I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Story Masterlist (COMPLETED)
Pairing: Minho (of SHINee) x OC (name: Crystal)
Genre: angst, romance, fluff, mature, University AU
Word Count: ~48k (20 chapters)
Warnings: mature, swearing, angst, depression, crying, explicit sexual content, mentions of nonconsensual interactions, mentions of starving and others.
This is just a story that doesn’t describe SHINee members' true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.
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Genre: suggestive / enemies to lovers / love triangle
Warnings: rather suggestive and steamy, without any sex though.
Monthly Prompt: Love Triangle
Word count: 1514
If there was one person who you envied in this world, it was Choi Minho. Not only was the man attractive and effortlessly successful, but he had also always beat you at everything. School, sports, life achievements, and just naturally growing up - it felt as if the fates had blessed him with the easy route whilst you had to work for it.
But not this time. You would not lose to Minho again.
“Jude isn’t some prize to win, Y/N,” your best friend Margo pointed out as you glared across the club where Jude and Minho sat together, the former breaking into a laugh at something Minho said. You downed a shot, growling lowly at him yet again getting in before you could do anything about it.
“I know she isn’t,” you confirmed, your eyes not leaving the pair. You felt a pang of disappointment when Jude’s hand gripped onto Minho’s bicep, his handsome smile brightening up the room.
And darkening you further.
“What’s your plan then?”
Glancing away from the pair, you cocked your head to the side to look at Margo. “Plan?”
“Minho’s got his A-game on. How do you plan on snatching Jude out from under his nose? He won’t let a single moment be spared now he has her for the night. You should have heard him last weekend when it was you and Jude cosying up over there together.”
Flashes of sweet touches and intimate conversation filled your mind, and you warmed instantly, as if you could feel the heat from Jude’s body again. You had spent the whole night with her and ended up on the club’s main floor, dancing provocatively together and enticing more than just Minho eying you both. After one too many drinks, you had drunkenly giggled your way through some heated kisses outside her apartment, pressing her into the wall with need.
You had been sent off with the promise it wouldn’t be the last time you’d be flush against her. However, with the way she was all but sitting in Minho’s lap, you wondered if Jude had forgotten the depraved sentiments she had breathlessly groaned into your ear a week ago.
You stood suddenly, spurred on by the repeated murmurs in your head, marching over to the loved-up pair. Whilst Jude grinned at you, Minho’s grimace was what made your smile grow.
“Y/N. How untimely it is to see you tonight.”
“Minho,” you replied with a curt nod. “Ever the gentleman.”
“I aim to please,” he muttered into the drink he picked up.
“I’m so glad to see you tonight, Y/N,” Jude announced, reaching out with a hand for your face, caressing it gently before standing up. Her eyes eagerly flicked to a message that came through on her phone. “Can you keep my seat for me? I’ll be right back.”
“S-sure,” you agreed, glancing at the death glare Minho was giving you behind Jude’s back before he smiled as she turned to press a kiss onto his cheek. She then pranced off and got lost in the throes of the club.
You slumped into the chair and took Minho’s glass to gulp a long drink from it. “Excuse me, I wasn’t done with that.”
“Well, you are now, buddy. Off you go.”
Minho’s eyebrow rose. “You think finishing off my drink will signal my time over here is done? Try again, Y/N.”
“She kissed you on the cheek,” you mentioned, watching male pride bloom over his face as he smirked. You nodded nonchalantly. “How sweet.”
“And you suppose Jude will do more than that with you?”
It was your turn to glow. “Has, you mean.”
“What?” Minho’s sharp gaze stumbled momentarily before he smoothed his expression to indifference. “Whatever.”
Sidling closer to Minho, you ran a hand up his perfectly sculpted arm, his eyes watching your teasing hand intently. Finally cupping the side of his neck in your hand, you leaned into his closest ear, exhaling breathily for effect. You felt him stiffen and shudder. “You should have seen how pretty Jude was when I had her pressed up against the wall outside her apartment.”
Minho swallowed. Shifted in his chair. Inhaled deeply. Finally, he turned his head and caught your eye. “Liar.”
Emboldened by how he was acting, you slid a thigh over his lap to straddle him, trying not to revel in the gasp you drew out of him in the process. You were certain he had stopped thinking when his hands moved to your hips and held you down into his groin. It was you who exhaled shakily at this, waiting for his competitive nature to kick in and throw you off the game you were playing.
The fire between you was always stoked and ready to burn, but this smouldering heat from different from the usual burn.
Recovering before he broke out of the stupor you had placed on him, you braced your hands on Minho’s shoulders and grazed your lips over his neck. “Was it like this? Her lips on my neck moaning prettily?”
You shifted and felt his arousal press into you, your eyes darting to his. They were molten, stuck on yours, waiting to see what you did next.
“Oh, now this is exactly what I was hoping to happen!” a gleeful tone cut in, breaking the spell you were both under. Scrambling out of Minho’s lap at Jude’s return, you flushed with embarrassment. You hadn’t ever thought of Minho in the way you had just been experiencing. Whilst you had no issues finding either gender attractive, you had always been put off by the competition between you to acknowledge the simmering heat between you could burst into passionate flames.
“Y/N was just trying to… Oh, you have a friend with you?”
Looking at the man wrapped around Jude’s body, you became confused. Who was he, and why did she look so content in his embrace? He stared down at her with eyes that only a lover would give in public like that. You couldn’t help but hear warning bells go off.
“This is my boyfriend, York. He’s been overseas for a month and just got back in today. York, this is Minho and Y/N, the couple I was telling you about. I think they might like—”
“Your boyfriend,” Minho cut in with a small laugh. He sounded slightly unhinged, and when you looked at his face, you saw the crush of being too late for anything invade it. Whilst you were mutually disappointed at the fact that Jude had led you on, you commiserated that you hadn’t been alone with that either.
You were both at a loss here.
Jude nodded. “We’re committed to one another, but we practice an open relationship too. We were wondering if you’d like to join us.”
“Oh,” you mentioned, blinking a few times. You felt Minho’s gaze on you. He had quickly recovered and was trying not to laugh at your stunned response to the invitation. Your lips twitched, but you merely said, “oh” again.
“You know, I think we’re good here, right, Y/N?” Minho answered, still holding your gaze a moment longer before politely smiling up at the pair. “But thanks for the opportunity.”
“Suit yourselves,” York replied with a shrug, scooping Jude up and all but carrying her out of the club. You both watched them leave, stunned into silence.
And then a bubble of laughter rose from within and escaped. “That just happened, right?”
“I believe so.”
“Not that there’s anything wrong with exploring more than one partner at the same time,” you told Minho, who arched his eyebrow again, calling you out non-verbally. You chuckled. “Okay, for you and I—”
“It’s got to be just us,” Minho finished, holding your stare again. Your humour died off as you got lost gazing at him, soaking in all that had been in front of you all this time. Without thinking it through, you slipped your hand back to his neck.
Minho’s hand gripped your waist as he leaned into you. His eyes slipped to your mouth that parted to take in a shallow breath.
“Are you sure, Minho? We’ve been enemies forever.”
“Maybe I’m tired of competing against you,” he murmured, his mouth inching closer to yours. You were sharing the same breath now. “Maybe I want to see what it’s like to be with you instead.”
“Are you sure you can handle the heat of that, Minho? I’m not going to hold back if you do.”
“I’ve been burned by your sting one too many times to retreat,” he admitted, challenge swirling with the lust now blazing his eyes. You whimpered as you slipped back onto his lap, bringing yourself flush against his upper body.
Running your hands through his hair, you marvelled at how right this felt. Especially when his lips ghosted yours, drawing out a moan from you with the lightest of touch.
“I want more than the sting, Y/N. By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be engulfed in flames.”
