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♡ short summary: on a snowy morning, you make two new friends: a cat and one of your new neighbors
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You yawn while you make coffee. It's only 7am, and your job starts at 9am, but you woke up so early because you're the type of person who prefers to do all her habits. Coffee is essential for you, especially since you moved to Seoul alone and started working extra hours. You simply cannot stay awake without a big cup of coffee, so the espresso machine is your best friend.
After your cup is full, you sit down at the small table in your kitchen, phone and notebook in hands. You text your mom "Good morning," then check your to-do list for the project you're working on. You are so caught up in your thoughts about your work that you almost miss the faint meow coming from your garden. You stop and listen carefully and there it is again: a thin sound like a child's cry, coming from somewhere near the door at the entrance of your house. You quickly look out the kitchen window, but you see nothing. It's winter, and the sun hasn't had time to rise yet, probably being blocked by fluffy snow clouds as well. It's probably going to snow soon.
You've always loved cats, but your parents never let you have one. But you find them absolutely adorable and, if someone were to ask you what kind of animal you want to be, you'd choose to be a cat. So the thought that a cat might be outside, in the cold, worries you. You abandon the notebook you were looking at and the cup of coffee you didn't get to drink from, you put on your coat directly over your fluffy pajamas and put on your boots.
You open the door and quickly go down the three steps of the house, only to notice that it is really snowing. The flakes are small, and the white layer is barely noticeable, but on the stone path of the yard, you can see some traces of small paws through the snow.
The cat went through your yard, then probably went out somewhere on the street. You start after her, following her paws, determined to adopt her if you don't find any medallion around her neck. You go out into the street and look around you, looking for other footprints. You notice that the cat jumped from your fence directly onto the sidewalk, stopping a few houses away. You see her, a small black spot in the middle of the landscape that is starting to turn white. She stands in front of the gate of one of your neighbors. You haven't moved to this street for a long time, so you haven't had time to get to know your neighbors. Does her owner live there?
The cat noticed that you left your yard, turning towards you and looking at you curiously.
"Hey, little one."
She continues to look at you as you start to take small steps towards her. You don't want to scare her and run away.
"Is that where you live? What are you doing outside at this hour?"
You keep talking to her until you cover half of the road that separates you. You stop and sit down, and the cat gets up.
"Don't run. I won't hurt you."
To your surprise, the cat does not run away, but takes a step towards you.
"I live a few houses away. You passed by my yard earlier. Remember?"
Maybe it seems silly that you are talking to an animal and you most likely look like a crazy person now, but you don't care. Your mom used to tell you that animals can tell what kind of person you are just by the way you talk to them. So you want to show to this black ball of fur that you are not a bad person. And it seems to work, because the cat approaches you cautiously.
"It's ok." you tell her. "You can come closer if you want."
The cat comes closer, now only a few steps away from you. You hold out your hand slowly, letting her sniff you until the cat pushes her little head into your palm. She starts purring while letting herself be caressed by you.
"You're not wet, so you haven't been out for a long time. Did you come from a house or hide somewhere?"
You scratch the small animal under the chin.
"You have no collar around your neck. What am I going to do with you?"
One of the cat's ears moves to the left, towards the yard in front of which you found her. She stops purring, then turns her head completely in that direction. You follow her gaze and notice a boy looking at you. The gate is open behind him, an the cat runs towards him and starts rubbing against his bare feet, shod only in black plastic slippers.
You get up and put your frozen hands in the pockets of your coat. The boy doesn't move. He's wearing the fluffiest, longest jacket you've ever seen, but he didn't bother to zip it. Judging by his tousled hair, it looks like he just woke up from his sleep, but you still think it's strange that he went out in just slippers in such a cold weather. However, you decide to ignore it.
"I'm sorry. I heard her meowing and I thought she was a stray cat." you tell the stranger.
He keeps looking at you without saying anything and without moving. Only the cat seems to hear you because it comes back to you, now purring between your legs.
Maybe he's deaf. Or simply not to stand strangers. But you still decide to give him another chance.
"I live next to you. I didn't know it was your cat."
The boy's eyes move from your face to the cat that steps on your boots. You suddenly feel embarrassed. Does he think that you wanted to steal his cat? You don't know how to get out of this situation, so you look at the animal as well.
"It's not my cat."
The boy speaks for the first time, making you almost flinch. He opens his right fist, letting you see a small packet of cat food.
"I just came to give him a snack." he continued.
He remains still again, his palm still open. Judging by the slightly confused expression on his face, he doesn't know exactly what to do next.
"So she's really a stray cat?" you ask.
"A kind of." the boy withdraws his hand, now looking at the food package. "He was a house cat until a few months ago. His owner died and he just refused to leave the house."
You notice that he refers to the cat with 'he'. So the cat is a male.
The stranger points to one of the neighboring houses, then you realize that it really seems uninhabited. You don't remember even once seeing the light on or a trace of movement. Suddenly you feel even more sorry for the poor cat. You lean down again, smoothing the black, shiny fur with your palm.
"Why has no one adopted him?"
"I guess he doesn't want to be adopted. I tried, but he didn't get along with my other cats at all. He always wanted to go outside and go back to his ex's house. So I let him do what he wanted."
The boy approaches you, standing and watching how the cat caresses you.
"It's weird though." he continued.
"What do you mean?"
You look up at him and for the first time you see him properly. The place where he was standing earlier was darker and hid his features, but now he is standing directly in the light of the street lamp.
He is beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful person you have met in your life. His hair is as black and shiny as a cat's fur, and his features are almost perfect. He has that kind of beauty that makes him look cold, almost unreal. In fact, he really seems like a cold person. Everything, from the intonation of the voice, to the position of the body, make him seem like that kind of indifferent person, difficult to approach. But something in his look makes you melt. The way he looks at the cat, with so much care and love, makes you think that maybe he is not what he seems.
"He doesn't like people. His ex-owner was old. She lived alone and didn't really interact with people. I guess he was raised the same way." the boy explains.
The cat meows, and the brunette smiles. A real, warm smile.
"I used to do their shopping, so he knew me. I guess that's why he accepted me. He usually runs away from other people."
He stops and looks directly into your eyes. You don't know why, but you have the impression that all the air is stuck somewhere in your throat.
"Looks like he likes you." the stranger concludes. It's your turn to smile.
"Well, it means we have something in common. Because I like him too." you say.
"Do you want to feed him?"
You hesitate for a few moments.
"Are you sure?"
In response, the boy tears off the end of the food bag. He sits next to you in the same position as you, then hands you the food.
"Don't worry. I'm here in case things go wrong." he says, waiting for you to take the package.
You don't know exactly why, but the fact that he is there really calms you down. You take the bag of food, and your fingers touch. Despite the cold, his hand feels warm, and you can swear you felt a shiver when you touched.
You press lightly on the plastic, letting a small amount of food come out. The cat sniffs, then starts to lick the cream.
"Looks like you worried for nothing."
You silently approve of the boy, enjoying the cat's purring. He eats slowly, but with pleasure.
"Do you like it, buddy?" you ask the little animal.
"He sure likes it. It's his favorite brand of food."
You look at the boy next to you again.
"You take care of him?"
"Yes. His ex-owner's family lives in America. They don't come here very often. Because I was used to the surroundings, they let me take care of the house. It was instinctive to take responsibility for him, I guess. I bought him a special door through which he can enter and leave the house when he wants, and I always make sure that he has food and fresh water." he explains.
You are thinking of the old woman. It must have been very difficult for her to live alone here, while her family is so far away. You have only been away from your hometown for a few months, but you already feel the pressure of living alone, far from your family.
"So that's why he looks so well cared for. You're doing a great job of taking care of him." you say, without giving voice to the thoughts in your head.
"You're not from here either, are you?"
The boy suddenly asks the question, which makes you look at him. You meet his intense, searching gaze. He's been watching you for a while, and it seems he's read your thoughts. You feel your cheeks heating up, and you're sure he can see the blush starting to form on your cheekbones.
"No. I recently moved from Busan. My uncle was generous to me and let me stay in his house." you explain, pointing to your house.
The coincidence means that your uncle and his family are also away in America.
"Wait. Your uncle is Mr. Park?"
"Yes." you approve
The boy looks like he's thinking for a moment.
"Well, maybe that's why he seems to have chosen you." he points to the cat." He's been out around the neighborhood for a while, so we can say that you're both new around here. I think he felt that you could understand him."
His conclusion seems logical.
"You're right. I work most of the time. I haven't had time to meet anyone."
"I'm Lee Minho."
You already notice that the boy has a habit of reacting without you expecting it. That kind of person who never lets you know his next move. He stands with his hand outstretched, waiting for you to take it. He looks you straight in the eye, without breaking eye contact even for a second.
"Y/n." you introduce yourself slowly and shake his hand, having a strange feeling in your stomach due to his intense gaze.
"Now you know someone."
You understand what his gesture means, and then you realize that he is everything else, but never a cold person. Maybe this image is a self-defense mechanism. You don't know. But Minho is definitely the kind of person who cares about the people around him. A lot.
There is something about him that makes you curious. You want to know more about him, to go beyond this reserved, but still direct side of him.
However, your time together is running out. The cat has almost finished eating, and you have to get ready for work if you don't want to be late. But you are determined to find out at least one thing about him, no matter how small it is, before you leave.
"You said you have other cats, right?"
When he hears your question, his face lights up.
"Yes. Actually, I have three. All three are adopted at different intervals of time. They are two orange and one gray. The gray one is the youngest, but he ignores me the most."
The happiness in his voice when he talks about his cats is priceless. And because it's already starting to light up outside, you can see the twinkle in his eyes. He definitely loves them a lot.
Can someone who loves animals so much be a bad person?
"And what is their name?" you ask him, because you want to see more of that happiness on his beautiful face.
"Soonie, Doongie and Dori." Minho answers you breathlessly, as if he was just waiting for the question and had the answer ready on the tip of his lips.
"What happened to Boongie? Was he taken by someone else already?" you joking.
Minho grins at the corner of his lips, snorting like you just told him he can't finish a challenge. You find this extremely attractive.
"I would have fought for copyright if that was necessary." he begins. "But I never thought of using that name."
A snowflake lands on your nose, and you startle. Both of you look up. The snow started to fall in a larger quantity, with bigger and bigger flakes. The snow gets stuck in your uncovered hair, sits on your coat and slowly disappears. Soon the white layer will be bigger, and you can only hope that the cat, now curled up next to the warmth of your body, will take shelter in his house.
"And what is his name?"
At the same time you said the question, Minho was moving. He nonchalantly raises his hand and places it above your head, in an attempt to protect your head from the snowflakes.
A strange feeling takes over your stomach again. Now you know what it is: butterflies.
"I don’t know." he answers you as if nothing had happened. "I never heard Mrs. Cho call him by name."
His look is innocent, as if he is doing the most normal and trivial thing. You don't see any hidden intentions in the way he looks at you. He is simply good and that's a
Maybe you are misinterpreting his actions.
"I see." you say, giving the cat the last bit of his food.
"I think we can give him a name. I don't think it bothers him. What name do you think suits him best?" Minho asks.
"A name?"
You start to think. What name suits this adorable ball of black fur?
"We could call him Boongie, but…”
You take a short break, and your face lights up when an idea comes to you.
"I found him following the footprints he left in the snow. I think Paw suits him."
Minho smiles, then looks at the cat.
"What do you think? Do you like Paw?"
The cat looks at him and slowly closes his eyes, then rubs his head against one of Minho's knees.
"I guess that's a yes." the boy noted. "And I think he just finished his snack."
"Yes, you are right."
You take Minho's last words as a sign that you should all get back to what you were doing. And he is right. You still have to get to work. You get up, and the brunette follows you. The hand with which he protected your head finds your elbow, helping you in a respectful way to get up.
"Thank you." you tell him, being sure that his hand must be frozen. "And thank you for introducing me to Paw as well."
"It's not a big deal." Minho answers you.
You're not sure what he means exactly.
There comes a moment when it seems that both of you don't know what to say or do. Suddenly, the brunette in front of you looks shy. You are determined to shorten his suffering, so you open your mouth to say goodbye, but it is his voice that you hear instead of your own.
"Are you busy today?" he asks you.
You're shocked by his question. Maybe you didn't interpret so wrong after all.
"Unfortunately, I'm at work."
You notice the disappointment on his face.
"But if you work too, we can go together as long as our paths cross." you add quickly.
"Today is my day off." he says, and it's your turn to be disappointed. "But actually I..." He pauses to scratch the back of his head, then continues. "I have something to take from the store. I can accompany you if you want."
You hardly control your smile. It's so obvious he lied. Who needs to shop at an hour like this?
"Are you sure about this?" you ask him.
"Hey! It's really my day off. I woke up now because this is the time I usually give Paw his snack and I didn't want to keep him waiting, then I noticed I didn't have..." he stops again. "Cat food. Why are you smiling like that?"
"I was wondering if you're sure you don't mind going with me." you say, ignoring your thoughts and his last question.
"Oh, this." he begins.
You lost this fight.. You cover your mouth with your hand, suppressing a giggle. Minho shrugged, trying to look cool.
"I have to get cat food anyway. Is 30 minutes enough for you?"
He gives you a wide smile in turn.
"I try."
Your answer does not seem to satisfy him because his eyebrow rises. Here's another thing you learned about Lee Minho: it's an avalanche of feelings and reactions.
"I'll see you at your gate in 30 minutes."
With these last words, Minho takes the empty package from your hand, then starts towards his house.
You do the same, with a silly smile on your face, and Paw following in your footsteps.
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♡ pairing: bang chan x reader
♡ genre: angst, fluff
♡ tw: low self-esteem
♡ short summary: you are disappointed with yourself and want to move back to your country, but Chan has a confession to make
♡ request: Hi I liked your bangchan fake texts, could I please request one where he's confessing his feelings to the reader for the first time, maybe a bit of angst but ending very fluffy. It's okay if this isn't something you'd like to do! Anyways have a nice day :)
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Masterlist ☾ Coffee ☾ Request ☾ Tell me what you're thinking
ⓒ All rights reserved @violet211221. please do not modify or repost my work in another language, form or platform without my permission. thank you
♡ request open: feel free to send me your requests
♡ pairing: lee know x reader
♡ genre: fluff, literally fluff
♡ tw: mentions of death
♡ word count: 3.2k
♡ short summary: on a snowy morning, you make two new friends: a cat and one of your new neighbors
♡ support my work - if you want to directly support my writing, you can buy me a coffee here
You yawn while you make coffee. It's only 7am, and your job starts at 9am, but you woke up so early because you're the type of person who prefers to do all her habits. Coffee is essential for you, especially since you moved to Seoul alone and started working extra hours. You simply cannot stay awake without a big cup of coffee, so the espresso machine is your best friend.
After your cup is full, you sit down at the small table in your kitchen, phone and notebook in hands. You text your mom "Good morning," then check your to-do list for the project you're working on. You are so caught up in your thoughts about your work that you almost miss the faint meow coming from your garden. You stop and listen carefully and there it is again: a thin sound like a child's cry, coming from somewhere near the door at the entrance of your house. You quickly look out the kitchen window, but you see nothing. It's winter, and the sun hasn't had time to rise yet, probably being blocked by fluffy snow clouds as well. It's probably going to snow soon.
You've always loved cats, but your parents never let you have one. But you find them absolutely adorable and, if someone were to ask you what kind of animal you want to be, you'd choose to be a cat. So the thought that a cat might be outside, in the cold, worries you. You abandon the notebook you were looking at and the cup of coffee you didn't get to drink from, you put on your coat directly over your fluffy pajamas and put on your boots.
You open the door and quickly go down the three steps of the house, only to notice that it is really snowing. The flakes are small, and the white layer is barely noticeable, but on the stone path of the yard, you can see some traces of small paws through the snow.
The cat went through your yard, then probably went out somewhere on the street. You start after her, following her paws, determined to adopt her if you don't find any medallion around her neck. You go out into the street and look around you, looking for other footprints. You notice that the cat jumped from your fence directly onto the sidewalk, stopping a few houses away. You see her, a small black spot in the middle of the landscape that is starting to turn white. She stands in front of the gate of one of your neighbors. You haven't moved to this street for a long time, so you haven't had time to get to know your neighbors. Does her owner live there?
The cat noticed that you left your yard, turning towards you and looking at you curiously.
"Hey, little one."
She continues to look at you as you start to take small steps towards her. You don't want to scare her and run away.
"Is that where you live? What are you doing outside at this hour?"
You keep talking to her until you cover half of the road that separates you. You stop and sit down, and the cat gets up.
"Don't run. I won't hurt you."
To your surprise, the cat does not run away, but takes a step towards you.
"I live a few houses away. You passed by my yard earlier. Remember?"
Maybe it seems silly that you are talking to an animal and you most likely look like a crazy person now, but you don't care. Your mom used to tell you that animals can tell what kind of person you are just by the way you talk to them. So you want to show to this black ball of fur that you are not a bad person. And it seems to work, because the cat approaches you cautiously.
"It's ok." you tell her. "You can come closer if you want."
The cat comes closer, now only a few steps away from you. You hold out your hand slowly, letting her sniff you until the cat pushes her little head into your palm. She starts purring while letting herself be caressed by you.
"You're not wet, so you haven't been out for a long time. Did you come from a house or hide somewhere?"
You scratch the small animal under the chin.
"You have no collar around your neck. What am I going to do with you?"
One of the cat's ears moves to the left, towards the yard in front of which you found her. She stops purring, then turns her head completely in that direction. You follow her gaze and notice a boy looking at you. The gate is open behind him, an the cat runs towards him and starts rubbing against his bare feet, shod only in black plastic slippers.
You get up and put your frozen hands in the pockets of your coat. The boy doesn't move. He's wearing the fluffiest, longest jacket you've ever seen, but he didn't bother to zip it. Judging by his tousled hair, it looks like he just woke up from his sleep, but you still think it's strange that he went out in just slippers in such a cold weather. However, you decide to ignore it.
"I'm sorry. I heard her meowing and I thought she was a stray cat." you tell the stranger.
He keeps looking at you without saying anything and without moving. Only the cat seems to hear you because it comes back to you, now purring between your legs.
Maybe he's deaf. Or simply not to stand strangers. But you still decide to give him another chance.
"I live next to you. I didn't know it was your cat."
The boy's eyes move from your face to the cat that steps on your boots. You suddenly feel embarrassed. Does he think that you wanted to steal his cat? You don't know how to get out of this situation, so you look at the animal as well.
"It's not my cat."
The boy speaks for the first time, making you almost flinch. He opens his right fist, letting you see a small packet of cat food.
"I just came to give him a snack." he continued.
He remains still again, his palm still open. Judging by the slightly confused expression on his face, he doesn't know exactly what to do next.
"So she's really a stray cat?" you ask.
"A kind of." the boy withdraws his hand, now looking at the food package. "He was a house cat until a few months ago. His owner died and he just refused to leave the house."
You notice that he refers to the cat with 'he'. So the cat is a male.
The stranger points to one of the neighboring houses, then you realize that it really seems uninhabited. You don't remember even once seeing the light on or a trace of movement. Suddenly you feel even more sorry for the poor cat. You lean down again, smoothing the black, shiny fur with your palm.
"Why has no one adopted him?"
"I guess he doesn't want to be adopted. I tried, but he didn't get along with my other cats at all. He always wanted to go outside and go back to his ex's house. So I let him do what he wanted."
The boy approaches you, standing and watching how the cat caresses you.
"It's weird though." he continued.
"What do you mean?"
You look up at him and for the first time you see him properly. The place where he was standing earlier was darker and hid his features, but now he is standing directly in the light of the street lamp.
He is beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful person you have met in your life. His hair is as black and shiny as a cat's fur, and his features are almost perfect. He has that kind of beauty that makes him look cold, almost unreal. In fact, he really seems like a cold person. Everything, from the intonation of the voice, to the position of the body, make him seem like that kind of indifferent person, difficult to approach. But something in his look makes you melt. The way he looks at the cat, with so much care and love, makes you think that maybe he is not what he seems.
"He doesn't like people. His ex-owner was old. She lived alone and didn't really interact with people. I guess he was raised the same way." the boy explains.
The cat meows, and the brunette smiles. A real, warm smile.
"I used to do their shopping, so he knew me. I guess that's why he accepted me. He usually runs away from other people."
He stops and looks directly into your eyes. You don't know why, but you have the impression that all the air is stuck somewhere in your throat.
"Looks like he likes you." the stranger concludes. It's your turn to smile.
"Well, it means we have something in common. Because I like him too." you say.
"Do you want to feed him?"
You hesitate for a few moments.
"Are you sure?"
In response, the boy tears off the end of the food bag. He sits next to you in the same position as you, then hands you the food.
"Don't worry. I'm here in case things go wrong." he says, waiting for you to take the package.
You don't know exactly why, but the fact that he is there really calms you down. You take the bag of food, and your fingers touch. Despite the cold, his hand feels warm, and you can swear you felt a shiver when you touched.
You press lightly on the plastic, letting a small amount of food come out. The cat sniffs, then starts to lick the cream.
"Looks like you worried for nothing."
You silently approve of the boy, enjoying the cat's purring. He eats slowly, but with pleasure.
"Do you like it, buddy?" you ask the little animal.
"He sure likes it. It's his favorite brand of food."
You look at the boy next to you again.
"You take care of him?"
"Yes. His ex-owner's family lives in America. They don't come here very often. Because I was used to the surroundings, they let me take care of the house. It was instinctive to take responsibility for him, I guess. I bought him a special door through which he can enter and leave the house when he wants, and I always make sure that he has food and fresh water." he explains.
You are thinking of the old woman. It must have been very difficult for her to live alone here, while her family is so far away. You have only been away from your hometown for a few months, but you already feel the pressure of living alone, far from your family.
"So that's why he looks so well cared for. You're doing a great job of taking care of him." you say, without giving voice to the thoughts in your head.
"You're not from here either, are you?"
The boy suddenly asks the question, which makes you look at him. You meet his intense, searching gaze. He's been watching you for a while, and it seems he's read your thoughts. You feel your cheeks heating up, and you're sure he can see the blush starting to form on your cheekbones.
"No. I recently moved from Busan. My uncle was generous to me and let me stay in his house." you explain, pointing to your house.
The coincidence means that your uncle and his family are also away in America.
"Wait. Your uncle is Mr. Park?"
"Yes." you approve
The boy looks like he's thinking for a moment.
"Well, maybe that's why he seems to have chosen you." he points to the cat." He's been out around the neighborhood for a while, so we can say that you're both new around here. I think he felt that you could understand him."
His conclusion seems logical.
"You're right. I work most of the time. I haven't had time to meet anyone."
"I'm Lee Minho."
You already notice that the boy has a habit of reacting without you expecting it. That kind of person who never lets you know his next move. He stands with his hand outstretched, waiting for you to take it. He looks you straight in the eye, without breaking eye contact even for a second.
"Y/n." you introduce yourself slowly and shake his hand, having a strange feeling in your stomach due to his intense gaze.
"Now you know someone."
You understand what his gesture means, and then you realize that he is everything else, but never a cold person. Maybe this image is a self-defense mechanism. You don't know. But Minho is definitely the kind of person who cares about the people around him. A lot.
There is something about him that makes you curious. You want to know more about him, to go beyond this reserved, but still direct side of him.
However, your time together is running out. The cat has almost finished eating, and you have to get ready for work if you don't want to be late. But you are determined to find out at least one thing about him, no matter how small it is, before you leave.
"You said you have other cats, right?"
When he hears your question, his face lights up.
"Yes. Actually, I have three. All three are adopted at different intervals of time. They are two orange and one gray. The gray one is the youngest, but he ignores me the most."
The happiness in his voice when he talks about his cats is priceless. And because it's already starting to light up outside, you can see the twinkle in his eyes. He definitely loves them a lot.
Can someone who loves animals so much be a bad person?
"And what is their name?" you ask him, because you want to see more of that happiness on his beautiful face.
"Soonie, Doongie and Dori." Minho answers you breathlessly, as if he was just waiting for the question and had the answer ready on the tip of his lips.
"What happened to Boongie? Was he taken by someone else already?" you joking.
Minho grins at the corner of his lips, snorting like you just told him he can't finish a challenge. You find this extremely attractive.
"I would have fought for copyright if that was necessary." he begins. "But I never thought of using that name."
A snowflake lands on your nose, and you startle. Both of you look up. The snow started to fall in a larger quantity, with bigger and bigger flakes. The snow gets stuck in your uncovered hair, sits on your coat and slowly disappears. Soon the white layer will be bigger, and you can only hope that the cat, now curled up next to the warmth of your body, will take shelter in his house.
"And what is his name?"
At the same time you said the question, Minho was moving. He nonchalantly raises his hand and places it above your head, in an attempt to protect your head from the snowflakes.
A strange feeling takes over your stomach again. Now you know what it is: butterflies.
"I don’t know." he answers you as if nothing had happened. "I never heard Mrs. Cho call him by name."
His look is innocent, as if he is doing the most normal and trivial thing. You don't see any hidden intentions in the way he looks at you. He is simply good and that's a
Maybe you are misinterpreting his actions.
"I see." you say, giving the cat the last bit of his food.
"I think we can give him a name. I don't think it bothers him. What name do you think suits him best?" Minho asks.
"A name?"
You start to think. What name suits this adorable ball of black fur?
"We could call him Boongie, but…”
You take a short break, and your face lights up when an idea comes to you.
"I found him following the footprints he left in the snow. I think Paw suits him."
Minho smiles, then looks at the cat.
"What do you think? Do you like Paw?"
The cat looks at him and slowly closes his eyes, then rubs his head against one of Minho's knees.
"I guess that's a yes." the boy noted. "And I think he just finished his snack."
"Yes, you are right."
You take Minho's last words as a sign that you should all get back to what you were doing. And he is right. You still have to get to work. You get up, and the brunette follows you. The hand with which he protected your head finds your elbow, helping you in a respectful way to get up.
"Thank you." you tell him, being sure that his hand must be frozen. "And thank you for introducing me to Paw as well."
"It's not a big deal." Minho answers you.
You're not sure what he means exactly.
There comes a moment when it seems that both of you don't know what to say or do. Suddenly, the brunette in front of you looks shy. You are determined to shorten his suffering, so you open your mouth to say goodbye, but it is his voice that you hear instead of your own.
"Are you busy today?" he asks you.
You're shocked by his question. Maybe you didn't interpret so wrong after all.
"Unfortunately, I'm at work."
You notice the disappointment on his face.
"But if you work too, we can go together as long as our paths cross." you add quickly.
"Today is my day off." he says, and it's your turn to be disappointed. "But actually I..." He pauses to scratch the back of his head, then continues. "I have something to take from the store. I can accompany you if you want."
You hardly control your smile. It's so obvious he lied. Who needs to shop at an hour like this?
"Are you sure about this?" you ask him.
"Hey! It's really my day off. I woke up now because this is the time I usually give Paw his snack and I didn't want to keep him waiting, then I noticed I didn't have..." he stops again. "Cat food. Why are you smiling like that?"
"I was wondering if you're sure you don't mind going with me." you say, ignoring your thoughts and his last question.
"Oh, this." he begins.
You lost this fight.. You cover your mouth with your hand, suppressing a giggle. Minho shrugged, trying to look cool.
"I have to get cat food anyway. Is 30 minutes enough for you?"
He gives you a wide smile in turn.
"I try."
Your answer does not seem to satisfy him because his eyebrow rises. Here's another thing you learned about Lee Minho: it's an avalanche of feelings and reactions.
"I'll see you at your gate in 30 minutes."
With these last words, Minho takes the empty package from your hand, then starts towards his house.
You do the same, with a silly smile on your face, and Paw following in your footsteps.
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This morning I woke up with an idea for a one shot. My problem is that the only member I can think of is Jungkook from BTS. No matter how much I tried to go with an SKZ member, I simply have the impression that it doesn't work. 😂
So I started seriously thinking about posting BTS stuff. They are a huge part of me, and I never intended for this blog to be exclusively about Stray Kids, but about me and my writing.
I have to think about it. I feel like I'm a little confused right now, I don't know exactly what I want to do.
This is a little update. Curently I am not very well mentally. My moods usually come and go, but recently they have started to be more and more present with me. I'm working on two one shots now, but I don't know exactly when I'll be able to post them. It's very hard for me to concentrate, I feel like I can't gather my thoughts. But I try. 😊
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♡ pairing: bang chan x reader
♡ genre: stable relationship, fluff
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♡ short summary: your boyfriend Chan couldn't make it to a New Year's party, but he's got a surprise for you
♡ a/n: this one shot is based on this fake text as inspiration
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"I'm so sorry, baby. I haven't finished the schedule yet."
You look sadly at the messages that appear on your phone screen. You can practically see Chan quickly typing on his phone, huddled in a corner where no one can see him.
"I don't know when I'll get there tonight. I'm so sorry." he writes you again.
You look at the clock. It's 3:22pm, the last day of the year. You and Chan were supposed to go to the New Year's party of a small group of mutual friends, one of the rare occasions when you two show off as a couple. It's still early, right? You two have to be there at 7pm, there's still a chance that Chan will arrive early enough to...
"But you can go there if you want. You don't have to miss the fun because of me. I promise I'll try to get there as soon as I can."
Your hope is gone. Your boyfriend just subtly let you know that there was no way he was going to catch this party. And without him, there is no fun for you.
"Y/n?"
"I'm here, Channie. I just got out of the shower.” you type back.
You hate to lie to him, but you don't want to make him feel bad. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to go out with this man. You knew from the beginning how full is his schedule and you were never really upset when he canceled a date. The truth is that you love him so much that you always support his career.
"Don't worry, love. I will stay at home and wait for you."
"Are you sure about this?" comes his answer.
"Very sure. We can have our own party."
You think for a few moments.
"Please don't feel guilty. I'm really not mad at all." you add quickly, before he has a chance to type anything.
And this is the truth. You're not upset that you two don't make it to the party anymore. You are angry because you know Chan feels guilty. You know that every time he has to cancel plans with you, a small piece of his heart breaks and falls. And you would do anything to protect Chan's heart.
"I'm a bad boyfriend, right?" he asks you.
That's exactly what you feared the most. Chan is the best boyfriend you've ever had. Damn, Chan is the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. He is always kind and tender with you, always dedicated to you and your needs. Yes, he often cancels dates with you, but he always makes sure to make up for it. In fact, you are extremely proud of all the work he puts in. You have never met a person as hardworking as Chan. Work makes him feel happy and fulfilled, and you can only be happy when his career blooming right in front of your eyes.
"Don't be so hard with yourself, my love. You always try to take care of all of us. I could never consider you a bad boyfriend. You are the best lover and the most responsible person I know."
Chan's answer comes after a minute.
"I think I should be grateful to have you, baby. I should go now. I'll write you later. I love you."
You type back that you love him too, then leave the phone on the table. Considering that Chan will come home late, you assume that he will be tired and hungry , so you go cook something. Like any ordinary Sunday night.
Your phone remains silent for several hours until, finally, your lover's name appears on the screen.
"Put that cute dress on. I'll come pick you up in ten minutes."
You look at the clock and notice that it's not long until 11pm.
"But Channie, isn't it too late to go to the party?"
"You trust me?"
What kind of question is this? You have so much trust in him that you left your life on this man's hands.
"Always, Bangbang."
"Then put that dress on you and wait for me. I'll be right there right now. I have a surprise 👀"
You leave him on "seen" and run to do what he asked you to do. You practically throw your clothes off on the fly and you really hear the closet door crack when you open it with a little too much force. You take the purple and shiny dress off the hanger, you put it on and then you rush to the mirror. You don't have time for a new make-up, so all you can do is touch up the simple one you had on during the day. You had just pulled your hair out of your ponytail and were running your hand through it repeatedly to give it some volume when you received another text from Chan.
"I'll wait for you in the parking lot, right next to your car."
You don't know why, but your heart starts beating faster. You don't waste time. You put on your shoes and coat and head to the elevator. You can't help but wonder what Chan is planning. Judging by the fact that he is waiting for you in the parking lot of the residential block where you two recently moved, it means he plans to use your car, not just use it as a landmark for you. Which can only mean that he is preparing something really special. Most of the time, you two use the safe company car.
Because you've never been one to handle surprises well, you keep thinking about it as you make your way from the elevator to the car. But all your thoughts disappear the moment you see Chan.
He still wears the clothes he had on during his program. His black hair is neatly combed and his bangs are up, even if a few strands fall on his forehead from the effort he put in during the day. He is so handsome and you can swear he looks like a prince. Now not only is your heart beating faster, but it has practically skipped a few beats.
He smiles tenderly when he sees you and opens his arms to you, and you can't help but run towards him. His strong arms catch you when you throw yourself at his chest. Chan embraces your waist. He picks you up off the ground, spinning around with you a few times while you wrap your arms around his neck and giggle.
"I missed you so much, baby." he whispers to you with his face hidden in your hair.
He puts you down, then takes you by the hand, leading you to the passenger seat of the car. You would like to tell him that you missed him too, to kiss him and never let him go from your arms. But you don't get to do any of these things because Chan has already opened the door, signaling you to get in the car.
"We have to hurry. We don't have much time left."
You listen to him without saying anything more. You get into the car, and he closes the door and runs to the driver's seat. Your lover gets into the car and starts it without saying another word, paying attention to the exit from the parking lot.
"Where are we going?" you asked him curiously.
"Right now it's a secret."
"Why are you being so secretive today?" you say while practically pouting and kicking your feets on the floor of the car.
Chan laughs at your reaction. He always manages to bring out the childish part in you. Maybe because he makes you feel so safe? You don't know, but you don't complain at all. This makes Chan laugh, and you are absolutely in love with his laugh.
The boy looks for your hand, entwines his fingers with yours, then brings your hand to his lips. He kisses you softly, then quickly looks at you.
"You have to wait a little longer. You'll find out right away where we're going, okay? But I promise you'll like it." he assures you.
"So we're not going to the party."
"You said we could have our own party." He reminds you as his eyebrow rises provocatively, a smirk playing at the corner of his full lips.
Your stomach tightens in anticipation. The place where his lips touched your hand still burns, and you swear Chan can hear your heart beating. You two have been together for a long time, but he still has that effect on you. And something tells you that he will always have it.
"I hate you." you tell him jokingly, while you look out the window at the city that you quickly leave behind.
Chan's sweet laugh swells the inside of your car, along with your heart and the rest of your universe.
"No, you don't."
"Watch your step." Chan warns you, while he helps you out of the car. "Wait for me, don't take a step without me."
You are almost at the top of a mountain. Or a bigger hill. Well, you don't know exactly where you are, but it's an uphill road. And even if Chan climbed most of the way by car, it seems that you still have to cover a portion of the road on foot. A bumpy road, full of bigger and smaller stones, not suitable for your high heels. So you listen to him because the last thing you want is a broken leg and a visit to the hospital on New Year's Eve.
Chan makes sure the car is stopped and the doors locked, then he comes to you.
"Where we are? And what are we doing here?" you ask him again.
You look at your boyfriend as he can his phone from his pants pocket, looking briefly at the clock display.
"You will find out immediately. Come up." he answers you, then lifts you up in his arms easily. He starts with you up the road, cold steam coming out of his mouth.
It really is much colder than it was in the city, but you being like this, pressed against Chan's chest and his arms around you, his warmth surrounds you immediately.
"You're just not going to walk with me like this all the way." you say slowly.
"Actually, that's exactly what I plan to do. There's no way I'm letting you walk alone." he tells you, looking at your shoes."
"But I'm heavy.", you complain.
"You are light as a flake, baby girl."
You know this is not true, but Chan's power is incredible. And even if he couldn't carry you, he still would have found a way to do it. He is simply the kind of person who sacrifices himself for others. His heart is huge, and that made you fall in love with him from the first moment you met this beautiful man.
"The road isn't that long," he continued to reassure you. "I come here sometimes and run with one of the boys, very early in the morning, when this whole area is still deserted."
"Changbin?" you ask knowing that he and Chan are always gym partners.
Chan laughs.
"Binnie is not really the type who prefers to run. I come here with Minho. Sometimes Felix joins us. It helps us clear our minds and put our thoughts in order. It's the first time I talk so much when I'm on this road."
He laughs again, the kind of laugh he has when he remembers good times he has with his boys.
Chan really loves his friends. You don't ask for too many details about the life he has with them outside of your relationship. Chan tells you things from his own initiative. He is almost always out with them, so you always find out about a cute thing they have together. Being here, in a place that seems important to them, feels like a very intimate moment. It feels like when Chan just gave you another little piece of himself. And this is something that always amazes you. Despite the distance that is often between you, your communication is excellent and healthy. But still you have the impression that you always find out new things about him and his little universe.
"I think the sunrise is gorgeous from here. The last time we saw a sunrise was last summer, when we went to Australia together to visit your family."
"We can come here together. Is it good for you?"
You nod, looking at Chan with love in your eyes. He is always willing to fulfill your every wish.
"But I hope you will let me know in advance. I need to equip myself properly. Tonight I didn't even have time to put on make-up, plus if I had known, I would have put on something suitable."
"You don't need makeup." your boyfriend tells you. "Besides, I planned this in a hurry and ran off schedule."
"You did what?"
"I was afraid that I would not arrive until midnight. And I didn't want to miss this with you." he explained innocently.
"Chan..."
"I think we're here." he interrupts you, sitting down with your feet on the ground. He supports you, making sure that you are stable on your feet.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes." you answer looking around you.
You really are at the top of a hill, surrounded by trees and small rock formations. You want to face what you think is the edge of the hill, but he quickly covers your cheeks with his big hands, forcing you to stay in place.
"Don't come back yet. Listen to me first." he begins.
Chan moves his hands away, and the cold attacks his cheeks. You want to tell him to touch you again because nothing in the world feels better than his touch, but you remain silent because you see him notice how his red ears from the cold get redder. His lips purse into an adorable line, and he claps his hands in tiny a few times. You try to catch his eyes, but Chan avoids it by looking at your shoes. There are clear signs that he is emotional and trying to gather courage.
"Channie? What's going on?"
Chan clears his voice, then holds out his hands to you, waiting for you to offer yours. It looks like a little boy getting ready to kiss his girlfriend for the first time.
"I want to apologize for bringing you here like this. It was crazy, but I have to do this."
"Channie, this is not..." you try to say.
"Please, let me talk or I'll run all the way back to the studio and lock myself in there." he says, even looking like he's about to do it.
You laugh, what he makes him laugh and relax. As you laugh, you cover your mouth with your hand, but he hurries to remove it.
"I love your smile, so let me see it, please. In fact, you are absolutely stunning. This dress looks incredible on you and deserves to be seen on a special occasion. But I messed it up, so you didn't have the chance. So I improvised."
Chan stops for a moment, putting his hand in one of his coat pockets. He takes out a small black box from there, which almost makes your heart stop. You look at Chan in shock, eyes wide in amazement. He chuckles.
"It's not what it seems. At least, not yet." he explains, glancing at you to see what effect his words have on you. "But it's our anniversary in a week, so I bought you something. As you well know, I will be away on tour then, so I think this is a good time to give you this."
He opens the box, letting you see the contents. Your eyes find the most beautiful chain you've ever seen. You reach out your shaking hands for the small box, and Chan hands it to you. You touch the pendant in the shape of the moon, amazed by its beauty. Part of it is full of black crystals, while another smaller part is covered with white crystals. You lightly touch the cold and shiny crystals with your finger in the light of the real moon. These shiny things form the phase of the moon at the time you were born.
"You like it?" Chan asks you, and you nod your head because you feel unable to speak. "Turn it over."
You carefully turn the pendant on the other side. On the back of it you find your and Chan's initials, the date you two decided to become a couple and the phrase "I love you to the moon and back." Tears flood your eyes, and you hurry to hide your face in his coat. His arms embrace you, clinging to him and hugging you to his chest.
"Christopher, this is absolutely gorgeous. I don't even want to know how much money you wasted on something so beautiful." you say for tears of happiness.
Chan's hands find your cheeks again, this time wiping away your tears with his thumbs.
"Money spent on important people is not a waste. You are not a waste, you never will be. The money can be brought back, but what you give me is absolutely priceless." he speaks as he carefully removes the chain from the small box. He leans over you a little to put it around your neck, while you help him by holding your hair up with shaking hands.
Chan carefully places the moon pendant at the base of the space between your breasts, then places a tender kiss on your forehead.
"You want to know why I took this from you in the shape of the moon?"
"Because we both love it?" you try to guess.
"I mean, yeah. That's a reason too. But I bought this for you because... " he pauses, looking somewhere behind you.
The area around you is flooded with color, followed by a loud sound.
Fireworks.
Chan smiles widely, then takes you in his arms again and turns you around, finally facing the edge of the hill. The city unfolds in front of you, together with the fireworks show that takes place in the center of the city. The sky changes colors, the night becomes day. Standing like this, with Chan giving you a back hug and with the play of light and colors in front of you, you have the impression that you and your beloved Chan exist in the world.
"You are as stunning as these fireworks. You are the one who colors my life and every time I see you, I can't take my eyes off you. But I don't want you to be just a firework in my life." Chan unbuttons his coat, wrapping you both in it, then rests his chin on the top of your head.
"Then what do you want me to be?"
The fireworks show is still going on, so you basically have to shout to hear each other. But Chan seems to have another idea, for him he sticks his lips to your ear.
"My moon. I wish you to always be as present in my life as the moon is in the sky. Never disappear, even when I'm far away and I can't see you."
Chan's voice is low in your ear, and you're almost certain that if he didn't hold you in his arms, your knees wouldn't have been able to resist.
However, you turn to face him, clinging to him.
"Then you have to get ready, Bangbang. Because I'm willing to be your moon, your sun, or whatever else you want. I'm not going anywhere."
Chan's left hand finds the back of your head. His lips stick to yours, giving you a soft, careful kiss.
"Happy New Year, baby." he breaks the kiss for a moment, speaking the words against your lips.
Then he kisses you again without offering to answer him. And it's perfect. Nothing could make this night better.
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