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“Keep your eyes on me. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this good for the rest of your life.”
[ abstract ]: Minho confronts you about your initial idea of wanting to meet up with your ex in Busan. But you prove that there’s nothing to worry about. And, oh so suddenly, a missing letter reappears.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, childhood friends/enemies → lovers, non idol au, ex’s enemy, demisexual reader, angst + fluff + smut, sunshine x grumpy, she falls first but he falls harder
[ warning ]: explicit content [ includes oral f rec, semi-protected piv, mating press, minho is a little bit possessive but the hot kind 🤭, spanking, messy as always, praise, reader gets called desperate and brat, creampie ], mention of therapy, hyunwoo being hyunwoo
[ words ]: 3.4K
[ note ]: sorry for the 2 months break… writer’s block and irl stress was getting the best of me. there is gonna be some epilogue one day to this (chapter 20) but the story ends here for now. they deserve their happily ever after 🩵 i love you all and thank you for being patient. i hope you enjoy despite the wait :)
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“You’re here because of him, aren’t you?”
The words are echoing through the room, as your throat becomes dry. Your phone feels heavy in your hand, after Minho pushed it towards you.
“Come on, speak up,” he says, his voice breaking. He really wants to come off confident, nonchalant, as if nothing could hurt him in this world when he knows this isn’t true. There’s no one who could ever get under his skin like you do.
And now you did it once more. Broke his heart again. You should do this professionally, he knows what he’s talking about. But is it really that fair? After all, he can’t trust Hyunwoo anyway. It’s Hyunwoo.
“W-What did he say?” you ask, your voice even smaller than his and a sting of pain rushes through his chest listening to it.
“I wanna hear it from you, Y/N. You’re choosing him again, aren’t you? I’m still only the second best, huh?”
It’s his insecurities talking. At least he’s trying to convince himself of that. This can’t be all an act, right? These past days you spent together were out of this world. It felt real. So real. Even better than he’s ever imagined. There weren't just sparks, it was constant fireworks whenever you were with him.
“Hyunwoo was the second best. I’ve never chosen him, Minho. You rejected me,” you clear things up. You understand that he's hurt. Still, it’s unfair that he doesn’t listen to your version of the story first. But you’re gonna prove it to you. You’ll capture this chance. You’ve never loved someone as much as the man standing in front of you and you’ve let him run away too many times before.
“So, this is what it is? You’re not patient enough to wait for me and you run off to the next guy that happens to be my roommate? To make sure you rub it in my face, huh?”
You gasp. “What are you even talking about?”
“I can’t believe you.” He takes a deep breath, his jaw clenching. “You know… it’s clear that we still haven’t talked about the elephant in the room. But there’s no need for it when this is the same shit all over again.”
Well, now you’re just confused.
“Minho, I can’t follow… what elephant?” you question.
“Come on, don’t play dumb. It doesn't put you in a better light, I promise,” he replies, a tear running down his face and you feel as if you’re caught in a fever dream.
“I’m… I seriously don’t get it…” you admit.
He sighs. Minho takes a step back, letting the palm of his hand cover his eyes for a second, as he turns around. Sometimes opening a window helps, but he doesn’t make it that far, as impulsivity takes over him. “Tell me the truth, then. Are you here because of Hyunwoo?”
“I’m not,” you immediately say. “Listen, whatever he said to you is bullshit. He’s a bastard. He hired your company to break up with me, what do you expect?”
“Nothing much. Just for the record, I know he was talking shit. But I wanna hear the truth from you,” Minho tells you. This isn’t about your ex. It’s about the two of you finally coming clear with what’s been between you for almost a decade now.
“Alright. Here’s your truth then,” you start, walking closer to him. “I went to Busan with you because I knew he was gonna have a meeting here. I wanted to meet up with him. Not for making up. For punching him in the face, if I’m completely honest. Not sure if I’d go for his nose or his chin. Haven’t figured that out. I wanted answers. For the sake of my sanity.” You take a deep breath, shivering. “You told me he cheated on me. That was a fucking week ago. Minho, I’m overwhelmed. My whole world turned upside down and you want to blame me for yet another impulsive decision?”
“N-No,” he gulps. “That makes sense.”
“Why would I want to be with him? Why are we even talking about him?” you ask, at defeat.
“It’s… I… You were engaged to him, after all. That’s not a decision you make every day,” he states. Minho is right. You were engaged to Hyunwoo. But not because you loved him. You told yourself that’s the final step to get over your childhood friend who rejected you so many times.
“I’m really sorry. I understand that this came off the wrong way and it was never my intention to hurt you. Hyunwoo called last night. I didn’t pick up. I wanted to block him.” Your eyes meet his own and for a second you believe his cold facade is slowly melting. “Yes, my initial reason for coming to Busan was to confront him. But not in order to make up. It was for me to move on. So I can be with you.”
“Y/N…”
“No I’m gonna prove it to you.” You grab your phone again. You must have placed it on the nightstand table during this heated discussion or, well, monologue. Dialling your mother’s number, you put the device on speaker.
She picks up immediately. “Sweetheart. Are you alright? You haven’t replied in days. Is everything okay?”
“Hi, mum. I’m… calling because… the wedding isn’t happening. Hyunwoo and I split up,” you blurt out. Minho stares at you with wide eyes. He knows you sometimes have trouble talking to your mum about stuff like this. And her finding out about the break up makes it… so final.
“Thank God, my prayers have been heard,” the woman replies. Minho chuckles.
“What?!”
“It’s… sweetie, listen, apart from Hyunwoo not being the most… sympathetic person in this world, I always felt as if you didn’t… quite like him,” she confesses.
“You’re right. Thank you… although that information would have been helpful a little sooner,” you speak through gritted teeth.
You mother sighs. “I knew you were gonna figure it out on your own. You’re a strong woman, you know that, right? I’m proud of you, always.”
Your heart feels all warm and fuzzy and Minho places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it for comfort.
“Thank you… uhm, there’s another thing,” you begin again.
“Are you pregnant?”
“God, no,” you immediately say. “It’s… I know it sounds like jumping the gun since the breakup happened not that long ago but… Minho and I, we are a couple.” You place your hand on the microphone, speaking to only him now when you continue. “If he still wants me.”
He gives you a small smile, as a nod follows.
“Took you long enough, sweetie,” your mother replies. “Listen—I need to head to bed. But greetings to my future son-in-law. I owe his mother five thousand won since I lost the bet.”
A rhythmic sound appears, indicating your mother ended the call. You place the phone away.
“That was… I didn’t expect that,” Minho admits.
The two of you walk towards the bed, sitting down.
“I surprised myself a bit. But it’s still my turn.” He chuckles, as you continue rambling. “Look, I’m even ready to forgive you for turning me down and pretending my drunk confession and everything before never happened. That was over two years ago. You’re a different person now. I don’t know how this happened—if it’s your stable job, your new friends or if you perhaps went to therapy—which I would support—but… I cannot bring unresolved baggage into this either. I needed to close this chapter. Because you deserve this. We do.”
Minho scoots closer. He understand you. And he appreciates the thought you—for once—put into your decisions. “Okay… that makes sense. I’m sorry… it’s just… I know rejecting you was the most cruel thing I did. I had my reasons though, as you know. You’re right. Therapy helped a lot. I wasn’t ready and I would have broken your heart so much worse if we dated but—wait—you know all this. Why are you speaking as if that’s new info?”
Why would you know that? Last time you checked, Minho rejected you after your drunk confession.
“I don’t remember suffering from amnesia. This is new,” you state.
“But… I already told you this… in the letter. Have you never read it?”
Minho wouldn’t blame you. He knows he was, first, too late and, second, that you would have deserved to have him say these words to your face.
“What letter?”
And in that moment he curses himself for not ever thinking about the secret third option in all those years. Of course you never received it. Minho made the mistake of placing it on your bedroom table in the college dorm, but someone else must have found it before you could.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Hyunwoo won’t see the light of the day tomorrow, I swear,” he grunts.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Give me your phone,” he says, his demeanour switching instantly. You curse yourself because of the arousal you feel from seeing him like this—anger washing over his face, as his veins pop out and his jaw clenches.
“W-What?”
“I said, give me your phone, princess. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Minho adds and you follow suit.
An hour later you find yourself in the hotel lobby again, this time facing your ex-fiancé. It‘s odd seeing him here. Although that’s probably not the best word to describe him. You have waited for this moment for so long now and now that he's finally standing in front of you, your voice gets stuck in your throat.
When Hyunwoo broke up with you—or made Minho do the dirty work—you wanted nothing more to punch him in the face. If it wasn’t for your new boyfriend being there, you would have torn your ex‘s apartment down. Hyunwoo has always called you impulsive in that negative sense, completely ignoring that you always turn angry after he's provoked you with no end.
But now… now it feels like it doesn’t matter anymore. It never really did. You’ve never loved him and that’s your part of being the wrong one in this past relationship. Sure, Hyunwoo is the most pathetic man on this planet, but you dated him. Deep down knowing you didn’t want to end up with him for the rest of his life. Maybe hes always sensed it.
“Hi Y/N, hi Minho,“ your ex starts as if he‘s reading your mind and the information that he is about to reveal will make this all so fucking ironic that it’ll have you wondering if you’re secretly caught in a mediocrely written romance book.
“Hyunwoo,“ your new boyfriend says, as he‘s holding your hand, making sure your ex sees it.
“Ive got some explanations to do,“ he starts again. “I’m—I cannot turn back time, I know that. I was selfish, I was in the wrong and in the end it didn’t work out for a reason.“
“Was the cheating really necessary though?“ you blurt out.
“I—“
“Come on, Hyunwoo. Tell her. Even if it‘s two years late,” Minho encourages him, which holds him back from punching the other man in the face.
“I specifically asked for Minho to deliver the message. He and I aren’t friends anymore because… I have known about his feelings for you for quite some time. I was possessive. I’m a coward but I also wanted the two of you to be together instead. So… that’s why I hired him,” he explains.
All you let out is a gasp. “Don’t expect any applause or praise for that, you piece of shit.”
Even Minho is surprised by your sudden rage, although he knows it’s the right thing to do. He knows your temper, he’s aware you always stand your ground and he’s glad you do it right now too.
Your ex reaches in his shoulder bag and pulls out a crinkled envelope. He takes hesitant steps towards you. His hands are shaking, you can tell, and for a second you feel pity for him. The ugly kind.
“I… I found this in your bedroom some years ago when we started dating. I‘m ashamed to admit this but I hid this letter from you all these years. I… think it‘s best if you read it. After all it was meant for you anyway. I'll leave you guys alone, yeah?“ Hyunwoo rambles, before he is out of the hotel lobby, basically running for his life, looking like a chicken.
You don’t know what to say. It feels as if the world stopped moving, this weird sensation you experience in a dream when you keep ignoring that it isn’t real. But maybe this time it is.
Minho guides you to the nearest sofa in the hotel lobby, helping you sit down. The envelope feels cold when it grazes your skin and you try to focus on the moment. It’s what you always do when dizziness announces itself inside your head and body. Your environment turns dark and silent, so you take a deep breath.
Opening the envelope slowly, you pull out the letter that’s inside it. The pieces of paper are glued together, you can tell that Hyunwoo must have torn it apart in a moment of anger. You wonder why he kept it then. Did his consciousness tell him that he's in the wrong?
You choose to ignore all those questions, instead focusing on the material of the paper. It’s a baby blue paper, bunny figures printed into the material. A smile appears on your face, as a tear rolls down your cheek. Minho is sitting next to you, feeling as if he‘s paralysed. All these years he thought you read the letter and made the decision to not understand his reasons. He wouldn’t have blamed you. It was difficult back then, he was difficult. Fuck, hes even a stubborn idiot today from time to time.
But he wanted you to know that this was never about him not loving you back. This was about him not being ready, about him knowing that in this state back then he would have broken your heart caused by stupid mistakes.
You wipe another tear away, before you start reading.
“Dear Y/N,
this is the fifth letter I‘m writing because I don’t know how to phrase it. My mind is a total mess but you deserve the truth, you deserve to know about this mess.
I‘ve never known what my purpose in life is. I’ve never fit in, I've always felt misunderstood and as if I was doing everything wrong. However, you’ve always been there for me. No matter how much I pushed you back.
So, I realised there’s two things I have always been sure about:
First, I am in love with you. I have been in love with you, officially, since you took care of me when I had that cold and, unofficially, since I met you. This will never change. No matter how far away we are, with whom we are or what we’re doing—I will forever love you. You’re the best that has ever happened to you. Any room you enter, you light up, like my sun. You’re not only smart and beautiful, no, you’re the most astonishing woman I’ve ever met.
Second, therefore, I want what is best for you and, unfortunately, this is not me yet. I am aware of the issues that I have been dealing with, the deep trauma that needs fixing that only a professional can guide me through because otherwise I would involuntarily break your precious heart. So, I am doing therapy to fix these things so I can be the man by your side that you deserve.
I don’t expect you to wait for me. My love for you is enough for the both of us. But I would be very happy if we find each other again one day.
— Minho.“
The letter falls down to the floor, once you’re done reading. Tears are pricking on your lower lashline again but this time they aren’t caused by hurt. They symbolise relief. Happiness. Satisfaction.
You shake your head, giggling, as you make your way towards your boyfriend. Minho stumbles back a little, when you place your lips on his own, sealing them with a kiss.
He chuckles, too, before speaking, “Thank you for waiting for me. I’m sorry for–“
“Don’t apologise. You were right, Min. Now is the perfect time. I’m happy and proud you sorted all that stuff out for me but also for you. I’ve always loved you—every version of you,” you confess.
He presses a kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much, darling. You made me this version. So much more than that.”
After a long day spent finally exploring the city of Busan together—doing all the tourist stuff and going to the beach—Minho and you had a wonderful evening at a cosy restaurant, before you came back to the hotel room for your last night here.
He’s got you spread out on the mattress, devouring you like it’s the best thing in this world (it is, he can’t get enough!) as he hums against your wetness. You taste better than anything else in this world, and he lets you know by the noises he keeps making, almost being louder than you.
Although, you would never miss a chance to let your boyfriend know what a perfect lover he is—moans and whimpers are echoing around, as you grip the sheets.
“I think at this point we are drawn to this hotel room. We always end up here. You on your back, spreading your legs for me so prettily,” he hastily says between licks and kisses. He’s never been so eager with anyone else. Minho has troubles not coming in his pants from eating you out. He’s not even being touched. That’s the effect you have on him.
“That’s all that has ever mattered. Being yours,” you reply, letting your head fall back, when he curls those two fingers inside your hole.
He almost reaches his own high when listening to these words, as cheesy as it sounds.
“Hm, I was made for you, too,” he chuckles. A string of saliva hits your clit, before Minho rushes to spread it. You’re already drenched enough, but he adores how messy things can get.
Your boyfriend is bringing you closer to the nth orgasm of the night—you seriously lost count—before he drags his tongue away, a mischievous smile decorating his face.
“Wha– why–“
He chuckles, “Come on, baby, be a bit patient, will you?” He doesn’t need to slip out of any clothes since you’ve been at it for hours now, as he positions his hardened cock between your folds. “I’ve been fucking you for eternity and you desperate little brat still can’t get enough, hm?”
His words make your head spin around. And so does the sensation, when his thick length enters you. Minho is stretching you out so deliciously, grazing over that certain spot when he throws your legs over his shoulders. This is his favourite position with you. He’s never liked it that much before—way too intimate. But with you, he can’t even be close enough.
“Let’s just stay like this forever,” he mumbles, “forget our responsibilities. Sounds like a dream.”
You giggle, “It does. I can’t get enough of you.”
Minho finds a steady rhythm, making sure to place sweet little kisses all over your face and neck, whenever a moan slips out of you—so opposite to how roughly he’s pounding into you. Your walls are tightening around him, showing him how much they adore having him inside you.
“You’re so fucking needy… all for me?” he asks.
“Hm…” you giggle, while your brain turns into mush.
Slap. The palm of his hand collides with your ass check. “I didn’t hear you. Don’t be shy.”
“A-All for you, Min,” you whimper.
“Who do you belong to?”
You love this possessive side of him. You’ve never thought this would arouse you so much.
“Y-You, only you.”
“Eyes on me, baby,” he orders and you follow suit. “Keep your eyes on me, when you come. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this fucking good for the rest of your life.”
That’s what pushes you over the edge, as your come around him, seeing stars yet another time. Minho’s climax follows, as he spills his seed into you, marking you as his in any sense of the word.
He carefully slips out of you, before he whispers. “I love you so much, angel.”
“I love you too, Min.”
[ note ]: thank you guys so much for reading this series until the end. and for being so patient. and to everyone who read this for the 2nd time and was patient enough for me to do a re-run of this! once my life gets less busy, i will share lots of other ideas and stories with you! i am very much looking forward to this and utterly grateful for you, whenever you manage to make my everyday life a little better. thank you for making this blog my comfort space ✨ Yours, Cece 🩵
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“Keep your eyes on me. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this good for the rest of your life.”
[ abstract ]: Minho confronts you about your initial idea of wanting to meet up with your ex in Busan. But you prove that there’s nothing to worry about. And, oh so suddenly, a missing letter reappears.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, childhood friends/enemies → lovers, non idol au, ex’s enemy, demisexual reader, angst + fluff + smut, sunshine x grumpy, she falls first but he falls harder
[ warning ]: explicit content [ includes oral f rec, semi-protected piv, mating press, minho is a little bit possessive but the hot kind 🤭, spanking, messy as always, praise, reader gets called desperate and brat, creampie ], mention of therapy, hyunwoo being hyunwoo
[ words ]: 3.4K
[ note ]: sorry for the 2 months break… writer’s block and irl stress was getting the best of me. there is gonna be some epilogue one day to this (chapter 20) but the story ends here for now. they deserve their happily ever after 🩵 i love you all and thank you for being patient. i hope you enjoy despite the wait :)
[ !! ]: the beautiful dividers are from @saradika-graphics
“You’re here because of him, aren’t you?”
The words are echoing through the room, as your throat becomes dry. Your phone feels heavy in your hand, after Minho pushed it towards you.
“Come on, speak up,” he says, his voice breaking. He really wants to come off confident, nonchalant, as if nothing could hurt him in this world when he knows this isn’t true. There’s no one who could ever get under his skin like you do.
And now you did it once more. Broke his heart again. You should do this professionally, he knows what he’s talking about. But is it really that fair? After all, he can’t trust Hyunwoo anyway. It’s Hyunwoo.
“W-What did he say?” you ask, your voice even smaller than his and a sting of pain rushes through his chest listening to it.
“I wanna hear it from you, Y/N. You’re choosing him again, aren’t you? I’m still only the second best, huh?”
It’s his insecurities talking. At least he’s trying to convince himself of that. This can’t be all an act, right? These past days you spent together were out of this world. It felt real. So real. Even better than he’s ever imagined. There weren't just sparks, it was constant fireworks whenever you were with him.
“Hyunwoo was the second best. I’ve never chosen him, Minho. You rejected me,” you clear things up. You understand that he's hurt. Still, it’s unfair that he doesn’t listen to your version of the story first. But you’re gonna prove it to you. You’ll capture this chance. You’ve never loved someone as much as the man standing in front of you and you’ve let him run away too many times before.
“So, this is what it is? You’re not patient enough to wait for me and you run off to the next guy that happens to be my roommate? To make sure you rub it in my face, huh?”
You gasp. “What are you even talking about?”
“I can’t believe you.” He takes a deep breath, his jaw clenching. “You know… it’s clear that we still haven’t talked about the elephant in the room. But there’s no need for it when this is the same shit all over again.”
Well, now you’re just confused.
“Minho, I can’t follow… what elephant?” you question.
“Come on, don’t play dumb. It doesn't put you in a better light, I promise,” he replies, a tear running down his face and you feel as if you’re caught in a fever dream.
“I’m… I seriously don’t get it…” you admit.
He sighs. Minho takes a step back, letting the palm of his hand cover his eyes for a second, as he turns around. Sometimes opening a window helps, but he doesn’t make it that far, as impulsivity takes over him. “Tell me the truth, then. Are you here because of Hyunwoo?”
“I’m not,” you immediately say. “Listen, whatever he said to you is bullshit. He’s a bastard. He hired your company to break up with me, what do you expect?”
“Nothing much. Just for the record, I know he was talking shit. But I wanna hear the truth from you,” Minho tells you. This isn’t about your ex. It’s about the two of you finally coming clear with what’s been between you for almost a decade now.
“Alright. Here’s your truth then,” you start, walking closer to him. “I went to Busan with you because I knew he was gonna have a meeting here. I wanted to meet up with him. Not for making up. For punching him in the face, if I’m completely honest. Not sure if I’d go for his nose or his chin. Haven’t figured that out. I wanted answers. For the sake of my sanity.” You take a deep breath, shivering. “You told me he cheated on me. That was a fucking week ago. Minho, I’m overwhelmed. My whole world turned upside down and you want to blame me for yet another impulsive decision?”
“N-No,” he gulps. “That makes sense.”
“Why would I want to be with him? Why are we even talking about him?” you ask, at defeat.
“It’s… I… You were engaged to him, after all. That’s not a decision you make every day,” he states. Minho is right. You were engaged to Hyunwoo. But not because you loved him. You told yourself that’s the final step to get over your childhood friend who rejected you so many times.
“I’m really sorry. I understand that this came off the wrong way and it was never my intention to hurt you. Hyunwoo called last night. I didn’t pick up. I wanted to block him.” Your eyes meet his own and for a second you believe his cold facade is slowly melting. “Yes, my initial reason for coming to Busan was to confront him. But not in order to make up. It was for me to move on. So I can be with you.”
“Y/N…”
“No I’m gonna prove it to you.” You grab your phone again. You must have placed it on the nightstand table during this heated discussion or, well, monologue. Dialling your mother’s number, you put the device on speaker.
She picks up immediately. “Sweetheart. Are you alright? You haven’t replied in days. Is everything okay?”
“Hi, mum. I’m… calling because… the wedding isn’t happening. Hyunwoo and I split up,” you blurt out. Minho stares at you with wide eyes. He knows you sometimes have trouble talking to your mum about stuff like this. And her finding out about the break up makes it… so final.
“Thank God, my prayers have been heard,” the woman replies. Minho chuckles.
“What?!”
“It’s… sweetie, listen, apart from Hyunwoo not being the most… sympathetic person in this world, I always felt as if you didn’t… quite like him,” she confesses.
“You’re right. Thank you… although that information would have been helpful a little sooner,” you speak through gritted teeth.
You mother sighs. “I knew you were gonna figure it out on your own. You’re a strong woman, you know that, right? I’m proud of you, always.”
Your heart feels all warm and fuzzy and Minho places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it for comfort.
“Thank you… uhm, there’s another thing,” you begin again.
“Are you pregnant?”
“God, no,” you immediately say. “It’s… I know it sounds like jumping the gun since the breakup happened not that long ago but… Minho and I, we are a couple.” You place your hand on the microphone, speaking to only him now when you continue. “If he still wants me.”
He gives you a small smile, as a nod follows.
“Took you long enough, sweetie,” your mother replies. “Listen—I need to head to bed. But greetings to my future son-in-law. I owe his mother five thousand won since I lost the bet.”
A rhythmic sound appears, indicating your mother ended the call. You place the phone away.
“That was… I didn’t expect that,” Minho admits.
The two of you walk towards the bed, sitting down.
“I surprised myself a bit. But it’s still my turn.” He chuckles, as you continue rambling. “Look, I’m even ready to forgive you for turning me down and pretending my drunk confession and everything before never happened. That was over two years ago. You’re a different person now. I don’t know how this happened—if it’s your stable job, your new friends or if you perhaps went to therapy—which I would support—but… I cannot bring unresolved baggage into this either. I needed to close this chapter. Because you deserve this. We do.”
Minho scoots closer. He understand you. And he appreciates the thought you—for once—put into your decisions. “Okay… that makes sense. I’m sorry… it’s just… I know rejecting you was the most cruel thing I did. I had my reasons though, as you know. You’re right. Therapy helped a lot. I wasn’t ready and I would have broken your heart so much worse if we dated but—wait—you know all this. Why are you speaking as if that’s new info?”
Why would you know that? Last time you checked, Minho rejected you after your drunk confession.
“I don’t remember suffering from amnesia. This is new,” you state.
“But… I already told you this… in the letter. Have you never read it?”
Minho wouldn’t blame you. He knows he was, first, too late and, second, that you would have deserved to have him say these words to your face.
“What letter?”
And in that moment he curses himself for not ever thinking about the secret third option in all those years. Of course you never received it. Minho made the mistake of placing it on your bedroom table in the college dorm, but someone else must have found it before you could.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Hyunwoo won’t see the light of the day tomorrow, I swear,” he grunts.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Give me your phone,” he says, his demeanour switching instantly. You curse yourself because of the arousal you feel from seeing him like this—anger washing over his face, as his veins pop out and his jaw clenches.
“W-What?”
“I said, give me your phone, princess. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Minho adds and you follow suit.
An hour later you find yourself in the hotel lobby again, this time facing your ex-fiancé. It‘s odd seeing him here. Although that’s probably not the best word to describe him. You have waited for this moment for so long now and now that he's finally standing in front of you, your voice gets stuck in your throat.
When Hyunwoo broke up with you—or made Minho do the dirty work—you wanted nothing more to punch him in the face. If it wasn’t for your new boyfriend being there, you would have torn your ex‘s apartment down. Hyunwoo has always called you impulsive in that negative sense, completely ignoring that you always turn angry after he's provoked you with no end.
But now… now it feels like it doesn’t matter anymore. It never really did. You’ve never loved him and that’s your part of being the wrong one in this past relationship. Sure, Hyunwoo is the most pathetic man on this planet, but you dated him. Deep down knowing you didn’t want to end up with him for the rest of his life. Maybe hes always sensed it.
“Hi Y/N, hi Minho,“ your ex starts as if he‘s reading your mind and the information that he is about to reveal will make this all so fucking ironic that it’ll have you wondering if you’re secretly caught in a mediocrely written romance book.
“Hyunwoo,“ your new boyfriend says, as he‘s holding your hand, making sure your ex sees it.
“Ive got some explanations to do,“ he starts again. “I’m—I cannot turn back time, I know that. I was selfish, I was in the wrong and in the end it didn’t work out for a reason.“
“Was the cheating really necessary though?“ you blurt out.
“I—“
“Come on, Hyunwoo. Tell her. Even if it‘s two years late,” Minho encourages him, which holds him back from punching the other man in the face.
“I specifically asked for Minho to deliver the message. He and I aren’t friends anymore because… I have known about his feelings for you for quite some time. I was possessive. I’m a coward but I also wanted the two of you to be together instead. So… that’s why I hired him,” he explains.
All you let out is a gasp. “Don’t expect any applause or praise for that, you piece of shit.”
Even Minho is surprised by your sudden rage, although he knows it’s the right thing to do. He knows your temper, he’s aware you always stand your ground and he’s glad you do it right now too.
Your ex reaches in his shoulder bag and pulls out a crinkled envelope. He takes hesitant steps towards you. His hands are shaking, you can tell, and for a second you feel pity for him. The ugly kind.
“I… I found this in your bedroom some years ago when we started dating. I‘m ashamed to admit this but I hid this letter from you all these years. I… think it‘s best if you read it. After all it was meant for you anyway. I'll leave you guys alone, yeah?“ Hyunwoo rambles, before he is out of the hotel lobby, basically running for his life, looking like a chicken.
You don’t know what to say. It feels as if the world stopped moving, this weird sensation you experience in a dream when you keep ignoring that it isn’t real. But maybe this time it is.
Minho guides you to the nearest sofa in the hotel lobby, helping you sit down. The envelope feels cold when it grazes your skin and you try to focus on the moment. It’s what you always do when dizziness announces itself inside your head and body. Your environment turns dark and silent, so you take a deep breath.
Opening the envelope slowly, you pull out the letter that’s inside it. The pieces of paper are glued together, you can tell that Hyunwoo must have torn it apart in a moment of anger. You wonder why he kept it then. Did his consciousness tell him that he's in the wrong?
You choose to ignore all those questions, instead focusing on the material of the paper. It’s a baby blue paper, bunny figures printed into the material. A smile appears on your face, as a tear rolls down your cheek. Minho is sitting next to you, feeling as if he‘s paralysed. All these years he thought you read the letter and made the decision to not understand his reasons. He wouldn’t have blamed you. It was difficult back then, he was difficult. Fuck, hes even a stubborn idiot today from time to time.
But he wanted you to know that this was never about him not loving you back. This was about him not being ready, about him knowing that in this state back then he would have broken your heart caused by stupid mistakes.
You wipe another tear away, before you start reading.
“Dear Y/N,
this is the fifth letter I‘m writing because I don’t know how to phrase it. My mind is a total mess but you deserve the truth, you deserve to know about this mess.
I‘ve never known what my purpose in life is. I’ve never fit in, I've always felt misunderstood and as if I was doing everything wrong. However, you’ve always been there for me. No matter how much I pushed you back.
So, I realised there’s two things I have always been sure about:
First, I am in love with you. I have been in love with you, officially, since you took care of me when I had that cold and, unofficially, since I met you. This will never change. No matter how far away we are, with whom we are or what we’re doing—I will forever love you. You’re the best that has ever happened to you. Any room you enter, you light up, like my sun. You’re not only smart and beautiful, no, you’re the most astonishing woman I’ve ever met.
Second, therefore, I want what is best for you and, unfortunately, this is not me yet. I am aware of the issues that I have been dealing with, the deep trauma that needs fixing that only a professional can guide me through because otherwise I would involuntarily break your precious heart. So, I am doing therapy to fix these things so I can be the man by your side that you deserve.
I don’t expect you to wait for me. My love for you is enough for the both of us. But I would be very happy if we find each other again one day.
— Minho.“
The letter falls down to the floor, once you’re done reading. Tears are pricking on your lower lashline again but this time they aren’t caused by hurt. They symbolise relief. Happiness. Satisfaction.
You shake your head, giggling, as you make your way towards your boyfriend. Minho stumbles back a little, when you place your lips on his own, sealing them with a kiss.
He chuckles, too, before speaking, “Thank you for waiting for me. I’m sorry for–“
“Don’t apologise. You were right, Min. Now is the perfect time. I’m happy and proud you sorted all that stuff out for me but also for you. I’ve always loved you—every version of you,” you confess.
He presses a kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much, darling. You made me this version. So much more than that.”
After a long day spent finally exploring the city of Busan together—doing all the tourist stuff and going to the beach—Minho and you had a wonderful evening at a cosy restaurant, before you came back to the hotel room for your last night here.
He’s got you spread out on the mattress, devouring you like it’s the best thing in this world (it is, he can’t get enough!) as he hums against your wetness. You taste better than anything else in this world, and he lets you know by the noises he keeps making, almost being louder than you.
Although, you would never miss a chance to let your boyfriend know what a perfect lover he is—moans and whimpers are echoing around, as you grip the sheets.
“I think at this point we are drawn to this hotel room. We always end up here. You on your back, spreading your legs for me so prettily,” he hastily says between licks and kisses. He’s never been so eager with anyone else. Minho has troubles not coming in his pants from eating you out. He’s not even being touched. That’s the effect you have on him.
“That’s all that has ever mattered. Being yours,” you reply, letting your head fall back, when he curls those two fingers inside your hole.
He almost reaches his own high when listening to these words, as cheesy as it sounds.
“Hm, I was made for you, too,” he chuckles. A string of saliva hits your clit, before Minho rushes to spread it. You’re already drenched enough, but he adores how messy things can get.
Your boyfriend is bringing you closer to the nth orgasm of the night—you seriously lost count—before he drags his tongue away, a mischievous smile decorating his face.
“Wha– why–“
He chuckles, “Come on, baby, be a bit patient, will you?” He doesn’t need to slip out of any clothes since you’ve been at it for hours now, as he positions his hardened cock between your folds. “I’ve been fucking you for eternity and you desperate little brat still can’t get enough, hm?”
His words make your head spin around. And so does the sensation, when his thick length enters you. Minho is stretching you out so deliciously, grazing over that certain spot when he throws your legs over his shoulders. This is his favourite position with you. He’s never liked it that much before—way too intimate. But with you, he can’t even be close enough.
“Let’s just stay like this forever,” he mumbles, “forget our responsibilities. Sounds like a dream.”
You giggle, “It does. I can’t get enough of you.”
Minho finds a steady rhythm, making sure to place sweet little kisses all over your face and neck, whenever a moan slips out of you—so opposite to how roughly he’s pounding into you. Your walls are tightening around him, showing him how much they adore having him inside you.
“You’re so fucking needy… all for me?” he asks.
“Hm…” you giggle, while your brain turns into mush.
Slap. The palm of his hand collides with your ass check. “I didn’t hear you. Don’t be shy.”
“A-All for you, Min,” you whimper.
“Who do you belong to?”
You love this possessive side of him. You’ve never thought this would arouse you so much.
“Y-You, only you.”
“Eyes on me, baby,” he orders and you follow suit. “Keep your eyes on me, when you come. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this fucking good for the rest of your life.”
That’s what pushes you over the edge, as your come around him, seeing stars yet another time. Minho’s climax follows, as he spills his seed into you, marking you as his in any sense of the word.
He carefully slips out of you, before he whispers. “I love you so much, angel.”
“I love you too, Min.”
[ note ]: thank you guys so much for reading this series until the end. and for being so patient. and to everyone who read this for the 2nd time and was patient enough for me to do a re-run of this! once my life gets less busy, i will share lots of other ideas and stories with you! i am very much looking forward to this and utterly grateful for you, whenever you manage to make my everyday life a little better. thank you for making this blog my comfort space ✨ Yours, Cece 🩵
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“Keep your eyes on me. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this good for the rest of your life.”
[ abstract ]: Minho confronts you about your initial idea of wanting to meet up with your ex in Busan. But you prove that there’s nothing to worry about. And, oh so suddenly, a missing letter reappears.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, childhood friends/enemies → lovers, non idol au, ex’s enemy, demisexual reader, angst + fluff + smut, sunshine x grumpy, she falls first but he falls harder
[ warning ]: explicit content [ includes oral f rec, semi-protected piv, mating press, minho is a little bit possessive but the hot kind 🤭, spanking, messy as always, praise, reader gets called desperate and brat, creampie ], mention of therapy, hyunwoo being hyunwoo
[ words ]: 3.4K
[ note ]: sorry for the 2 months break… writer’s block and irl stress was getting the best of me. there is gonna be some epilogue one day to this (chapter 20) but the story ends here for now. they deserve their happily ever after 🩵 i love you all and thank you for being patient. i hope you enjoy despite the wait :)
[ !! ]: the beautiful dividers are from @saradika-graphics
“You’re here because of him, aren’t you?”
The words are echoing through the room, as your throat becomes dry. Your phone feels heavy in your hand, after Minho pushed it towards you.
“Come on, speak up,” he says, his voice breaking. He really wants to come off confident, nonchalant, as if nothing could hurt him in this world when he knows this isn’t true. There’s no one who could ever get under his skin like you do.
And now you did it once more. Broke his heart again. You should do this professionally, he knows what he’s talking about. But is it really that fair? After all, he can’t trust Hyunwoo anyway. It’s Hyunwoo.
“W-What did he say?” you ask, your voice even smaller than his and a sting of pain rushes through his chest listening to it.
“I wanna hear it from you, Y/N. You’re choosing him again, aren’t you? I’m still only the second best, huh?”
It’s his insecurities talking. At least he’s trying to convince himself of that. This can’t be all an act, right? These past days you spent together were out of this world. It felt real. So real. Even better than he’s ever imagined. There weren't just sparks, it was constant fireworks whenever you were with him.
“Hyunwoo was the second best. I’ve never chosen him, Minho. You rejected me,” you clear things up. You understand that he's hurt. Still, it’s unfair that he doesn’t listen to your version of the story first. But you’re gonna prove it to you. You’ll capture this chance. You’ve never loved someone as much as the man standing in front of you and you’ve let him run away too many times before.
“So, this is what it is? You’re not patient enough to wait for me and you run off to the next guy that happens to be my roommate? To make sure you rub it in my face, huh?”
You gasp. “What are you even talking about?”
“I can’t believe you.” He takes a deep breath, his jaw clenching. “You know… it’s clear that we still haven’t talked about the elephant in the room. But there’s no need for it when this is the same shit all over again.”
Well, now you’re just confused.
“Minho, I can’t follow… what elephant?” you question.
“Come on, don’t play dumb. It doesn't put you in a better light, I promise,” he replies, a tear running down his face and you feel as if you’re caught in a fever dream.
“I’m… I seriously don’t get it…” you admit.
He sighs. Minho takes a step back, letting the palm of his hand cover his eyes for a second, as he turns around. Sometimes opening a window helps, but he doesn’t make it that far, as impulsivity takes over him. “Tell me the truth, then. Are you here because of Hyunwoo?”
“I’m not,” you immediately say. “Listen, whatever he said to you is bullshit. He’s a bastard. He hired your company to break up with me, what do you expect?”
“Nothing much. Just for the record, I know he was talking shit. But I wanna hear the truth from you,” Minho tells you. This isn’t about your ex. It’s about the two of you finally coming clear with what’s been between you for almost a decade now.
“Alright. Here’s your truth then,” you start, walking closer to him. “I went to Busan with you because I knew he was gonna have a meeting here. I wanted to meet up with him. Not for making up. For punching him in the face, if I’m completely honest. Not sure if I’d go for his nose or his chin. Haven’t figured that out. I wanted answers. For the sake of my sanity.” You take a deep breath, shivering. “You told me he cheated on me. That was a fucking week ago. Minho, I’m overwhelmed. My whole world turned upside down and you want to blame me for yet another impulsive decision?”
“N-No,” he gulps. “That makes sense.”
“Why would I want to be with him? Why are we even talking about him?” you ask, at defeat.
“It’s… I… You were engaged to him, after all. That’s not a decision you make every day,” he states. Minho is right. You were engaged to Hyunwoo. But not because you loved him. You told yourself that’s the final step to get over your childhood friend who rejected you so many times.
“I’m really sorry. I understand that this came off the wrong way and it was never my intention to hurt you. Hyunwoo called last night. I didn’t pick up. I wanted to block him.” Your eyes meet his own and for a second you believe his cold facade is slowly melting. “Yes, my initial reason for coming to Busan was to confront him. But not in order to make up. It was for me to move on. So I can be with you.”
“Y/N…”
“No I’m gonna prove it to you.” You grab your phone again. You must have placed it on the nightstand table during this heated discussion or, well, monologue. Dialling your mother’s number, you put the device on speaker.
She picks up immediately. “Sweetheart. Are you alright? You haven’t replied in days. Is everything okay?”
“Hi, mum. I’m… calling because… the wedding isn’t happening. Hyunwoo and I split up,” you blurt out. Minho stares at you with wide eyes. He knows you sometimes have trouble talking to your mum about stuff like this. And her finding out about the break up makes it… so final.
“Thank God, my prayers have been heard,” the woman replies. Minho chuckles.
“What?!”
“It’s… sweetie, listen, apart from Hyunwoo not being the most… sympathetic person in this world, I always felt as if you didn’t… quite like him,” she confesses.
“You’re right. Thank you… although that information would have been helpful a little sooner,” you speak through gritted teeth.
You mother sighs. “I knew you were gonna figure it out on your own. You’re a strong woman, you know that, right? I’m proud of you, always.”
Your heart feels all warm and fuzzy and Minho places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it for comfort.
“Thank you… uhm, there’s another thing,” you begin again.
“Are you pregnant?”
“God, no,” you immediately say. “It’s… I know it sounds like jumping the gun since the breakup happened not that long ago but… Minho and I, we are a couple.” You place your hand on the microphone, speaking to only him now when you continue. “If he still wants me.”
He gives you a small smile, as a nod follows.
“Took you long enough, sweetie,” your mother replies. “Listen—I need to head to bed. But greetings to my future son-in-law. I owe his mother five thousand won since I lost the bet.”
A rhythmic sound appears, indicating your mother ended the call. You place the phone away.
“That was… I didn’t expect that,” Minho admits.
The two of you walk towards the bed, sitting down.
“I surprised myself a bit. But it’s still my turn.” He chuckles, as you continue rambling. “Look, I’m even ready to forgive you for turning me down and pretending my drunk confession and everything before never happened. That was over two years ago. You’re a different person now. I don’t know how this happened—if it’s your stable job, your new friends or if you perhaps went to therapy—which I would support—but… I cannot bring unresolved baggage into this either. I needed to close this chapter. Because you deserve this. We do.”
Minho scoots closer. He understand you. And he appreciates the thought you—for once—put into your decisions. “Okay… that makes sense. I’m sorry… it’s just… I know rejecting you was the most cruel thing I did. I had my reasons though, as you know. You’re right. Therapy helped a lot. I wasn’t ready and I would have broken your heart so much worse if we dated but—wait—you know all this. Why are you speaking as if that’s new info?”
Why would you know that? Last time you checked, Minho rejected you after your drunk confession.
“I don’t remember suffering from amnesia. This is new,” you state.
“But… I already told you this… in the letter. Have you never read it?”
Minho wouldn’t blame you. He knows he was, first, too late and, second, that you would have deserved to have him say these words to your face.
“What letter?”
And in that moment he curses himself for not ever thinking about the secret third option in all those years. Of course you never received it. Minho made the mistake of placing it on your bedroom table in the college dorm, but someone else must have found it before you could.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Hyunwoo won’t see the light of the day tomorrow, I swear,” he grunts.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Give me your phone,” he says, his demeanour switching instantly. You curse yourself because of the arousal you feel from seeing him like this—anger washing over his face, as his veins pop out and his jaw clenches.
“W-What?”
“I said, give me your phone, princess. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Minho adds and you follow suit.
An hour later you find yourself in the hotel lobby again, this time facing your ex-fiancé. It‘s odd seeing him here. Although that’s probably not the best word to describe him. You have waited for this moment for so long now and now that he's finally standing in front of you, your voice gets stuck in your throat.
When Hyunwoo broke up with you—or made Minho do the dirty work—you wanted nothing more to punch him in the face. If it wasn’t for your new boyfriend being there, you would have torn your ex‘s apartment down. Hyunwoo has always called you impulsive in that negative sense, completely ignoring that you always turn angry after he's provoked you with no end.
But now… now it feels like it doesn’t matter anymore. It never really did. You’ve never loved him and that’s your part of being the wrong one in this past relationship. Sure, Hyunwoo is the most pathetic man on this planet, but you dated him. Deep down knowing you didn’t want to end up with him for the rest of his life. Maybe hes always sensed it.
“Hi Y/N, hi Minho,“ your ex starts as if he‘s reading your mind and the information that he is about to reveal will make this all so fucking ironic that it’ll have you wondering if you’re secretly caught in a mediocrely written romance book.
“Hyunwoo,“ your new boyfriend says, as he‘s holding your hand, making sure your ex sees it.
“Ive got some explanations to do,“ he starts again. “I’m—I cannot turn back time, I know that. I was selfish, I was in the wrong and in the end it didn’t work out for a reason.“
“Was the cheating really necessary though?“ you blurt out.
“I—“
“Come on, Hyunwoo. Tell her. Even if it‘s two years late,” Minho encourages him, which holds him back from punching the other man in the face.
“I specifically asked for Minho to deliver the message. He and I aren’t friends anymore because… I have known about his feelings for you for quite some time. I was possessive. I’m a coward but I also wanted the two of you to be together instead. So… that’s why I hired him,” he explains.
All you let out is a gasp. “Don’t expect any applause or praise for that, you piece of shit.”
Even Minho is surprised by your sudden rage, although he knows it’s the right thing to do. He knows your temper, he’s aware you always stand your ground and he’s glad you do it right now too.
Your ex reaches in his shoulder bag and pulls out a crinkled envelope. He takes hesitant steps towards you. His hands are shaking, you can tell, and for a second you feel pity for him. The ugly kind.
“I… I found this in your bedroom some years ago when we started dating. I‘m ashamed to admit this but I hid this letter from you all these years. I… think it‘s best if you read it. After all it was meant for you anyway. I'll leave you guys alone, yeah?“ Hyunwoo rambles, before he is out of the hotel lobby, basically running for his life, looking like a chicken.
You don’t know what to say. It feels as if the world stopped moving, this weird sensation you experience in a dream when you keep ignoring that it isn’t real. But maybe this time it is.
Minho guides you to the nearest sofa in the hotel lobby, helping you sit down. The envelope feels cold when it grazes your skin and you try to focus on the moment. It’s what you always do when dizziness announces itself inside your head and body. Your environment turns dark and silent, so you take a deep breath.
Opening the envelope slowly, you pull out the letter that’s inside it. The pieces of paper are glued together, you can tell that Hyunwoo must have torn it apart in a moment of anger. You wonder why he kept it then. Did his consciousness tell him that he's in the wrong?
You choose to ignore all those questions, instead focusing on the material of the paper. It’s a baby blue paper, bunny figures printed into the material. A smile appears on your face, as a tear rolls down your cheek. Minho is sitting next to you, feeling as if he‘s paralysed. All these years he thought you read the letter and made the decision to not understand his reasons. He wouldn’t have blamed you. It was difficult back then, he was difficult. Fuck, hes even a stubborn idiot today from time to time.
But he wanted you to know that this was never about him not loving you back. This was about him not being ready, about him knowing that in this state back then he would have broken your heart caused by stupid mistakes.
You wipe another tear away, before you start reading.
“Dear Y/N,
this is the fifth letter I‘m writing because I don’t know how to phrase it. My mind is a total mess but you deserve the truth, you deserve to know about this mess.
I‘ve never known what my purpose in life is. I’ve never fit in, I've always felt misunderstood and as if I was doing everything wrong. However, you’ve always been there for me. No matter how much I pushed you back.
So, I realised there’s two things I have always been sure about:
First, I am in love with you. I have been in love with you, officially, since you took care of me when I had that cold and, unofficially, since I met you. This will never change. No matter how far away we are, with whom we are or what we’re doing—I will forever love you. You’re the best that has ever happened to you. Any room you enter, you light up, like my sun. You’re not only smart and beautiful, no, you’re the most astonishing woman I’ve ever met.
Second, therefore, I want what is best for you and, unfortunately, this is not me yet. I am aware of the issues that I have been dealing with, the deep trauma that needs fixing that only a professional can guide me through because otherwise I would involuntarily break your precious heart. So, I am doing therapy to fix these things so I can be the man by your side that you deserve.
I don’t expect you to wait for me. My love for you is enough for the both of us. But I would be very happy if we find each other again one day.
— Minho.“
The letter falls down to the floor, once you’re done reading. Tears are pricking on your lower lashline again but this time they aren’t caused by hurt. They symbolise relief. Happiness. Satisfaction.
You shake your head, giggling, as you make your way towards your boyfriend. Minho stumbles back a little, when you place your lips on his own, sealing them with a kiss.
He chuckles, too, before speaking, “Thank you for waiting for me. I’m sorry for–“
“Don’t apologise. You were right, Min. Now is the perfect time. I’m happy and proud you sorted all that stuff out for me but also for you. I’ve always loved you—every version of you,” you confess.
He presses a kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much, darling. You made me this version. So much more than that.”
After a long day spent finally exploring the city of Busan together—doing all the tourist stuff and going to the beach—Minho and you had a wonderful evening at a cosy restaurant, before you came back to the hotel room for your last night here.
He’s got you spread out on the mattress, devouring you like it’s the best thing in this world (it is, he can’t get enough!) as he hums against your wetness. You taste better than anything else in this world, and he lets you know by the noises he keeps making, almost being louder than you.
Although, you would never miss a chance to let your boyfriend know what a perfect lover he is—moans and whimpers are echoing around, as you grip the sheets.
“I think at this point we are drawn to this hotel room. We always end up here. You on your back, spreading your legs for me so prettily,” he hastily says between licks and kisses. He’s never been so eager with anyone else. Minho has troubles not coming in his pants from eating you out. He’s not even being touched. That’s the effect you have on him.
“That’s all that has ever mattered. Being yours,” you reply, letting your head fall back, when he curls those two fingers inside your hole.
He almost reaches his own high when listening to these words, as cheesy as it sounds.
“Hm, I was made for you, too,” he chuckles. A string of saliva hits your clit, before Minho rushes to spread it. You’re already drenched enough, but he adores how messy things can get.
Your boyfriend is bringing you closer to the nth orgasm of the night—you seriously lost count—before he drags his tongue away, a mischievous smile decorating his face.
“Wha– why–“
He chuckles, “Come on, baby, be a bit patient, will you?” He doesn’t need to slip out of any clothes since you’ve been at it for hours now, as he positions his hardened cock between your folds. “I’ve been fucking you for eternity and you desperate little brat still can’t get enough, hm?”
His words make your head spin around. And so does the sensation, when his thick length enters you. Minho is stretching you out so deliciously, grazing over that certain spot when he throws your legs over his shoulders. This is his favourite position with you. He’s never liked it that much before—way too intimate. But with you, he can’t even be close enough.
“Let’s just stay like this forever,” he mumbles, “forget our responsibilities. Sounds like a dream.”
You giggle, “It does. I can’t get enough of you.”
Minho finds a steady rhythm, making sure to place sweet little kisses all over your face and neck, whenever a moan slips out of you—so opposite to how roughly he’s pounding into you. Your walls are tightening around him, showing him how much they adore having him inside you.
“You’re so fucking needy… all for me?” he asks.
“Hm…” you giggle, while your brain turns into mush.
Slap. The palm of his hand collides with your ass check. “I didn’t hear you. Don’t be shy.”
“A-All for you, Min,” you whimper.
“Who do you belong to?”
You love this possessive side of him. You’ve never thought this would arouse you so much.
“Y-You, only you.”
“Eyes on me, baby,” he orders and you follow suit. “Keep your eyes on me, when you come. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this fucking good for the rest of your life.”
That’s what pushes you over the edge, as your come around him, seeing stars yet another time. Minho’s climax follows, as he spills his seed into you, marking you as his in any sense of the word.
He carefully slips out of you, before he whispers. “I love you so much, angel.”
“I love you too, Min.”
[ note ]: thank you guys so much for reading this series until the end. and for being so patient. and to everyone who read this for the 2nd time and was patient enough for me to do a re-run of this! once my life gets less busy, i will share lots of other ideas and stories with you! i am very much looking forward to this and utterly grateful for you, whenever you manage to make my everyday life a little better. thank you for making this blog my comfort space ✨ Yours, Cece 🩵
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“Keep your eyes on me. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this good for the rest of your life.”
[ abstract ]: Minho confronts you about your initial idea of wanting to meet up with your ex in Busan. But you prove that there’s nothing to worry about. And, oh so suddenly, a missing letter reappears.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, childhood friends/enemies → lovers, non idol au, ex’s enemy, demisexual reader, angst + fluff + smut, sunshine x grumpy, she falls first but he falls harder
[ warning ]: explicit content [ includes oral f rec, semi-protected piv, mating press, minho is a little bit possessive but the hot kind 🤭, spanking, messy as always, praise, reader gets called desperate and brat, creampie ], mention of therapy, hyunwoo being hyunwoo
[ words ]: 3.4K
[ note ]: sorry for the 2 months break… writer’s block and irl stress was getting the best of me. there is gonna be some epilogue one day to this (chapter 20) but the story ends here for now. they deserve their happily ever after 🩵 i love you all and thank you for being patient. i hope you enjoy despite the wait :)
[ !! ]: the beautiful dividers are from @saradika-graphics
“You’re here because of him, aren’t you?”
The words are echoing through the room, as your throat becomes dry. Your phone feels heavy in your hand, after Minho pushed it towards you.
“Come on, speak up,” he says, his voice breaking. He really wants to come off confident, nonchalant, as if nothing could hurt him in this world when he knows this isn’t true. There’s no one who could ever get under his skin like you do.
And now you did it once more. Broke his heart again. You should do this professionally, he knows what he’s talking about. But is it really that fair? After all, he can’t trust Hyunwoo anyway. It’s Hyunwoo.
“W-What did he say?” you ask, your voice even smaller than his and a sting of pain rushes through his chest listening to it.
“I wanna hear it from you, Y/N. You’re choosing him again, aren’t you? I’m still only the second best, huh?”
It’s his insecurities talking. At least he’s trying to convince himself of that. This can’t be all an act, right? These past days you spent together were out of this world. It felt real. So real. Even better than he’s ever imagined. There weren't just sparks, it was constant fireworks whenever you were with him.
“Hyunwoo was the second best. I’ve never chosen him, Minho. You rejected me,” you clear things up. You understand that he's hurt. Still, it’s unfair that he doesn’t listen to your version of the story first. But you’re gonna prove it to you. You’ll capture this chance. You’ve never loved someone as much as the man standing in front of you and you’ve let him run away too many times before.
“So, this is what it is? You’re not patient enough to wait for me and you run off to the next guy that happens to be my roommate? To make sure you rub it in my face, huh?”
You gasp. “What are you even talking about?”
“I can’t believe you.” He takes a deep breath, his jaw clenching. “You know… it’s clear that we still haven’t talked about the elephant in the room. But there’s no need for it when this is the same shit all over again.”
Well, now you’re just confused.
“Minho, I can’t follow… what elephant?” you question.
“Come on, don’t play dumb. It doesn't put you in a better light, I promise,” he replies, a tear running down his face and you feel as if you’re caught in a fever dream.
“I’m… I seriously don’t get it…” you admit.
He sighs. Minho takes a step back, letting the palm of his hand cover his eyes for a second, as he turns around. Sometimes opening a window helps, but he doesn’t make it that far, as impulsivity takes over him. “Tell me the truth, then. Are you here because of Hyunwoo?”
“I’m not,” you immediately say. “Listen, whatever he said to you is bullshit. He’s a bastard. He hired your company to break up with me, what do you expect?”
“Nothing much. Just for the record, I know he was talking shit. But I wanna hear the truth from you,” Minho tells you. This isn’t about your ex. It’s about the two of you finally coming clear with what’s been between you for almost a decade now.
“Alright. Here’s your truth then,” you start, walking closer to him. “I went to Busan with you because I knew he was gonna have a meeting here. I wanted to meet up with him. Not for making up. For punching him in the face, if I’m completely honest. Not sure if I’d go for his nose or his chin. Haven’t figured that out. I wanted answers. For the sake of my sanity.” You take a deep breath, shivering. “You told me he cheated on me. That was a fucking week ago. Minho, I’m overwhelmed. My whole world turned upside down and you want to blame me for yet another impulsive decision?”
“N-No,” he gulps. “That makes sense.”
“Why would I want to be with him? Why are we even talking about him?” you ask, at defeat.
“It’s… I… You were engaged to him, after all. That’s not a decision you make every day,” he states. Minho is right. You were engaged to Hyunwoo. But not because you loved him. You told yourself that’s the final step to get over your childhood friend who rejected you so many times.
“I’m really sorry. I understand that this came off the wrong way and it was never my intention to hurt you. Hyunwoo called last night. I didn’t pick up. I wanted to block him.” Your eyes meet his own and for a second you believe his cold facade is slowly melting. “Yes, my initial reason for coming to Busan was to confront him. But not in order to make up. It was for me to move on. So I can be with you.”
“Y/N…”
“No I’m gonna prove it to you.” You grab your phone again. You must have placed it on the nightstand table during this heated discussion or, well, monologue. Dialling your mother’s number, you put the device on speaker.
She picks up immediately. “Sweetheart. Are you alright? You haven’t replied in days. Is everything okay?”
“Hi, mum. I’m… calling because… the wedding isn’t happening. Hyunwoo and I split up,” you blurt out. Minho stares at you with wide eyes. He knows you sometimes have trouble talking to your mum about stuff like this. And her finding out about the break up makes it… so final.
“Thank God, my prayers have been heard,” the woman replies. Minho chuckles.
“What?!”
“It’s… sweetie, listen, apart from Hyunwoo not being the most… sympathetic person in this world, I always felt as if you didn’t… quite like him,” she confesses.
“You’re right. Thank you… although that information would have been helpful a little sooner,” you speak through gritted teeth.
You mother sighs. “I knew you were gonna figure it out on your own. You’re a strong woman, you know that, right? I’m proud of you, always.”
Your heart feels all warm and fuzzy and Minho places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it for comfort.
“Thank you… uhm, there’s another thing,” you begin again.
“Are you pregnant?”
“God, no,” you immediately say. “It’s… I know it sounds like jumping the gun since the breakup happened not that long ago but… Minho and I, we are a couple.” You place your hand on the microphone, speaking to only him now when you continue. “If he still wants me.”
He gives you a small smile, as a nod follows.
“Took you long enough, sweetie,” your mother replies. “Listen—I need to head to bed. But greetings to my future son-in-law. I owe his mother five thousand won since I lost the bet.”
A rhythmic sound appears, indicating your mother ended the call. You place the phone away.
“That was… I didn’t expect that,” Minho admits.
The two of you walk towards the bed, sitting down.
“I surprised myself a bit. But it’s still my turn.” He chuckles, as you continue rambling. “Look, I’m even ready to forgive you for turning me down and pretending my drunk confession and everything before never happened. That was over two years ago. You’re a different person now. I don’t know how this happened—if it’s your stable job, your new friends or if you perhaps went to therapy—which I would support—but… I cannot bring unresolved baggage into this either. I needed to close this chapter. Because you deserve this. We do.”
Minho scoots closer. He understand you. And he appreciates the thought you—for once—put into your decisions. “Okay… that makes sense. I’m sorry… it’s just… I know rejecting you was the most cruel thing I did. I had my reasons though, as you know. You’re right. Therapy helped a lot. I wasn’t ready and I would have broken your heart so much worse if we dated but—wait—you know all this. Why are you speaking as if that’s new info?”
Why would you know that? Last time you checked, Minho rejected you after your drunk confession.
“I don’t remember suffering from amnesia. This is new,” you state.
“But… I already told you this… in the letter. Have you never read it?”
Minho wouldn’t blame you. He knows he was, first, too late and, second, that you would have deserved to have him say these words to your face.
“What letter?”
And in that moment he curses himself for not ever thinking about the secret third option in all those years. Of course you never received it. Minho made the mistake of placing it on your bedroom table in the college dorm, but someone else must have found it before you could.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Hyunwoo won’t see the light of the day tomorrow, I swear,” he grunts.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Give me your phone,” he says, his demeanour switching instantly. You curse yourself because of the arousal you feel from seeing him like this—anger washing over his face, as his veins pop out and his jaw clenches.
“W-What?”
“I said, give me your phone, princess. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Minho adds and you follow suit.
An hour later you find yourself in the hotel lobby again, this time facing your ex-fiancé. It‘s odd seeing him here. Although that’s probably not the best word to describe him. You have waited for this moment for so long now and now that he's finally standing in front of you, your voice gets stuck in your throat.
When Hyunwoo broke up with you—or made Minho do the dirty work—you wanted nothing more to punch him in the face. If it wasn’t for your new boyfriend being there, you would have torn your ex‘s apartment down. Hyunwoo has always called you impulsive in that negative sense, completely ignoring that you always turn angry after he's provoked you with no end.
But now… now it feels like it doesn’t matter anymore. It never really did. You’ve never loved him and that’s your part of being the wrong one in this past relationship. Sure, Hyunwoo is the most pathetic man on this planet, but you dated him. Deep down knowing you didn’t want to end up with him for the rest of his life. Maybe hes always sensed it.
“Hi Y/N, hi Minho,“ your ex starts as if he‘s reading your mind and the information that he is about to reveal will make this all so fucking ironic that it’ll have you wondering if you’re secretly caught in a mediocrely written romance book.
“Hyunwoo,“ your new boyfriend says, as he‘s holding your hand, making sure your ex sees it.
“Ive got some explanations to do,“ he starts again. “I’m—I cannot turn back time, I know that. I was selfish, I was in the wrong and in the end it didn’t work out for a reason.“
“Was the cheating really necessary though?“ you blurt out.
“I—“
“Come on, Hyunwoo. Tell her. Even if it‘s two years late,” Minho encourages him, which holds him back from punching the other man in the face.
“I specifically asked for Minho to deliver the message. He and I aren’t friends anymore because… I have known about his feelings for you for quite some time. I was possessive. I’m a coward but I also wanted the two of you to be together instead. So… that’s why I hired him,” he explains.
All you let out is a gasp. “Don’t expect any applause or praise for that, you piece of shit.”
Even Minho is surprised by your sudden rage, although he knows it’s the right thing to do. He knows your temper, he’s aware you always stand your ground and he’s glad you do it right now too.
Your ex reaches in his shoulder bag and pulls out a crinkled envelope. He takes hesitant steps towards you. His hands are shaking, you can tell, and for a second you feel pity for him. The ugly kind.
“I… I found this in your bedroom some years ago when we started dating. I‘m ashamed to admit this but I hid this letter from you all these years. I… think it‘s best if you read it. After all it was meant for you anyway. I'll leave you guys alone, yeah?“ Hyunwoo rambles, before he is out of the hotel lobby, basically running for his life, looking like a chicken.
You don’t know what to say. It feels as if the world stopped moving, this weird sensation you experience in a dream when you keep ignoring that it isn’t real. But maybe this time it is.
Minho guides you to the nearest sofa in the hotel lobby, helping you sit down. The envelope feels cold when it grazes your skin and you try to focus on the moment. It’s what you always do when dizziness announces itself inside your head and body. Your environment turns dark and silent, so you take a deep breath.
Opening the envelope slowly, you pull out the letter that’s inside it. The pieces of paper are glued together, you can tell that Hyunwoo must have torn it apart in a moment of anger. You wonder why he kept it then. Did his consciousness tell him that he's in the wrong?
You choose to ignore all those questions, instead focusing on the material of the paper. It’s a baby blue paper, bunny figures printed into the material. A smile appears on your face, as a tear rolls down your cheek. Minho is sitting next to you, feeling as if he‘s paralysed. All these years he thought you read the letter and made the decision to not understand his reasons. He wouldn’t have blamed you. It was difficult back then, he was difficult. Fuck, hes even a stubborn idiot today from time to time.
But he wanted you to know that this was never about him not loving you back. This was about him not being ready, about him knowing that in this state back then he would have broken your heart caused by stupid mistakes.
You wipe another tear away, before you start reading.
“Dear Y/N,
this is the fifth letter I‘m writing because I don’t know how to phrase it. My mind is a total mess but you deserve the truth, you deserve to know about this mess.
I‘ve never known what my purpose in life is. I’ve never fit in, I've always felt misunderstood and as if I was doing everything wrong. However, you’ve always been there for me. No matter how much I pushed you back.
So, I realised there’s two things I have always been sure about:
First, I am in love with you. I have been in love with you, officially, since you took care of me when I had that cold and, unofficially, since I met you. This will never change. No matter how far away we are, with whom we are or what we’re doing—I will forever love you. You’re the best that has ever happened to you. Any room you enter, you light up, like my sun. You’re not only smart and beautiful, no, you’re the most astonishing woman I’ve ever met.
Second, therefore, I want what is best for you and, unfortunately, this is not me yet. I am aware of the issues that I have been dealing with, the deep trauma that needs fixing that only a professional can guide me through because otherwise I would involuntarily break your precious heart. So, I am doing therapy to fix these things so I can be the man by your side that you deserve.
I don’t expect you to wait for me. My love for you is enough for the both of us. But I would be very happy if we find each other again one day.
— Minho.“
The letter falls down to the floor, once you’re done reading. Tears are pricking on your lower lashline again but this time they aren’t caused by hurt. They symbolise relief. Happiness. Satisfaction.
You shake your head, giggling, as you make your way towards your boyfriend. Minho stumbles back a little, when you place your lips on his own, sealing them with a kiss.
He chuckles, too, before speaking, “Thank you for waiting for me. I’m sorry for–“
“Don’t apologise. You were right, Min. Now is the perfect time. I’m happy and proud you sorted all that stuff out for me but also for you. I’ve always loved you—every version of you,” you confess.
He presses a kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much, darling. You made me this version. So much more than that.”
After a long day spent finally exploring the city of Busan together—doing all the tourist stuff and going to the beach—Minho and you had a wonderful evening at a cosy restaurant, before you came back to the hotel room for your last night here.
He’s got you spread out on the mattress, devouring you like it’s the best thing in this world (it is, he can’t get enough!) as he hums against your wetness. You taste better than anything else in this world, and he lets you know by the noises he keeps making, almost being louder than you.
Although, you would never miss a chance to let your boyfriend know what a perfect lover he is—moans and whimpers are echoing around, as you grip the sheets.
“I think at this point we are drawn to this hotel room. We always end up here. You on your back, spreading your legs for me so prettily,” he hastily says between licks and kisses. He’s never been so eager with anyone else. Minho has troubles not coming in his pants from eating you out. He’s not even being touched. That’s the effect you have on him.
“That’s all that has ever mattered. Being yours,” you reply, letting your head fall back, when he curls those two fingers inside your hole.
He almost reaches his own high when listening to these words, as cheesy as it sounds.
“Hm, I was made for you, too,” he chuckles. A string of saliva hits your clit, before Minho rushes to spread it. You’re already drenched enough, but he adores how messy things can get.
Your boyfriend is bringing you closer to the nth orgasm of the night—you seriously lost count—before he drags his tongue away, a mischievous smile decorating his face.
“Wha– why–“
He chuckles, “Come on, baby, be a bit patient, will you?” He doesn’t need to slip out of any clothes since you’ve been at it for hours now, as he positions his hardened cock between your folds. “I’ve been fucking you for eternity and you desperate little brat still can’t get enough, hm?”
His words make your head spin around. And so does the sensation, when his thick length enters you. Minho is stretching you out so deliciously, grazing over that certain spot when he throws your legs over his shoulders. This is his favourite position with you. He’s never liked it that much before—way too intimate. But with you, he can’t even be close enough.
“Let’s just stay like this forever,” he mumbles, “forget our responsibilities. Sounds like a dream.”
You giggle, “It does. I can’t get enough of you.”
Minho finds a steady rhythm, making sure to place sweet little kisses all over your face and neck, whenever a moan slips out of you—so opposite to how roughly he’s pounding into you. Your walls are tightening around him, showing him how much they adore having him inside you.
“You’re so fucking needy… all for me?” he asks.
“Hm…” you giggle, while your brain turns into mush.
Slap. The palm of his hand collides with your ass check. “I didn’t hear you. Don’t be shy.”
“A-All for you, Min,” you whimper.
“Who do you belong to?”
You love this possessive side of him. You’ve never thought this would arouse you so much.
“Y-You, only you.”
“Eyes on me, baby,” he orders and you follow suit. “Keep your eyes on me, when you come. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this fucking good for the rest of your life.”
That’s what pushes you over the edge, as your come around him, seeing stars yet another time. Minho’s climax follows, as he spills his seed into you, marking you as his in any sense of the word.
He carefully slips out of you, before he whispers. “I love you so much, angel.”
“I love you too, Min.”
[ note ]: thank you guys so much for reading this series until the end. and for being so patient. and to everyone who read this for the 2nd time and was patient enough for me to do a re-run of this! once my life gets less busy, i will share lots of other ideas and stories with you! i am very much looking forward to this and utterly grateful for you, whenever you manage to make my everyday life a little better. thank you for making this blog my comfort space ✨ Yours, Cece 🩵
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“Keep your eyes on me. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this good for the rest of your life.”
[ abstract ]: Minho confronts you about your initial idea of wanting to meet up with your ex in Busan. But you prove that there’s nothing to worry about. And, oh so suddenly, a missing letter reappears.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, childhood friends/enemies → lovers, non idol au, ex’s enemy, demisexual reader, angst + fluff + smut, sunshine x grumpy, she falls first but he falls harder
[ warning ]: explicit content [ includes oral f rec, semi-protected piv, mating press, minho is a little bit possessive but the hot kind 🤭, spanking, messy as always, praise, reader gets called desperate and brat, creampie ], mention of therapy, hyunwoo being hyunwoo
[ words ]: 3.4K
[ note ]: sorry for the 2 months break… writer’s block and irl stress was getting the best of me. there is gonna be some epilogue one day to this (chapter 20) but the story ends here for now. they deserve their happily ever after 🩵 i love you all and thank you for being patient. i hope you enjoy despite the wait :)
[ !! ]: the beautiful dividers are from @saradika-graphics
“You’re here because of him, aren’t you?”
The words are echoing through the room, as your throat becomes dry. Your phone feels heavy in your hand, after Minho pushed it towards you.
“Come on, speak up,” he says, his voice breaking. He really wants to come off confident, nonchalant, as if nothing could hurt him in this world when he knows this isn’t true. There’s no one who could ever get under his skin like you do.
And now you did it once more. Broke his heart again. You should do this professionally, he knows what he’s talking about. But is it really that fair? After all, he can’t trust Hyunwoo anyway. It’s Hyunwoo.
“W-What did he say?” you ask, your voice even smaller than his and a sting of pain rushes through his chest listening to it.
“I wanna hear it from you, Y/N. You’re choosing him again, aren’t you? I’m still only the second best, huh?”
It’s his insecurities talking. At least he’s trying to convince himself of that. This can’t be all an act, right? These past days you spent together were out of this world. It felt real. So real. Even better than he’s ever imagined. There weren't just sparks, it was constant fireworks whenever you were with him.
“Hyunwoo was the second best. I’ve never chosen him, Minho. You rejected me,” you clear things up. You understand that he's hurt. Still, it’s unfair that he doesn’t listen to your version of the story first. But you’re gonna prove it to you. You’ll capture this chance. You’ve never loved someone as much as the man standing in front of you and you’ve let him run away too many times before.
“So, this is what it is? You’re not patient enough to wait for me and you run off to the next guy that happens to be my roommate? To make sure you rub it in my face, huh?”
You gasp. “What are you even talking about?”
“I can’t believe you.” He takes a deep breath, his jaw clenching. “You know… it’s clear that we still haven’t talked about the elephant in the room. But there’s no need for it when this is the same shit all over again.”
Well, now you’re just confused.
“Minho, I can’t follow… what elephant?” you question.
“Come on, don’t play dumb. It doesn't put you in a better light, I promise,” he replies, a tear running down his face and you feel as if you’re caught in a fever dream.
“I’m… I seriously don’t get it…” you admit.
He sighs. Minho takes a step back, letting the palm of his hand cover his eyes for a second, as he turns around. Sometimes opening a window helps, but he doesn’t make it that far, as impulsivity takes over him. “Tell me the truth, then. Are you here because of Hyunwoo?”
“I’m not,” you immediately say. “Listen, whatever he said to you is bullshit. He’s a bastard. He hired your company to break up with me, what do you expect?”
“Nothing much. Just for the record, I know he was talking shit. But I wanna hear the truth from you,” Minho tells you. This isn’t about your ex. It’s about the two of you finally coming clear with what’s been between you for almost a decade now.
“Alright. Here’s your truth then,” you start, walking closer to him. “I went to Busan with you because I knew he was gonna have a meeting here. I wanted to meet up with him. Not for making up. For punching him in the face, if I’m completely honest. Not sure if I’d go for his nose or his chin. Haven’t figured that out. I wanted answers. For the sake of my sanity.” You take a deep breath, shivering. “You told me he cheated on me. That was a fucking week ago. Minho, I’m overwhelmed. My whole world turned upside down and you want to blame me for yet another impulsive decision?”
“N-No,” he gulps. “That makes sense.”
“Why would I want to be with him? Why are we even talking about him?” you ask, at defeat.
“It’s… I… You were engaged to him, after all. That’s not a decision you make every day,” he states. Minho is right. You were engaged to Hyunwoo. But not because you loved him. You told yourself that’s the final step to get over your childhood friend who rejected you so many times.
“I’m really sorry. I understand that this came off the wrong way and it was never my intention to hurt you. Hyunwoo called last night. I didn’t pick up. I wanted to block him.” Your eyes meet his own and for a second you believe his cold facade is slowly melting. “Yes, my initial reason for coming to Busan was to confront him. But not in order to make up. It was for me to move on. So I can be with you.”
“Y/N…”
“No I’m gonna prove it to you.” You grab your phone again. You must have placed it on the nightstand table during this heated discussion or, well, monologue. Dialling your mother’s number, you put the device on speaker.
She picks up immediately. “Sweetheart. Are you alright? You haven’t replied in days. Is everything okay?”
“Hi, mum. I’m… calling because… the wedding isn’t happening. Hyunwoo and I split up,” you blurt out. Minho stares at you with wide eyes. He knows you sometimes have trouble talking to your mum about stuff like this. And her finding out about the break up makes it… so final.
“Thank God, my prayers have been heard,” the woman replies. Minho chuckles.
“What?!”
“It’s… sweetie, listen, apart from Hyunwoo not being the most… sympathetic person in this world, I always felt as if you didn’t… quite like him,” she confesses.
“You’re right. Thank you… although that information would have been helpful a little sooner,” you speak through gritted teeth.
You mother sighs. “I knew you were gonna figure it out on your own. You’re a strong woman, you know that, right? I’m proud of you, always.”
Your heart feels all warm and fuzzy and Minho places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it for comfort.
“Thank you… uhm, there’s another thing,” you begin again.
“Are you pregnant?”
“God, no,” you immediately say. “It’s… I know it sounds like jumping the gun since the breakup happened not that long ago but… Minho and I, we are a couple.” You place your hand on the microphone, speaking to only him now when you continue. “If he still wants me.”
He gives you a small smile, as a nod follows.
“Took you long enough, sweetie,” your mother replies. “Listen—I need to head to bed. But greetings to my future son-in-law. I owe his mother five thousand won since I lost the bet.”
A rhythmic sound appears, indicating your mother ended the call. You place the phone away.
“That was… I didn’t expect that,” Minho admits.
The two of you walk towards the bed, sitting down.
“I surprised myself a bit. But it’s still my turn.” He chuckles, as you continue rambling. “Look, I’m even ready to forgive you for turning me down and pretending my drunk confession and everything before never happened. That was over two years ago. You’re a different person now. I don’t know how this happened—if it’s your stable job, your new friends or if you perhaps went to therapy—which I would support—but… I cannot bring unresolved baggage into this either. I needed to close this chapter. Because you deserve this. We do.”
Minho scoots closer. He understand you. And he appreciates the thought you—for once—put into your decisions. “Okay… that makes sense. I’m sorry… it’s just… I know rejecting you was the most cruel thing I did. I had my reasons though, as you know. You’re right. Therapy helped a lot. I wasn’t ready and I would have broken your heart so much worse if we dated but—wait—you know all this. Why are you speaking as if that’s new info?”
Why would you know that? Last time you checked, Minho rejected you after your drunk confession.
“I don’t remember suffering from amnesia. This is new,” you state.
“But… I already told you this… in the letter. Have you never read it?”
Minho wouldn’t blame you. He knows he was, first, too late and, second, that you would have deserved to have him say these words to your face.
“What letter?”
And in that moment he curses himself for not ever thinking about the secret third option in all those years. Of course you never received it. Minho made the mistake of placing it on your bedroom table in the college dorm, but someone else must have found it before you could.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Hyunwoo won’t see the light of the day tomorrow, I swear,” he grunts.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Give me your phone,” he says, his demeanour switching instantly. You curse yourself because of the arousal you feel from seeing him like this—anger washing over his face, as his veins pop out and his jaw clenches.
“W-What?”
“I said, give me your phone, princess. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Minho adds and you follow suit.
An hour later you find yourself in the hotel lobby again, this time facing your ex-fiancé. It‘s odd seeing him here. Although that’s probably not the best word to describe him. You have waited for this moment for so long now and now that he's finally standing in front of you, your voice gets stuck in your throat.
When Hyunwoo broke up with you—or made Minho do the dirty work—you wanted nothing more to punch him in the face. If it wasn’t for your new boyfriend being there, you would have torn your ex‘s apartment down. Hyunwoo has always called you impulsive in that negative sense, completely ignoring that you always turn angry after he's provoked you with no end.
But now… now it feels like it doesn’t matter anymore. It never really did. You’ve never loved him and that’s your part of being the wrong one in this past relationship. Sure, Hyunwoo is the most pathetic man on this planet, but you dated him. Deep down knowing you didn’t want to end up with him for the rest of his life. Maybe hes always sensed it.
“Hi Y/N, hi Minho,“ your ex starts as if he‘s reading your mind and the information that he is about to reveal will make this all so fucking ironic that it’ll have you wondering if you’re secretly caught in a mediocrely written romance book.
“Hyunwoo,“ your new boyfriend says, as he‘s holding your hand, making sure your ex sees it.
“Ive got some explanations to do,“ he starts again. “I’m—I cannot turn back time, I know that. I was selfish, I was in the wrong and in the end it didn’t work out for a reason.“
“Was the cheating really necessary though?“ you blurt out.
“I—“
“Come on, Hyunwoo. Tell her. Even if it‘s two years late,” Minho encourages him, which holds him back from punching the other man in the face.
“I specifically asked for Minho to deliver the message. He and I aren’t friends anymore because… I have known about his feelings for you for quite some time. I was possessive. I’m a coward but I also wanted the two of you to be together instead. So… that’s why I hired him,” he explains.
All you let out is a gasp. “Don’t expect any applause or praise for that, you piece of shit.”
Even Minho is surprised by your sudden rage, although he knows it’s the right thing to do. He knows your temper, he’s aware you always stand your ground and he’s glad you do it right now too.
Your ex reaches in his shoulder bag and pulls out a crinkled envelope. He takes hesitant steps towards you. His hands are shaking, you can tell, and for a second you feel pity for him. The ugly kind.
“I… I found this in your bedroom some years ago when we started dating. I‘m ashamed to admit this but I hid this letter from you all these years. I… think it‘s best if you read it. After all it was meant for you anyway. I'll leave you guys alone, yeah?“ Hyunwoo rambles, before he is out of the hotel lobby, basically running for his life, looking like a chicken.
You don’t know what to say. It feels as if the world stopped moving, this weird sensation you experience in a dream when you keep ignoring that it isn’t real. But maybe this time it is.
Minho guides you to the nearest sofa in the hotel lobby, helping you sit down. The envelope feels cold when it grazes your skin and you try to focus on the moment. It’s what you always do when dizziness announces itself inside your head and body. Your environment turns dark and silent, so you take a deep breath.
Opening the envelope slowly, you pull out the letter that’s inside it. The pieces of paper are glued together, you can tell that Hyunwoo must have torn it apart in a moment of anger. You wonder why he kept it then. Did his consciousness tell him that he's in the wrong?
You choose to ignore all those questions, instead focusing on the material of the paper. It’s a baby blue paper, bunny figures printed into the material. A smile appears on your face, as a tear rolls down your cheek. Minho is sitting next to you, feeling as if he‘s paralysed. All these years he thought you read the letter and made the decision to not understand his reasons. He wouldn’t have blamed you. It was difficult back then, he was difficult. Fuck, hes even a stubborn idiot today from time to time.
But he wanted you to know that this was never about him not loving you back. This was about him not being ready, about him knowing that in this state back then he would have broken your heart caused by stupid mistakes.
You wipe another tear away, before you start reading.
“Dear Y/N,
this is the fifth letter I‘m writing because I don’t know how to phrase it. My mind is a total mess but you deserve the truth, you deserve to know about this mess.
I‘ve never known what my purpose in life is. I’ve never fit in, I've always felt misunderstood and as if I was doing everything wrong. However, you’ve always been there for me. No matter how much I pushed you back.
So, I realised there’s two things I have always been sure about:
First, I am in love with you. I have been in love with you, officially, since you took care of me when I had that cold and, unofficially, since I met you. This will never change. No matter how far away we are, with whom we are or what we’re doing—I will forever love you. You’re the best that has ever happened to you. Any room you enter, you light up, like my sun. You’re not only smart and beautiful, no, you’re the most astonishing woman I’ve ever met.
Second, therefore, I want what is best for you and, unfortunately, this is not me yet. I am aware of the issues that I have been dealing with, the deep trauma that needs fixing that only a professional can guide me through because otherwise I would involuntarily break your precious heart. So, I am doing therapy to fix these things so I can be the man by your side that you deserve.
I don’t expect you to wait for me. My love for you is enough for the both of us. But I would be very happy if we find each other again one day.
— Minho.“
The letter falls down to the floor, once you’re done reading. Tears are pricking on your lower lashline again but this time they aren’t caused by hurt. They symbolise relief. Happiness. Satisfaction.
You shake your head, giggling, as you make your way towards your boyfriend. Minho stumbles back a little, when you place your lips on his own, sealing them with a kiss.
He chuckles, too, before speaking, “Thank you for waiting for me. I’m sorry for–“
“Don’t apologise. You were right, Min. Now is the perfect time. I’m happy and proud you sorted all that stuff out for me but also for you. I’ve always loved you—every version of you,” you confess.
He presses a kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much, darling. You made me this version. So much more than that.”
After a long day spent finally exploring the city of Busan together—doing all the tourist stuff and going to the beach—Minho and you had a wonderful evening at a cosy restaurant, before you came back to the hotel room for your last night here.
He’s got you spread out on the mattress, devouring you like it’s the best thing in this world (it is, he can’t get enough!) as he hums against your wetness. You taste better than anything else in this world, and he lets you know by the noises he keeps making, almost being louder than you.
Although, you would never miss a chance to let your boyfriend know what a perfect lover he is—moans and whimpers are echoing around, as you grip the sheets.
“I think at this point we are drawn to this hotel room. We always end up here. You on your back, spreading your legs for me so prettily,” he hastily says between licks and kisses. He’s never been so eager with anyone else. Minho has troubles not coming in his pants from eating you out. He’s not even being touched. That’s the effect you have on him.
“That’s all that has ever mattered. Being yours,” you reply, letting your head fall back, when he curls those two fingers inside your hole.
He almost reaches his own high when listening to these words, as cheesy as it sounds.
“Hm, I was made for you, too,” he chuckles. A string of saliva hits your clit, before Minho rushes to spread it. You’re already drenched enough, but he adores how messy things can get.
Your boyfriend is bringing you closer to the nth orgasm of the night—you seriously lost count—before he drags his tongue away, a mischievous smile decorating his face.
“Wha– why–“
He chuckles, “Come on, baby, be a bit patient, will you?” He doesn’t need to slip out of any clothes since you’ve been at it for hours now, as he positions his hardened cock between your folds. “I’ve been fucking you for eternity and you desperate little brat still can’t get enough, hm?”
His words make your head spin around. And so does the sensation, when his thick length enters you. Minho is stretching you out so deliciously, grazing over that certain spot when he throws your legs over his shoulders. This is his favourite position with you. He’s never liked it that much before—way too intimate. But with you, he can’t even be close enough.
“Let’s just stay like this forever,” he mumbles, “forget our responsibilities. Sounds like a dream.”
You giggle, “It does. I can’t get enough of you.”
Minho finds a steady rhythm, making sure to place sweet little kisses all over your face and neck, whenever a moan slips out of you—so opposite to how roughly he’s pounding into you. Your walls are tightening around him, showing him how much they adore having him inside you.
“You’re so fucking needy… all for me?” he asks.
“Hm…” you giggle, while your brain turns into mush.
Slap. The palm of his hand collides with your ass check. “I didn’t hear you. Don’t be shy.”
“A-All for you, Min,” you whimper.
“Who do you belong to?”
You love this possessive side of him. You’ve never thought this would arouse you so much.
“Y-You, only you.”
“Eyes on me, baby,” he orders and you follow suit. “Keep your eyes on me, when you come. So you know, who’s gonna make you feel this fucking good for the rest of your life.”
That’s what pushes you over the edge, as your come around him, seeing stars yet another time. Minho’s climax follows, as he spills his seed into you, marking you as his in any sense of the word.
He carefully slips out of you, before he whispers. “I love you so much, angel.”
“I love you too, Min.”
[ note ]: thank you guys so much for reading this series until the end. and for being so patient. and to everyone who read this for the 2nd time and was patient enough for me to do a re-run of this! once my life gets less busy, i will share lots of other ideas and stories with you! i am very much looking forward to this and utterly grateful for you, whenever you manage to make my everyday life a little better. thank you for making this blog my comfort space ✨ Yours, Cece 🩵
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[ abstract ]: He breaks up relationships, professionally. Lee Minho is the man people call when they wanna end things with their (not so) better half but don’t have the guts to do it. But everything changes, when he receives an offer from his former best friend and college roommate who needs desperate help to break up with his fiancée—you. However, this complicates everything. After all, you’ve been the only person that’s ever made Minho believe that true love might actually exist. So, what happens when you take the delivered message about the break up not so well and Minho—feeling guilty—offers you a place to stay, all while pushing away the feelings he’s had for you for years? ⛸️
[ parts ]: EP. 1 — YOU BROKE ME FIRST | EP. 2 — SECOND BEST | EP. 3 — FRIDAY I’M IN LOVE | EP. 4 — DRUNK DAZED | EP. 5 — SABOTAGE | EP. 6 — BAD COLD | EP. 7 — LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME | EP. 8 — MAN OF THE YEAR | EP. 9 — LOVE IS BANNED | EP. 10 — KISS ME MORE | EP. 11 — JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY | EP. 12 — THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY | EP. 13 — I WANNA BE YOURS | EP. 14 — NEVER LET ME GO | EP. 15 — SOFTCORE | EP. 16 — ETERNITY | EP. 17 — LET ME BREAK YOUR HEART AGAIN | EP. 18 — I LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY | EP. 19 — ??? (tbd 25/09/28)
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, childhood friends/enemies → lovers, non idol au, ex’s enemy, their mums are besties, demisexual reader, angst + fluff + (eventual) smut, sunshine x grumpy, she falls first but he falls harder, a few flashback scenes, minho has huge commitment issues and reader is a hopeless romantic, minho is constantly wearing a leather jacket and looks damn hot in it (or should this be a warning?)
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ tags for each chapter will be added individually ], consumption of alcohol, betrayal and manipulation, commitment issues, anxiety attacks, depression, daddy issues (minho) [ pls make sure to watch out for individual warnings for each chapter ]
[ words ]: 38.1K/~40K [ ongoing! ]
[ note ]: hey my beloveds! this is a fresh start and repost of a story I originally posted last December but never finished. I hope you will enjoy it! Regarding taglist: please only ask to be added if you plan to interact meaningfully (reblogs with text, asks, DMs, replies etc.) with the fic. If you don’t, I will have to remove you again and make space for someone else since I have to tag everyone individually for each chapter which is a lot of work. Simply leaving likes is not meaningful interaction. I hope you understand! 🩵
[ !! ]: the beautiful dividers are from @saradika-graphics
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quick question 😭 I just noticed the girl who broke up with Minho in episode 1 is named Tanya. Is she the same Tanya from their past?
anyway
it's been a while cece ~! I hope you're doing well 😙 mwamwa,xoxo
Hehe yes she is! It’s the same [bleep] from back then 🙃
These past months have been full of (mostly good) changes and challenged but I’m trying my best! I feel so silly for doing a whole re-run of the TBUB series only to get stuck at the same part again,,,
Buuuut the comeback got me right back to it!! Only a couple of scenes are left and then I will be able to share the next (and final) part soon 🫶🏻
How have you been? how did you like the comeback?? 😽
what’s still beyond me is how can it be joyful to write fics with ai and then post them as your own
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who are you fooling if not your own self? isn’t it kinda miserable and sad? like how is it fun to lie to people in order to gain fake love and subs that aren’t even because of something you did?
and more importantly, what’s the point in that when the entire point and purpose of fanfiction and any other fan work or art - is to express your OWN feelings about something?
i’m going to hold your hands when i say this and i am only going to be kind about it once: ai does not belong in fandom spaces, ever. not in writing, not in art, not in video, not at all. it does not matter how bad you want to see your favourite characters kiss, or how much you need a bit of help finishing a chapter, or whatever.
make friends with artists. commission somebody. learn to draw yourself. ask for a beta read. try a writing partnership. fandom spaces are communities, so engage with them! it is about the journey and the fact that we all love something enough to create and build together about that thing.
spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.
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hello my dear 🥹 i’m sorry for being inactive — i’ve been very busy with getting used to working more hours and uni stuff 🥲
i wanna get back to writing and finally post those two remaining chapters but me being the perfectionist that i am i’m truly terrified for not being able to write this well so i… don’t write.. i hate this
