Few words were exchanged after your thoughtful shower. You’d done a bit of sulking and pacing, but now you were tired. Minho wanted to give you space, so he had showered in your guest bathroom, but now that he saw your face, he knew he needed to hold you. Minho sat on the side of the bed with his feet planted and thighs parted, and smiled at you. You needed no invitation to plop into his lap, so you shuffled over to straddle his strong thighs.
“Mhm-mhm,” Minho tutted, “back to my chest. I’m going to give you a massage. That okay, love?” You nodded and complied. “Atta girl,” Minho whispered as he leaned in to kiss your temple, right where he knew your headache would be.
“Just look at me,” he says with a sigh while he lightly moved your chin upwards.
kissing the sides and back of your neck while you make eye contact in your full length mirror.
“I’m so proud of you honey ,” another kiss as he rubs your tense shoulders. “I’ll never tire of telling you that.” You sigh as he digs his thumbs into the kinks in your muscles.
“You’ll never carry anything alone, as long as I’m here.”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hi besties! I bring more dad!skz! Hehehhe enjjooyyyyyy
⌦ .｡.:*♡: Summary: Reader surprises Minho at the studio with their baby, and some cuteness ensues, (imagine your baby also looks like baby Minho)
⌦ .｡.:*♡ Warnings: dad!Minho, fluff, the bandmates being the sweetest uncles, fem!reader, your son Min-Jun is 10 months old, pet names (for reader and baby Min Jun), you and Minho raise Min Jun bilingually(Eng and Korean)
It was Wednesday morning and Minho had already left for dance practice, to nail the routines for this new comeback. Comeback season was always busy.
You were in bed, scrolling on your phone before you heard whimpers coming from your baby monitor. “Looks like my Jun-ie is awake.” You smiled to yourself and got out of bed making your way to his nursery. Opening the door, you saw Min Jun standing in his crib, holding on to the side bars. “Oh good morning, my sweet boy. Are you waiting for eomma?” You smiled and picked him up out of his crib, holding him on your hip. Min Jun let out giggles and nuzzled himself into your chest, a true mommy’s boy. “Does my precious Junnie want breakfast,hm?” You giggled and kissed his forehead, making your way downstairs to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, you put Min Jun in his high chair and set out some food for the kitties. “Soonie, Doongie, Dori, breakfast time.” You called out, hearing the pitter patter of their paws coming. Turning back to Min Jun you smiled, kissing his cheeks and setting a chair in front of his high chair. “How would my baby like some peaches, hm? Boksung-a meogeullae?” You smiled, holding a slice of peach out to him, as he made grabby hands. “My hungry boy is so smart, hm?” You giggled, eating your own breakfast, watching as he happily ate the peaches. “ Min Jun-a, boksung-a, massisseoyo? Is it yummy?” You smiled, wiping some juice from his cheeks, as he giggled and clapped his hands. Soon enough, you were both done eating and you washed the dishes, deciding today would be a good day to surprise Minho at the studio. You picked up Min Jun from his high chair and made your way up to his nursery, to change him.
Once you were in his nursery, you laid him on his changing table and changed his nappy, before picking out an outfit for him. The weather was chilly, so you went with a sweater, jeans,hat and little converse. Changing him into his outfit, you picked him up and bounced him in your arms. “Waaahhhh, my big boy. Nae agiineun jeongmal gwiyeopne,” you cooed, kissing all over his face as he giggled. Making it into your room, you sat him on your bed, so you could change–decing to wear a hoodie, jeans, converse and a vest with a hat. “Mommy needs to change ,huh? Appareul wihae yeppeo boyeoya hae.” You smiled before changing, letting Min Jun play on your phone.
Once you were changed and had a baby bag ready , you picked Min Jun up, and walked downstairs. “Let’s go see daddy, yeah? Ga-ja!” You smiled, hearing him clap and giggle. Grabbing the stroller, you set it in the kitchen, gently setting him in it and laying a blanket over him. “ Is my Junnie excited to see daddy and his uncles?!” You smiled, hearing him giggle and clap more, waving at the kitties.You grabbed your keys and made your way to the door, a giggling Min Jun kicking his feet in the stroller. Locking the door, you pushed the stroller, singing to Min Jun as you made your way to the car. “나비야 나비야.이리 날아 오너라,노랑나비 흰 나비.춤을 추며 오너라.봄바람에 꽃잎도.방긋방긋 웃으며.참새도 짹짹짹.노래하며 춤춘다.” You sang, making it to your car as you locked the stroller. Opening the back door, you gently lifted Min Jun out and set him in his car seat, buckling him in. “Can mommy have a kiss? Eomma-ga kiseu-hal su issnayo, Jun Jun?” You smiled, pinching his cheek as he puckered his lips, pressing them to yours. “ Gomawoya!” You smiled , pressing a kiss to his head, before closing the door and loading the stroller and baby bag into the trunk.
Getting into the driver's seat, you turned the ignition on, buckling your seat beat and backed out of the driveway. You started to drive, hearing min Jun giggling from his spot in his car seat. “ Is Jun Jun excited.” You smiled, making a left turn. It was only a 15 minute drive, thankfully. Continuing on your drive, you quietly sang more songs for Min Jun, as he played with his toys. Min Jun eventually ended up falling asleep, causing you to laugh to yourself. “ Sleepy boy, my sleepy Junnie.” You smiled, making another turn. 15 minutes later, you arrived at the building, spotting Minho’s car and parking next to it. Quietly, you turned the ignition off and got out. Grabbing the stroller from the trunk, you slung the baby bag over your shoulder, opening the door where Min Jun’s car seat was. “Ssssh, shh shhh, Junnie.” You cooed, gently unbuckling him and lifting him up , to set him in his car seat. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, before sliding a pacifier in his mouth. “Let’s see daddy, baby.”
Making your way inside the building, you scanned your keycard and went to the elevator. You knew they’d be on floor three–where studios and practice rooms were. So, pushing the stroller into the elevator, you push the 3 button, sliding the stroller back and forth so as to not wake Min Jun up. Smiling to yourself, you pulled your phone out, seeing a text from Minho, saying he missed you– but, boy was he in for a surprise. Humming to yourself, you waited for the elevator to ding, signaling your arrival on your desired floor. Luckily, it only took about 3 minutes. Hearing the ding, you waited for the doors to open, before you pushed the stroller out. Then you made your way down the hall, searching for them.
You could hear them before you could see them, hearing the playful bickering, laughing and chatter. You smiled and approached the door. Min Jun was still sound asleep, as you pushed the door open. “Hello?” You heard Chan and Jeongin ask , turning to see you. “Wah! Ynnie! What are you doing here?” Chan had asked pulling you into a hug. “Yah, SH! He’s sleeping.” You smiled, hugging him back. “Me and Junnie wanted to surprise Minho, though.” You smiled, hugging a smiling Jeongin who was playfully messing with Min Jun’s hands. “They're so small, so cute! But, nice to see you Ynnie! Minho hyung is in the bathroom.” He smiled, placing a kiss to the top of your head. All of a sudden, Han, Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin were racing over, to see the baby. “Hi love! How are you?” Felix smiled, side hugging you. “I’m good, Lix. Min Jun’s a handful, like his daddy.” You giggled, seeing them play with Min Jun’s hands and feet–in a cute way. Hyunjin, Han and Seungmin all greeted you, giving you hugs and the usual. “Let him wake up on his own, I don’t want a cranky baby.” You warned, seeing Min Jun wiggling in his stroller. “ Yeah we don’t either. He’s like Minho hyung, and one Minho hyung is already enough,” Han giggled. Minho was making his way out of the bathroom, confused by all the commotion. “ What’s going on? Who’s here?” He asked, seeing his members gathered around and cooing.
Then it hit him. “Wah wah, aish. Move over.” He urged, squeezing his way to press a kiss to your lips. “ Hi jagi. What brings you here?” He smiled, pulling you into his side. “ Me and Junnie wanted to surprise you,” you smiled, pecking his lips. “Waaah, my babies. Is he asleep?” All of a sudden, you heard him crying, signaling that Min Jun woke up. Hurriedly, Minho rushed and picked him up out of his stroller. “ Oh oh ooohh, ssssshhh Junnie. Appa-ga yeogi isseoyo. Uljima.” he cooed, rocking Min Jun in his arms before turning to his bandmates. “Yah! Who woke him up?” He deadpanned, as they all shook their heads, and tried to make Min Jun laugh. “ None of us! We didn’t wake him,” they all replied, as you gently put the pacifier back in his mouth. Kissing his and Minho’s cheeks you smiled. “It’s okay, my baby. Gwaenchana, ul-ji-ma.” You rubbed his back, hearing his crying die down. Minho smiled and kissed the top of Min Jun’s head, as he gripped on Minho’s shirt. “ Awww, does my baby want to dance?” He smiled, turning to sit on the floor , facing the mirror wall.
Sitting on the floor beside them, you smiled seeing Minho hold Min Jun up between his legs. “ Wah just like your daddy? Do you like dancing?” You smiled, as the others sat on the floor as well. “Wah, he really is a mini Minho,” Seungmin laughed. “Maybe, he’ll take your place hyung,” jeongin laughed. Giggling, you smiled and watched as Min Jun was bouncing on his legs. Minho laughed, “ Yah, I know he’s just like me.” He smiled as Hyunjin spoke, “ is he cranky and mean like you too?” Laughing you, flicked him on the head as Minho rolled his eyes. “ No! But he’s so smart and nice and loves cuddling his eomma and appa, right Jun Jun-ah?” Minho smiled, kissing the top of his head. Giggling, Min Jun clapped his hands. “I take that as a yes,” you and Minho smiled, as the other boys interacted with your baby. Jeongin dancing with him, Felix and Han playing peek-a-boo, Chan playing airplane,Seungmin chasing Min Jun around as he crawled.
You and Minho smiled, lovingly kissing each other. “I love you, jagi,” he smiled. Cuddling into his side, you smiled. “I love you too, yeobo.” Watching his bandmates play with Min Jun, you all decided that practice could wait. I mean, who would turn down playing with an adorable mini version of Minho. Eventually, you all ate lunch, and took a nap–yes, on the floor of the practice room. Minho cuddling you as Min Jun slept on your chest.
You made a good decision to surprise Minho that day
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okay so my blog was not for this, but i HAD to write this down so i can get it out my mind.
imagine waking up in your shared bedroom with minho. maybe you have light baby yellow curtains flowing around from the breeze in the morning. you have a well rested mind, and you can feel the sleep in your boyfriend's warm neck. minho taking care of you with such love.
your back on the mattress while his whole body is covering you. you feel his fingertips in your hair. massaging your scalp, writing life time promisses over his lover's body. he's thrusting into you so slowly and gently as he only does in the mornings. you feel his nose travelling around your face, and his lips like butterfly wings, as soft as if it almost wasn't there. his whimpers, small and high pitched, landing like secrets in your ears. he wouldn't bring them out later, and you would keep such gift locked in your heart.
but right now, he hears how he sounds. little, too little. like a baby sleeping in their mother's arms. like his love woudn't ever fit in his limited human body. you feel his hair tickling you. his legs wrapped around you. his arms over yours. but nothing, will ever be compared to his soft as clouds moans. moans that are meant for you, and you only. minho, on the other hand, hears your prayers that sound like his name. feels you warm, and so, so wet.
minho gets you presents. gets pretty watches wrapped around in a lovely ribbon. he gets you flowers, every thursday when you're home early cooking dinner and the flower shop near his company gets fresh tulips. too expensive necklaces and handmade cups. but this moment, right here, is when minho feels that you can finally understand his love.
Like, Reader is police/army she didn't talk much acout her work and struggle because she thought she turn him off and scare him but minho thought different he want to her to tell him about work and help her to release some stress 😊 he is worried also and thankful that she come home safe and unharmed
A/N: Firstly I would like to apologise because I read the end of your request wrong and didn't realise until I had finished the piece. I thought it said 'home safe, even tho harmed'. Idk why I didn't read this correctly and I'm so sorry! Secondly I'm so sorry this has taken so long and even though it isn't exactly what you wanted I still hope you like it 😭 On another note I really love what I created, I really poured my whole heart into this one!
Always Come Home to Me ~ Minho (Lee Know)
Pairing: Minho (Lee Know) x fem!reader (policeofficer!reader)
Genre: Fluff | Bit of angst (when reflecting on shift at work as a police officer) | Police Officer Reader | Established Relationship (boyfriend) Minho
Content Warnings: Mentions of violence, intention to kill and injuries (nothing major, y/n only sustains bruising, sore muscles and a cut lip), mentions of an escaped prisoner, pet names (baby, kitten), y/n is clearly shaken up by the events that happened at work,
(Let me know if I've missed anything)
Word Count: 1.6K
You walked into your shared apartment with your boyfriend Minho, you had worked the third watch tonight from 8pm to 5am and to say you were exhausted was an understatement.
You weren’t surprised to see him awake. Minho usually woke up early to make sure you had some home cooked food for when you returned, which he normally packed himself a serving to take with him to his own job.
Your muscles were sore from running after an escaped prisoner on foot for about an hour and a half. Your right hand was wrapped up in a bandage and your freshly cut lip was numb, but you could feel the effects of bruising beginning behind it, caused by an altercation with the prisoner after you had caught up with him and were awaiting on backup.
Minho was standing by the stove head down, focusing solely on the pot of food in front of him as he added spices and herbs with a trained eye.
With a pout you threw your backpack on the ground by the door with your good arm, closed the door behind you and stumbled over to wrap your arms around Minho from behind.
“Hey kitten, how was work?” Minho asked his voice sounding warm and comforting. You wondered if you paid him enough would he spend an entire day just speaking to you like this?
“Hey, it was long.” You mumbled into his neck as you snuggled your face into it and pressed a soft kiss to the skin behind his ear sending a shiver down Minho’s back.
Minho hummed reaching up with his spare hand to caress your arms, going still as his fingers felt the material of a bandage there instead of exposed skin.
Minho turned the stove off completely and put the spoon in his hand down immediately and broke gently out of your hold to turn around and face you.
His eyes were pooling with concern as they scanned over your worn and tattered body from the extensive night at work you had just endured.
“My baby.” His voice cracked, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek, thumb gently tracing the cut on your lip causing you to wince and flinch away from his touch.
At your reaction Minho’s frown grew deeper and he instead dropped his hands to your waist pulling you delicately into his hold wrapping his arms around you, careful not to cause anymore sounds of pain to slip from your lips.
“I’m alright, just need to rest.” You tried to convince him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pulling him closer.
Minho leaned forward and pressed a long kiss into your forehead before he pulled away to look at you.
“I’m going to put the food away for later, then I’m going to run a bath for you to relax in. Go and lay down while you wait, okay kitten?” Minho instructed giving you the softest love filled gaze he’d ever exchanged with you.
You went to open your mouth to object, but the thought of soaking in the warm bubbly water, letting your muscles relax was tempting and the way Minho was practically begging you to comply with his eyes, made you close your mouth once again.
Satisfied Minho let you go, and he turned back to the pot of food.
You laid down on your back, staring up at the ceiling while trying to avoid putting any pressure on your right arm and begun reflecting on your night at work.
Flashes of you being thrown against a cement wall by the criminal you were chasing, his body pressed against yours as he resisted arrest. His hands franticly were grabbing at your neck and squeezing, glaring at you murderously. You remember the coldness of his eyes, the desperation in his hand around your throat, like he would do anything to get away from you and if that meant ending your life to stop you from restraining him, he would.
You’d had altercations at work like this before, but none so intense. You’d felt isolated, helpless and all of your thoughts abandoned your body, freezing you in fear. However, one thought stuck to you in that moment, refusing to leave your mind. It was Minho, the love of your life and the thought of him alone ignited a fire in your chest, that gave you the strength to fight off your attacker.
A presence next to you on the bed caused you to violently snap back to reality and you flinched away from their touch.
“Y/N! It’s me, I’m sorry!” Minho quickly apologised for not alerting you of his presence earlier when he could clearly tell you were zoned out.
You became aware of your heavy breathing and your hand instinctively reached up to your heart in an attempt to slow it. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to calm yourself.
“I’m okay, it’s fine.” You didn’t know who you were trying to convince more, yourself or Minho.
“Baby, what’s going on? What happened at work?” Minho asked sitting down in front of you on the bed, but keeping his hands to himself, scared of startling you again.
You looked away from Minho’s concerned gaze that was searching your eyes like he could find the answers to his questions there.
“I’m really fine Minho, just tired and over worked.” You responded going to move from the bed, but Minho reached forward boldly and took your bruised bandaged hand in his.
“You aren’t fine, please kitten…let me in.” Minho pleaded his eyes glassy from seeing the woman he loved in pain and keeping things from him.
He moved your hand in his up to his lips where he pressed soft gentle kisses on top of the bandage. With every kiss your heart melted at the loving act.
“You don’t need to know Min, it was just an altercation, but they’re in jail and they can’t hurt me anymore.” You breathed out exhaustedly letting him pepper the kisses into the bandage, his eyes never leaving yours as he did.
He pulled away from your hand and looked over your injuries once more as his jaw gritted tighter in place at your words.
“He’s lucky he’s there, because if I ever get my hands on him…” Minho went to say but you cut him off with a small giggle.
“Careful, you’re speaking to a police officer.” You giggled at his protectiveness, causing a whimper to slip by at the vibrations of your laugh against your sore ribcage.
“I worry about you all the time, you know?” Minho smiled weakly, it was hard for him to see you this way, but ultimately he understood you did what you loved and respected your decision and your career.
“I know Min, but there are risks in any job. I worry about you too.” You sighed moving on the bed to get more comfortable, leaning into his side as he wrapped his arm around you, being mindful of your sore hand.
“I want you to be able to talk to me about what happens at work, like how I tell you about my day. I don’t want you to bottle everything up or suffer on your own.” Minho whined kissing the top of your head.
His endearment and sincerity always astonished you. It was times like this that reminded you of how much Minho truly did care for you, that his sometimes stern and abrupt nature was always there because he cared for you.
You placed your hand on his thigh in an attempt to soothe him from his worry, but you understood how he felt, as you would feel the same if he had come home in the condition you had.
“Talk to me Y/N.” Minho’s hand rose to caress your hair adoringly; it sent tingles through your scalp as your hair shifted under his touch.
You hummed closing your eyes as you soaked in the comforting feeling of being in Minho’s arms.
“Can we talk after we eat and bathe?” You asked him, moving your position slightly so you could press a soft kiss into his cheek.
“You promise?” Minho asked with an arch of his brow, like he thought you were just saying this to change the subject, that you had no intention of talking about it later.
“I promise.” You assured him slotting your lips against Minho’s ignoring the sting from the cut on your lip.
Minho moved his lips with great caution and without letting the kiss last too long, he used his hands to gently grip the nape of your neck on either sides to tug you backward pulling your face away from his.
“Promise me one more thing.” Minho asked with a low voice, his forehead against yours and his eyes filled to the brim with love for you.
“Anything.” You responded without hesitation. It sounded dramatic, but you truly meant it, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for Minho.
“Always come home to me.” Minho stared directly into your eyes now, forehead still pressed to yours.
It was like a wave of overpowering love washed over you. The combination of the loving gaze he was giving you and the desperation of wanting you to understand how he felt for you, it was all so much to feel at once, but at the same time it wasn’t enough. You could never get enough of the love Minho showered you in.
“Always.” You responded back with a smile spread across your bruised cheeks, eyes lighting up as you watched the man you loved respond to your sudden happiness with a smile of his own.
The more you looked into his eyes, the more you understood how much he cared. Maybe it was time after all to start letting Minho in, to all parts of you.
A/N: this idea popped in my mind and i thought that the concept would suit Stray Kids' Minho perfectly 🥰
@sungbeam, lovely, thank you very much for all the support and help you offered me regarding this fic; your patience is a blessing. I will forever be thankful! 💕
Baby, there's nothing holding me back
Genre: strangers-to-lovers!au, angst with happy ending, fluff
Word count: 1.8k
Pairing: Lee Minho × fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of toxic household, some curse words, a fight, Haechan is Minho's rude brother, Minho's a softie. This work contains mentions of Nct Dream as "villains" (mostly Haechan). However, it doesn't reflect their true personalities, it's just a work of fiction, i love them a lot myself. Thus, please don't hate on the boys! 🧡
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The big, transparent water droplets brought by the rain hit your window like pebbles, blending with the pain in your heart and the tears on your face. It looked like the weather was crying for your loss too. After four hours of searching, you gave up, guided back in your room by the storm outside. Your little baby, a three month-old Scottish Fold cat, disappeared from the yard she was playing in, without a trace. With a bit of hope still, you had wandered around your little neighbourhood, but returned with nothing but emptiness and a broken heart.
You'd decided that you would start searching for the little soul again, after the rain stopped. You couldn't even bring yourself to think about her once gray, fluffy fur, being wet and flattened, leaving your little ball of sunshine with nothing but cold. Completely wallowing in your pity, you lost the track of time, only being brought back to reality by the doorbell ringing loudly. Roaming into the darkness of your own world, you didn't bother to grab something in case you needed to hit someone, opening the door without a second thought; and God, you didn't regret a single thing.
A few hours ago, Minho got a chance to escape his evil little brother's demands, his coping mechanism being a walk with his cats. He was sick of the life he had been living since Donghyuck moved with him, having to deal daily with not only him, but also his friends, the seven of them being well known as the 'Dreamies': "Minho, bring us this", "Minho, go clean that", and other demands he grew tired of.
The rain had calmed by now and his lips curled into an innocent, soft smile; which only seemed to grow bigger when he heard a soft "meow" behind him, turning almost immediately to see the little creature standing in front of him, drenched. It was a cute, gray cat, peering up at him for some kind of affection.
The boy went to her straight away, hugging her softly and looking for any sign of a potential owner. A shiny, golden collar caught his attention, and it looked like that was exactly what he was searching for. "Nyx; if lost, please return to Willow Alley 21." He was proud, silently praising the owner for being mindful and thinking about such situations. He grabbed the little kitten, sneaking her in his hoodie and zipping it up, her little head peeking at his other cats through the soft fabric.
Minho walked slowly to your house, noting the familiar scenery, since he lived in the same neighbourhood. He found himself standing in front of a welcoming, white door, then reached out to ring the doorbell. He waited patiently for someone to answer it, petting the lost kitten's head, before being interrupted by a little creak; and then, after you showed up, he felt like he was standing before an angel.
You, on the other side, were startled by the handsome stranger's presence, until you spotted the thing that made your heart fill with happiness again.
"Nyx!" You gasped, voice still hoarse after all the crying, but still pleasing to Minho's ears.
"I hope she's alright. I tried to keep her warm, like I would have done with my own." He smiled, his soft voice making you look at him, face adorned with admiration and joy.
Holding your beloved cat, you couldn't help but scan his face, his features secretly making you feel butterflies.
"My name is Y/N. What can I do for you in return? You're such an amazing human being, I should reward you somehow." The slight desperation in your voice took him off guard; you didn't have to do anything for him!
"I'm Minho, and I'm really glad that I could help, but there's nothing you have to do for me, I couldn't let her suffer there." He tried comforting you, but you weren't ready to let him go so fast.
"I insist! Whatever you want, whenever you need. Just please, let me return the favor to you somehow, Minho."
He loved the way your lips moved and said his name so beautifully. And then, an idea popped into his mind, boldness overwhelming him.
"Then let me take you out—on a date. Sounds like a win-win situation for both of us, don't you think?"
His sheepish way of flirting surprised you, though you had to admit that it amused you. His appearance, along with his charming looks and soft heart blended so well together, making you one of the luckiest people on Earth right then. How could you say no? It wasn't just the fact that a handsome boy showed up in front of your door, it was that he showed up in front of your door—with your lost cat cradled in his arms.
"If that's what you would like in return, who am I to deny you?"
He smirked, satisfied with your answer. "See you tomorrow, 7 pm, at Café Quinn, then. Don't be late, Y/N." He winked, then slowly made his way out of your yard.
You watched him leave, then hurried inside your house, leaning on the door with Nyx in your arms, smiling to yourself at the memory of the stranger with the cats. That was how your night passed.
Though, the beauty of the story had begun to fade the next day, 7:30 pm catching you still waiting for the mysterious boy.
"Don't be late, Y/N," you quoted his words from last night, a wave of anger taking over you. "How could you be such a fool? He was probably joking, stupid girl. What made you think he'll show up now?" You silently argued with your consciousness, letting out a tired sigh. You couldn't comprehend why you were bothering to wait anymore—you didn't even know him, so you did what you thought was the best: grabbed your purse and left the place.
Little did you know that Minho was in danger right now. He was on his way to the cafeteria, when he felt someone drag him to a different direction than the one he was planning to follow. He whimpered in pain when he felt his back making contact with the cold wall, seeing Haechan and his friends stand in front of him, evil grimaces adorning their faces.
"What the hell do you want?" he spat, the words followed by the venomous arrows his eyes threw at the younger boys.
"Why aren't you home right now? I already told you that my friends are coming over." Haechan's sarcastic tone resonated in the emptiness of the street.
"I'm not your personal servant, Donghyuck. I did enough, but I can't anymore. I have my own life."
The first to laugh at his brave remark was Mark, followed by six other mocking tones. Haechan signaled them to shut up, then approached his brother.
"Okay, I understand. You're free. You can leave now."
Minho waited for any sort of protest coming from the others, but nothing occurred. He shot them a last angry stare, before preparing to leave, but what had stopped him was a stinging pain on his face.
"But not before you take this, dear brother." He laughed along with the others, leaving Minho there, all alone, flabbergasted, and hurt. He knew he'd disappointed you, and all he wanted was to give you a proper excuse, though he knew you deserved better. His legs made their way to your house, the look on his face resembling a defeated puppy.
He couldn't help but almost tear up when he got the sweet deja-vu of yesterday, when everything was happy and normal. He also didn't know why he felt so guilty, but he blamed it on his stupid conception about love at first sight, one that he'd started to believe after meeting you. He repeated the actions from the other day, ringing your doorbell in search of you. And when you opened the door, with disappointment on your face, he couldn't hold it anymore. Clear, watery pearls gathered at the corners of his eyes and free-fell down the bruised slopes of his cheeks.
Your dress hugged your figure perfectly, your face wearing the natural make-up you put on perfectly; while he probably looked like an idiot, his cheek bruised, a little scratch visible, too, in the dim lights of the street.
"Minho…? What—what happened to you?" You asked, anger long gone at the sight of your date, the worry in your voice tensing him even more.
"I… was planning to tell you about my life today, but I guess some stories are meant to remain untold." His words pierced through your chest like needles, an unfamiliar pain bothering you.
"I… guess it's not that late, yet. Please, come in. We should take care of you first."
He got in, closing the door behind him, going to where you pointed at the couch. As he sat, his mouth let some words slip again, his trembling voice making you shiver. "I… don't deserve your attention right now. You don't have to do anything for me, please. It was terrible of me for letting you wait."
You approached him, gently grabbing his cheek and applied a piece of cotton drenched in iodine to the scratch on his face. He sighed, looking straight in your eyes.
"It's not your fault, Minho. I didn't react well myself, I judged you too early. But I'm not mad anymore, I'm glad that you came to me."
Nyx seemed to sense the sad tension in the house, crawling into the boy's lap, engulfing him in her welcoming warmth. A tear threatened to escape the boy's eyes, but you wiped it swiftly.
"Look at me, Minho. If we are meant to be, there won't be anything to hold the two of us back. We can always meet another time. Plus, the day isn't even over. We can still do something like teach a movie, right here."
If he had any tears in his eyes right now, they would surely be happy ones. His dark orbs held stars in them, lit up by the comfort of your words. He was happy that you felt the bond between the two of you as well, and he didn't want to have it other way. He would do anything, just to be able to call you his sometime. Holding your waist softly, his lips pressed to your blush powdered cheek, leaving a soft kiss there, a promise that the two of you would be fine.
Later on, you would have never thought that the guy who brought your lost kitten back would also be the guy who would light your boring life up with happiness and love, carrying true feelings that led you to start a pure-hearted relationship after a few more dates, leaving no untold stories behind.
In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the quoteonlyprompts collection.
Prompt:
Person A: "I'm trying to do homework!"
Person B: "But I'm bored! I want cuddles and kisses!"
Person A: "I"m pretty sure you have homework to do..."
Person B: "Screw homework!"
Person A: *goes on a rant about how homework is the essence of life*
Person B shuts Person A up with a kiss and Person A ends up in a make-out session with Person B instead of getting their homework done.
Thominho Week Day 4: Softness/comfort
I went with the "softness" more than the comfort (I figured I ought to write some fluff this time instead of a bunch of angst, or at least, I tried ), but you're welcome to interpret some parts as "comfort".
Title inspired by the song Shut Up and Dance.
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"How can you do this?" Minho asked his sweet boyfriend, rolling over on the bed dramatically. The neat quiff bouncing on the top of his head protested, but due to the hair gell, it had little choice but to stay put.
"I need to get homework done," Thomas said, scribbling furiously onto his paper and letting out a sigh. The muscular boy was persistent in the best of times; that's what made him a great boyfriend, but it was really annoying when Thomas was attempting to do homework. "Can you not, please?" Though he knew Minho would not stop, it wouldn't hurt to try...
...Would it?
"But why? To-om!" Minho groaned, blinking twice, he crawled into a begging position and stared at his boyfriend with his best puppy eyes which were admittingly, pretty good, but not good enough to sway the other boy. "How can you leave me here to suffer and do homework instead of me? Just imagine, you could be doing this! Newsflash: your boyfriend is suffering and it's all your fault! It's not like it's painful if you just help me out here...How very cruel of you."
"Shut up, Minho," the brunet muttered, redirecting his attention to his keyboard and tapping on it insistently.
Someone, remind him to get a better mouse.
"But whyyyy?" Minho drew out his sentence.
"Minho, I'm trying to do homework. Go bug someone else," Thomas snapped, whipping his eyes towards the luminescent screen.
Minho rolled his eyes and as the clock ticked away, devised a plan. If homework had his boyfriend completely sucked in, he would forcefully pull him out. Minho rolled up his sleeves, and as always, Thomas, despite what he said, started to drool. Every shucking time!
The Asian put on his best cocky smirk and tilted his head to the side, making his best seductive face.
"That's not fair, Minho!" Thomas whined, fighting to look away from Minho's bulked-up figure. "You know that I have to keep up my GPA! I'm on a scholarship, ya know, not all of us can afford to pay for our school fees –––"
The black-haired boy knew that his boyfriend was technically correct, but he demanded kisses and cuddles with his boyfriend! He would not let a stupid GPA stand between him and Thomas' frame and his weird sense of humour, and in general, take him away from spending time with Thomas.
"We're done."
The silence that came after that was deafening.
The younger one's eyes widened, the brown irises glistening with unshed tears. He swallowed difficultly; he couldn't believe this was happening. Minho was obviously too good to be true (how could someone like him end up with Minho?), but this ending seemed too...anti-climatic. "Do you...did you really mean that...?"
Minho sighed ruefully, and that was it, Thomas realised. That was the last time Minho was going to ever talk to him. "No."
Thomas rubbed at his nape and eyes widened, requesting Minho to repeat what he said.
Minho did as requested, and the brunet seethed. "You...that's not fair!" He complained once more.
"What's not fair, Tom?" Minho inquired, feigning innocence. He was laughing internally at Thomas' flushed cheeks, but he couldn't offend his boyfriend, could he?
Thomas' deadpan look flattened that immediately. "You seducing me and then pretending to break up with me to stop me from doing homework."
"But it's homework that's due the next next week!" Minho said, emphasising the next next week. "And I want cuddles, kisses!"
"It's called 'two weeks after', shank," Thomas murmured, rolling his eyes. "Besides, I'm pretty sure your homework is due on Friday."
"Shuck homework!" Minho yelled, stomping his feet childishly.
Thomas, meanwhile, was trying valiantly to look away from the delicious picture of Minho's sweaty, tanned skin, and what was worse was that Minho had started taking off his shirt and shorts, leaving him in only a pair of underwear.
Thomas blinked persistently; he was going to get this essay finished no matter what.
"Awww, you're no fun." Minho's whine let him realise he had said the previous sentence out loud – good.
"Can you put some clothes on?" Thomas sighed, gesturing to the pile of abandoned, crumpled cloth on his pillow.
"Nope," Minho smirked. "If you can't do homework while dealing with this awesomeness, do it another time."
Ignoring the shrieks of Thomas' "another time? another time?", he sat down near the headboard and winked cheesily at Thomas, who blushed furiously.
"Ugh," Thomas muttered, sitting down on his plush chair heavily. "I hate you, Minho."
"Love you too, Honey," Minho grinned widely, his lips stretched across his face.
Thomas managed to get in a couple more minutes of focus, all of which was unbearable for Minho.
"Okay, that's it," Minho started, placing his bigger palms on Thomas' shoulders and dragging him to the bed. "Homework is useless. Nobody cares about it, let alone homework that's due two weeks from now!" He gestured wildly while complaining, and Thomas thought it looked rather comical paired with his mostly nude body.
However, he was more hung up on the statement. "Excuse me?" Thomas questioned rhetorically, whipping his head quickly to Minho's direction. "Are you insane? There's scientific proof that homework makes information explained in class easier to remember. If it's not busywork, homework can account for most of your review and can even teach you something new. According to WICKED, a research organisation focused on the brain, it –––"
He was shut up by Minho's lips smashing almost violently against his. "Do me a favour and shut up, Thomas," Minho told Thomas, pressing a thick finger to his swollen, cupid brow lips.
"You can't do that!" Thomas protested, but made no move to stop Minho.
Yes! Minho cheered internally. "I love you, Tom."
Thomas sighed. "You're a piece-of-klunk and a complete pain, but I love you, too, for some reason or another..."
"Now kiss me," Minho demanded, making grabby hands and forcing Thomas under him.
"Sir, yes, Sir," Thomas said with his best salute. "Whatever you say."
And without further ado, Minho smashed his lips against Thomas' once more, savouring the taste of his adorable boyfriend.
