I walked up to Lee Know's house and knocked on the door. My palms were sweating, and I couldn't stop myself from biting my nails nervously as I waited on the porch. When Lee Know had suggested this idea yesterday, I'd thought he was joking. Like always, though, he'd convinced me to go along with it. So here I was, at his doorstep with a CVS bag of condoms in hand, about to learn how to have sex.
I was already 22 and still a virgin. I felt so far behind my peers and had been complaining to Lee Know about exactly that at the bar.
"I could just show you," he'd slurred, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"Oh sure," I'd rolled my eyes.
"I'm serious!" Lee Know reaffirmed. As if to prove it, he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I blushed a bright red. "Come over tomorrow at 7."
I faintly heard footsteps approaching the door and took a step back. Lee Know swung it open and looked surprised to see me.
"Han?" he furrowed his brows. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh... ummm..." I stuttered. It was obvious that he didn't remember our plan.
"Is that for me?" he pointed at the CVS bag.
My eyes grew wide, and I rushed to hold it behind my back. "No!"
"What is it?" Lee Know asked, noticing my suspicious behavior. He stepped forward, and we wrestled over the bag for a moment before he ultimately won and looked inside.
"Condoms?" he questioned.
I snatched it back with tears of embarrassment stinging my eyes.
"Oh! Right!" he snapped his fingers together as he recalled our conversation.
"I should go," I began and tried to turn, but Lee Know grabbed my elbow to hold me back.
"I thought you wanted to learn," he remarked.
I took a deep breath and stared shyly at the ground. "I do, but we don't have to. You didn't even remember..."
"Come on in," Lee Know stepped aside, and I looked up, meeting his eyes to make sure he really meant it. Once I was sure, I walked in.
I'd been to Lee Know's house many times. He had retro 70s decor that didn't fit his vibe at all. He also had three cats, two of whom were cuddling on the couch while the third sprinted into the room, ready to defend his owner from any strangers.
"Hi Soonie," I bent down and held my hand out. The cat recognized me immediately and purred against my hand before running back to where he had come from.
Lee Know watched in amusement. "Soonie is usually too shy to let people pet him."
I smiled. To me, it was the highest of compliments for a timid pet to feel comfortable around me.
"This way," Lee Know urged and we headed down the hallway to his room. With every step, it was becoming more and more real what we were about to do.
Lee Know walked into his room and moved a few things off the bed. I remained in the doorway, frozen in fear.
"Han?" Lee Know turned around when he realized I wasn't beside him.
"I—umm— this was a mistake." The bag rustled in my hand from how much I was shaking.
"Han, come here," Lee Know patted the empty spot on his bed beside him. I'd sat on his bed hundreds of times. I'd even slept in it when I wasn't able to drive home. But walking towards it now felt scary. I opted for his gaming chair instead, proud that I'd even made it into the room.
"Han, do you really want to learn?" Lee Know questioned. "You look terrified."
I was terrified. What if I did it wrong? What if Lee Know thought it was weird afterward, and we couldn't be friends anymore? Not to mention, I'd always had a teensy crush on him that I'd been able to keep at bay...what if that got out of hand, and I ruined things?
"I want to learn," I assured him. "I just...will it hurt?"
Lee Know pulled on the arms of the chair and rolled me closer to the bed. He put his hands on my thighs and leaned forward.
"I'll make sure it doesn't," he promised. "I'll make sure it feels so good."
"Why?" I found myself wondering. Why would he do this for me?
He leaned back and shrugged, "Why not?"
"Won't it be weird? We've been friends for so long and..."
"Han I've seen you naked a thousand times," Lee Know rolled his eyes. To him, this obviously meant nothing.
"This is a lot more intimate than peeing beside me at a urinal," I pointed out.
"You're not wrong," he cocked his head to the side. "How about this...if either of us feels weird, we tell the other and stop it right away. No questions asked. No hurt feelings. Just game over. Okay?"
I nodded, and he leaned forward again.
"Are you a top or a bottom?" He was so close and his eyes squinted excitedly at me.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"Why don't we start with a kiss and we'll find out along the way," he whispered, his words hitting my lips. My heart pounded in my chest, and I already felt dizzy.
"You have kissed someone right?"
"Yes," I smacked him. He'd seen it.
"Who?" he laughed. "Are you talking about Kathy?"
"...Yes," I admitted awkwardly.
Lee Know sighed disapprovingly. "Your high school beard isn't what I'm talking about, Han. Have you been really kissed since coming out? By a guy?"
I fixated on Lee Know's hands on my knees. "No," I muttered embarrassingly.
He sucked in a breath in surprise but moved his hands off my legs. I looked up, feeling rejected, but he then noticed he had a hand out for me. I took it, and he pulled me from the chair to stand in front of him. His legs were spread on either side of my waist, and I fit so well between them. With how much taller he was, we were exactly at eye-level like this.
"Close your eyes," Lee Know instructed me.
"How am I going to learn if I can't see?"
"Han, just close your eyes," he said more sternly with a serious look on his face.
I did as he said, not wanting to piss him off when he was doing me a favor. His thighs scooted closer to me from where he sat on the bed until our hips were almost touching. He picked up one of my hands from where it hung by my side and put it around his neck. I moved my other hand there instinctively.
"See, you don't need to watch to learn," he praised me. I could hear the smile on his lips and it made my ears burn red.
Lee Know placed his hands on my jaw, and his thumbs stroked across my cheeks. The feeling sent tickles down my spine, and I shivered.
"So pretty," he whispered.
My eyes fluttered open at the words. "Lee Know, don't say things you don't mean. Don't confuse me," I pleaded. It was going to be hard enough to kiss and fuck him, but hearing him speak so sweetly would be too much.
"How do you know I don't mean it?"
"Because we're friends and..."
"I can't find my friends pretty?" he argued.
"You can but..."
"Then close your eyes and shut up, Han."
I had a habit of talking back to my friends but something in the tone of his voice made me want to listen.
I focused on the delicate way his hands cupped my face, and one of his thumbs grazed my bottom lip making my heart skip a beat.
"So pretty," he muttered again. I didn't interrupt him this time, but hearing him say those words had my stomach doing flips.
Lee Know leaned closer so that his lips just barely touched mine. I puckered to accept his and his bottom lip melted between mine.
It was just a few seconds that we stayed that way. When he pulled back, my eyes opened to meet his and everything felt different. I hated myself for it, but I wanted more. He was still holding my face, and I was still clasped around his neck. Time felt like it was standing still.
I blinked and tried to undo what had just happened. I knew already that if we did anything more I wouldn't be able to control my feelings. I went to take a step back, but his hands abandoned my cheeks to pull me back by my waist.
"Where do you think you're going?" he teased.
"I-I don't think I can do this," I confessed.
"Han," Lee Know groaned.
It was just my name but the way he said it tugged at me as though I were a puppet. I went limp in front of him, completely at his will. He replaced my hands on his shoulders and kneaded his fist against my sides. I closed my eyes and rolled my neck from how good it felt to be touched by him.
"What are you so scared of?" he sultrily whispered.
"I..." I began but was cut off by Lee Know's tender lips against my own. I melted into him immediately.
His hands wrapped from my sides to my back and he forced me close to him with one hard pull. I yelped in surprise, and he moaned in response, which I hadn't been expecting.
I pulled away, and he leaned forward with his eyes closed and cheeks flushed, silently begging me to continue kissing him. He looked as needy as I felt.
His eyes slowly opened, and he looked almost drunk on me. His hands fisted the fabric of my shirt on my back until there was a sliver of exposed skin on my waist. He placed his hand over it and dropped his forehead to mine. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, I did my best not to pass out from how feral he looked.
"Lee Know..." I began but he placed a finger over my lips.
"Shhh," he hushed me and pulled my waist in even closer. I was right against him now. Neither of us was fully hard or soft, but knowing I could tell the difference because of how close I was, was enough to have me incapable of thinking about anything else. "Roll your head back like you did earlier," he instructed me, his voice breathy.
I removed my forehead from his and listened. I felt Lee Know's lips against the skin on my neck, and I moaned when I felt him pull a bit of skin between his teeth to nibble. My hands gripped onto the back of his neck tightly, and I gasped when I felt his tongue lick from the base of my neck to my ear.
"Are you going to be a good boy," he rasped sending a shiver down my spine.
My vision went blurry when he spoke those words. All of the blood from my brain and body abandoned station to flood into my dick.
"Y-yes," I stuttered. I'd never felt like this in my life. My body and mind wanted to relinquish all control to him.
"Hmm," Lee Know cocked an eyebrow in amusement and placed another hand on my cheek. This time his thumb found my lips right away to part them. "Open," he directed, so I did.
He put his thumb into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around it and sucked. Lee Know sighed prettily, and my eyes snapped to his excitedly since I knew he'd made that noise because of me.
"You are a good listener," he praised.
His thumb was still between my lips, and my heart raced at the compliment.
"Do you know why you're feeling so strange, baby?" Lee Know asked softly as he removed his finger from my mouth to tap my head. "Know why it's empty up here right now?"
I shook my head. I had no idea but I loved it. I loved not having to think or worry about anything.
"You're in subspace. I can tell because your eyes are so glazed over like you're waiting for me to tell you what to do or to take control."
I blinked at him in surprise. He'd just described exactly how I was feeling. I didn't know whether to be shy about that or not.
His hand stroked down my side and settled on the exposed bit of my waist again.
"Do you like that feeling, Han? Do you like abandoning your mind?"
I nodded. Lee Know's other hand stroked up and down my back making me shudder against him.
He smiled at my reaction. "I don't think I'm going to be very good at teaching you how to have sex, because I'm not a sub."
My heart sank and I hung my head in disappointment. "Oh."
Lee Know's hand left my back to raise my chin so that I'd look at him again. "I said I wouldn't be a good teacher, baby. Not that I didn't want to fuck you."
My eyes went wide at his bluntness.
"Would you like that, pretty boy? Do you want me to fuck you?"
My heart fluttered, and I choked out a quick, "Yes."
Lee Know placed his lips against mine for a brief moment, and I whined in complaint when he ended it so soon.
"I'm going to take your shirt off," he told me.
He fingered the hem of my shirt, preparing to take it off, and I raised my arms to make it easier for him. He pulled the fabric over my head and dropped it to the ground.
"You did such a good job helping me," he commended me.
I grinned proudly at him, and he gave me another kiss.
"I also think you have a praise kink, Han," Lee Know diagnosed me. "Do you know what that is?"
"No," I told him. I could assume though...
"It's the feeling you're getting whenever I tell you how good you are or compliment you. It's turning you on more, isn't it?"
"Yes," I admitted.
Lee Know tore off his shirt, and my eyes found themselves staring at his abs. He tossed his shirt aside. "Then this is going to be fun," he laughed.
He pulled me in and attacked my lips with his. I moaned and intertwined my fingers in his hair. Lee Know's hands stroked down my back gently which had me arching into him, and once my bare chest was flat against his, he squeezed my ass. I gasped in surprise, and he locked his wild, eager eyes with mine.
"I love that sound, Han," he admitted before slapping my bum to have me make it for him again. My cheeks burned. Lee Know hopped off the bed and kissed my cheek.
"Get naked and get on the bed. I'll be right back."
My heart fluttered, and I felt so eager to please him that my pants were off before he'd even left the room. I stripped out of my boxers and got into the bed, but he hadn't told me where he wanted me or if I should be lying a certain way. I settled on kneeling and waiting for him.
The door creaked open again and he paused to look at me. "Shit," he hissed and bit his lip. "You really are a sub, aren't you, pretty boy?"
He walked forward and each step closer made my heart beat faster. He placed his hands on my thighs and kissed my neck. "You look so pretty, Han, sitting on your knees like that."
His hands moved further up my thighs until they were on either side of my dick. He looked down. "Has anyone ever sucked your dick, Han?"
"Y-yes," I told him, stammering from how dizzy his touch was making me.
"Anyone besides Kathy?" he rolled his eyes.
"N-no."
"Hmm." Lee Know pressed his lips against my neck, and I rolled it back again to give him more access.
"See you're a fast learner," he praised. He kissed down to my collarbone before gently pushing me to lie down.
"Sometimes in subspace, people find themselves unable to speak," he explained as he kneaded my thighs. "I'll stop if you say stop, but if you can't just clap, okay?"
"Okay," I agreed breathlessly. Lee Know kissed my torso and down my abs until his lips were right at the base of my cock. "Please," I begged.
"Good job using your manners, baby," he remarked before taking the tip of my dick between his lips. He circled my head with his tongue and sucked down onto it.
"So-so good," I whined at the feeling and fisted my hands in his sheets as my eyes pinched shut.
Lee Know popped off before moving down on my shaft even deeper. His mouth was so wet and warm, and it was euphoric to have it around my cock.
I looked down and found him gazing up at me eagerly. I put my hand in his hair and encouraged him to push down until he'd taken all of me.
"Fuck," I groaned.
Lee Know hummed in agreement and the vibrations around my dick caught me off guard. I writhed in pleasure, and my hips rolled into his mouth.
His hands gripped my waist to hold me still and he bobbed up and down quickly. I could do nothing but pant as I tried to hold my orgasm off as long as possible, but he felt so good. His hands cupped my balls and squeezed them gently, and I lost all control and released my climax down his throat.
My hips convulsed with every spurt, and Lee Know held me as still as he could with gentle hands at my waist. I sighed once I was done, and he sucked as he pulled off of me, milking every last drop of cum. I heard him swallow and whimpered at the sound of it.
"You tasted so good for me baby," Lee Know muttered as he came to lie between my spread legs.
I was still feeling high, and I clasped my hands around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. He obliged, and I hummed as his tongue dipped into my mouth.
He pulled away, and I dropped my head back onto a pillow.
He began kissing my neck again, and I let my hands explore his chest and shoulders. He was so muscular. I'd had no idea because I had done my best not to stare so he wouldn't know about my crush.
"Next," he began. "I'm going to place you over my legs and stretch your little hole."
I'd nearly forgotten there was more to be explored, and my eyes opened eagerly.
"Would you like that, Han? Do you want me to open you up?"
I nodded and sat up. Lee Know moved to the edge of the bed where he'd been earlier and swung his legs over the side.
"Come here," he patted his lap and pulled something out of his pockets. I leaned over him the way he'd told me that he wanted me to, and he spanked my behind. "You're such a good listener, Han. I may have to keep you for myself."
My stomach did a flip. More days like this with Lee Know sounded perfect. His fingers grazed up and down my back making me shiver.
"I'm going to start with a very small side of the toy and work up from there, okay?"
I nodded and Lee Know spanked me again, more harshly this time. "I need you verbal if possible, Han. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I responded. I could feel my dick growing hard again already.
"Good boy," he said as he soothed the raised skin he'd just hit.
I heard the sound of something open and then felt his finger at my hole rubbing a gel on it.
"Trying to make this as easy as possible for you, Han" he explained. Even just his finger at my hole had me moaning. Nothing had even gone in yet, and I was already a squirming and desperate mess.
I felt the skinny end of the toy he'd brought at my entrance, and Lee Know rubbed circles on my back. "Now, when I push in, you're going to want to push it out. Try to be a good boy and don't do that, okay?"
"Okay," I agreed, my heart racing in my desire to please him.
Lee Know counted down, so I wouldn't be surprised and pushed the toy in me. He was right. My body did want to push it out, but even more than that, my body wanted to obey him. I took deep breaths and relaxed so he could keep it going.
Unfortunately, the toy began feeling too big and I whimpered in pain. I hadn't indicated for him to stop though so he kept going until I cried out "Ow, ow."
Lee Know pulled the toy out and gripped my cheeks to face him.
"Han," he said disapprovingly.
My eyes went wide at the tone. Had I done something wrong? I'd just wanted to be good for him. I shouldn't have complained. I should've just taken it.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, my lip quivering. "I didn't mean to make you stop. It just hurt and..."
"Han, hey," Lee Know's voice soothed, "If it hurts I want you to tell me."
"But...I didn't want to disappoint you. I wanted to be good."
"Shit," Lee Know hissed again. I could feel his dick grow beneath my abdomen. "Han," he sighed, "If it hurts I need you to tell me, okay? I won't be mad. I want to make you feel good. You want to help me do that, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Then don't be afraid to tell me to stop, okay? It doesn't mean we won't still keep going. We'll figure out how to adjust together to make you feel good."
"Okay," I agreed.
With that, Lee Know reinserted the toy, moving more carefully this time. He'd push and pull it out constantly allowing me to get used to each width. It got deeper the further he inserted it and I started moaning and enjoying the feeling.
Lee Know pressed down on my back, and I arched my butt into the air for him.
"Good boy, Han. You can do it baby, just a little more."
I whimpered in pleasure this time as he filled me with the toy. I felt his hand and knew this must be the end of it. I groaned and dropped my head forward. He pushed and pulled it out of me as I whined.
"You're so good at taking the toy, pretty boy."
"Lee Know," I cried out. The toy stilled inside me and I worried I'd crossed a line by saying his name like that. We were friends after all...
Neither of us moved or spoke for a few seconds until he uttered, "Say my name again."
The mood had shifted. It suddenly felt so serious.
"Lee Kn...oh!" I began, and he pushed the toy into me as I spoke.
He'd liked it.
"Again," he demanded.
"Lee Know," I whined out as he pushed it in even deeper.
"Again."
This time he used his other hand to fist my hair, and his name came out like a stuttered cry.
He lifted me from his lap and pulled me to straddle him instead. His lips attacked mine needily. "You sound...so...fucking good...for me baby," he told me between kisses.
My dick was completely hard again, as was Lee Know's.
He placed me on the bed beneath him and leaned away to strip out of his clothes.
I'd seen Lee Know's dick before but never hard. I eyed his impressive length hungrily, and he tapped my chin to urge me to look up at his face instead of his cock.
"Han, before I do this..." he started. "I don't know if we can be friends after. Actually, I know we can't."
My chest tightened as my fears were confirmed.
"Baby, you're being so good for me that I'm going to want to fuck you all the time. If you don't want that..."
My eyes twinkled excitedly. "I want it. I've wanted it for years actually," I confessed. Apparently, my fucked out brain had no filter.
He gave me a longing and sweet kiss. "Good. Because even after that first kiss the thought of training you for someone else made me sick."
"I'm yours," I muttered.
"You're mine," he groaned. He placed a pillow under my hips and grabbed the bag I'd brought with me to put a condom on.
"Can you.." I began but felt shy asking for what I wanted.
"Can I what?" he looked up.
My cheeks burned, "Can you...umm..."
"Han baby. I want to make you feel good. What do you want. Use your words."
I wanted to please him. I wanted to listen, so I asked, "Can you not wear one. I want to feel you finish."
He sucked in a breath. "You want to be filled by me?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"Okay, pretty boy. I can do that." He aligned his cock with my hole but didn't push in as he studied my expression.
"Use me," I begged. "Please." His tip teased me, and my hole puckered for him, desperate to have him inside.
"Look at you so needy for me. I love it," he confessed before pushing in.
He'd only inserted his tip but my eyes squeezed shut, and I panted in desperation. His lips found mine, and I accepted them but struggled to kiss him back from how overwhelmingly euphoric he felt. He pushed in deeper, and I gasped. Lee Know was wider than the toy and so much longer.
Before he'd bottomed out, he pulled back and moved in slowly again.
"You feel amazing, Han," he moaned.
I gripped his shoulders, and he pushed as far in as he could go until I was completely full of him. I writhed and whined at the feeling.
"You're so good at taking my cock, pretty boy," he praised and pulled out before snapping his hips forward.
"Oh fuck," I cried out.
He did it again just as harshly and I squealed in pleasure. He fit me just right. My ass was begging to be abused by him.
"Harder," I pleaded.
Lee Know looked surprised but listened. He pushed so roughly that I wondered if I'd be bruised...I kind of wanted to be.
He did it again and established a slow and aggressive rhythm. The knot was coming undone in my stomach, and I gripped his shoulders to ground myself, to hold off my approaching climax. It worked until his hand wound around my dick and began tugging on it.
"Lee Know!" I gasped and snapped my eyes to his.
"Mm, you like that?" he hummed.
"Lee Know," I cried out. "So close." We'd only just begun but he'd undone me so quickly.
"It's okay, baby," he cooed.
He pounded away at my ass but his hips began stuttering, and his dick twitched inside me. I was moments away from feeling him cum...from seeing his beautiful face when he finished.
His thumb circled my tip which made me squirm. My hips rocked into his hand synchronistically to his dick in my ass.
"I'm going to cum," I told him and my eyes punched shut.
"Make a mess for me, pretty boy," he groaned and pulled my dick even faster.
"Lee Know, ah!" I hissed as I saw the stars.
My dick spurt my release all across our chests, and Lee Know leaned forward whispering, "That's my Han," which had my head spinning. He kissed me while my cock continued to leak across my belly, and my mind went completely blank of anything but him.
His hand soon abandoned my cock to grip my waist so he could move into me more forcefully. In only a few more thrusts, his hips stuttered inside me and his jaw went slack in pleasure. He whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut and looked so beautiful that I whined. The feeling of him filling me was a high I'd chase again and again. It was warm and vibrated my insides. He rocked his hips lazily into me as he emptied himself.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him closer. Lee Know's lips moved slowly on mine as we rode out our highs for as long as we could. We each hummed in content.
Eventually, though, he pulled away and looked down at me shaking his head with a smile.
"You're never fucking anyone else," he claimed. "You're mine."
Hai hai love here is your request. You can chose whichever members you want to.
One character is quietly bad at remembering meals when busy or stressed. The other notices and starts gently checking in—texts, snacks, saving food, inviting them to eat together. It becomes a daily habit and a quiet form of care.
Thanks for the request silver dear <3 This is my first minsung!! I ended up swerving away from the original req a little bit, i hope you'll still like it! Enjoy~~
[G] Cheesecake
Rating: General
Ship: Minsung
Tags: Fluff, Jisung has ADHD, Tsundere Minho (kind of ?), love languages
Word Count: 1k
Minho would consider himself a pretty observant person. It comes with the territory of being quiet. Not because he was shy but because he would speak when he'd have something to say. So while others would talk, he'd watch. And as the years flew by, there's one person he watched maybe a bit more than the rest.
So he noticed.
The times where he would get so absorbed into what he did that he would forget to eat or drink or even go to the bathroom until the very last moment.
The times where Minho would leave the house and come back to find him in exactly the same position he was in, a few hours ago, scrolling on his phone.
The times where he'd leave his stuff in places that never make sense. Likes his wallet next to the stove when his keys are on a hook in the bathroom.
And he's been like this ever since they met. Excitable, precious Jisung, whose brain runs too fast for him sometimes. Minho was a pretty observant person. So he developed an acute tuning to Jisung's... brain. He knew when it was full of TV static or when it was running a mile an hour. Minho could always tell when a new interest was coming up, because his eyes as he was talking about it were sparkling. A new idea, a food he just had for the first time, a game he just downloaded. Over at the dinner table, he would just talk, on and on.
And he listened.
Minho was not big on loving openly. Outwardly. So over the years, he had started doing little things.
Like putting back Jisung's misplaced items he found, more easily in view so he wouldn't have to search for them in a panic when the time comes. Minho wouldn't bring them back to him directly, he's just wait until Jisung asked and the he'd say he forgot them on the counter.
Like texting him something irrelevant so that he'd look up from his laptop and realize how hungry or thirsty he actually was, making him at best get up to get a snack or at worst get a sip of water.
Like hovering nearby when Jisung started on chores he had procrastinated on. Just to be here, exist in the same space. As a silent support.
Nothing too noticeable. Nothing that would hint at him keeping track of what Jisung's favorite game right now was about, or the name of that band he had been putting on loop for a week. He had tried different approach to all of this and kept the ones that seemed to work best.
But eventually, the texts to make him get up and get a snack, were starting to lose their power. He would just look at the screen and smile, sometimes even just ignoring the notification. That wouldn't do. He had to change plans. Minho was more of a cooker than a baker. That was Felix's job. Yet the only idea he had to get Jisung out of his brain —to finally feed himself— was cheesecake. He could never resist cheesecake. So he got to work. It wasn't too hard. Could he have done better? Probably. Could he have gone outside to buy some ? Yes, but it was not the same.
So he hoped that the simple 'Cheesecake?' message to Jisung, would be enough. And suddenly he heard the other barreling out of his room, through the corridor and into the kitchen.
"I heard cheesecake!" Jisung chanted, a huge smile on his face.
Minho gestured to the kitchen counter, to a simple cheesecake whose crust was a little… crooked. But if a comment were to be made on that, Minho would promptly ignore it.
Han hummed contentedly and got closer, examining the cake. The crust was too thick to be from that shop next to the company. Maybe somewhere else then? He looked around and couldn't see the box it must have came in.
"Where did you buy it?"
"… I made it."
The world stopped. Just for the second and half it took Jisung's neurons to make the connection. Minho baked a cheesecake. But he doesn't even like cheesecakes that much. So it was… just for Jisung, then? Oh.
"You baked a cheesecake?" Jisung asked. He wanted to be sure he heard that right.
"Yes, that's what I said."
"For me?"
Minho crossed his arms. Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Yes. For Jisung. But like hell he was going to admit it like that.
"You haven't eaten anything since this morning." He goes for another approach.
"How do you know?"
Damn it. The situation was slipping in a direction he had not anticipated. He decided not to answer.
"So you noticed I didn't eat and you made me a cheesecake?"
No comment.
"Wait… Did you also put my headphones back on my desk a few times? I thought I was going insane."
"Shut up and eat." Minho defended and began walking out of the kitchen to try and escape the situation.
"He loves me." Han dramatically said, teasingly.
Minho left and down the hallway to his room, he noticed Jisung's abandoned water bottle on a shelf. Empty. Automatically, he went to fill it back up at the bathroom sink and put it back exactly where it was. He didn't even really think about it.
Not until Jisung came back from the kitchen, all smiles. He thanked Minho for the treat, all cutely before turning back to go to his room. He then noticed his water bottle on the shelf.
"Oh right ! I needed to re-" He took the full water bottle. A pause. "-fill. Did you refill my water bottle?" Jisung asked now with more genuine surprise.
"No..?" Minho tried. He wasn't even convincing himself with that one.
"Oh he love loves me!" Han cheered.
He abandoned the bottle again and went back to stand at the threshold to Minho's room. Like an ominous presence. Minho ignored him, sitting on his bed, phone in hand. Jisung stepped inside, and stood right next to him. Minho looked up from his phone and was greeted with a huge smile. And those sparkling eyes he loved so much.
"I love you too~" Jisung cooed.
He leaned down to plant a loud kiss on Minho's hair, before skipping out of the bedroom.
Summary: Han is sick and Minho is having none of that.
Genre: fluff
Content warnings: none
Word Count: 1,259
A/N: This is a very special fic as it is my first ever non-reader fic and on top of that it's my first ever collab with @intrikatie
“Under no circumstances are you allowed to enter Jisung's room. Understand?” The manager’s voice was sharp enough to slice paper. His clipboard clutched like a weapon of righteous authority. Minho stood there, hands tucked in his hoodie pocket, nodding slowly. Very obedient. Very respectful. Very obviously not listening at all.
“We can’t afford anyone else catching this bug before next week’s schedule,” the manager went on, stabbing the air with his pen. “Especially you, Lee Know. You always catch things too easily—remember last winter?”
Minho nodded again. Blinked once. Thought about what Jisung might need: Honey. Lemon. Lots of sweet things. Chicken noodle soup. Out of the corner of his eye, Bang Chan and Changbin exchanged a look. That look. The silent, tired, “He’s totally going to ignore this” look. Chan even sighed quietly, muttering, “Dead man walking,” under his breath. “Did you hear me, Lee Know?” the manager snapped. Minho smiled. Innocent. Pure. The world’s most unconvincing angel. “Loud and clear."
Minho turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway. The manager turned to Chris with an exasperated sigh. "He's going to ignore me isn't he?" Chan grinned. "He already did."
He waited until it was sufficiently late for at least most of the staff to be asleep, before he made his way over to Jisung's room. He’d done a little shopping earlier, and was now fully geared up to nurse Jisung back to health. Carefully, he snuck down the hallway, making his way to Jisung's room.
There was a soft knock at Jisung's hotel room door. Three taps. Pause. Two more. Not Skijigi... one of the kids.
Jisung shuffled to the door, dragging his duvet with him like some grumpy, feverish snail. His hair stuck up in every direction. His eyes were puffy and half-lidded. Nose red. Face pale.
In short: he looked like absolute shit. and felt worse.
He squinted at the peephole.
Minho. Hoodie up. A stupid grin on his face.
With a sigh that turned into a pathetic cough halfway through, Jisung cracked the door open.
“You can’t be here, hyung,” he rasped, voice rough and miserable. He sniffled. Pouted. Coughed again. “You’ll get sick too.”
“Want me to leave, then?” Minho said lightly, already half-turning, as if to go.
Jisung's pout deepened. His fingers curled tighter into the edge of his duvet.
“No…” he muttered, dragging the door wider. His lower lip wobbled, sullen and miserable. “You’re here now. Might as well... stay.”
Minho grinned. Victorious. He stepped inside without waiting for an actual invitation.
While Jisung climbed back into the bed, Minho put down the supplies he brought - cups of instant noodles, tea, chocolate. On the TV screen, Howl’s Moving Castle flickered softly. The part where Howl fussed about his hair. Jisung chuckled. Coughed. Peeking at Minho from his mountain of blankets as Minho turned on the kettle. Tired, bleary eyes following his every move. When everything was set, Minho proceeded to join the sick boy, he crouched beside the bed, pressing the back of his hand to Jisung’s forehead. Too warm.
Jisung sighed at the touch. Usually he’d complain about Minho’s cold hands. But tonight, they were welcome respite.
“Feels nice,” Jisung murmured, making Minho chuckle at him, “No flirting with the nurse.”
Jisung pouted.
The kettle clicked softly to signal it was ready. Minho stood, brushing Jisung’s hair gently off his forehead to make him some tea. “I’ve got chicken noodle soup too,” Minho said, as he pulled a plastic container and carefully peeled it open. The smell of broth and herbs filled the room, rich and soothing.”I bet you haven’t eaten anything proper today.”
Jisung grumbled something non committal into his duvet.
“Thought so,” Minho nodded, as he fetched a little spoon from the bag and stirred the soup. “Come on,” he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sit up a bit, yeah? You need actual real food.”
Jisung sighed like it was the greatest burden in the universe, but shuffled upright with Minho’s help, wrapped tight in his duvet cocoon.
Minho scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it out.
Jisung gave him a look. A pitiful, betrayed look.“Really? You’re gonna feed me?” he croaked.
Minho smirked. “Unless you want to spill this all down your front and cry about it later? Yes. Open up. Here comes the airplane!”
With a sniff and a grumble, Jisung opened his mouth and let Minho feed him the warm broth. He sighed as it went down, eyes closing in relief.
“See? Not so bad,” Minho murmured, offering another spoonful.
“Could get used to this,” Jisung mumbled.
Another spoonful. And another. Slow and careful. The quiet of the room filled only with the sound of Howl’s Moving Castle murmuring in the background and the soft scrape of the spoon against the container.
Minho set the empty soup container aside and brushed the back of his knuckles over Han’s cheek. Still too warm, but not as flushed as before. Progress.
“All done,” Minho murmured. “What else do you need, hmm?”
Jisung didn’t answer right away. He blinked slowly, eyes heavy-lidded, then raised both arms weakly in the air. A silent little gesture. Wordless. But clear.
Minho’s heart tugged sharp and fond.
“Needy baby,” he teased softly, but his voice was warm. Already moving to kick off his shoes.
Carefully climbing into bed next to Jisung. The younger boy immediately curled into the offered embrace, letting Minho wrap himself around him.
“Better?” Minho asked quietly.
A small nod against his shoulder. A quiet hum.
They woke up hours later with the faintest bit of light filtering through the edges of the curtain. Jisung turned around, not leaving Minho’s arms, and nuzzled his head into the older boy’s shoulder. For a while, they laid like that, wrapped up in each other, close, safe. Until the coughing started. Jisung curled in on himself, covering his mouth with his arm.
“Do you want more soup? Or tea? Chocolate? I got everything right here.” Minho asked, soft, careful, caring. But Jisung just shook his head, pulling his hyung closer. “I just need you.”
Minho snatched Jisung’s second room key the next morning and came back the next evening. And the one after. Jisung did not fight him on it, did not argue, just accepted the care that was provided. He ignored the nagging voice in his head that told him not to be so close to Minho, not to snuggle up like that, for fear of infecting him. But being held by Minho was enough to turn Jisung’s brain off. Being fed chicken noodle soup was enough to sedate any foul thoughts or nagging worry. Minho was there. Warm. Close. Present. Like he was the only medicine Jisung truly needed.
And then, three days later, Jisung finally woke up without that uncanny itch in his throat. “I’m back!”, he shouted, as he stumbled into Chan’s room, where Changbin was already seated on the couch. Both of them looked at him, a grin tugging at the corners of their mouths. “Good to have you back, buddy”, Chan said, and then after a moment of consideration, “where’s Minho?”
That’s when the door opened again, Minho stepping inside. He looked like hell. Face pale, hair tousled, eyes slightly swollen. Chan looked at him with raised eyebrows, already starting to ask the question, when Minho coughed. Once. Twice. Jisung’s face was suddenly riddled with guilt. “Sorry, hyung”, he said, more a whisper than anything, but Minho somehow found it within himself to grin. “Worth it.”
Summary: One cold sleepy afternoon, you and your mama Minho go out to search for bugs
Note: Reader uses he/him pronouns but Minsung uses GN nicknames, enjoy mwah<3
My Pookies: @leeknowismm @leeknowfan @adorned-lover @lezleeferguson-120
“He's still sleeping,” Minho said cracking the door open to peek inside at you. “Our baby is a sleepy head,” Jisung replied wrapping his arms around Minho’s shoulders and staring at you with loving eyes. Your paci was hanging out of your mouth and all the stuffed animals Minho had placed beside you were all over the place from you tossing. “I could just eat his little cheeks, look at my Squish,” Jisung said laying his head on Minho and taking in your little existence, resting the day away. Minho didn't want to wake you but if you wanted to be out the door before it got extremely too cold for you, it was a must.
Minho crept over to your cozy bed and placed his hand gently on the critter-covered blanket. A soft scent lingered up to Minho’s nose and he knew Jisung had just washed your bedding from the detergent. The slight movement caused you to be conscious but not awake. When Minho looked down he saw you suckling your blue bear pacifier back into your mouth.
“Bug are you going to sleep all day?” Minho asked softly, placing his hand on your cheek to rub his thumb gently over it. Looking back at the door frame Minho noticed Jisung was gone, finishing up the breakfast he started earlier with chopping sounds finding his ears. “Appa is making your favorite, you might want to get up before I eat them all.”
Your small eyes flicked open to Minho’s words and all you could see was his adoring face. “There he is.” With your attention on Minho you almost forgot to notice you weren't holding your favorite stuffed animal. Panic swelled up inside you when you realized and you instantly began looking through your other teddy bears on the side of your bed.
“Fuffie, Fuffie!” you exclaimed grabbing your pillow to look under it. Out of the corner of his eye, Minho spotted the fuzzy ear of your favorite teddy behind your bum. He quickly grabbed it and placed him in your arms to ease your worry. “Mama wescu Fuffie (Mama rescued Fuffie),” you said gently pushing the hair out of Fuffie’s eyes.
“Does Fuffie know what today is?” Minho asked grabbing your paci to put it back in its case. He then shuffled over to the clothes Jisung picked out for you quietly when you were sleeping. A comfy long-sleeve shirt with the cutest pair of patch-covered overalls.
“Toobay da bay (today is the day),” you said excitedly kicking your feet under the warm blankets and giving your teddy a big squeeze. You then placed him by your pillow so you could hop out of bed without hurting him and focus on getting dressed.
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“What kind are you most excited to try and find,” Jisung asked you while cutting up your French toast into small bites. All week, you had been bugging to go out and look for bugs with Minho, because he always helped you look under the big rocks. When he finally gave in to your irresistible little face, both Jisung and Minho were surprised that you even slept from how excited you were. Giggling, squealing, and small butterfly kisses all over Minho, must have tired you out was all they could come up with.
“Buhfy, piw bug, pway bug, no cenpede ew (Butterfly, pill bug, praying mantis, no centipedes ew).” You babbled on spitting off every bug you could think of while clearing your caterpillar-shaped plate of French toast. “I don't know if you'll find all of those cause it's a little cold out, which means they're sleeping,” Minho said watching you munch on a grape.
“Look how well Bug did with his fork today Ji,” Minho said pointing out your half-cleared plate and small fork with a bite stuck to it on the table. Jisung let out a gasp and leaned in to rub your sticky cheek. “That's a good Squish, eat your fruit now so you can head out.” Minho sat at the table admiring his two loves interacting and got lost. Your full chubby cheeks, chewing all your food just like Jisung said to.
“Them cheeks are just irresistible. I think Appa is right, we might just have to eat you up,” Minho said giving you a small tickle on your side then going over to Jisung leaning on the counter, for a long hug. He let out a small sigh as he let Jisung sink into him and truly he loved you both more than you could ever imagine.
Paying no mind, you shook in excitement at Jisung’s words and picked up your sippy cup for a drink of apple juice. Over the rim of your cute green cup covered in small stars, you watched Minho grab your backpack to put his phone in. Wipes, hand sanitizer, band-aids, a clean paci, a sippy cup, and even a small toy just in case. All the things you could possibly need, kept inside a bag ready to go out the door in Minho’s hand whenever you were.
~
Waiting, waiting, and more waiting for Minho to be ready and be by your side at the door. Looking down at your shoes with difficult laces, you let out a frustrated sigh. A gentle hand ran through the hair in your face, pushing it aside. “Sit down Bug, I'll put your shoesies on.” You let out a happy babble and plopped down to stick your bear-printed sock out to Minho. He rested your foot on his knee and slid your shoe on, tying the lace without a problem.
After he did the other you clapped your hands happily knowing you were a step closer to getting to the bugs. “Mama ih da bessss (Mama is the best),” you said kicking your feet into the floor and watching the tied bows bounce.
“I think we have everything Bug as long as you put Fuffie back in your bed,” Minho said looking down at you on the floor. You gave a small nod and started chewing on the sleeve of your shirt which Minho instantly fixed with a turtle designed so you could chew on it. “Give Appa a kiss,” Minho said reaching a hand out to Jisung signaling for him to come closer.
“Wait! Don't forget the snack I packed for him,” Jisung said handing a small baggy of fish crackers to Minho from the counter. “Little explorer needs his snackies,” Minho said patting your head and putting the plastic bag into the front pocket of your backpack that now slung across his shoulder.
“Yeah especially since Squish here didn't finish his fruit,” Jisung said with a raise to his eyebrow as he showed the unfinished bowl from the sink. Minho looked at your little shy face trying to hide in your knees and couldn't be angry.
Minho leaned into Jisung and whispered, “But look at him.” Turning around, Jisung looked at your little scrunched body sitting on the ground where Minho had helped with your shoes. A pout flung to Jisung’s lips and he felt horrible despite not being serious in his words. “Ok how about if you're good for Mama, I'll make us all a treat for when you get back.” Your small face instantly perked up and reached out for Minho to help you stand up. Cradling your face, Jisung placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Be good Squish and listen to Mama, okay?” he whispered placing another kiss on your forehead and adjusting the strap to your overalls. You nodded softly with his warm hand under your chin and turned excitedly to the door. One last long kiss to Jisung’s lips and Minho was holding your free hand to walk out.
~
The nip in the air bit your nose and it mostly worried you that there wouldn't be any bugs. The warm clothes you had on kept you safe so your mind was fully on bugs and not the weather. A few blocks had passed without you noticing and soon you came to the start of the woods. Minho took you down a soft trail that led you to the big pond with rocks and dry rotted logs hopefully full of creepy crawlies.
“This looks like a good spot to search Bug,” Minho said letting go of your hand to pry up a rock. You quickly scurried over to see what was underneath and to your surprise a big worm was sleeping. “Quick get him!” Minho shouted excitedly pointing at a beetle hanging from the rock.
He scooped up the worm before putting the rock back and duck walked over to where you were squatted down looking at the beetle. It had a shiny green glaze to it and had your full attention as you poked your finger to make it crawl. “What about me?” Minho said in a funny voice holding up the wiggly worm.
“Don wowy, I wub wormy (Don’t worry, I love the worm),” you said running your finger along it, poking Minho’s finger in the process. “Wook (Look),” you said pointing at the beetle’s pretty colors flashing in the light. “Ain’t that something. We have to tell Appa about it, he loves green.”
You smiled proud of yourself for picking up the beetle and noticing its pretty color. Getting to tell Jisung about it made that all even better as bravery swelled inside you. “How about we look over there,” Minho said pointing to the only bush that wasn't halfway dead. Waddling over, you placed the beetle on a branch that stuck out and waved it bye before looking to Minho. He was holding up a flat rock that rested under the fluffy bush, scrutinizing the dirt beneath it.
Seeming Minho was having no luck, you decided to walk around to the other side. Sticks, rocks, and grass were all you could see. Just when you were about to move on you tilted your head up and spotted two small hands. “Mam ma ma mama ma I fou pway!!! (Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, I found a praying mantis!!!),” you shouted, looking up at the triangular head, which stared at you with a slight tilt.
Minho came running around, throwing the rock across to the cold water's edge worried you were hurt. “What is it Bug!?” he said with a huff as he knelt to where you were sitting in the dirt. “I dih scaring da pway (I didn't want to scare the praying mantis),” you said pointing up to the top of the bush where a large green bug was nestled.
A relieved smile popped on Minho’s face as he held out his hand for the mantis to crawl onto. “Such a good eye!” As Minho lowered his hand for you to see, all you could do was giggle. From her small legs crawling on you, to the small silly tilts of her head. “What a giggle box you've become,” Minho said patting your head as your laughter echoed through the quiet trees.
A praying mantis, worm, green beetle, colony of ants inside a tree, small weevil, and a cricket you could hear but never found. All the things you were repeating in your mind so you could tell Jisung back at home every detail. You breathed the air in hard that at some point had gone freezing cold. Out of breath from running and shivering, you clung to Minho as he led you back home in the dark. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his big warm jacket that he slung over your shoulders. When digging under a log you got dirt all over the sleeves and though it was designer Minho didn't care. His Bug was cold and needed it more than he did.
A low gasp escaped Jisung as he rushed over to the door where his two loves were standing with the shivers. He softly pushed Minho into the living room where he had a hot chocolate tray set up with a heater, and fluffy blankets on the couch. “Lemme put this in the hamper then we should go get a bath,” Jisung said taking Minho’s jacket off you and cringing slightly at its condition.
When your eyes locked in on the warm room and chocolatey drinks on the table that's all you wanted. Jisung returned, still soft and caring despite you stomping your foot in anger. “Wan coco hnmmphf (I want hot cocoa),” you said with an over-exaggerated sigh.
“Yes but what if we add bubbles and Mama will put Fluffie on the couch so you can cuddle with us,” Jisung said grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb across it. The idea of getting to cuddle up with a sweet treat excited you more than the bubbles. “I wan Fuffie n Ma ma ma n Appa n rankie (I want Fluffie, Mama, Appa, and my blanket),” you said hurriedly following Jisung’s lead to the bathroom. All your favorite toys, a soft blue light, and bubbles filled to the brim that smelled sweet. A perfect bath that Jisung knew would calm you down. Pairing that with all the activities you did and a double cuddle, you'd be knocked out for sure even after getting sugar.
Sinking down in, you let your toes stick out above the bubbles and wiggled them around in the water. “Babbles babble flubble (bubbles bubbles bubbles),” you said scooping some up and gliding them across your arm. Jisung busied himself getting you washed, hoping to be done before it was too far past bedtime.
“What all did you see out there?” Jisung asked as he tilted your head back to rinse off your neck. Instantly you got excited and remembered all the cool bugs you desperately wanted to tell him about. The ants and green sparkle beetle, even the worm that had a funny voice were mentioned but best of all the praying mantis.
Jisung smiled the whole time, adoring your beaming and passionate face as he took in all the information you'd give him. Combing your hair, drying your toes, zipping up your teddy printed onesie, and sealing everything with a kiss before you rushed out of the bathroom to find Minho.
Two cat-covered mugs and a smaller cup with a lid you knew to be yours. Minho didn't even need to ask if you wanted tiny marshmallows he simply popped off the lid, making sure not to spill, and plopped a few in. Handing you the small cup, Minho took his from the stand and looked behind him as Jisung walked in. “Starting the fun without Appa?” he asked sitting down so you were sandwiched between them.
He rubbed under your chin to collect the running cocoa from you desperately gulping it down and wiped it on a napkin before getting his. “Must have done a good job,” Jisung said taking a swig from his mug and perking up to the taste.
As your body was still recovering from the cold outside, being between your Mama and Appa was the best of all. Minho had his arm around Jisung so you leaned into him and clung your free hand to his sweater. “Aww my Squish, aren't you better now that you're clean?” Jisung asked putting his hot chocolate down on the stand beside him to wrap around you fully. The silkiness to his voice was comforting and all the coziness made your eyelids slowly become heavy.
His fuzzy sweater tickled your face as he propped your feet across his legs and craddled you. A soft hand ran through your hair making your eyes shut to the feeling. Watching your little eyes flutter shut, Minho realized you still needed to clean your teeth. He snatched your falling cup from your hand and wasn't surprised by its light weight. Upon taking the lid off he saw the bottom, it was empty. “I'll clean this mess up, don't worry,” Jisung said helping you ground yourself so you could go with Minho to brush your teeth.
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Sleep had started to find your eyes again as Minho held onto your shoulders and guided you to their bedroom. It smelled good but you couldn't describe in what way and that's how you came to know the room without opening your eyes. No struggle or fuss came from you when the big comforter on their bed was pulled up to your chin. A clean Jisung emerged beside you getting under the covers to cuddle his sleepy baby. When Minho re-entered the room your two little fists rubbing your sleepy eyes made his lip pout at Jisung from how cute the scene was.
You rested your head on his chest, letting out a sigh when you felt a tap on your lips. Minho stood hovering over you with your paci to your lips and Fuffie waving his paw. “I’m ready for bed too,” Minho said with a different funny voice he always did for Fuffie. “Mama comin' to eep? (Is Mama coming to sleep?),” you asked grabbing onto his sleeve and bringing his hand to your face.
If Minho’s atoms allowed him to melt then that would've been the moment he let go. Your sweet sleepy face pressing into his hand, pleading for his comfort. “Of course, I will Bug. Mama needs to shower first,” he said with a tilt to his head just as silly as the praying mantis.
Slowly, he got his hand away from you and shut the door before turning on the light to hopefully not wake you. The bathroom door illuminated as the light escaped around it and caught your attention. While you were sad he was gone you could hear the water running and knew that meant he'd have his hand back on your face soon enough. Snuggling closer into Jisung, you could hear him humming a soft tune putting you to sleep before you could even realize.
hi hii! here are some of my favorite minsung fics from ao3, i wanted to keep them as a list + share them with you <3 since you can see the tags by clicking the links i won’t categorize them deeply here!
the blue ones are honorable mentions since they are my all time favorites, links are under the cut!
ᡣ𐭩 what if we bought matching turtle shaped mood rings at the aquarium and we were both boys | fwb, virgin hjs, mutual pining, weird lmh
ᡣ𐭩 hoodie season | friends to lovers, straight han jisung, smut
ᡣ𐭩 the sweet salt of peaches | food sex, friends to lovers, cmbyn inspired
ᡣ𐭩 la la lost you | angst w happy ending, friends to lovers, long distance
ᡣ𐭩 until we get there | nerd hjs, dancer lmh, strangers to lovers, virgin hjs, developing relationship
"Did you fall asleep?" Jisung mumbled as he rested his cheek against Minho's shoulder and he moved his hand to gently scratch his head.
A soft laugh escaped through his nose when his boyfriend almost started purring at the action.
"What's your valid reason for interrupting my nap?" the older hummed, cheek still mashed against his hand and Jisung's whole body shook on top of the other's with gentle laughter.
AHHH FIRST NON-SMUT MINSUNG FIC OMG NOBODY PANIC!!! THIS IS SO CUTE I WAS SMILING THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS WRITING
What happens when adrenaline takes over and Lee Know kisses Han without thinking? A super cute, fluffy, and angsty fic happens! Sit back, relax, eat a snack, drink some water, and enjoy.
The final beat of the encore still rang in Han’s chest like a second heartbeat. His throat was raw, his body was shaking, but it wasn’t exhaustion — it was the high. The kind of high you couldn’t bottle, the kind that came only after tens of thousands of voices screamed your name in unison.
“WE KILLED IT!” Han yelled, his voice breaking into wild laughter. He threw his arms around Changbin first, squeezing hard enough to make them both stumble. Hyunjin joined in, nearly knocking the mic pack off Han’s back, and the three of them became a sweaty mess of limbs.
The staff were clapping, members were shouting, adrenaline practically dripping off the walls.
And Minho just… stood there.
Not calm, not collected — no, his chest was heaving too, sweat dripping down his temple. But where the others were loud, Minho was quiet. He was watching. Always watching. His gaze followed Han as if there weren’t six other people in the room.
Han was chaos personified — flushed cheeks, messy hair plastered to his forehead, his grin so wide it looked like it might split his face. He was bouncing from member to member, a whirlwind of energy, too much and yet never enough.
Minho’s throat tightened.
Han was too much. Too bright. Too alive. Too beautiful.
“Minho-yah!” Han’s voice cracked through the noise, pulling Minho from the swirl of his own thoughts. Han stumbled toward him, still buzzing, arms open like he was about to throw himself into a hug.
Minho didn’t think.
Didn’t plan.
Didn’t breathe.
He grabbed Han by the collar of his stage jacket and kissed him.
It wasn’t neat or careful. It was messy, clumsy — the kind of kiss that carried every ounce of adrenaline he hadn’t let out on stage. It tasted like sweat, like heat, like something he shouldn’t want but couldn’t stop himself from taking.
Han froze. His eyes went wide, lips parted in shock against Minho’s. His hands hovered midair like he didn’t know if he should push Minho back or pull him closer.
The world stopped. The cheers, the laughter, the chatter — it all went quiet.
And then Minho realized what he’d just done.
His breath hitched, his eyes snapped wide. He broke away so fast it was almost violent, releasing Han’s collar like it burned his skin.
For a fraction of a second, their eyes met. Han looked stunned, lips parted, chest rising and falling like he couldn’t catch his breath.
Minho’s face went crimson. His throat worked like he was going to say something — an apology, maybe, or nothing at all — but no words came.
Instead, he turned and bolted.
Before Han could blink, Minho was gone — slipping into the backstage chaos, swallowed by the maze of staff and shadows.
Han stood frozen in place, fingers lifting slowly to his lips.
They still tingled.
His heart pounded harder than it ever had on stage, blood rushing in his ears.
And all he could think was—
“…What the hell just happened?”
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Minho didn’t sleep that night.
He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling of the dorm room, replaying the moment over and over again until he felt sick. The stage lights, the roar of the crowd, Han’s flushed face, that wide stupid grin—and then the kiss.
God.
His stomach twisted. What had he been thinking? The answer was easy—he hadn’t been. His body had just moved, pulled in by something reckless and magnetic that had been building for too long.
And now it was out. Exposed.
There was no taking it back.
Minho rolled over, burying his burning face in his pillow. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Han’s shocked expression. Wide eyes, parted lips, frozen like Minho had crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.
He couldn’t face him. Not now. Maybe not ever.
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The next morning, the dorm kitchen was buzzing with the usual post-concert chaos. Members stumbling in late, hair a mess, voices hoarse from screaming and singing their hearts out the night before.
Han was already there, perched on the counter in his oversized hoodie, legs swinging as he munched on toast. He was talking to Seungmin about some fan chant that had gone off-beat, his voice loud, animated, alive.
Minho walked in—and froze.
His chest clenched. Han’s laugh rang in his ears, the same laugh from last night, right before—
Minho spun on his heel, muttering something about forgetting his phone, and left the kitchen before Han even noticed him.
It went on like that for days.
In practice, Minho avoided eye contact. He corrected Hyunjin’s form, Changbin’s timing—anyone’s, anyone’s—just to keep from looking at Han.
In the van, he shoved in his earbuds, turning to the window when Han slid into the seat beside him, pretending he hadn’t noticed.
At the dorm, he was always conveniently in the shower when Han wanted to talk, always “too tired” when Han suggested watching something together, always slipping away before Han could corner him.
It didn’t take long for Han to notice.
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Han wasn’t oblivious.
At first, he thought maybe he’d imagined it. Maybe the kiss had been some adrenaline-fueled hallucination, or maybe Minho had done it by accident, like tripping and bumping lips instead of shoulders.
But the more Minho avoided him, the more obvious it became.
It happened. It was real.
And Minho was running from it.
By the fourth day, Han was seething.
It wasn’t just confusion anymore. It wasn’t even embarrassment. It was anger. Because if that kiss had meant nothing to Minho, then fine—say that. Laugh it off. Pretend it was a joke. But avoiding him? Freezing him out like he’d done something wrong?
Han couldn’t take it.
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Late one night, after another grueling practice, Minho stayed behind in the dance room. Everyone else had already left, but he lingered, stretching longer than he needed to, wiping down mirrors that didn’t need wiping. Anything to stay away from the dorm.
The door creaked open.
“Minho.”
His entire body stiffened.
Han’s voice.
He didn’t turn around. “You should go home.”
“No,” Han said, firm, with none of the usual playful lilt in his voice. His footsteps echoed closer. “You’re gonna stop running from me.”
Minho’s hand tightened around the towel in his grip. His throat was dry. He could feel Han’s presence at his back, warm, burning, demanding an answer.
“Why are you avoiding me?” Han pressed. His voice cracked, just a little. “Did I do something? Did that kiss—”
“Stop.” His voice was sharper than he intended.
Han froze.
Minho finally turned, and the look on Han’s face nearly gutted him. Wide eyes, frustration twisted with something softer—something that hurt to see.
“You don’t get it,” Minho said, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. “I shouldn’t have done that. It was a mistake.”
Han flinched like he’d been struck.
For a moment, neither of them moved. The air was heavy, suffocating.
Then Han swallowed hard, stepping forward until they were chest to chest, his eyes blazing.
“If it was really a mistake…” His voice was low, trembling. “Then why can’t you even look at me?”
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Minho’s eyes darted away, scanning the floor as if the wooden panels held the answers he was too scared to give. His chest ached, every beat hammering in sync with the nervous panic that made his hands tremble.
“I… I don’t know,” he whispered, voice breaking despite his effort to keep it steady. “I—Han, I can’t—”
Han shook his head, exhaling sharply, frustration laced with something softer that made Minho’s stomach twist painfully. “No, stop. Stop making excuses. I don’t want to hear about what you can’t do. I want to know what you feel. Right now.”
Minho’s throat tightened, words lodged like stones. His body wanted to recoil, to run—but the warmth radiating from Han, the intensity in his eyes, rooted him in place. Every fiber of him was screaming both to flee and to lean in, to close the tiny space between them and finally, finally stop pretending.
“You’re impossible,” Minho muttered, more to himself than Han.
Han’s lips twitched, not quite a smile, but enough to make Minho’s chest constrict painfully. “Maybe,” Han admitted softly, tilting his head. “But you’re here. You didn’t run. You can’t say that wasn’t intentional.”
Minho’s fingers dug into his towel. His heart was hammering like it might break through his ribs. He swallowed hard, eyes meeting Han’s for just a fleeting second before darting away. “I… I don’t know what to do,” he admitted, voice trembling. “I… I don’t want to screw this up.”
Han’s hand reached out, cupping Minho’s jaw gently, tilting his face up so their eyes met fully. The soft touch, warm and deliberate, sent a shiver racing down Minho’s spine. “You’re not screwing anything up,” Han murmured, voice low, urgent. “You’ve been holding this in for too long, Minho. I’ve seen it. I know it. And I’m not letting you run from it anymore.”
Minho’s breath hitched. Every rational thought was drowned by the pull of Han’s presence, by the closeness, the intensity in his gaze. And then, without thinking, without hesitating, Minho leaned forward.
Their lips met—slow, messy, desperate. Han’s hand threaded into Minho’s hair, tugging him closer as Minho clung to his shoulders, pressing into him like letting go could undo months of tension.
This kiss was different. No adrenaline-driven impulse this time. No clumsy surprise. Just… longing, confession, vulnerability. It was the words neither of them could say, spoken in the language of lips and heat.
Han pulled back slightly, forehead resting against Minho’s, both breathing heavily, hearts racing. “You’re an idiot,” Han whispered, voice rough and strained.
Minho laughed breathlessly, leaning into Han’s chest. “We’re both idiots.” he replied softly, voice full of awe and relief.
Han pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Minho’s head. “No more running,” he murmured. “Not from me. Not ever.”
Minho tilted his face up, letting his lips brush Han’s again, soft and lingering this time, savoring it. “Not from you,” he echoed, a small smile tugging at his lips.
And finally, they stood there, chest to chest, tangled together in the quiet aftermath, letting the tension of days dissolve into warmth and closeness. Neither of them moved to escape. Neither wanted to.
For the first time, Minho realized that maybe, just maybe, letting go was exactly what he needed.
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