#minnie fluff

"hey! where were you last night?"

minnie's back collapses into the chair behind her, her arms falling onto the table and a pout pressing to her pretty lips. a waft of her perfume hits you square in the nose, making you pause. you glance up from your assignment, and then take a double take - squinting at the newly bleached strand in her hair. "you dyed your hair?"

"yah," she huffs. "I asked a question first."

you soften, giving a sympathetic smile. "I had some assignments due today."

minnie whines. "assignments over me?"

she subtly scoots her chair closer, leaning on her hand. the two of you were at your usual study spot in the campus' library, practically huddled in the back. alone. together. your cheeks flared silently, and your hand pressed your pencil a little harder down against the paper. "i- it's not like that, min. I was just- you," you breathe out. you always got like this around her. "your parties always last really long. y'know?"

another slow whine escapes the Thai in front of you. "but I missed youuuuuu..." her eyes turn puppyish and you have to tear your own from the sight, less you be swayed. "needed you there."

the heat that burns on your face goes unnoticed, as she falls into a rant easily. "the bleach got everywhere, I swear. and miyeon trying to help is like trying to train a puppy at a dog park. she spilt it all over my evanescence shirt!"

your head perks. "the one I got you?"

minnie nods frantically. "don't be mad, she said she'd pay you back-"

"why on earth would you wear that when handling bleach!"

her eyes turn flabbergasted. "hey! I needed a piece of you there!"

your heart flutters and you snap your head away. "d-don't say things like that."

minnie flushes slightly, looking down. she toys with the table a bit, before awkwardly leaning back on the chair again. "you- uhm, you should come over tonight."

you squint. "another party, min? really?"

she shakes her head quickly. "no, no! just- you. and me...in my dorm."

heat floods your features. "i-i-"

"I can send miyeon away for the night!" she defends quickly, a warm hue rising under her soft tan. she softens, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. "...please? i- miss you."

gods.

your nodding before you can even stop yourself.

a squeak falls from her lips. "thank you, thank you!!"

"shh!!!! we're in a library!"

-

"don't have too much fun, girls!~"

miyeon's giggle is prominent as she's ushered out of the room by minnie, who shoves her out and presses her back to the door with a soft sigh. she peeks her eye open at you, a sheepish smile falling. "..ignore her. she's dumb."

you chuckle softly, toying with the end of your shirt. "it's okay..so," you roll slightly on the balls of your feet. "what, uh, what'd you wanna do?"

minnie cheeks flare at how cute you ask, gently clearing her throat. "uhm," she glances around, before perking. "we could watch a movie?"

you nod along, and the girl moves quickly - fixing her bed to a more comfortable state and throwing various blankets onto the bed. she then scoots to the corner, grabbing her laptop and shyly patting the space next to her. your heart flutters. years.

you'd known minnie for years.

yet somehow, sharing a bed felt more intimate than you could even put into words.

maybe it was because the air this time felt...

different.

well - it had all year, really.

dipping into the soft duvets, you crawl over and sit beside her, thighs brushing. both of you lock eyes, briefly, before snapping away. minnie sucks in a breath, opening up her laptop and pulling up one of her streaming services, scrolling around awkwardly until a movie peaks her interest. she turns it on, softly, and subtly, scooting closer to you and resting the laptop on top of both of your thighs. she leans back against her pillows, and you follow suit.

your heart speeds out of your chest, and you can practically feel her breaths as she rests beside you. the close proximity makes you slightly flustered, enough for you to not pay attention to the movie at all.

beside you, minnie fidgets.

her eyes flicker to you, watching how you shift, eyes away from the screen. crap - of course. you were too cool for something like this.

her voice fell before she could stop it. "s-so.."

you look her way, and her heart races. her eyes avert shyly, and she picks at the duvet. "...so.." you echo.

god, why did this feel so awkward?

minnie releases a weak chuckle. "..you're telling me."

crap - did you say that out loud?

"sorry, I don't, uh," you shake your head, looking back at the movie. "..yeah."

minnie looks away, sighing. "...why are things so weird between us?"

you reach, pausing the movie. "i- can I say something?"

minnie nods.

"you- party a lot. don't you think?" you offer softly, looking over. "I just- sometimes, it's like you don't want to hangout or-"

her head shakes quickly. "that's not it at all! i-i do want to hangout! I invite you to the parties-" you raise a brow and she softens. "I know, I'm sorry. I just...it's hard being alone with you. you know?"

you soften. "..I get it. i- it's weird being alone."

minnie releases a weak sigh. "why, though? why is it so weird for us?"

you shrug weakly. you knew why it was for you, but knowing she also felt weird with you.. god it made you feel worse. unless- your cheeks flare. but asking that would mean..would mean coming to terms with your own feelings that you don't even full understand.

softly, you whispered. "...when you, uhm, when you're around me - do you get that..fluttery stuff in your chest too? and- and the nerves and the sweaty palms and-"

minnie's heart races. "- the stuttering." she softens, looking down at your lap. "I thought it was just me."

holy fuck.

okay.

deep breath.

"no," you shake your head. "i-i get it too. all the time."

minnie swallows. "well, you- know what it means, right?"

your heart pounds, and slowly you whisper out. "...I like you."

her heart practically explodes, warmth climbing up her body as she swallows, nodding. "...I like you too. a lot. maybe-" she toys with her shirt. "maybe too much?"

you nod along. "same here."

her eyes glanced back down, and slowly, her hand shifted to hold yours - both of your faces heating immensely at the touch. minnie swallows. "..this feels so weird."

"I know."

"like- illegal."

"...yep." your eyes flit up, and shyly you murmur. "..kinda like it though."

it pays off, as her grin shines. "me too."

you sit in silence for a few moments, before minnie's eyes slip down to your lips. your face heats, and so does hers. she opens her mouth to speak, but shuts up when you give a slow, soft nod. a grin forms, and she leans in - brushing her lips against yours.

it's short but sends sparks up your body, and you melt into it, as her free hand comes to hold your cheek slowly - just keeping her lips against yours for a few moments before pulling back. she glances up into your eyes, before shyly looking away.

"that was-"

"..yeah."

minnie softly pulls back, her thumb sliding over your knuckles. "so.."

"so.."

you swallow. "...I want to- uhm, take you on a date this week, please? or maybe-" your breath hitches softly as your eyes flit to the window, the sun still pouring in. "maybe today? l-like- now?"

her cheeks flare, but she smiles, nodding quickly. "please."

and you stand, helping her up.

as you slip on your shoes, she pinches the back of your shirt, making you turn. the sight of her - all shy and nervous makes your stomach flip. "..yeah?"

"...you can't tell anyone," she starts, voice soft. "but that was my first kiss."

your heart leaps to your throat, as you choke out. "m-mine too."

minnie's eyes practically shine as she looks up at you. "really?"

"really really."

she grins, bumping her arm against yours. "then..I guess we're a good match, huh?"

you flush. "y-yeah."

she looks away, but gently, her hand squeezes yours.

and your heart races, yet again.

You're not a morning person.

Or at least you weren't, until you started living with her. The girl of your dreams, Nicha Yontararak—Minnie for short. Being with her has changed you in many different ways but the most notable shift has been how you've come to love the mornings. 

It wasn't some big revelation that got you there, nor was it a sudden change of heart. It was Minnie. Waking up to see her beautiful—nearly perfect—face sleeping peacefully next to you has become your most favorite thing. It was almost like a guilty pleasure of yours to just watch silently as she slept. You usually woke up early around six and normally you'd go right back to sleep because there was never any good reason to stay up. 

Now there was.

You're doing it again, watching her sleep. It's a little bit earlier, maybe five-thirty-ish and the sun's just barely peaking out above the horizon. Just enough so you can see her face clearly in the light peering through the curtains. You find yourself smiling, silently wondering how on earth you ever got so lucky. To have someone so stunning in your bed, breathing slowly and softly in her slumber. 

There's this thing you do often when mornings like these come, sometimes you reach your hand out to caress her soft cheek ever so slightly and sure not to wake her. It's cause you need to make sure she's real, that this isn't some crazy lucid dream you're living in. Which might seem silly to any ordinary person but when you admire someone this much, a lot of the things you do become a bit illogical.

This time, you let yourself get a little too carried away and you end up dragging your fingertips along her jawline. In that same second you regret it because she takes a deep breath and then her eyes open. She blinks a bit, moving to wipe the sleep out of her eyes as she stretches her legs "Good morning pretty girl" She says it with her hoarse morning voice and you can't control the smile that spreads across your face when you hear it.

"Good morning beautiful, go back to sleep I didn't mean to wake you" You mutter, wanting to watch her some more.

"Were you watching me sleep again?" She grins, looking at you like you're the only girl in the world, just pure adoration in her eyes along with that genuine smile of hers. 

"Maybe" You shrug "You should go back to sleep"

Minnie turns her head to look at the digital clock

Five-Fifty PM

"You know.." She mutters, getting up to straddle your hips so you're forced to go from laying on your side to laying on your back, looking up into her eyes. "You can still admire me while I'm awake" She winks, her tone suggestive. 

Before you even get the chance to tell her how cute you thought her little wink was, she leans down and connects your lips. Everything immediately goes slow motion when you feel her plump lips on yours. She kisses you slowly and thoroughly, with a sort of heated passion and no hesitation to stick her tongue in your mouth.

You don't mind it at all, you could make out with Minnie forever. She hums softly, cupping both of your cheeks with her slender hands, fingers pressing deeply into your skin. "I love you" You pant, when she pulls away.

"I love you more, baby" She leaves a peck on your lips before she sits up. You hadn't even noticed that your hands had gravitated to her waist until you saw that she was pulling her tank top off.

"Babe, it's five in the morning" You nod your head to the clock as her top falls somewhere to the side of the bed. 

Her breasts come free and you can't help but stare at how perfect they look in the warm sunlight. "Six" She corrects, tugging at your t-shirt. You smirk, then you lift yourself up to take it off and you're only left in your bra and a pair of shorts. 

You sit up, positioning Minnie perfectly in your lap "Morning sex it is then" You mutter, pecking her lips, then her cheek and all the way to her jawline. You litter your kisses everywhere, slowly down to her neck where you leave a few red marks. She moans softly, and it's like music to your ears, something only you have the privilege of hearing.

When you make it to her collarbone, your left hand comes up to massage her right breast, you cup and massage the soft flesh because it fits so perfectly in your hand. "Babe" She whines when you dip your head down to take her left nipple between your lips. You spend some time there just worshipping her perfect tits. You hum, letting your tongue circle around her areola, then you flick it over the sensitive bud once then twice. "Please"

"Please what princess?" You don't just call her that, you genuinely believe it. Maybe in some other life or in an alternate universe she's royalty and somehow by the grace of God in this life you managed to pull her. 

Your hand slides down her shorts and underneath her panties, like you expected, she's soaked. "Just—Yes!" She moans and you didn't even do much, you really only put a little pressure and her hips are already bucking into yours. 

"Help me get these off" You mutter softly as you pull on her bottoms because you need her flawless body fully naked for you. She nods when you slip your other hand out of her shorts and she shuffles a bit to get them off. When she's ready, she sits back down on your lap and she hovers a bit. You slide your hand down her silky smooth waist and between her legs to palm her cunt. "What do you want?"

The question slips off your tongue so gently as you kiss along her shoulders. You breathe in and out audibly, taking in her delightful natural scent. "Ah—fuck" She whimpers, hips jutting forwards when you slowly rub your hand in circles. You do it on purpose so you can hear her struggling as she begs you to do something to her. "I want... I want your fingers inside... pl-please" 

You lick over the now purple marks on Minnie's neck "I think I wanna watch you ride my fingers, darling" You sigh, sliding two fingers up and down her drenched slit. "You'll do that for me, yeah?"

She nods frantically, hips moving on their own as you tease her. It doesn't last long though, because you slip the two fingers in so easy into her tight, wet warmth and she doesn't waste time to get them as deep as they can go when she closes the gap. There's a pleasureful sigh that escapes her lips when she feels the stretch of your digits and you pull your head back so you can watch the full show. "Go ahead princess, show me" You encourage. 

Minnie has to first get a good grip on your shoulders, then she rolls her hips forwards and a choked moan escapes her lips. "Fuck" she curses, then she continues, getting herself in a good rhythm. You watch almost in awe as she tries her best to get off on your fingers. Her petite breasts bounce with each movement of her hips, you watch in real time as she begins to break a sweat, her skin becoming sleek as it shines in the sunlight.

The view is just perfect, you can only hold her waist with your free hand lightly, not guiding her because she knows what she's doing. Her facial expressions are the best, the way her brows furrow, how she goes from letting her mouth hang open to biting her bottom lip as a way to try and control every sweet sound that escapes her lips. "You're doing so well baby" You just watch, almost mesmerized as you stare into each others eyes. "So fucking pretty.." You're almost at a loss for any other words.

You can hear it now, how wet you have her on each drag up and down. It's a little quieter than her moans and whimpers so you reach your hand up, finger over her mouth "Shh, listen" She holds in whatever she's able to and you can hear it clearer now "You hear how wet you are for me babe?" You ask, she only nods her head, unable to say any other words because it feels too good.

She starts clenching because she gets off on that, hearing the sounds of her own arousal and how sloppy you've got her. You end up moving your finger from her lips and you just stare into her begging eyes. "So beautiful.. I love you"

"I- I love you too" She says before leaning into your body. You allow her to bury her face into your neck, her legs nearly trembling with each roll of her hips "I-It feels sooo good" She moans, her eyes clamping shut.

"I know baby" You assure, rubbing her back in slow circles, "Such a good girl for me, you deserve everything" You kiss her shoulder, tasting the sweat she's built up there. 

"I'm close" She whimpers and you begin to help her, fucking your fingers into her throbbing cunt to meet her hips. She keeps moving, her hips fast and her moans going higher and higher in pitch. She's right there "Please... can I?" She asks you as if you could ever tell her no when she's been so good for you and she's whimpering in your ear with that pretty voice of hers.

"Cum whenever you want" You nod, then almost immediately a strangled moan forces it's way through her throat then she goes silent. You keep fucking her as her hips begin to move messily in their own way, stuttering and stopping back and forth. "There you go" You grunt, feeling your arm begin to burn as she begins to choke on her own words. Then she begins moaning again, so beautifully as she works through her orgasm.

"Thank you" She pants, swallowing thickly as she allows her bodyweight to rest on you. You slip your fingers out of her cunt, then you hold her running your other hand through her damp hair.

You're not done with her yet though, how could you ever be? 

When she's caught her breath, you turn her over so she's on her back, looking up at you with her tired eyes. She hums as you get yourself between her legs "You did such a good job, babe" You kiss her lips, but this time she struggles with kissing back. You don't mind it though, you only move to her neck "Need to taste you" You mutter, shuffling your way down so that your head is between her legs.

"Yes please" She bites her lip, then she props herself up on her elbows to make eye-contact. She's staring at you like she wants it so bad and she doesn't even need to tell you because you know how to read her.

You know her

When you're face to face with it, you hold back your urge to just go for it right then and there. First you wrap your hands around each of her thighs. They're so plump and perfect. You squeeze, letting your fingers press against her warm flesh. Minnie whimpers, carefully following you with her eyes. 

You keep the eye contact, slowly moving your head to the left, attaching your mouth to her inner thigh. First you lick it, then you kiss it and you begin sucking and biting on the supple flesh. You end up leaving more marks scattered there before you move on to the next thigh but it's more than just teasing to you. When you leave all these wonderful blemishes on her body, it's like you're leaving a reminder. Every time she sees herself in the mirror, she'll see those wonderful red and purple marks and she'll think about you and the way you made her feel.

After spending so much time leaving hickeys on Minnie's body, she's just about ready for you to get started. She's stayed silent this whole time though, allowing you to have your way as she waits patiently for you to get to where she wants you the most. You note that her eyes are glossed over and it's telling that she needs you so badly that she can't even put it into words.

So when you stick your tongue out and you flatten it on her clit she gasps, then chokes "Thank you" A meek whimper follows her surprise. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you" She repeats over again in a small whisper because she's so grateful to finally have your mouth where she's needed it for the past few minutes. 

You hum in response, sending vibrations through her body as you start lapping up all the wetness on her cunt. The taste is pungent, a perfect balance of sweet and salty and you've become almost addicted to it by now. Her hips squirm cause maybe she's a little too sensitive for this right now but you hold her down, shoving your face deeper as you lick her up. "Fuck babyyy" She whines, dragging out the last word "So good" She throws her head back a moment allowing you to see the perfect curve of her neck, littered with the marks you left earlier.

Minnie's a complete mess right now, hair messy, body all flushed and sweaty while her face contorts several different ways with each damning flick of your tongue. "God" She almost groans, biting her own tongue when you take her swollen clit in between your lips. You start sucking, putting your jaw to good use as she blabs praises of how good you're doing.

"I fucking love you" Her back arches, then falls in the same instance. So sensitive—you think to yourself bringing your fingers up to slip them inside of her without warning. "Fuck!" She moans, legs threatening to shut when she feels the familiar stretch of your slender fingers curling so deep inside of her. "Come here!" She pleads, moans becoming louder and more frantic.

You pull your mouth off of her, fingers still buried in her cunt as you move up to latch your lips onto hers. She pulls your body onto yours and she kisses you deeply, eyes closed as you take her to cloud nine "I... love... you" You murmur onto her lips as you pound your fingers into her. She's close already and you're more than ready to take her over the edge.

Minnie breaks the kiss "Baby.. I-I'm" She warns.

"Yeah, cum for me again babe" You nod, then a loud almost scream-like moan tears through her lips.

"Oh my god!" She cries, most likely disturbing the neighbors on this eventful morning. You could really care less though because you're doing what you were made to do. Your duty in life, its never been so clear—to satisfy this perfect woman under you. To make her happier than ever, to make her scream your name as she cums for you over and over again. No doubt she'll do it again tomorrow, and the day after that.

(and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, until there aren't any more days left)

She wraps her arms tightly around you as you slow your fingers to a stop. You slip them out, then you bring them to her lips. Her eyes are shut because she's in this state of utter bliss but she still parts those perfect lips of hers to take your digits into her mouth. Her tongue licks off every bit of slick it was coated in. Then you pull them out and you kiss her lips. "Good morning to me" She mutters with a deep breath.

"Maybe we should go back to sleep, I don't wanna move" She whines the last part, holding you close to her when she feels you about to move 

"Yeah, we can start the day later... maybe at two" You yawn

Minnie giggles "Not that late"

Dedicated to @svndaysaweek

You were sitting on your desk, frowning, with a hand on your face to prevent exhaustion from planting your nose flat on the desk. Your eyes were burning, your eyelids felt heavy, your back was giving up on you, and the engines inside your brain were too filled with rust to function properly. 

Late-night study sessions were the norm for most students, especially if the competition was high. But it was all easy and done with the help of a coffee and the incoming threat. The problem was doing it for a week straight. At this point, coffee didn’t work anymore and the only thing keeping you awake was pure willpower. You knew the finals were near and you were terrified, you couldn’t stop now.

Nicha knew something was wrong. She briefly wondered if it was just her impression but really she just noticed all those minor differences in your behavior—you started talking to her less, compressing your conversations into tiny paragraphs, your movements got more sluggish, and your brightness seemed to fade away. 

She wasn’t worried about you cheating, losing feelings, and whatnot. Her first guess was your health. But then she remembered what you told her weeks ago: “Nicha, the finals are coming so I’ll have to study a lot more. Sorry, I’ll make up for it when they’re finished, okay?”

Nicha walked down the corridor and into your room. 

“Baby…how’s the studying going?” she asked softly, barely touching your shoulder. “I know math makes you feel like you want to rip your eyes out…”

You didn’t answer at first. You didn’t really hear her—it took you a moment to register her voice.

“Hey, sweetheart? How’s it going? Definitely see more writing in that notebook…” Nicha made another attempt, putting her head closer to you to look at your desk. 

It was because you turned around and looked at Nicha, that you finally noticed the dark sky out of the window and realized how late it was. She looked at you, a bit surprised at your furious eyes and crooked frown. Your expression wasn’t as contorted as it looked, but the dark circles stepped it up a notch.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?” she whispered with hesitation.

You let out a loud growl, turning around and ripped away a page of your notebook. Whatever. You didn’t need those, they came out all wrong anyways. You were going insane. You studied math all afternoon: you got most of them right at the start but as time went on, you kept making more mistakes and now they were all wrong. What was even more frustrating was how stupid the errors were.

“Oh, oh, okay. Erm…baby?” Nicha stumbled, trying to find the right words. 

You sighed and shoved your face in your hand for the nth time to scrap the tiredness out of your skin. 

“Sweetheart, are you…are you mad at ME? If I need to give you space, I will, I just…”

“No, no, it’s not you Nicha,” you finally spoke up.

“No? Okay. Are you frustrated?”

“Yeah… sorry, Nicha, I kinda snapped. It all kinda stacked up—the exercises look impossible, studying the same subjects for days is so tiring, the news of the test are making more and more scared, I really need to study more, to get more of them right, I—”

“It’s okay baby,” she shut you up, placing a hand on your nape. You closed your lips and listened to her voice. If it wasn’t for her, you’d just be raging even more and tire yourself uselessly. “You don’t have to explain—I get it. Math wasn’t my….best subject either.”

“There’s this thing where I need to compute this thing and I need all sort of tricks. I probably have to see it like a convolution or something…”

“Uhhh… What the hell is that?” Nicha’s honest reply made you chuckle. Your words really sounded absurd.

“That sounds super complicated. And by the looks of those weird things on your laptop, it is. Who invented this shit?”

“We all have to do it though,” you said, defeated.

Nicha sighed. “No, no, you’re right. But why don’t we come up with a plan for this, hmm? You’re just studying for hours on end without rest, it surely won’t be effective.” Nicha took your hand and pulled you up from your chair, pulling you to the bed. You didn’t say anything and followed her. She sat down against the wall and back hugged you like a huge stuffed animal, keeping you warm and comfy. 

“So how much stuff do you have to know for this exam?”

“Well, I have language first with all the reading, literature and writing. Then math, the basics are okay but then there is calculus, probability and geometry, which is so hard. Then there are the other subjects like physics, geography and history—I think it’s manageable, I just have to memorize.”

“Mhmm. Okay. And how much time do you have before the exam?”

“Next month,” you said and buried your face on your knees from desperation. Nicha noticed it and hugged you tighter, placing her hands under your chest and keeping her body glued to your back. For a moment, your muscles relax and all the built up stress dissipated. You let her cuddle you, which she was really enjoying. 

“Starting studying early. Good job, so let’s divide this up…”

“8-10 hours a day should be good.”

“No, no. Baby that’s too much for one day.”

“It’s the bare minimum, Nicha, I won’t be able to remember anything if I don’t—”

“Don’t argue with me. You already know it’s not going to work. Look at you, you can barely stand up, you’ll end up in the hospital before you can even attend the test. You have to sleep and get rest or the subjects will just drip out of your ears and you will forget them.”

“I need to study more.”

“I KNOW you need to study,” Nicha sighed. “Baby, you’ve been going for so long I bet you’re not even retaining any information right now. You’re just making yourself more frustrated.” 

“I guess you’re right, maybe that’s why I am making so many mistakes… I’m a bit sleepy actually.”

Nicha raised her face and looked at the clock. 1 AM. “…jeez, baby. You little sneak! You distracted me. I had NO idea it was THIS late. You need to sleep.”

Before you could say anything, your stomach spoke for you, letting out a low rumble. You blushed and shrinked in Nicha’s embrace. She just chuckled at your action but immediately turned serious, pinching her eyebrows. “You haven’t eaten dinner yet, did you?”

“No…” you said quietly.

“You damn— fine, let’s go eat something. There are still some cup noodles in the drawer.” Nicha got up, and jumped off the bed. Feeling her warmth leave your back was a bit disheartening but you really had to go eat because the hunger was killing you. As soon as you stepped down the bed, you felt light-headed, realizing Nicha was right and you pushed yourself too hard. 

Your girlfriend was already putting water in the boiler and taking the cups out. 

You smiled and looked at her, slowly stepping into the kitchen. She looked so focused on getting everything. Her big t-shirt flowing around, matching her striped long pyjama pants, she looked comfy with her hair tied up in a messy bun. 

You were lucky to have her caring for you.

When this hell was over, you’ll have to find a good date place and really spoil her.

“Hey, don’t just stand there, come help me.”

“I’m coming,” you said and followed her.

As the kettle finally clicked off, signaling the water was ready, Nicha held the cups steady. You carefully poured the hot water into each cup, the steam rising in a warm, fragrant cloud. The noodles quickly softened. You closed the lids, after putting in the seasoning mix, and waited for a few moments.

Nicha got the kimchi out and placed some plump pieces of cabbage on a plate.

You tried to ask her about her day but Nicha was more focused on you and wanted you to rant, at least for now. She insisted on asking more about you and gave you time to think and speak. She looked at you with a smile, her eyes didn’t leave you for even one second.

“School is so stressful… and although everyone tells me it will be better in uni, I don’t really believe them.”

“Oh, I know, I know. I know school is so stressful. It’s like a full-time job you’re not getting paid for.”

“If I can get a good score, I’ll get into a good uni. Only then, I’ll be able to rest.”

“I know your studies are important to you. And I’m really proud of you for that. You worked really hard and I can’t be anything else but proud. But frankly, it makes me a little sad when you hole yourself up to study all the time instead of going out from time to time.”

“I’m sorry for disappointing you,” you confessed.

“No, no, I’m not disappointed. I love you the way you are. I know you still care about me and I always see it. Whenever you can, you always buy food for me, you listen to all the bullshit I have to say, your messages…” Nicha stopped herself before she’d get lost in her ranting. “I’m not going to tell you that grades aren’t important because I know it’s really important for you, but I just hope you don’t get too lose in your studies and forget about yourself.”

You finished your noodles by distracting yourself with jokes and stories, Nicha always had something interesting to say. You didn’t go outside much these days and neither did your friends because of the preparation for the exam, so you could only tell her about what you saw on the internet but you could still make her laugh.

You took turns to brush your teeth and wash your face in the bathroom, while Nicha was putting everything away. You walked to your desk and looked at the notebook. Just one quick look won’t do you any harm, you could look at the notes once more to make sure they really sticked. You sat down and flipped through the pages back to the start.

When Nicha entered the room, she yelled, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m just… I’m just reviewing a little bit. I’m not going to study anymore,” you said with guilt, the guilt of someone that just betrayed the person that trusted you the most. 

“I just saw you yawn. We both know you wanna sleep.”

Nicha got a hold of you between her arms to convince you to get up. You tried to resist but she was so persistent that you couldn’t resist much longer. You quickly put everything away and went on the bed, with Nicha joining you. 

Her hair flowed gently over her shoulders, and her eyes radiated warmth and tenderness as she looked at you. Sensing your need for comfort, the girl extended an inviting hand. You accepted the gesture, and you moved closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed, facing each other. 

Their eyes locked, and the girl gently wrapped her arms around the boy, pulling him close into an embrace. Their bodies molded perfectly together, and the world seemed to disappear as you held each other. Everything that happened that week and everything that worried you about the future. She could feel the tension in our body, the weight of your worries, and she knew she needed to help you.

She began to softly whisper sweet nothings into his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "I’m really proud of you," she murmured, her voice like a gentle lullaby. "You're stronger than you know, and I care about you more than words can express." 

As they cuddled, the girl's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, moving with a gentle, rhythmic motion. Each stroke seemed to wash away a bit of your worries, replacing them with a sense of security and belonging. She pressed tender kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, and finally, your lips, conveying her love and affection without the need for words.

With each passing moment, your tension gradually melted away, and you began to relax in the girl's arms. Her comforting embrace and loving words acted as a soothing balm. And the weight on your back finally slipped away.

You laid on the bed with her and slowly started to drift away until you fell asleep. 

THE END

Minnie was beautiful. Like really, truly, otherworldly beautiful. She was gorgeous enough to stand out in a sea of people at your huge university. You still remember the first time you saw her, in the lecture hall for your gen-ed math course with over 100 other students. 

You didn’t have to wait long to find out. The next time the class met, you arrived early, like usual for you. This time, the mysterious new girl did, too. As she walked towards you, your heart began to beat faster. What would be worse– if she sat next to you and you had to think of something to say, or if she didn’t and you never got a chance to say anything at all?

One day, she just appeared. Close to the start of the semester, but not close enough for people to still be adding the class. You swore that you would have noticed her if you had seen her before.

For the next hour and a half of that class session, you snuck glances at her, wondering where she came from, what her name was, and if you’d ever get the chance to speak to her. 

“Hello,” She said, sliding into the seat next to you, a friendly smile on her lips. 

“Hi… Are you new to this class?” You said, feeling your face heat. 

This close, you could see her better than last time. Her hair was split dyed, half of her wispy bangs a midnight black, the other a near-impossible silver. Despite the unnatural color, you noticed it looked soft, as if she had been born with it like that.

You could also see some rhinestones on her face, twinkling under the light. The little gems accentuated her wide eyes, her smile, which now seemed to contain some humor. As if you’d been staring at her for too long… Had you been?

“Yes, I’m new… I’m not from around here.” She leaned in closer to you as she said this, as if it were a secret, despite the information being completely mundane.

You nodded, telling her your name, “Welcome to Intro to Algebra,” You added.

Welcome to Intro to Algebra!? Who says that? You thought to yourself. But she nodded graciously, laughed a little, and told you her name was Minnie. 

Then, just before class started, she tested your name again, “Y/N? It's pretty. It suits you.” 

And in that moment you knew that it was love at first sight. Or at least, love at first awkward conversation.

✰★

That was at the start of the semester. Now, Fall was nearly over, and soon it would start to snow. Since that day, you had sat next to Minnie every day in math. Sometimes, the two of you studied together afterwords. She helped you with Algebra, she had this way of solving the problems that you had never seen before, completely different from what the teacher instructed, but it worked. You tried to help her with history, but along the way, you had become her pop-culture teacher instead.

It all started when you mentioned offhandedly your favorite rom-com, which she had never seen. You invited her to watch it at your dorm, and steadily developed the habit of inviting her over to watch anything from your most beloved classics to your latest drama obsessions. Each of them were completely new for her, and you liked to tease that she must had never seen any movie before at all.

During your movie nights, the two of you would cuddle on the couch, watching the screen intensely. You loved how invested she got in every film, how she laughed at the same moments you did, how she held your hand tighter during the really heart-wrenching scenes. 

During one movie marathon, you looked over at her as the movie played, something you had done often– but this time, there were tears in her eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” You nudged her softly, concerned, “Why are you crying?”

“Because! It's sad!” But she was laughing, wiping away her tears.

“But I told you this one has a happy ending!”

“And I told you to stop spoiling the endings! Besides, aren’t you crying, too? 

“What?” You said, surprised she had noticed the slight tears welling in your eyes. You’d seen the movie a thousand times before, but a sad scene was still a sad scene. “No way…” 

You turned back to the screen, but Minnie was still looking at you. Had you still been looking back at her, you might have noticed that her teasing grin had softened into something warm and fond. 

She hummed, “Your eyes– it looks like they have stars in them.”

“That’s just the T.V. glow…”

“And the tears,” she added, and you scoffed.

But as she returned her focus to the movie still playing, Minnie rested her head on your shoulder, closer to you than before. You hoped, in that moment, that all the stars in your eyes could hide the flush in your cheeks, the way you were now suddenly aware that her hand had been holding yours the entire time.

✰★

Minnie was a fast learner. She had far outpaced your math course since the start. She had taken up reading history books in her free time, and now she could practically teach you, instead of the other way around. She joined the art and writing clubs and was steadily building skills in each.

Minnie had learned you, too. All your little habits. She knew your favorite drink, and somehow always showed up with one from the vending machine when you were having a bad day. She could somehow always catch you when you stared at her, meeting your eye when you had been just about to look away. 

She had a way with words, too, really. You couldn’t explain it, but she always knew what to say. She knew what kind of compliments to give you, the genuine, well-thought-out kind that anyone would treasure. And she knew how to comfort you, whether it was a joke or some reassurance, or usually, from her, a healthy mixture of both. 

But the most remarkable thing that she had learned was the ability to sing. When you told her that her voice was like the perfect dessert– a tiramisu, maybe– she almost died laughing before asking what you meant. But the metaphor made perfect sense to you. Minnie’s voice was warm and comforting. But it was strong and powerful, too. It wasn’t too light, it was substantial. It wasn’t too heavy either, but it could be rich. It wasn’t too sweet and it wasn’t too bitter. 

With her voice, Minnie could convey any emotion beautifully. You often thought that every movie you’d ever seen would have become an instant masterpiece if only Minnie’s singing was the soundtrack. 

“Hey, Y/N?” Minnie turned to you as your math class ended. The students around you swarmed out the doors and towards the library– it was finals season, after all, “Are you doing something after class?”

“Studying.” You said decisively, thinking about your exams. “Ah, do you wanna study together?”

“Do you have time to hear a song first? A song I wrote?” 

This was the first time you had heard of her writing her own songs. Suddenly, all thoughts of studying vanished. 

“Of course,” you said. “Let’s go.”

She grabbed your hand, and the two of you practically ran out of the stuffy lecture hall. Minnie led you out of that building and towards the music one, where the private practice rooms were. She flung open the door to a small room with a keyboard. 

Sitting there in front of the keys, backlit by sunlight streaming through the window, she looked like she belonged there. The gemstones under her eyes glinted as she smiled up at you, one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen on Minnie before. 

“Ready?” Minnie asked.

“No. Yes.” You laughed, “Why am I the nervous one?”

“No idea. It's cute, though.”

With that– leaving your eyes widened and heart beating somehow even faster– she began to play the first notes.

“I’ll be landing on your mind…” She began to sing. 

And her voice transported you to another world. The melody was celestial, the voice singing was heavenly. And the words? The words were so vulnerable– you couldn’t imagine that Minnie had written them, but you also would never believe that anyone else could have. 

As the song ended, you returned to earth, meeting Minnie’s expectant eyes, the slight flush on her cheeks. 

“So?” Minnie asked, “What did you think?”

“... It was perfect.” You started. So perfect, you were at a loss for words. “It was beautiful. Amazing. I mean, you–”

Minnie stood from the bench, never looking away from your reaction. “You inspired it, you know… You inspire me,” She said. 

“I do?” 

She nodded. When you looked at her, you could tell: the moon and the stars that she saw in your eyes were reflected in hers. You almost couldn’t bear it, the look you were sharing, the words to her song still echoing in your head, in your heart.

You looked away first, focusing on the window behind her. 

“H-hey, it's snowing,” You realized, “Its the first snow–”

The two of you rushed to the window, watching the light snow starting to fall from the still sun-filled sky, the people below starting to rush outside to play.

“Wow,” Minnie breathed beside you.

“That song…” You said, “It was really special. I don’t know how to describe it, it was so you… I think I could listen to your voice forever…” You trailed off, suddenly shy, laughing a little at your own words.

“Y/N, this is my first time seeing snow like this. And I’m really happy I’m seeing it with you. My home is so far away… but I feel like home with you. Thats why I wrote the song.”

“Oh. I feel like home with you, too, Minnie. Always.” You said.

“...You know, where I’m from, it snows diamonds,” Minnie said, and you could hear the grin in her voice as you watched the snow.

“Oh really?” You laughed, this time, genuinely. “One day you’ll tell me what it's actually like where you’re from, right?”

“I promise,” And she was laughing, too, a sound as melodic as her music, “But you might not believe me.”

There, standing by the window of the practice room, you realized that you had grabbed Minnie’s hand. At this point it was like second nature for you. To reach for her like it was an instinct but to hold onto her like it was a choice. And you never wanted to let go.

Minnie was beautiful, mysterious, otherworldly. But she was so much more than that. Funny, kind, passionate… genuine. She was yours. And you were hers. You turned to her as she continued watching the snow and made a silent vow to make sure she knew that someday. The same way that she had used her song to tell you.

“Morning, lovely,” you hummed, ducking forward to press a chaste kiss to her nose. Minnie beamed - that bright and genuine toothy smile that never failed to make you melt.

“Morning~,” she replied, kissing you directly on the lips this time.

Even though you were engaged to be married to Minnie, her kisses never changed. They were sweet, and they absorbed your thoughts, and even when she pulled away, your mind would be stained with her lips. Every kiss was like your first with her. It was why you loved her so desperately.

“Would you like some breakfast?” She asked, her voice already thick with animation despite having only woken moments earlier.

You laughed, “I’ll just have cereal. I can handle that much.”

“No!” Minnie pouted, “Let me do this one thing for you. Let me make you breakfast.”

Yet another feature of hers you adored: her insistence on doing things for you. Even if it was something simple, such as brushing your hair, Minnie loved that feeling of intimacy that acts of affection gave her. Of course, you always returned the favour one way or another.

“Fine,” you laughed, “you’re so cute.”

Minnie kissed you once more, her hand on your cheek, and then she withdrew, her feet softly pattering on the carpet.

You sighed blissfully as you laid flat on the sheets. You could hear Minnie turning on the kettle from the kitchen, shuffling around. You pictured her in her pyjamas with bunny print, her soft dark hair cascading down her back, her round cheeks dimpling in a pleasant smile.

Eventually, you sat up and joined Minnie.

She was currently pouring steaming water into two separate mugs, turning and setting them onto the nearby table. She flashed you a smile upon seeing you.

“What cereal do you want?”

You hummed thoughtfully, “just cornflakes.”

Minnie chuckled, “you’re like an old person,” she teased. You were still observing her with your head full of flowery thoughts when she made your heart drop in one action.

“Minnie…” you mumbled.

“Mm?”

“Do you always pour milk first?”

You could see her ears turn crimson, her back stiffening in surprise. Then, she looked at you with an unsure expression, “y-yes? Shouldn’t I?”

“Minnie-ah…” you shook your head in disappointment, sighing heavily, and a smile began to stretch across her lips as she sensed your sarcasm, “you know I can’t marry you now, right?”

“Really~?” She replied, joining the joke, “that’s a shame. I suppose it’s over then.”

You nodded slowly, falsely solemn.

“If that’s the case,” you began, moving over to her and getting onto one uncomfortable knee, the cold kitchen tiles numbing your skin.

“Will you marry me, Nicha?”

Minnie’s expression was giddy as she took your hands, scarlet tones blossoming on her cheeks, “you’re making me blush, (F/n).”

L ⇴ LOVE

She loved making memories with you and spending as much time doing things with you. Minnie’s phone was full of photos for the two of you, many of which she had printed off and up on her side of the wall in her room with Yuqi. There were plenty of stories behind each of the photos that she had up and when she needed to try and cheer herself up, remembering those stories with you made Minnie smile again.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were both studying in a café one day, with Minnie asking you for a little bit of help on a translation that she was struggling with. You both found each other at the café again a couple of times, with the two of you eventually deciding to sit together one day and get to know one another.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

All control was lost when the two of you were together, neither of you cared what you looked like or what came out of your mouth, you trusted each other and knew that you could do anything around each other too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Minnie was obsessed with your laughter, she loved being the one who made you laugh. If you were feeling down, then she would stay stubbornly by your side until she was able to hear your laughter again too.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

One of the things that made her smile the most was when she saw you getting along with her family and laughing with them. Minnie was incredibly close to her family anyway, but seeing her best friend get along with them touched her greatly, even if it sometimes meant that she was pushed aside and forgotten about.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Your opinion is something that Minnie values a lot and so quite often she would ask you for your thoughts on things. You were always honest with her too, even if sometimes it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Quite a lot of the time Minnie would raid your wardrobe and end up wearing your clothes for things like going to the airport or recording at the studio. Most of the time she did it secretly too, with you only finding out when you saw the photos online and recognised the items of clothing that she was wearing.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

As much as she loved you supporting her in the group, Minnie relied on you for support more when she wanted to forget about work for a little while. She loved just being Minnie with you and relied on you to make her feel human rather than having to conform to being the idol that everyone else adored.

T ⇴ TRIPS

The first trip that she had home, Minnie made sure to invite you and show you off to her family. She had told them plenty about you, with it being their idea that she brought you along for a meeting in person at last.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

She felt very lucky to be able to call you her best friend, you were definitely someone that Minnie needed in her life to be there.

V ⇴ VISITS

Out of the two of you, Minnie is the one who will surprise you more, especially during her breaks to see if you want to go out for lunch and catch up, doing anything that she can just to spend some time with you.

W ⇴ WISDOM

Both of you try your best with advice to make the other not feel alone, even if it’s not always the wisdom that the other needs to hear.

X ⇴ XXXX

The two of you were pretty affectionate as friends, often found hugging each other when you first saw each other and when one of you had to leave, with plenty of teasing and winding up in between all of that.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were her confidant; Minnie knew that she could tell you absolutely anything.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most of the time because you’re still talking even when you get home, you find yourselves spending the night together too as you still have so much to talk about and not wanting to go without finishing your stories.

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once she heard minnie was sick with the flu, soyeon started packing up a duffle bag for the next few days

tea bags, incense, cold packs, first aid, snacks, and extra blankets for minnie

masks, gloves, extra clothes, basic stationery, and some manga comics for herself

in no time she reached the sick girl's apartment

reaching up to minnie's forehead with a gloved hand, she almost snatched her hand back as she felt the older's temperature

"my god, unnie. let's get you something to cool you down" she said as she made her way in

soyeon basically pampered the tall thai woman

"you know you didn't have to," minnie tried to humble herself as soyeon gently pressed her forehead and. best with one of the cold packs she brought over

soyeon would scoff, while constantly checking the taller girl's temperature as it decreases to normal

"you do a lot for me, so im doing a lot for you"

minnie could do nothing except accept soyeon's nursing her to health, giving her a tiny kiss to the shorter's masked cheek

if minnie could see soyeon blush, then she'd see how red she turned from the affectionate action