you sipped on your hot beverage while you peaked over the cup to him.
“Nothing...” he took a deep breath “well, I don’t want to rush anything, obviously, I know we just got married...but,”
“But?” You scooted forward after setting your cup down, slightly concerned at his pauses.
“I was thinking...we should have kids...”
“W-What?” Stumbling over your words, you shook your head.
Minho widened his eyes, noticing how you reacted. He held his hand up, his head shook side to side before he abruptly looked away from you, still he could feel your eyes burning into the side of his head,
“I didn’t mean to startle you, it’s just...I’d love a family, especially with you.”
The room went silent once again, but it was different. The silence was uncomfortable, the rain sounded angry, as if it’d smash through the window at any moment, the radio seemed crackly and something you’d hear in a horror movie. It was no longer a cosy winter night, the blanket felt to heavy and the pillows almost felt like they were made of quicksand. Thousands of thoughts buzzed around your head, you couldn’t notice any of them but you could do nothing but focus on every single one of them at once. Your jaw slacked and tightened over and over, the right words escaping your brain as you tried to find anything to form a sentence. Minho turned his attention back to you, the colour washing out of your face.
His hand ran up and down your shin, but he stayed silent, until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your chest felt constricted and water began to form in your eyes, blurring your vision. Before you knew it, your feet had moved by themselves and dragged your body from the couch, towards the kitchen. Your head rested in you hands as you leaned against the kitchen counter, tears slowly rolled down on paled skin, colour eventually began to flow back to your face as you cried. After a moment, a hand rubbed up and down your back, a light kiss being placed on the side of your head.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you in anywa-”.
You quickly turned and grabbed hold of him, pushing yourself into his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around your smaller body. Catching your breath, you pulled away and looked up towards him, his thumbs rubbed away your drying tears.
“You didn’t upset me...I upset myself...” you sighed, kicking at the floor as you looked down at you feet,
“I just... I don’t think I’ll be a good mother...”
Minho smiled toward you, shaking his head,
“No one thinks they’ll be a good mother, it’s not something you are, it’s something you learn, Y/N.”
You frowned, looking into his eyes before he chuckled,
“What I’m saying is, well, parenting is hard, it’s not something you’re born knowing. Being a parent is like small stepping stones, it’s like learning to walk...the longer you do it, the better you get. Being a parent is difficult for anyone, even if they have a million children, but for a first time parent it can be scary, but we’re in this together, we always will be...”
Minho lifted your chin with his finger as you looked away from him, pulling your sight back to his,
“We can do this when you’re ready, even if you don’t want it to happen, I’ll support you. We’re together now, and being a parent is something we can learn to do together if it comes to it, and we will keep learning and try to be the best parents ever. But, I know for a fact, even if you don’t believe it, you’ll be one of the greatest mothers.”
Before you could speak, he leaned down slowly, his lips hovering just over yours before he kissed you. The kiss wasn’t too hard, but it wasn’t too light, he moved slowly and lovingly, and it made the silence once again become calm, relaxing, and somewhat beautiful.
Minho / Fluff / 19+41
Words count: 699
For anon, I hope you like it cutie!
- M.
Those girls wanted to die. If you hadn't slapped them yet, it was because your best friend was keeping you in every way possible.
"I go a moment in the bathroom," you advertise with a whisper into Yeri's ear, she nodded smiling and you walked away from the table under the gaze of those girls. You ignored the feeling of annoyance, looking straight ahead of you while keeping the balance despite the various drinks you had drunk during the evening.
It was at that moment that you noticed a boy sitting at the counter, surrounded by some friends, who followed your every movement. Your looks crossed for a second and you felt a strange electric pang in your stomach spreading throughout your body. Shaking your head you'd chase that feeling and you reached your goal trying to keep the calm needed to not cause any problems with that group of girls.
After refreshing your face and leaving the bathroom, you headed to your table just to notice that the boy was still staring at you. He was beautiful, inexplicably beautiful. His dark skin, his large eyes and with a gentle appearance, his well-built body despite being covered by clothes. He was undeniably beautiful, but you didn't like being looked in that way.
Your feet turned instinctively towards his direction and ignoring the screams of your friends you approached him, silencing his friends who watched you curious.
"Staring isn't a good thing, you know?"
His fleshy lips stretched into a little smile and he raised his glass towards you, slightly bowing it together with his own head: "I beg your pardon, but it's not my fault. It's practically impossible to take my eyes off of you. "
His compliment caught you unprepared and your cheeks began to blush quickly, your mouth went dry and your usual "swag" was hiding under the embarrassment.
"Whatever," you murmured, turning around on the heels and reaching your table accompanied by giggles and whistles from his friends.
"You could ask him what his name was!"
"It's Choi Minho, we went high school together," Seulgi confided and you nodded, pretending disinterest.
The truth was that his gaze continued to pierce your cape and you felt it slipped on your body, but not with ravenous ideas. He was looking at you like you really were beautiful.
After about ten minutes the chair in front of you moved, distracting you from your chatter and he sat down with nonchalance and handed you a glass full of water. You buckled your eyebrows confused and he smiled at you, tapping his forefinger on the crystal.
"You drank too much, water will not hurt you."
"Are you my father, by any chance?"
The girls around you had silenced and you two were clearly playing the game of the "who surrenders first", a game that you certainly didn't want to lose. With ease you passed a hand through your hair, turning your head and starting to ignore Minho's presence.
Who smiled, remaining nailed to his chair. He watched you, listened to your laughter, intoxicated of your intelligence. Although alcohol didn't seem to affect you, he remained at the table waiting for the time to bring you back home or even just walk along. He didn't care, he was desperately looking for a way to find out at least your name.
"Minho, go away." You ordered hiding a smile and his face brightened in hearing your voice uttering his name, and you secretly appreciated that spectacle. It seemed so simple and sweet, the boy in front of you, that you felt almost guilty of ignoring him.
"I'd like to kiss you but I'm afraid of your slap."
Chuckling you covered your mouth with your hand shaking your head slowly, "You don't even know me, Minho."
"It doesn't matter, as soon as I saw you I realized that I would do anything to talk to you." He said with ease, indeed caressing every word with sincerity.
You got up, took your purse and walked away from the chair without stopping to look at him, "What are you waiting for? You can always walk me home instead of a kiss. That maybe comes later, never say ever. "
SHINee MTL to date a short girl (opinion and astrology)
Quick note before I type out the list. Astrology wouldn’t determine if they would date a girl with a certain physical trait (in this case being short), astrology determines personality traits (ex. really negative, closed off emotionally)
Overall SHINee wouldn’t really make a big deal out of height, but still..
Most
Jonghyun
Onew
Minho
Taemin
Key
Least
Explanations:
Jonghyun might be likely to date a shorter girl since he himself is on the shorter side (but he’s average height though), so he might prefer a cute little height gap.
Onew I can see dating a short girl possibly because he’d find it really cute to have a shorter girlfriend he can be really sweet to. But then again I don’t really think he’d be against dating a taller girl either.
Minho I can see dating a short girl for reasons similar to Onew, but he’d joke around about your height a little more. Once again, I don’t think he would mind dating a taller girl either.
Taemin and Key I feel genuinely wouldn’t care at all how tall you were, but they wouldn’t mind dating a shorter girl at all.
Hey I love your imagines! Could you make one minhoxreader where they really like each other and they flirt each other? And then at the bonfire Minho gets drunk and tells her how he feels?
This is a bit similar to other Minho imagines I’ve written, but since I already have one for him in my writing list I could put them together in one. Thanks!
