Your converse cladded feet kicked the tiny pebbles adorning the sidewalk, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Lifting your gaze up from the ground taking in the breathtaking scenery. The leaves had reached their full autumn bloom. Shades of orange and brown coating every inch of the park. There were plenty of people enjoying the cool weather, their chatter heard in passing as you made your way further into the park.
The only other sound you took notice of were the rustling of the leaves, your eyes gazing up at the sky.
You could swear up and down that fall skies looked different. There was a certain hue to them that you couldn’t find in summer skies.
Summer skies were bright.
Baby blue.
Fluffy white clouds coating the sky. Everything was the perfect shade of green. The scenery just looked clean.
But fall skies-
That’s where it truly is.
Fall skies… they were brown. They were comforting. Everything about fall made you feel so warm inside. Maybe it was the ever changing shades in the leaves. The earthy tones coating the ground.
It was breathtaking..
And you look forward to it every year.
Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as you had arrived at your usual spot. Setting your bag onto the wooden park bench, a soft thud followed shortly after. Taking a seat on the worn wood tugging your lunch out of the brown bag, humming a soft tune. Another gust of wind rustled the leaves above you, a few stray ones dancing their way down to the ground.
This place you had considered your spot wasn’t entirely hidden. Anybody could take it. But, no one ever did.
It was a lone wooden table barely holding it together with benches. The wood was beyond worn. Outlines of where people had loved it before. It was further into the park, near the outskirts of it, under a giant tree.
The tree looked over hundreds of years old. It’s roots sticking every which way. But it was thick, it could be hit with a bulldozer and knock the machine right back. The way the branches were positioned made it look like you were sitting under a mushroom. It was perfect.
It gave you just the right amount of shade.
A gorgeous view.
You could stay there for hours.
For days.
The sound of someone calling your name broke you out of your trance, lifting your head up from your sandwich, a smile tugging at your lips. The sight of Gojo waving erratically with unamused familiar faces in tow.
The white haired man practically sprinted over to you, helping himself to a bite of your sandwich making himself comfortable on the seat beside you.
A scoff left your lips, “Soturu. Wow, how lovely to see you. Yes, of course you can have a bite. Thanks for asking!” Offering him a fake smile pinching his cheeks, a little harder than usual an odd sound leaving his mouth. He just grinned at your actions, resting his arm around your shoulder tugging you closer to him.
“Soturu, behave. You’ve barely been here 2 seconds and you already managed to piss her off.” Suguru mused, sitting across from Gojo, his bangs blowing across his face. Shoko snickered at his words, opting for sitting on the edge of the table. You beamed up at the girl attempting to shrug off Gojo’s arm, but he didn’t falter. He tightened his grip on you, popping a few of your grapes into his mouth, pretending to not hear you struggle beside him.
“Shoko! My love, please save me.” Begging the brunette, reaching for her with both of your hands, Suguru sighed audibly while Nanami rolled his eyes at Soturu’s antics. The tall boy just wrapped another arm around you, squeezing you tighter.
“Soturu, do you remember that time last december when we went on a mission and the curse’s power had the power to shrink-”
Almost as if he had been struck by lightning, the blue eyed man released his hold on you instantly, red dusting his pale skin. Snickers left Geto’s lips clearly knowing the backstory, a satisfied hum left Shoko sending a wink your way. You tugged the brunette toward you peppering her face in kisses, loud smacks leaving both of your lips as you giggled to one another.
Shoko had been your best friend since diapers.
You had been through every stage of your life with that girl.
When you had turned 12, you had moved due to your father passing. You had begged and pleaded to not leave, offering any of your possessions but nothing helped.
Your mothers mind was made up.
Having to tell Ieiri that you were leaving was the worst moment of your life. You still remember everything that was said. All of the tears wept between the two of you.
Knowing her temper, the girl had no one to yell at but you. She blamed you at first, out of anger, but deep down she knew she was just trying to protect herself from getting hurt.
You never thought you would see her again but almost as if you guys were meant to be with one another. The pair of you didn’t meet again until you ran into each other at Jujutsu High.
You had never been more thankful in your entire life that you could see all of these awful curses, as long as it meant you could be with your best friend again.
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“And over here is where your dorm will be. You have one neighboring roommate. She’s nice. I’ll introduce you to her… yeah, right through here. ” The tall blonde spoke gently, unlocking your new dorm room giving you a chance to walk in first.
The room was much bigger than you had expected. It was bare. But you didn’t mind. You had plenty of belongings to make it feel like home in no time. Sighing softly as you kicked your slippers off at the entrance, your sock clad feet padding across the wooden floor. Making your way over to the window in the corner of your room. Peeking out the window, a soft gasp leaving your lips.
“Nanami! You never told me I had such a gorgeous view.”
“I wasn’t sure you even had a window.”
“C’mere. Look! You can see all the trees from here,” You mused to the tall man, motioning him over. He gingerly made his way over, bending way down to see the cherry blossom trees coating your windows view. You could see a creek from your room as well, a soft hum left his lips.
With the little space between you, your senses were overwhelmed with what you assumed was his natural scent. Smelling of fresh laundry and… was that cinnamon?
“… all I got was the view of a brick wall.” A snort left your lips snapping you out of your trance, nudging the blonde playfully. An unfamiliar look flashed across his face quickly clearing his throat, maneuvering around you to go towards your dorm door. “I-.. did you have any further questions?”
“Yes actually,” Anyone from a while away could see the nervous wreck that was Nanami Kento, a small part of you only meaning to poke fun at the 2nd year who was standing before you. “Is your dorm also in this hall?”
“Em- since girls and guys have to be in separate halls… I am- I am not.”
“Hm.. what a shame.” Uttering under your breath, knowing full well he could hear it. A rush of pink flooded his face, parting his lips at your words. The blonde fringe covering his eyes partially made you realize how cute his eyes truly were, a soft giggle leaving your lips.
“Nanami… we still have the rest of the tour to go on.”
“Right!- if you follow me…”
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A loud heaving noise to your left made you release Shoko, giving the giggling boy a glare as he looked proud at himself. Both you and the brunette gave him an amused look, gesturing towards him and the dark haired boy beside him.
“I didn’t think you of all people would be against same sex couples considering you have a whole ass boyfriend-”
“That’s not true. Whatsoever. He’s my husband-”
A wave of groans left your group's lips as his long limbs reached across the table to take ahold of Geto’s clasped hands, a look of feigned disgust coated his face. Nanami just rolled his eyes but you took notice of how he had moved his hands under the table. Holding back a chuckle catching his eyes, a faint blush creeped up his neck.
“You haven’t been here long have you?”
“No, not too long. I was bored and the weather was lovely, so I figured why not have my lunch here rather than at the school.” You shrugged your shoulders, finally taking a bite of your sandwich, looking up at the young girl whose lips had already been captured by yet another cigarette. “Shoko… tell me that’s your first one today. It’s barely 11.”
The girl stiffened her hand with the lighter stopping right before her mouth, avoiding your stare. Setting down the sandwich, leaning forward so your face was right under her gaze. She just sighed.
“I don’t want to lie to you…”
“Sho! I thought you were trying to quit.”
“I know, I know! But being around this dumbass makes it incredibly difficult. ” Tilting her head back towards the tall white haired man who was currently trying to balance a glass container on the top of his head, a goofy grin spread across his face.
Hold on.. that’s my glass container.
At the mention of Shoko’s insult he snapped his head toward the two of you. A stream of words began leaving his lips catching sight of your container tumbling off his head. A soft gasp left your lips as you scrambled to reach the glass container, a pair of hands reaching it before it touched the ground.
Nanami looked unamused by Gojo’s actions, setting the container into your awaiting hands, fingers brushing slightly, offering you a smile. A smile graced your lips before quickly turning into a frown, facing the white haired boy.
“Gojo.”
A beat passed, the boy turning his head around to face the tree trunk.
“I’m going to beat your ass.”
“You wish you could touch me.”
“You know I’m one of the only ones who can. That’s why you're not facing me right now.”
Another beat.
He started whistling to himself, his head moving side to side as he pretended to not hear you. A sigh left Geto’s lips, rising from his position on the bench. Shoko hesitated to move but she knew it best if she did, tossing her cigarette under her boot smothering it.
“Soturu. Let’s go before she ends up having to explain to Yaga where you went.”
Soft grumbles left his lips, begrudgingly standing up giving you a quick peek at you over his sunglasses. You pretended to cup your hands together, making him huff and begin to fast walk ahead of your friends. A giggle left your lips, watching him stumble over a rock.
“I’ll see you at training, sweets.” Suguru leaned down to bring you into a warm embrace, rubbing his back as he started after Gojo who was sulking from afar. Suppressing the laugh that begged to be let out at the sight of an almost grown adult, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Shoko pressed a chaste kiss onto your cheek, waving goodbye at you.
A sigh left your lips pressing your head onto the wooden table.
“I visibly saw the weight leave your shoulders once he left.”
“I swear. He makes my head pound. How does he even manage that?”
Nanami just let out a soft chuckle, crossing his arms in front of him as he eyed your form. His eyes drifted over your tousled hair splayed on the table, catching sight of a fairly deep cut on the back of your hand. Almost on instinct, his hand reached out, stopping right before he could touch your skin.
“What happened to your hand?”
“Hm?,” Lifting your head up to look at your hands, just now taking notice of the gash on your hand. The blood around it had already dried, looking like it had already begun scabbing over. “That is… a good question. I’m not entirely sure. Sometimes I just get a bunch of random cuts and bruises and have absolutely no recollection of where they came from.”
“It’s truly a surprise you’ve made it this far as a sorcerer if that’s the case.” Nanami hummed a smile tugging at his lips, a laugh leaving your body as your eyes locked with his. A comforting silence washed over the two of you.
The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves above and below you. The breeze was nice and cool on your skin, tugging your shirt hems over your hands.
“Nanami?”
A soft hum.
“Have you ever thought about getting a lip piercing?” The strangest sound left his mouth eyeing your face to see if you were being genuine. Tilting your head at him, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde.
“I- I don’t think it would suit me.”
“Are you kidding? I genuinely thought you were secretly tatted under that uniform. A lip piercing- scratch that, any piercings would 1000% look killer on you. I think it suits your face.”
“... do you truly?”
“I have no reason to lie to you, Kento. I swear.”
His heart soared at your words, a smile gracing his face. He untucked his ears, not a single word leaving his lips. You stared innocently up at him, eyes trailing to where his hair now uncovered. A small gasp left your lips, the sight of pure joy lighting your face up made him chuckle, feeling his face heat up at the look on your face.
“NANAMI KENTO. YOU- YOU HAVE PIERCED EARS.”
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a/n: hi lovelies! this is my first time writing for jjk, i just recently finished watching the series. and i completely fell in love. i have written well over 10k worth of words on this story. plz let me know how you guys feel about it. lots of love <3
brothers best friend seungmin! x reader fake texts!
summary: you make a bet with your brother that you could make seungmin break his rule. but what happens when he finds out?.
cw: strong language, suggestive,
a/n: right two things; firstly i refuse to believe 2min are actually mean because they're actually both sweeties pies and second, this one is a little different of a take on the series so i hope you enjoy nonetheless
Warnings: swearing, cheating, smut, reader is dating chan (sorry not sorry pookies)
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“What are you doing?”
“Oh! Hey Minho!”
“You can’t keep doing this,”
“..I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The stone-faced boy just rolled his eyes at the young girl's antics, brushing past her as he walked over to his Soongie that was currently sporting some beautiful ribbons on his ears. His eyebrow quirked up as an ‘I told you so’. The giggling girl peered over Doongie at Minho, a wide smile gracing her lips as she giggled at his unamused face. Dori made sure to meow extra loudly from within your grasp, his body practically vibrating with how loudly he was purring.
“You could have used your free time more sparingly,”
“I think I did. Look at how pretty they all look! And, it’s just for today. I promise. I’ll take them all out in the morning. I just wanted to do something while Chris was busy.” Minho’s eyes squinted slightly at the mention of his name, running his hand over his cat's back patting it lovingly. “He’s still not done, yet.”
“Yeah, I don’t think he’s gonna be free anytime soon. You know how he gets when he can’t figure something out.”
“Fuck me…” She groaned, blowing the stray strands from her hair away from her face. Her hair was being nicely held back in two lovely braids, tied at the ends with the same ribbons she used on the cats. “Well, my night just opened up. Did you want to do something?”
“..Like?”
“Hmm,” She hummed, tilting her head to the side in thought. Minho made his way over to her, his brown eyes eyeing her curiously. He tucked his hands behind him and an amused glint in his eyes. “We could have dinner? Or maybe just hang out here? I’ll even make us tea. Your favorite,”
He raised an eyebrow at the girl, knowing she never meant anything good by wanting to just sit and talk. She would usually end up ranting to him about something and then she more than likely ends up bringing out her infamous bottles of alcohol out, ending the night with her trying to dance in his face.
“As long as you promise that you won’t drink. At least tonight. I already dealt with enough with the boys today, I can’t handle you on top of that.”
“That’s rude. I do not,”
“It’s the truth. You can’t handle your alcohol.”
“Who said that?”
“Everyone.”
“... what about one glass?”
“Of vodka? Tch, you’ll be out in the street naked again.”
“That was one time, Min! I swear someone put something in my drink.” She insisted, her cheeks a bright shade of pink. Minho just scoffed, leaning against the pillar next to her. The girl peered up at the fair skinned boy, a pleading look in her eye.
“One shot of vodka. That’s it.”
“Thank you, Min.” He rolled his eyes at the nickname she had conjured up for him. Motioning her to follow him as they both had important manners to attend to, the girl vented to him about the unfair treatment of some of the idols who she had grown close to.
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A bubble of laughter escaped her, throwing her head back as Minho just about fell face first into the couch. Minho quickly shot up, throwing her a feigned angry look, his eyes softening as they eyed her giggling frame. His stone eyes tracing every last one of her features, his gaze lingering on her parted glossy lips a little longer than intended. The night had gone long into the late hours of the night, bordering on turning morning, both of their appearances looking a little rougher than when the night had begun.
“I thought with you being as skilled as you are, that rugs wouldn’t be a huge issue-“
“Shut it.”
“You love me, Minho.”
“Unfortunately,” He sighed, running his fingers through his raven hair. The brunette threw back the rest of her clear drink, a small hum leaving her lips, setting the glass down on the table in front of her. Minho took a seat next to her on her couch, getting himself comfortable on the adorning pillows.
“Okay. Back to the fun stuff,”
“You consider that fun?”
“Of course I do! We’re essentially getting to know each other even more.” Another wave of giggles left her lips scooting closer to the boy whose eyes just rolled at her antics. “I feel like there’s some stuff you’re hiding from me.”
“It’s not just from you. If that makes you feel any better.”
“But you’re my best friend. I can practically tell you everything.”
“I know… I don’t know. It’s different. You know that I would never judge you-”
“So you’re saying I would judge you?”
“No! Of course not. I just…” The brunette reached over a tentative hand to grasp his fiddling ones, squeezing them firmly in her grasp. Minho felt the alcohol hitting him hard, his usual facade crumbling before him. “I’m scared to have you know everything… no one has ever known every little thing about me. You know close to everything about me. Almost. There are still some things I'd like to just be known to me.”
Her glossy eyes softened at his words, cupping both of his hands in her own scooting closer to the man. Minho eyed her cautiously as she attempted to break the distance between them with her legs.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. Okay. You don’t have to tell me, Min. I trust you and you trust me. And if you don’t want to tell me things- I will happily respect that.” The girl took her time to finish that sentence to ensure Minho didn’t think she was too drunk, offering him a soft smile. Minho shook his head at her, tightening his hold on her warm hands, tugging her close to him to offer her one of his usual head rubs, a ‘whee’ left her lips as she about toppled into his chest.
“And I think that’s enough-”
“No! Minho I- hic- I don’t even feel drunk.”
The raven haired boy just rolled his eyes at her words, going to stand up to grab her a glass of water. She let out a stream of protests as she threw her body over the boys as a last resort. Her weight sent the two of them tumbling to the ground, Minho’s reflexes kicked in his hands covering her head from hitting the ground. The girl just held on tightly to his shirt as they landed on the floor, a stream of heavy laughter leaving her lips once more.
“You’re- you’re so comfy,”
“Tch, come on. Let’s get you into bed-”
Before he could make a move to stand up, the brunette had pressed an awaiting kiss to his parted lips. Minho froze at the sudden action, fighting hard to give into temptation.
Was this real?
His brain started short circuiting, his mind unable to wrap around what was happening. His hands quickly went to push her away, a small part of him trying to discourage him from doing exactly that.
“We shouldn’t-”
Her name landed on deaf ears as she further deepened the kiss, her legs moving to straddle his hips. A wave of euphoria rushed over him as his dream seemed to be coming to life, and god was it even better than he imagined. His brain tried to weigh the pros and cons, and ultimately the cons won. Minho groaned internally as he kissed her back, his lips moving against her hungrily. His hands held onto her waist pulling her close, her soft whimpers sending him into a frenzy.
Minho would have never in a million years guessed that wine night would have ended up with one of the prettiest women to have ever graced his existence in his lap.
“Sit up for me, pretty.”
The girl happily obliged, her hands finding their home around the back of his neck. She felt her chest flutter at the sound of the nickname Minho had given her, her mouth parted open. Her fingers entwined in the soft tuffs of his hair tugging at it.
Minho couldn't control the moans from leaving his mouth, a heavy groan tumbling out as he felt her hands yank particularly hard.
“Your moans are pretty, Minho… please-”
“Please what, love... Use that pretty mouth of yours,”
Minho was trying with all of his might to understand the words leaving his mouth, almost as if they had a mind of their own, his shaky hand cupping her warm face. The brunette just sighed at his warm touch leaning into his hand, her body arching further into his touch.
“I’ve been wanting to have you deep inside of me… for so long.” A whimper almost left Minho’s plump lips at her lewd words, crashing their mouths together in a frenzied kiss. She eagerly responded to his attack with her own, grinding down on Minho’s hardened cock enjoying the groan he let out into her mouth.
Those words of encouragement were all that he needed to throw any negative thoughts out the window.
All he could hear were her filthy words bouncing around in his head.
I’ve been waiting.
-been wanting to have you inside of me.
For so long… so long.
She knew this was wrong.
So wrong.
For god’s sake. It was one of his hyungs.
But-
-you couldn’t stop.
There was always a tension between the two of you.
Every inch of her was quivering.
She couldn’t tell if it was from her body attempting to tell her to stop.
Or- If it was because his mouth was so hot.
Oh my…
.. so hot.
The way his lips expertly bit and sucked at her neck, like she was a blank canvas and he wanted to ruin it. His tongue flicked over her sweet skin eliciting the heavenly noises from her lips, smirking against her neck.
Her head was thrown back allowing him more access to her flushed skin.
Minho’s nimble fingers trailed up her hips to the hem of her shirt, trailing tentatively along her exposed skin.
Her breath hitched at his cold touch, arching her back from how sensitive her skin was to every single touch.
“Minho. Please don’t tease me… I’m soaked.”
“Fuck… you make it very hard for me to play with you when you speak like that.”
The flushed girl just whined, taking over for Minho and tugging her shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind her. Minho’s eyes trailed over her exposed soft skin, wanting nothing more than to mark her up. Before she could whine any further, the boy had hoisted her up with ease.
“Oh!-”
“Kiss me.”
She acted on instinct giggling at his words, pressing an awaited kiss on his lips as he maneuvered his way into her room. He didn’t stop kissing her back for one second, his tongue ensuring not an inch of her mouth went untouched. Minho’s knee knocked into her bed gently laying her down on the soft mattress, his body hovering over her.
God he looked delicious over you.
“I feel like I’m showing more skin than you right now… ”
“Just say that you want to see me shirtless, pretty. No need to beat around the bush,” Minho teased the girl, a blush creeping onto her face. Sitting up from his position on top of her, easing onto his knees eyeing the flushed girl in front of him. He easily slipped the tight fitting shirt off of his body, throwing it somewhere behind him.
Minho knew that deep down this was wrong.
But that part was buried deep, deep down.
All he could focus on was the girl of his dreams begging for him, her glazed over as she trailed kisses down his neck.
All he could do now was to ask for forgiveness.
“Minho- god, please. I need you so bad.”
“It’s okay, pretty girl. I’m right here. I’ll take good care of you..”
The couple entwined with one another once more, their hungry fingers easing off each other's clothing leaving them in nothing but their bare bodies.
All you could hear were their heavy breaths and moans as they touched each other for the first time, trying to figure out every little trigger that worked. Minho could do nothing but stare in adoration at her. The way she looked with her hair splayed on her pillows, her body glistening from sweat. A smirk tugged at his lips as he eyed the forming bruises littering her body.
He didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of a familiar face seeing you littered in his touch made him harder than he already was before.
A groan left his lips at the recurring touch of the girl in front of him, his cock throbbing at the gentle touch.
The way she touched him.
Her soft hands stroked his cock. Caressing his skin, it was as if she had touched it plenty of times before.
The girl scooted off the bed onto her knees as she pulled Minho up. He went to protest as she enveloped him in his entirety. Without warning, she took in every inch of him. Leaving the man a mess as he scrambled to tangle his hands into her tousled hair.
Her hands grabbed what couldn’t fit, stroking his cock as she bobbed her head up and down. A string of praises left Minho’s mouth as he entwined his fingers into her tousled hair, holding her head steady as she took all of him down her throat. Nuzzling her head into his neatly trimmed hair, huffing through her nose as she peered up at Minho through her lashes. She looked fucked. Her eyes hazy at looking at him as if he was an ethereal being.
Her mouth was so warm. And wet. And god it felt heavenly as she tried to swallow him whole.
She could practically outline every inch of his body, her fingers roaming all over his abdomen enjoying the clenching of his abs under her touch.
“God, you’re doing so well, pretty.”
“You love having me in that pretty mouth of yours, huh?”
His head was thrown back against the fluffy pillows, veins protruding from his neck as he let her know how good she was making him feel.
Jesus, her mouth felt heavenly on his cock.
Permanently engraving the sight before him, her mouth full of his cock with drool dribbling down her neck. Her eyes were hazy from how entranced she was by him. A satisfied hum left her stuffed mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she felt him twitch in her mouth. Minho yanked her back from her hair, his chest heaving from almost finishing.
“Pretty girl… fuck- what-”
She giggled at the flustered boy, pushing him down on her bed, his hair sticking to his forehead. She straddled his waist, her slick cunt hovering over his saliva covered cock eyeing Minho for a signal.
“Wait- fuck you’re soaked. Let me taste you- ”
“You can eat me out after you stuff me full, Minho.” Minho just moaned at her words, refusing to believe they came out of her. His cock twitching at the mention of filling her up.
His head snapped up, flipping the two of them with ease, a squeal leaving her lips, his arms caging her in. Her eyes roaming his glistening arms, feeling her lips part at the veins protruding from holding themselves up.
He lined up his cock to her slicked mess, rubbing it to coat himself to make it easier to slide in. She could barely think straight, looking at the size of him wondering where he had been hiding her whole life. Minho wasted no time thrusting deep into her slick, a groan tumbled out of his lips at how tight she felt around him. Every inch he pushed through felt like she was being stuffed. A loud whine left her lips at how full Minho had made her feel, feeling a familiar feeling wash over her. Feeling his cock deep in her lower belly as he thrust in fully.
Before she could finish her sentence the raven haired boy complied, thrusting deep inside of her tight cunt a soft breath leaving his lips. His hips snapped against her sweaty skin, a loud echo resonated throughout the room along with the sound of her wetness coating every inch of Minho’s cock. Both of them were beyond soaked, creating the filthiest sounds known to man. Arching her back as Minho quickened his face, panting at how good he was making her feel. Every inch of her body was on fire from how long he was. Her eyes were streaming tears at how good he was making her feel.
She couldn’t believe it.
He was hitting parts of her she never knew existed.
She couldn’t focus on anything else.
Her mind clouded with the thought of him.
The feel of him.
How sweet he smelled. Everything about him was enticing her, her mouth practically watering at the thought of him.
The dark haired boy crashed his lips against hers, their teeth and tongues clashing messily. Her arms wrapped around Minho’s muscular frame as he thrust deeper into her. She could feel every inch of him filling her to the brim, unable to control the moans leaving her lips.
Minho clenched his eyes shut, using every last of his willpower to stop him from destroying her delicious cunt. Panting heavily against her neck as she clenched around him, a guttural moan escaping him. She tried to claw at his back as Minho’s hips snapped faster against her reddening skin, coaxing sounds out of her with every thrust.
She felt euphoric. Unable to see clearly, her mind fuzzy as she felt herself cumming around him. Everything happened so fast. Minho’s grunts as he decides to change the pace, his hips moving at an alarming pace feeling himself grow close.
“Fuck… I- Minho. I-”
“Mm… I’m so close. You feel so good around me, pretty girl…”
“Need… need your cum.” Her words sounded slurred and filled with lust, her glossy eyes begging the raven haired man. A string of curses left his lips not faltering in his thrusts.
“Yeah? Need my cum… want me to fill you up?”
“Fuck yes… Minho. I’m close.”
“Gonna cum for me again, pretty?”
“Yes. God yes. Yes, yes. Right there. Please don’t stop-”
The girl begged as if she was begging for her life. Her back arching as she felt her second orgasm wash over her. Her ears were ringing from how intense the orgasm was, her cunt tightening around Minho’s strained cock. Feeling every inch of her body shake as she felt her juices soak the two of them. Her nails were embedded in Minho’s back as he groaned into her ear, feeling his cock twitch inside of her. His cock greedily shot ribbons of cum into her warm walls, feeling his body tense at the orgasm washing over his body. The sweetest grunts left his lips sending chills down her back, holding his body close to her chest.
Minho wishes he could be like this forever.
Sweaty and sticky.
Her pretty pussy full of his cum.
He didn’t want to pull out in fear it would be his last time feeling her.
A soft whimper snapped him out of his trance, his eyes locking with her sleepy face. Her face was flushed pink, her curls stuck to her forehead. She flashed him a sleepy grin, her arms tightening their hold around his neck eyeing his bruised lips. Minho let out a chuckle leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss, his body moving without him asking it to. Freeing one of his hands to caress her cheek deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue to gently roam her mouth. The soft moans leaving them filled the room, as he ensured the kiss would be one to remember.
His touch was intoxicating.
She couldn’t get enough.
“Ngh… Minho.”
“Mm?”
“I’m going to need to get new sheets.” A burst of laughter bubbled out of Minho’s mouth as he shook his head at the young girl's comment. He was the first to make a move, trying to pull out without making as much of a mess. Rushing to the bathroom attached to her room to find a towel, wetting the clean fabric as he made his way over to the girl splayed across the bed.
“Open up for me, love…” The girl felt her face heat up at the sight of her best friend in between her legs, a focused look on his face as he cleaned her gently. “You might want to take a shower.”
“I’d say,” She huffed, propping herself up on her elbows, eyeing the boy who shot her an unamused look. A giggle left her as she tried to stand up, to no avail. “Erm…Min?”
“Mm?” He turned on his heel, his eyes showing concern at the sight of her. Hastily throwing the soiled towel into her sink, making his way over to her his eyebrows furrowed. “You okay?”
“I need help getting up…” She mumbled peering up at Minho, her face heating up. A smirk tugged at his lips, leaning down to press a kiss to her hairline.
“Anything for you.”
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hey pookies! i just recently started writing for stray kids, so plz let me know if you have any comments or any requests! i’ll happily write them :p alright, bye bye!
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Tags: fluff, first meeting, first kiss, strangers to lovers
Summary: When the power goes out while you’re in an ATM vestibule, you come to realize you’re stuck inside until the police come to open the door. But there’s one problem, you don’t speak a lick of Korean, and the man inside doesn’t seem to speak an ounce of English.
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A/N: Please note that sentences that are Italicized are meant to be in Korean and sentences that are regular text are in English.
‘How are you?’ - English
‘I’m fine thank you, and you?’ - Korean
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Luck was not on your side today.
It’s not like you’re an unlucky person as a whole, no, that’s not it. Today was just one of those days that when you say ‘How could this get any worse?’, the universe takes it as a challenge.
Perhaps you should’ve just kept your mouth shut after you spilled coffee on your blouse this morning. But, you’ve always been such a ‘glass-half-full’ sort of person that you tried to take every inconvenience in stride. Everyone has their limit, though.
Before you came here on a business trip, you had heard about the Korean Monsoon season.
Everyone and their mother told you about how much it would pour, how it would feel like the skies suddenly opened up. But, you didn’t take anyone’s warning seriously. You would wave them off with a scoff.
“It’s just rain,” you thought. “How bad could it be?”
You’re eating those words now as you run through the streets in your nice, newly-soaked, professional heels. Your slacks are sticking to your legs, making the fabric ten times heavier. With your bag held over your head, you look around frantically for the bank.
It doesn’t help that it’s close to 10 PM and visibility is already horrible at this time. Yes, you should have gone earlier, but you were distracted!
Where is it? Where is it?
There!
You spot the glass doors and practically sprint up to them, grab the handle, and rip the door open.
A giant sigh of relief comes out of your lips as you step inside the tiny vestibule.
The only other man inside the place jumps a bit at your noise. He glances over his shoulder at you, but immediately turns back to what he’s doing at the ATM. You pay him no mind as you shake the rainwater off of your bag.
It’s after hours at the bank, meaning the only thing open and available is one ATM inside the room between the bank itself and the streets of Seoul.
Soft beeping comes from the ATM as the other man presses a few buttons. There’s an umbrella on the floor at his feet.
After brushing the water off your jacket, you bring your bag in front of you and start fishing out your card. Countless items inside your bag are now completely soaked.
Ugh, there goes all those business cards you collected at the meeting. Most of the ink is bleeding off the cardstock. Maybe, if you try really hard, you can make out the phone numbers on the cards.
Is that a 6 or an 8?
Or maybe the email addresses will be easier to understand. Surely, it just their names and their company’s–
There’s a bright flash of lightning followed immediately by a booming clap of thunder at the same time the lights in the ATM vestibule flicker and go out completely.
You fight the yelp that bubbles in your throat. The man in front of you seems to lose the fight against his reactions and lets out a tiny yip.
His shoulders come up and he seems to bristle like a cat.
“You’re kidding,” you mumble, looking up at the lights. It was almost pitch black inside now, save for the tiny emergency lights that kick on on either side of the glowing Exit sign.
The man lets out a grumble and a sigh.
You look over and see that the ATM has completely shut off. Figures.
The storm must’ve triggered some sort of power outage. Great. Now you’ll have to find some other ATM.
Why, oh why, did the restaurant that your boss wanted to take you to tomorrow morning have to be cash only?
Whatever, there should be a bank a few blocks from here.
Your heels click on the tile as you make your way to the door. When you grab the handle and pull, it doesn’t budge.
There’s a beat.
You try again, really putting your back into it this time.
“Am I stupid or what?” you whisper to yourself, trying the other door and pulling equally as hard.
“They’re not going to open,” the man behind you says. “The fail-safe locks probably kicked in once the power went out. It’s a security measure.”
You turn around and look at him with a blank look on your face. “Oh, ah, um… s-sorry, no… no Korean.”
The man blinks at you. “You don’t speak Korean?”
You blink right back at him. “Um…” All you can do is shake your head with wide eyes and a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry,” you repeat.
Another series of blinks are exchanged.
“No… Korean?” he asks slowly. His English sounds so unsure.
You nod. “No… no Korean.”
A tiny, exasperated sigh comes from his lips and he looks around, as if anything inside this tiny little room would be able to help him communicate with you. Meanwhile, you turn back to the door and give it another sharp tug to no avail.
“No,” he says firmly, drawing your attention back to him. He motions down to the door handles and then shakes his head.
“No?” you repeat, a bit confused.
“No.”
Honestly, the primitive conversation between the two of you would be somewhat laughable if you didn’t feel frustrated beyond belief.
“Why?” you ask, becoming annoyed. Obviously, he knows something that you don’t.
The man blinks at you and shifts around nervously on his feet. His hands motion around as he tries to conjure up a sentence in English. “N… No. Closed?... Closed.” He nods, saying the word rather confidently.
Yes, you know the door is closed. But, why?
After a second, he sees that whatever he said evidently isn’t good enough, so he points back to the ATM, to the light that is now off due to no power, and then to the locks. You follow his pointing and the cogs in your brain start turning slowly.
“Fail-safe locks,” you state and then finally release the door handles.
“Fail… Fail-safe locks,” he repeats slowly. “Fail-safe locks.”
“Fail-safe locks?” you parrot his Korean back to him and he nods.
A small hum comes from your chest and you take a step back from the door finally. “How long do you think–” you cut yourself off when you look over at him. The man is staring at you, not following a word you’re saying.
Your hand comes up and you brush some wet hair off your forehead and then scratch the back of your head as a nervous tick. There’s no point in even asking the question, he won’t be able to understand anything you’re saying.
If you were in his shoes, you’d probably be a bit annoyed too. But at the same time, he’s already been kinder than most would be in this situation.
He’s locked in an ATM vestibule with someone who doesn’t speak the same language as him– in his own country. He’s been more than kind. Most people would just wave you off and forget trying to communicate at all.
But here he was, talking slowly and making sure you can understand what he’s saying. He’s going so far as to point around the room to make sure you understand.
The man notices you give up and he lets out a tiny sigh, turning to then peer out the glass doors at the streets of Seoul. There’s basically no one out there, everyone has taken shelter from the squall.
“We’ll have to wait until the police come to open the door.” He pats at his pockets, searching for his phone.
Even with how terrible your Korean is, you still pick up on a few words. “Police?” A beat. “Police?”
“Yes,” he answers in English, taking his phone out and tapping the screen a few times before holding it up to his ear. The man continues to look through the glass doors, watching all the different cars drive by, none of them police cars.
You decide to turn around, walking around the tiny room.
All of the lights are off except for the emergency lights. They cast a dull glow through the entirety of the vestibule. There's barely enough light to see from one side of the room to the other.
Rain starts hammering against the glass as the man speaks into his phone. “Yes, hi, hello. I am currently trapped with another woman inside the ATM vestibule of Metrobank Seoul… Namdaemunno… Yes, that one.”
Your ears perk up when he mentions the name of the bank and the address. Ah, he must have called the police. His face pulls into a slightly annoyed look, but he doesn’t speak with a hint of it through the phone, at least, not that you’re really able to tell.
The man says a few more words into the phone before he hangs up with a sigh. He runs a hand through his hair and then down his face in an exasperated fashion before turning to look at you. His mouth opens to say something, but he thinks better of it and he grimaces even more.
Your own features pull into a sympathetic expression and you look away, slightly embarrassed. Should you have learned more of the language before coming here? Absolutely. But at the same time, you didn’t have much time to prepare once you were told you had to travel here for business.
He shuffles from foot to foot and looks around, shoving his hands in his pockets and desperately trying to remember every English class he took in school.
“Police…” he says slowly, thinking through every word he wants to try and say. “Police are… busy.”
“Busy?”
“Yes. Busy. Busy with… car…” He brings both of his hands together and claps and then makes an explosion noise with his hands.
“A car accident?”
He snaps his fingers and points to you, as if you’re a team during a game of charades.
“Car accident,” he says in Korean.
“Car accident,” you repeat and he nods.
Despite the reality of the situation, you smile. The humor in all of this does not escape you. You decide to try and meet him halfway, even with your butchered pronunciation.
“Police… time… long?” Your head cocks to the side and you point to your watch. He shakes his head and shrugs in exaggerated movements.
Scoffing, you roll your eyes. The accident was that bad, huh? No wonder the power went out then, the car must have smashed into electrical lines after that loud clap of thunder. This probably means all of the traffic lights and such are out too.
The police are most likely directing traffic and making sure no one gets injured; two idiots stranded in an ATM vestibule are the least of their concerns. Honestly, you can’t be in a safer place. Well, unless this guy is a murderer, but you haven’t gotten a harsh vibe yet.
You sigh and lean against the wall near the corner across from the ATM. Your body slides down to the floor and you stare straight ahead. It seems like you’re going to be in here for a while then.
The man takes one last look outside the doors before walking in your direction. He leans against the adjacent wall and takes a seat on the floor with you. His shoes almost touch the side of yours. It’s at this time that you let yourself take a moment to really look at him.
He has to be around your age; older than a college graduate but younger than someone settled into their career. Something that definitely doesn’t escape your attention is how… pretty he is. His skin is near perfect and so is his hair. Everything, down to the clothes he’s wearing, is absolutely flawless– and he’s only in sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie!
Next to him, especially in your current drowned rat state, you probably look like something worse than a hot mess. You quickly comb your hair off your forehead once more and pull at your soaking wet clothes sticking to your skin.
The man’s lips purse for a moment and he opens his mouth as if to say something, then promptly stops, opting for a grumble of frustration.
After a moment, an idea flickers through your mind and you hold up one finger to him to say ‘one moment’. You reach down into your pocket for your phone and take it out, tapping at a few screens and bringing up the Translate app.
‘What’s your name?’ you type into the phone and it immediately translates it into Korean below it. You turn your phone around and hold it up to him.
The man looks at you, then your phone, and his eyes light up. If you’re not mistaken, you even see a little bit of relief flash over his features. A tiny smirk pulls at one corner of his lips before he looks back at you.
“Minho,” he answers and motions to you.
“Y/N,” you reply. “Nice to meet you, Minho.” You hold your hand out for a handshake.
Minho looks at your hand and his smirk gets wider before he grabs your hand and shakes it gently. The skin on his palm is so soft. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
After shaking his hand, you bring your phone back up to your face and type another sentence into the translate app.
‘I’m very sorry for not knowing Korean, I’m here on business.’
Minho looks at your phone, reading the statement before shaking his head and pulling out his own phone. He types away and then holds it up for you to read.
‘No need to apologize. With my line of work, my English should be better. It’s a very hard language to learn.’
A little laugh huffs from your nose and you nod and type.
‘Try learning Korean.’
Minho laughs with you and his smirk grows into a playful smile. Jesus Christ, this man is gorgeous. He looks down and taps a bit on his phone and then he holds it up to you. With the way his smirk pulls at his lips, it almost reminds you of a devious little cat.
‘I could tell you were a foreigner when you first came into the bank.’
Your eyebrow raises. “Oh, really?”
He’s chuckling when he brings his phone back to type more and then hold it up for you to read.
‘You don’t have an umbrella.’
Laughter leaves your lips when you read that and your head tilts back to rest against the wall. The wetness from your clothes is beginning to seep into your bones. Plus, the feeling of the fabric sticking to your skin is starting to become overstimulating.
But, you try and keep it together. You don’t really have another option at the moment.
You type a message back to Minho.
‘People tried to warn me about the Monsoon Season. As you can see, I didn’t listen.’
He reads your message and sucks his teeth with a smirk. Minho shakes his head and motions to the glass doors, as if to say ‘Look!’.
“I know, I know!” you laugh and look outside at the sheets of rain pouring from the sky. Puddles have turned into small ravines flowing down the sides of the road. Any car that passes by creates a huge splash as they pass through them.
Every once in a while, the sky will light up and thunder will follow it quickly.
Minho laughs with you. “Next time… you listen.” He nudges your leg with his foot.
You look over at him. “I will, trust me.”
A long look is shared between the two of you. There’s this tiny nagging feeling at the back of your mind, it’s that same feeling you get when you see someone in public that you swear you’ve seen before. Maybe he just has one of those faces?
No, you definitely haven’t met him before. You would remember if he was someone you shook hands with in the last few days. A man that gorgeous would never slip under your radar, you’re certain.
Minho stares back at you, eyes flitting about at your soaking wet hair matting to your skin. It looks like his one hand twitches for a moment and then he shifts in his seat.
Back to the app.
The two of you type away on your phones and hold them up at the same time with the exact same question on them.
‘What do you do for work?’
‘What do you do for work?’
Again, the two of you let out little huffs of laughter and he motions to you as if to tell you to go first.
So you do, you type down on your phone a little answer for him.
‘Right now, I’m only the assistant to a CEO for a huge company. Wherever he goes, I go. I write all his contracts; everything he does goes through me first. I’m more of an administrator than an assistant, though.’
Minho reads your answer carefully and then types out a small response with a tiny crease in between his brows.
‘Why do you say ‘right now’?’
A sad smile spreads on your face as you look down at your phone to type out a response.
‘I studied hard and have a Mathematics degree. But no matter where I apply, they say I don’t have enough experience. Back in America, the job market is absolutely horrible. So, I’m stuck.’
Minho’s eyes scan through your message and a frown pulls at his lips. He looks back up at you, meeting your eyes and then back to your phone before he begins to type his own message.
Your silent communication warms your heart a little bit. The glow from his phone lights up his features and you study him carefully. His teeth poke out from his top lip– it’s absolutely adorable.
He seems to think for a long moment before his thumbs fly over his screen.
Rain is coming down in sheets outside the door, it’s the only other sound inside the room besides the light clicking of the haptics on his phone.
You reach back and once more run your fingers through your hair– it seems to be drying now, but not in a good way. The humidity of the rain is apparent in the way it's starting to frizz up.
Minho turns his phone around after a moment of typing.
‘I’ve heard about how hard it is to get a job in America, I’m very sorry it’s so unfair. For what it’s worth, I think there’s nothing wrong with the job you have now. Hard work is hard work no matter if it's an assistant or a scientist.’
His words strike a chord within your heart, they tug at your chest and at the corner of your lips which twitch into a wistful smile on your face.
“Thank you,” you say to him in Korean, looking directly into his eyes. Minho smiles back at you when he hears it.
“You are welcome,” he answers in English.
His smile seems so warm for a stranger. He looks at you as if you’re an old friend, not like a woman, still soaking wet from the rain, sitting on the floor with him inside an ATM vestibule. He’s so genuine.
After a few seconds of just looking at him, you bring your phone up to type once more.
‘Your turn. What do you do?’
Minho stares at your phone for a long time, seemingly reading the sentence over and over again. His bottom lip pulls between his teeth and he seems to weigh something in his mind.
His brown eyes flick to yours, then back to the phone, then back to you again before he looks down at his phone.
You never realized how much just body language alone can convey.
He types slower, his thumbs not moving as quickly as before. Why does he seem so apprehensive?
Eventually, he turns the phone around.
‘I’m an idol.’
“Oh,” you say softly. Your shoulders shrug a bit and you cock your head to the side. “Like a K-pop idol?”
Minho nods in response. “Stray Kids.”
The name rings a bell, it’s just one you’ve heard floating around for a few months now. You think one of your friends is into them, but you can’t remember. She’s into so many different groups, it’s hard to keep track anymore.
You type in your phone.
‘I’ve heard the name before. Weren’t you guys at the MET Gala?’
With a breathy chuckle, he nods. A smile spreads across your face.
‘Wow, I’m trapped in a room with a celebrity then. You know, people write stories like this.’
Your joke definitely lands because he snorts a huff of laughter as you type on your phone a little bit more after that.
‘Don’t worry, I won’t take pictures and post them all over Twitter or anything. This will just be a funny story for me to tell my friends when I get back home to America.’
“Thank you,” Minho says softly with genuine gratitude in his voice. God, you can’t even imagine what it’s like being an idol. There probably wasn’t a single place he felt safe going to anymore. There are always cameras just waiting to take his picture.
‘When do you go back to America?’
‘In a few days. My boss loves to extend his business trips at the last minute. So, I could be here three more days or seven more days. It’s very hard to pack to come on these trips.’
A bittersweet expression settles on his handsome face.
You think for a long moment before typing away at your phone and showing it to him.
‘Have you ever been to New Jersey? That’s the state I’m from.’
Minho’s lips purse as he thinks for a long few moments. Very slowly, he nods, almost unsure. He types in his phone, then thinks for a moment, then types again.
‘I think we’ve been there twice. Is Newark in New Jersey?’
Excitedly, you nod. “Yes, that’s up in North Jersey!” You’re so excited that you forget to type down on your phone. “Oh!” you say with a laugh, looking back down at your phone.
‘Yes, that’s in the northern part of the state, about an hour or so from my hometown. I grew up in the central region, right on the beach. It only takes ten minutes to get to the beach from my house.’
Minho’s smile widens and he looks at you with a slightly envious look in his eyes. You giggle in response.
‘Two other members love the beach, but they’re from Australia.’
‘Australian beaches are probably not that different from American beaches. But I’ve never been to Australia. Have you?’
Minho nods and you see him close his translation app and switch over to his camera roll. His fingers quickly begin scrolling up through the countless amount of photos he has on his phone.
Not wanting to invade his privacy, you look away from his phone and out the doors in the vestibule once more. Not a single soul is walking– or running– along the sidewalks anymore.
Due to the power outage, there’s not even street lights illuminating in the puddles, it’s almost eerie looking. But, surprisingly, you don’t feel uneasy at all. Especially not with Minho sitting at your side.
Said man hums to get your attention, shuffling closer to you, and you look down at his phone. The picture is absolutely gorgeous.
It’s a photo of the beach, you’re assuming in Australia. The red sun is peeking above the horizon and painting the sky a beautiful wash of reds, pinks, and purples, all of the colors melting into one another. The clouds are wispy and glow in the morning sun.
The ocean seems so beautifully blue, even the foam at the crash of the waves is beautiful.
In front of the ocean is a gaggle of boys, it looks like there’s about seven of them. Each of them have bright, beautiful smiles on their faces reaching their eyes.
You’ve never been able to feel joy radiating from a photo like this, it seems to be contagious since you find a smile pulling at your own lips.
“This photo is beautiful,” you whisper, not taking your eyes off of it.
Minho hums, maybe he understood what you said. His thumb moves and he scrolls to the next picture where two of the boys have taken one of the others by his legs and arms and seem to be pretending to toss him into the surf.
A soft giggle comes from your lips and you find yourself leaning towards him a bit to get a better look at the photo. Truly, you didn’t even notice your shoulders brushing against each other, and by his lack of reaction, it seems Minho didn’t either.
“Friends?” you ask him in your choppy Korean.
Minho looks over at you, his face closer to you than before. His eyes widen a bit at your proximity, but he doesn’t back up at all.
“Family,” he corrects you in his soft English.
An even warmer feeling spreads through your chest and you look back down at the photo. They must be his band members, but they just look so much closer than that. It reminds you of all of your friends back home.
Before you can even think twice, you’re opening your own camera roll, scrolling through an endless sea of memories before finding one specific morning you woke up to go watch the sunrise on the beach.
A tiny, awe-struck noise comes from Minho when he looks down at it.
“Sunrise,” you say and then think for a moment. You’re not sure of the Korean you want to say. “Favorite… time.”
He’s so patient when you speak, it absolutely melts your heart. There’s a different air about his softness with you too. He’s not treating you like a child just learning how to speak, no, he’s just being… nice. He’s being sweet and genuine and it speaks volumes about his character.
“Sunrise,” he says in Korean.
“Sunrise,” you repeat, looking up at him. His eyes were already trained on your face by the time you looked up. A tiny dusting of pink covers your cheeks. How long has he been looking at you?
A happy smile spreads over his lips, the edges curl up playfully. He nods. “Sunrise. Sunrise.”
“Sunrise.” Your voice says softly once more before looking back down at your phone.
Swiping through a few more pictures, you show him the boardwalk that runs down the beaches by your house. Everything from shops, to amusement park rides, to lemonade and ice cream stands litter the entirety of the shore.
He points down at the ferris wheel and shakes his head. “No,” he says simply.
“No?” you ask with a laugh. “Why not?”
“No… no high,” he shakes his head and motions his hands around to emphasize his point.
“Best picture,” you giggle holding your hand up in the air to emphasize the height aspect, then you’re swiping to the next picture taken from the top of the ferris wheel. This time, it was sunset. “Sunset.”
“Sunset.” A pause. “My… My… favorite time.”
A soft hum bubbles up in your throat. He loves sunset whereas you love sunrise. How cute.
“Sunset is beautiful,” you say slowly. Your eyes are still on your phone when you swipe to another photo.
“Beautiful,” Minho whispers softly.
Humming, you nod. “Yes, beautiful.”
A soft puff of air comes out of his nose and fans out over your cheek. When did he get this close? You look up at him and almost bump his nose with yours.
Minho’s head flinches back a bit at your sudden movement, but he makes no move to get further away from you.
He sighs softly, his eyes flitting all over your face, taking in every one of your features. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.
Your eyes widen, that pink blush making its way back to your face. You can’t even help the tiny, giddy giggle that bubbles in your throat. You look down shyly, biting your bottom lip.
Tender, gentle fingers lift your chin back up. Truly, you didn’t notice how cold your skin was until his warm touch spread on your skin.
Is this really happening?
A shiver races down your spine and a soft shudder comes out of your lips. Minho’s eyes look down at your lips and then down at your arm where goosebumps begin to raise.
He pulls away gently, making your brows furrow. Did you do something wrong? Maybe you misread his–
He’s shrugging off his hoodie.
Oh, he thinks you're cold.
Before you can even think to tell him you’re okay, he’s pulling your shoulder forward a bit so he can drape it over your back, bundling you up in such a pleasant, soft warmth. With small, fussy movements, he’s closing the hoodie around your body.
Perhaps you didn’t even notice how cold you were until you were suddenly surrounded in a warmth that can be compared to the fuzziest blanket you own. Not to mention the absolutely delightful scent that wafts upwards into your nose from the fabric.
It’s such a clean, cozy, calming scent. It’s like you buried your nose into the Mahogany Teakwood candle at Bath and Body Works.
Your eyes stay trained on his face while he bundles you up tightly. His hands gently grab your arms and rub up and down a few times to create even more warmth.
“Better,” he murmurs, finally looking up to meet your eyes.
How is it that a stranger has wormed himself into your heart like this? His tender gaze makes your soul feel calm, like those pictures of the morning surf under the sunrise.
“Thank you,” you whisper back to him. Your hands come up to grab at the hoodie, curling into the fabric.
Minho smiles back at you, you can see how his smile grows as he watches you relax into his clothing. There’s no space between your shoulders as you rest against adjacent walls, your two bodies have melted into the corner.
There’s a clap of thunder outside, but neither of you move. Your feet shuffle on the floor as you bring your knees closer to your chest. His legs adjust around yours, feeding them under your bent knees and tangling your limbs up further.
It’s so hard to break Minho’s eye contact, but you do it slowly, looking down at your phone and opening up the translate app once more. His soft breathing hits your cheek with every exhale.
‘You’re too nice to a stranger.’
Minho hums, almost in agreement. He picks up his phone and types back.
‘I’m usually not.’
You read the statement and then look at him, your head cocked to the side. Your brows furrow in confusion, but he types more before you can even ask another question.
‘I don’t know why I feel drawn to you.’
The text looks right back at you. Your heart flutters in your chest and you know that your cheeks get redder and redder by the second. Still, you can’t contain the giddy laugh that makes its way past your lips.
You bite the inside of your cheek to try and hide the smile, but it only makes Minho smile wider. His hand slowly comes up towards your cheek. Right before he’s able to make contact, he stops, hovering over your skin and gazing into your eyes.
A silent question is asked through his eyes. It’s a language that you don’t need any sort of app for. An answer is communicated right back.
Soft, tender warmth spreads over your cheek, radiating all throughout your body in the most gentle glow. His thumb caresses over your cheek bone, swiping gentle strokes back and forth.
You feel the same as him, that’s the strange part. There’s something so alluring about him that you just can’t put your finger on it. He’s pulling you in like a magnet and you don’t even want to fight against it.
There’s so many words sitting on the tip of your tongue, but you know that each and every one of them would fall on deaf ears. Nothing that you can say in the moment would make sense to him.
Exhales are shared and mingled together in the minimal space between your faces,
“Beautiful,” he whispers for your ears only. Not like there’s anyone else to hear it except the ATM sitting dormant in the corner of the vestibule. Not even the mice in the walls would have been able to hear his murmur.
Love at first sight was something you always gawked and scoffed at. You always thought that it was such a Hallmark invention, that there was no way you would be able to just look at someone once and immediately fall head over heels for them.
But here you were, sitting on a dirty floor, feeling your heart beating faster and faster in your chest. Letting your face be cradled by a man you didn’t know two hours ago. By the man who patiently worked with you to communicate.
How is this even possible?
You can count on one hand the amount of things you know about one another.
Minho, who is a famous idol in Korea, who loves sunset and hates heights, who has the most expressive brown eyes you’ve ever seen.
Minho, who did whatever he could just to talk to you when he could have just as easily sat in silence on the other side of the vestibule.
His hand slowly drags down your cheek, each finger gliding down your skin towards your jawline to lift under your chin.
Another silent question passes through both of you in the one language you seem to both be fluent in.
Your eyes flick down to his lips and he hears you loud and clear.
Minho leans in slowly, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight touch. But, despite how soft the kiss is, heat spreads through your body in a grand wave, rushing through your fingertips and into your toes.
The first press is long and sweet, the two of you simply melting into the sensation of being locked together.
He pulls away only for a moment, his eyes gazing down at your lips before he swoops in again, this time his movements a bit quicker.
His hand returns to your cheek, guiding your head to tilt to the side to gain better access to your lips.
A soft sigh leaves your nose and your own hand travels up to grab at his shirt gently, just needing to hold onto him in any way possible.
Minho responds to your sigh, his lips moving a bit faster against yours. Both of your lips part and close, moving like mirror images of one another. Every few kisses, your noses brush against one another, but it doesn’t deter you from your actions at all.
Slowly, your hand travels from his shirt up to his neck, running up the side of his flushed skin. He feels feverish to the touch and it only spurs you on to keep moving. At the contact on his own body, Minho lets out a tiny grunt against your lips, his kisses stutter for a moment but he’s back to kissing you after just a moment.
Up, up, up, your hand travels over his moving jaw, to his cheek, then moving back to thread in his soft, brown trusses of hair. God, everything about him is just so perfect. It’s like you’re combing your fingers through the softest of cotton.
His kisses are getting deeper, little sighs come from both of your mouths as the passion continues on. Minho’s body turns towards yours a bit more, his knees canting up and almost forcing your legs onto his lap.
Tentatively, you feel his tongue poke out from between his lips, licking gently at your lower lip. You don’t even hesitate to give him access to your mouth. A gentle moan claws its way up your throat as his tongue licks into your mouth.
The hand on your cheek grips you a bit tighter, holding your face to his– as if you would want to try and move away from Minho and his addicting kisses.
“I just can’t help it,” he whispers in Korean against your spit, soaked lips before capturing them once more. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”
All you catch is your name and it sends a shiver down your spine. You don’t even need to know what else he said, his tone says it all. The way it comes out in a breathy exhale is enough to send your mind reeling.
“Please,” you murmur into his mouth before he presses his lips to yours once more with the same amount of passion and need in his actions.
More and more rain hits the glass doors, becoming the only sound that can be heard in the room except for your shared exhales, pants, and breathy moans.
Slowly, the kisses begin to calm down. Minho pulls away for a moment to take a long breath. His thumb moves to brush against your lower lip like a butterfly landing on a flower.
His eyes open just a crack, gazing down at your mouth with a hazy look in his eye. As he slowly catches his breath, he presses his forehead against yours, his fingers brushing along the heated skin on your face.
“Forgive me, I didn’t do things in order,” he whispers. “I should’ve taken you out first.”
Your eyes open and you look at him in confusion. “Hm?”
His jaw clenches before he swallows and he takes another long moment to look over your face, his features soft and welcoming.
There’s some movement as his other hand blindly pats around his lap for his phone. He can’t physically tear himself away from you long enough to even look down.
Another tiny laugh comes from your lips.
Your fingers move out of his hair to come around and gently run over his features, brushing against his jawline, to then trace up to his lips and up the length of his nose, memorizing each and every detail.
Minho melts into your touch, his face moving closer to your touch, seeking you out.
His hand finally finds his phone and he grabs it blindly, flipping it around in his lap and tearing his gaze away from your face to glance down at it.
Thumbs are flying across the screen to type at his translate app. He’s typing so quickly on his phone that you can't help but laugh a bit.
Before he’s able to turn the phone around, there are a few sharp knocks against the glass of the vestibule. The two of you practically jump out of your skin and your heads whip over to the doors.
Red and blue lights are flashing outside and it looks like two police officers are standing outside, peering in at you both. They wave when they see they’ve caught your attention.
Minho looks at the police officers, then to you, then back to the officers, and then back to you once more. His mouth opens and closes a few times and he tries to form a few words but you’re untangling your limbs from one another.
In a moment, you’re both on your feet as the officers work on unlocking the doors from the outside.
Minho gently grabs at your arm and you look down where he’s touching and your heart sinks a little. His eyes look a little questioning and desperate.
“Oh,” you say sadly. You shrug off his jacket, and hand it back to him. Minho’s eyebrows pull together and his lips part. He looks down at the jacket and then up at you.
“No,” he says firmly.
“Are you two alright?” The police officer calls inside in Korean.
“We’re okay,” Minho responds without breaking eye contact with you. He puts a hand on his jacket still dangling over your arm and pushes it back towards you.
“Minho?” you ask, looking at him and then at the officer approaching you both.
“We apologize for the delay, but we knew you two were safe, so we had to prioritize,” the officer says.
You blink at him blankly for a moment before then looking back at Minho.
“She’s a foreigner,” he says to the officer, finally looking away from you. “She doesn’t know Korean.”
“Ah,” the officer responds. “My apologies. You can tell her that she’s free to go.” He nods at the two of you and motions towards the door. You take his hint and slowly begin follow him.
Once again, Minho tugs on your arm and you pause, turning around to look at him. He’s holding his phone up to your face with a pleading look in his eye.
‘Can I please buy you a drink?’
A wide smile spreads across your cheeks and you can’t deny the relief that you feel inside your chest. The moment your lips twitch upwards, Minho immediately mirrors it.
“Yes,” you respond. “I love to go.”
He chuckles at your choppy Korean once more before taking his jacket out of your hands and wrapping you inside it once more. This time, he grabs the hood and pulls it up over your head.
With a satisfied hum, he nods and laces your fingers together.
