Pairing: Xu Minghao x Female Reader
Genre: Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Intellectual Romance, Soft Tension
Warnings: None (just emotional vulnerability and yearning)
🎵“You’re the reason I don’t want the world to end.”
— “Heaven” by Troye Sivan
The museum is quiet in the way libraries are quiet not empty, but respectful.
You’re standing in front of a massive abstract painting.
Black slashes across a white canvas. A single streak of deep red cutting through the center. Chaotic. Violent. Intentional.
You tilt your head slightly.
“It feels angry,” you murmur to yourself.
“Not angry.”
The voice beside you is calm. Measured. Almost gentle.
You glance sideways.
He’s tall. Dressed simply black turtleneck, loose trousers, silver ring on his finger. His hands are tucked into his pockets like he’s not trying to occupy too much space.
“It’s restrained,” he says. “Like it wants to explode, but it doesn’t.”
You blink.
“That’s still anger.”
He finally turns to look at you properly.
“No,” he says softly. “That’s control.”
And just like that it begins.
You cross your arms lightly.
“The red line is too aggressive to be control.”
“It’s centered,” he replies immediately. “If it were anger, it would be scattered.”
You squint at the painting again.
He steps a little closer not to you, but to the canvas. Close enough that you notice he smells faintly like clean cotton and something woody.
“It’s about tension,” he continues. “Not chaos.”
You look at him now instead of the painting.
“And how are you so sure?”
He shrugs slightly.
“I think chaos is louder.”
You scoff. “You’ve clearly never been in love.”
That makes him pause.
Really pause.
He studies you, eyes sharper now. Interested.
“And you have?” he asks quietly.
You turn back to the painting.
“Enough to know it’s not quiet.”
Silence settles between you.
Not awkward.
Heavy.
Intentional.
“You’re projecting,” he says gently after a moment.
You laugh softly. “So are you.”
His lips twitch.
He extends his hand.
“Minghao.”
You hesitate for half a second then take it.
You weren’t expecting his grip to be that warm. You tell him your name.
He repeats it once, like he’s testing how it feels in his mouth.
And you don’t know why that does something to you.
You end up walking through the rest of the gallery together. It isn’t planned.
It just… happens.
You disagree on three more paintings.
You think a sculpture is lonely.
He says it’s independent.
You say independence can still be lonely.
He looks at you longer than necessary after that.
You start to realize something.
He doesn’t argue to win.
He argues to understand.
When you explain your interpretation, he listens. Not waiting to speak. Not interrupting. Just… listening.
That’s rare. In front of a minimalistic piece just a blank white canvas with a tiny black dot in the corner you both stop again.
“It’s about insignificance,” you say.
He tilts his head.
“It’s about perspective.”
“How?” “If you step back,” he says, taking two slow steps backward, “the dot becomes the focus.”
You follow him.
He’s right.
“The emptiness gives it importance,” he adds.
You glance at him.
“Or maybe it’s about isolation.”
His gaze softens.
“Why do you keep choosing loneliness?”
Your throat tightens a little. “Why do you keep choosing strength?”
There it is again.
That pause.
He doesn’t look away this time.
“Maybe,” he says quietly, “strength is just loneliness that learned how to survive.”
Oh.
Oh.
Your heart does something strange.
You don’t realize how long you’ve been walking together until an announcement echoes that the museum café will close in twenty minutes.
He looks at you.
“Coffee?” he asks simply.
You pretend to consider it. “Only if you admit the first painting was angry.”
He smiles properly this time.
Slow.
Controlled.
“Only if you admit anger can be beautiful.”
You both nod.
Deal. The café smells like espresso and old books.
You sit across from each other at a small wooden table by the window.
It’s quieter here.
More intimate. “So,” you say, stirring your coffee. “Do you always debate strangers in museums?”
“Only the interesting ones.”
You roll your eyes but you’re smiling.
“You didn’t seem bothered.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You weren’t?” “No,” he says calmly. “You looked like you were thinking. I respect people who think.” You hate how much that affects you.
The conversation drifts from art to philosophy. From philosophy to life. From life to fears.
He tells you he practices meditation. You tell him you overthink everything.
He says overthinking is just caring too much about outcomes. You ask him if that’s a bad thing.
He shakes his head. “It just means you feel deeply.”
The way he says it not judgmental, not mocking makes your chest ache. “You interpret everything emotionally,” he says at one point.
“You interpret everything logically.”
“Not logically,” he corrects gently. “Internally.”
You narrow your eyes. “That’s worse.”
He laughs softly.
“It’s safer.”
You lean forward slightly.
“Safe is boring.”
His gaze drops to your lips for a split second before returning to your eyes.
“Not always.”
Your heartbeat spikes.
And neither of you comment on it.
Days pass.
You don’t expect to see him again.
Museums are like that temporary connections in quiet rooms.
But the next Saturday, he’s there.
Standing in front of a different painting.
Like he was waiting.
You walk up beside him without saying anything.
“This one is definitely angry,” you say.
He smiles without looking at you.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
It becomes a ritual.
Saturdays at the museum.
You never plan it.
You never text (you didn’t exchange numbers somehow that felt too intentional).
You just… both show up.
Sometimes you walk through three exhibits in silence.
Sometimes you argue for thirty minutes over a single piece.
Sometimes he stands slightly closer than necessary.
Sometimes your fingers brush and neither of you move away immediately.
Slow burn isn’t loud.
It’s subtle.
It’s noticing the way he pushes his glasses up when he’s thinking.
It’s the way he tilts his head when you say something vulnerable.
It’s the way he remembers small details like your favorite artist, or how you prefer bitter coffee.
It’s him bringing you a cup without asking one afternoon.
“You remembered,” you whisper.
He shrugs.
“You talk a lot.”
You gasp.
He smiles.
One evening, the museum is almost empty. Rain taps against the tall glass windows.
You’re standing in front of a painting that’s softer than the others pastel blues and faint gold lines.
“It feels peaceful,” you say quietly.
He stands beside you.
“Or resigned.”
You frown. “Why do you keep choosing the heavier interpretation?”
He looks at you slowly.
“Because peace usually comes after something painful.”
Your chest tightens. “Do you always see pain first?”
He hesitates.
Then nods once.
You don’t push. Instead, you say softly, “Maybe that’s why we keep disagreeing.”
He studies you. “Maybe.”
“And maybe,” you add carefully, “that’s why I keep coming back.”
There it is.
The shift.
The air changes.
He turns fully toward you now. “You come back because you disagree with me?”
You swallow. “I come back because you make me think.”
Silence.
But this one is fragile.
Hopeful.
“You know,” he says quietly, “I thought you were wrong about the first painting.”
You blink.
“I was not.”
He smiles faintly. “I think it was angry.”
You stare at him.
“You said—”
“I know what I said.”
“Then why—” “Because I realized,” he interrupts gently, “anger and control aren’t opposites.”
Your breath catches. “They’re connected.”
He steps closer.
“Like loneliness and strength.”
Your heart is so loud you’re convinced the entire museum can hear it. “Like chaos and beauty,” he continues softly.
You whisper, “Like us?”
He doesn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he reaches out slowly and brushes his fingers against yours.
Intentional.
Warm.
Steady.
“Like us,” he confirms. The first time he kisses you isn’t dramatic.
There’s no fireworks.
No sudden rush.
It’s quiet.
Careful.
Outside the museum, under soft evening light. He pauses just before, searching your face like he’s reading art again.
“Tell me if I’m wrong,” he murmurs.
You shake your head slightly.
“You’re not.” And when his lips touch yours, it feels like the red line in the painting finally finding its place.
Not chaos.
Not restraint.
Balance.
Weeks later, you’re back in front of that first abstract painting.
The black slashes.
The red line.
You stand closer together now. His hand rests lightly at your lower back.
“It was angry,” you whisper.
He leans down slightly. “It was controlled.”
You look up at him. “It was both.”
He nods.
“Exactly.”
You smile. Because now you understand.
Love isn’t loud.
It’s not chaos.
It’s two people standing in front of the same thing and seeing it differently and choosing to stay anyway.
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【 A Lunch for a Train Card 】 Bonus SMAU - The8 (Xu Minghao)
read fic here ! 《 ( recommended )
Content : gender neutral reader (photos off of pinterest were not chosen for the people's features) , brief Jun POV in the last image , nonchalant The8
Sure, a big extended friend group trip might've been awful to plan... but isn't it worth it when a friend of your friend is absolutely gorgeous ?
【 A Lunch for a Train Card 】 - The8 (Xu Minghao)
Content : gender neutral reader (second person pov, they referred to their clothes as pretty at some point ) , non-idol au , strangers / acquaintances / mutual friends to lovers , kinda love at first sight , bff Jun , other svt members mentioned , woohoo friends' vacation !
Word count : 2.0k
Author's note : wow ! first posted fic !
》 read bonus SMAU here !
It was a spontaneous decision.
The friends’ trip had been going great. It was honestly such a huge group, you didn't know half the people there. Normally, you hated these types of plans, too many people you don't know well. You usually all ended up split into smaller groups anyways though, so it wasn't too much of a bother this time around.
It was especially not an issue when a gorgeous guy was passing by your group. You think you heard someone call him “Myungho”, and you swear someone else had called him “the eight” (???). Name aside, there isn't much else you know about him. He's pretty, he's quiet, and he's really fashionable. It’s a large shopping center you're all in right now, and you're sure he knows all the best stores to hit.
It would be a waste to let this moment slip by. Besides, as such a big group, it's safe to at least be in pairs.
You turn to the person immediately closest to you, who happens to be Jun. “Hey, I’m gonna go with him,” you say with a discreet gesture towards the gorgeous guy.
Jun glances over to who you're pointing at. “Oh, I didn’t know you were friends with Minghao!”
You gave him an awkward look and lowered your voice to a whisper. “I’m not, just curious about him…”
Jun returned a knowing look. “Well, now's your chance. He's great with clothes.” (as you’ve noticed)
A quick goodbye is exchanged between you and Jun, a mental thank-you for his assist with gorgeous Minghao’s name, and you're off before he gets too far away to catch up with.
As you fall into step beside him, he notices you. He greets you with a nod and the utterance of your name. If you're honest, you're not sure how he knows your name to begin with. It's not a complaint, as you feel your cheeks heat up a bit.
“Do you mind if I tag along for a bit?”
“Not at all.”
Just as you had guessed, he’s been in this area before, and knows the shops pretty well. You follow him to one. You giggle at some pieces that aren't quite your taste, are pleasantly surprised by how Minghao pulls them off, and end up trying on some clothes he picked out too. Then another store, and another, and another…
His eye for fashion is evident in his consistently flattering choices for you. He looks great in the clothes you chose too, but you're pretty sure his good looks are doing some heavy lifting.
It's surprising, the way both of you talk and act like you've known each other much longer than the actual reality of your acquaintanceship. It feels oddly natural.
His walking pace matches yours, and you wonder if he's adjusting his pace for you. “Do you want to go to the train station with me?”
You blink a bit in surprise. “To go where?”
“I know a cool place just a stop away, it's where I’ve been going when the others are too lazy to go out all together. It’s a forest-y area next to a park.”
“You're not trying to kidnap me or something, right?”
Minghao huffs out a laugh. “What, you think I would?”
“Hey, I seriously only just met you! Stranger danger…”
His gaze softened, unvoiced thoughts in his mind. “I’m serious, it's really pretty. If you really don't want to, that's fine, but it's a genuine offer. We could go another day.”
You feel your face heat up and you face forward in hopes that he won't notice. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
Before either of you can say anything else, your phones buzz with a message from the trip group chat. “Oh, Soonyoung and Jihoon are at the food court. I think they wanna gather there for lunch.”
Minghao leans his head closer to read off of your phone, and hums in approval. “We passed by it earlier I think, we can go back.”
The both of you were the first to arrive after Jihoon and Soonyoung. Others continue to trickle in, and a few tables end up getting pushed together to accommodate everyone.
When you take a lap around the food court to weigh your options, Minghao is following close behind you. His input is helpful for your indecisiveness, and you end up ordering together and paying together. He's not pleased that you paid for him, but he's thankful anyways. Jun gives you another look when you sit down with Minghao at the table. Lucky for you, he has the decency not to blurt out whatever it is you know he has on his mind. Most of the group is still gone ordering and getting food, and about half return when your buzzer for pickup starts vibrating. Minghao immediately gets up before you can. “I’ll grab it for both of us,” he said before swiftly leaving, and leaving no room for discussion. Jun immediately takes the opportunity to speak, moving from his seat across from you to the one made newly empty next to you.
His grin is nearly ear to ear. “What's going on with you two?” he whispered eagerly.
Hearing it addressed by a third party brings all the redness back to your face. “It's not like that,” you whisper back. When Jun’s smile drops, you truthfully add: “for him, I don’t think it’s like that for him.”
Jun laughs. “Really? He's like, glued to you.”
“I think he's probably just trying to get to know me better, since we’ve had mutual friends for so long. Anyways, don't make it weird.”
Seeing Minghao on his way back shut Jun’s mouth before he could protest. He had to stifle a giggle at the look on Minghao’s face, seeing the new seating arrangement.
He only makes a short rude comment towards Jun (not too rude; it pulls a laugh from both of you) before taking the seat across from you. He carefully places your order in front of you with utensils and napkins.
The rest of the meal goes by without any further teasing from Jun, something you’re grateful for. After the meal, everyone rides back to the airbnb in the same carpooling set up. For you, that means you're not in the same car as Minghao.
You honestly think you could’ve shopped more after the late lunch, but it wouldn't have been good for your wallet. Besides, it clearly did affect you, because you fell asleep earlier than usual.
You also woke up earlier than usual. As you dragged yourself through your morning routine, you remembered what Minghao said about the train station. Some of the clothes you ended up choosing were ones he had picked. They're pretty, you think.
When you step into the living room, you see Minghao, also dressed up. He was seated on the couch, and he subtly lit up at the sight of you. It would seem that both of you had the same plan in mind for this morning.
You’re walking side by side to the train station, not too long of a trip. It’s too early, so neither of you say much on the way there.
He’s first to speak once you arrive. “Do you have a train card?”
You glance at the machines. “I do, but I don’t think it works here,” you say sheepishly, a little embarrassed by your own lack of foresight.
His response is a gentle nod, soothing your worries. Your worries pick up immediately when he turns on his heel and starts walking away, before realizing he was headed to buy you a train card. Somehow, he gets to the booth before you can stop him, and you don’t want to make a scene, so you end up waiting for his return. It isn’t long before he’s back, handing you a brand-new train card. “Let’s call it even for the meal now,” he said with a soft grin.
“You didn’t have to pay me back for that,” you insist. “Thank you, though.”
The area you’re in wasn’t too busy, so you were able to get seats next to each other. Faint but consistent noise from the outside, the gentle shake of the train, and the warmth of the man sitting next to you feels like enough to lull you to sleep; either that, or you’re still feeling sleepy from the morning. After a bigger shake makes you jolt, Minghao reached to gently bring your head to rest on his shoulder. It makes you question if Jun was onto something.
Drowsiness has mostly left you by now, and so you and Minghao’s chatter makes the walk to the park go by quick. There’s a trail off the side of the park that you follow Minghao on; it’s lush and green. The ground is uneven, and you’re careful to keep your footing. (It’d be too on the nose to fall into his arms.) It’s already beautiful to you, especially as the sun comes out and shines its rays across the leaves and branches above you. You think the light is beautiful on him too, which you get to see every time he turns his head to check on you. Unbeknownst to you, he's thinking the same thing each time he checks to see that you're still behind him.
The brightness of his smile hits you before the glimmer of the sun reflects across the water. He steps aside so that you can see the huge lake in full, stretching wide across your field of vision. It’s sunny, but breezy enough to cool you off. You take a deep inhale of fresh air; the smell is wonderful. At the edge of the water, it shifts in a gentle motion, and you're sure you see little fish swimming around. There’s a couple little boats near the other side of the water, but otherwise, the area is completely private. It crosses your mind, the question of how he found this place. Only briefly, as the breathtaking sight cleared your mind. You hope this image stays in your memories for as long as you live.
Minghao sits on a flat rock, looking up fondly at you. If he's being honest, he’d confess that he liked you from the first time Jun had mentioned inviting you to a get-together. The only thing he had known at that point was that you were a friend of his friend, and that your instagram photos looked really nice from Jun’s phone screen. When there ended up being little chance to talk at that event, he tried to abandon the thought. It was only when he was informed that you’d be coming on the vacation that he told someone about his crush.
He was pleasantly surprised when you came up to him alone at the shopping center, and thrilled that you clicked so easily with him. Just as easily, his feelings were no longer shallowly based on your looks. The little stunt Jun had pulled in the food court had him rolling his eyes, and when he sat next to him in the car… if it wasn’t for the fact that the others were somehow fast asleep, and that Minghao needed to keep his eyes on the road, he would’ve held Jun’s mouth shut himself. He can't be too mad now, he thinks, seeing as being at this lake with you was practically adding years to his own life.
As you sit next to Minghao on the rock, you wonder what Jun will think when he hears about this. The teasing that comes up in your mind feels dismissable in this moment, with the gorgeous view of the landscape and of the person next to you. You turn to face him, and his face is much closer than you thought it’d be.
“Thank you for taking me here,” you whispered, as if speaking too loud would disturb the peaceful area. Minghao just gave you his soft smile in return.
In this moment, you hope Jun was right with his teasing. (He was.)
and on tonight's thoughts we have strict hard dom/brat tamer minghao who is into impact play. he's very calm in public and nobody thinks he's a freaked out bitch, except you, who knows he's a freaked out bitch
desc: you and minghao were homebodies, in every sense of the word. comfortable meditating together in your garden, content sipping complex red wines under the parasol, happy reading your respective books with interlinked pinkies. however, his new subunit has dragged you and all of your friends to a huge party and god, you look a bit too good for minghao to contain himself...
wc: 7.8k..this was supposed to be a drabble
note: happy (belated) v8 release!! this is my celebratory post so pls enjoy and im sorry for the delay! this is the first piece of smut i've ever written lol so pls don't mind if it's not amazing.. this was supposed to be 2k idk what happened lol. tysm miss @binniebean0 for beta-ing once again, ur the best ma lav <333
𝄞: silver jubilee by audrey hobert, v8 by the8 & vernon
Partying was way behind you. Like a distant moment of the past that you revisit once a year and swear to never look back at again. The thumping music and the dazzling lights are not so enticing when you have a gorgeous fiancé who gives such good massages. A brilliant fiancé who buys you books every time he leaves the country — each one picked with perfection, always aligning with your exact interests. An insane fiancé who sees you in your slacks, sweat-ridden after a long and humid day at work and thinks it’s the prime time to make a meal of you on the kitchen table.
Yeah, so homebodies you had become.
Really, who would want to leave the house when the human incarnation of a god, Xu Minghao, your soon-to-be husband, led intense and relaxing meditation sessions for you? In your vast garden, greenery swallowing the senses, the small swish of the coi pond pattering softly to one side, your lean fiancé speaking with ultimate rest dripping off of every word. It was like your own personal heaven!
But alas, work calls — Minghao had been working tirelessly with Vernon for their new subunit. Slipping in the front door early in the morning, cap pulled low as his feet dragged against the polished wooden floors, fatigue radiating off his body when he quietly pulled your body into his and cocooned himself around you.
This was no new routine; you’d been with Minghao for years, through comebacks, daesangs, scandals, you name it, you stood by his side, a solid and hushed rock. However, there was once upon a time when you and he enjoyed indulging in the bustling Seoul nightlife, awake until all hours of the night and dancing carelessly under strobe lights. It was an era you both look back at with soppy nostalgia.
The bass vibrated through the darkened club, the sound of a hyperpop song penetrating your flesh and transforming into sweet endorphins, a buzz of adrenaline and raw energy surging through you. Beside you, your best friends Jun and Mingyu nodded nonchalantly along to the beat — sunglasses securely over their eyes, making them resemble a pair of handsome bodyguards rather than two idols on their night off.
A mix of tequila and soda zipped through your straw as you leaned on the wall between the two, their chatter rapidly adapting to include you. ‘I mean, I never coined them for the clubbing type,’ Jun shrugged, halfway through a conversation with his bandmate, who had his eyes narrowed at his phone in his hand.
The three of you had perched on a balcony, watching the dance floor swarm with bodies, arms flailing to the music, heads bobbing to the beat. Dark purple and white lights flashed, illuminating the floor in brief intervals, revealing people intertwined with one another, others busy looking at their keys and some drunken party-goers grinding with lustful gazes.
‘Well, they’re on their way.’ Mingyu shrugged, pulling your gaze away from your inspection of a particularly messy make-out session in the middle of the crowd – gross.
‘Who is?’ You asked, lifting your drink lazily to your lips.
‘Remember Vernon and Minghao?’ Mingyu questioned, slinging his arm around your shoulders, his beer almost spilling onto your heels with his clumsy movement.
‘I know the names.’ You reply, nibbling on your straw and eyeing a broad-shouldered man, leant nonchalantly against the bar.
This was your routine: Jun and Mingyu would drag you to the club. Most of the time, the three of you partied yourselves out together, strolling home in fits of drunken giggles, Mingyu slung between you and Jun like a human piñata — letting his slackened body flop onto your sofa whilst you and Jun top-and-tailed. But occasionally, one of you would spot someone, get busy and be whisked away into the night.
‘They’re on their way.’ Mingyu finishes, and you shrug, preoccupied by the muscled man downstairs — Tall, dark and handsome.
As the music shifted, Jun pulled you eagerly onto the dance floor, ready to rock, twist, point, any drunken dance move that his body could conjure in the moment, a loud laugh escaping your lips when he pokes the person behind him.
The music was something booming, high-pitched vocals over a speedy tempo, making your hips sway with easy finesse, Jun matching you with a cheeky pout on his face. At some point, Mingyu had disappeared into the crowd to collect his bandmates, leaving you and Jun to continue letting the beat pump through your bodies.
Bodies slick with sweat stuck to yours, the alcohol-induced euphoria swimming through your system and rendering you careless, as all you thought about was feeling the music travel through your bones.
Through the crowd, your abnormally tall friend weaselled his way through, two drinks held haphazardly in his hand as he held them above head height, almost spilling the beverages on multiple unassuming party-goers' heads.
Behind him, two men materialised, both of whom you recognised from Instagram posts, music videos and whatever else your two best friends were involved in. The shorter of the two had a snapback perched backwards over his hair, and he sported a shy grin as he greeted you with a polite nod, ‘Vernon.’
Next to him, your gaze hovered, the second man making your breath hold tightly in your throat — He was gorgeous. The sort of gorgeous that is plastered on the front of fashion magazines. The sort that almost made drool slide down your chin.
Minghao, you can only presume, had a pale face, framed by a sleek black mullet, wisps of hair tickling his sleek cheekbones. The enticing dark chocolate eyes were sharp, and it felt as if Minghao’s gaze was swallowing you whole. Lazily, he dragged his eyes down your body, a small smirk on his plump pink lips as he consumed you with his look alone.
‘Minghao.’ He leaned forward with subtle ease, his strong hand ghosting your waist as his hot breath tickled your ear.
That was the night that changed your life.
Messy makeouts in the bathroom corridor, arms desperately pulling each other close, feeling all of your soft skin and lathering in the rosy scent of your perfume. Tugging his fluffy hair closer, dragging him lustfully to bed, arching your back involuntarily as his hot mouth met you.
You and Minghao were like two magnets, snapping together with force as soon as you met. There was no doubt in your mind that he was your person from the moment you set your eyes on him. And he — he was smitten, absolutely enamoured by you; he practically fell to his knees when you stepped out of your front door for the first date.
Now, six years later, you were each other’s forevers. The gorgeous engagement band on your finger confirms that. Minghao hunted far and wide for the ring that felt authentically you and him, searching across countries, visiting jewellery stores for hours at a time, researching different materials and styles.
An unexpected hunt on a work trip to Beijing made him stumble across a delicate twist of silver that was bent into two smooth spirals, a discrete diamond framed by the curving silver work. It was so perfect that Minghao didn’t hesitate — he signed the papers and strolled out of the store with a bashful grin on his face.
Then, on that starry evening when he got down on one knee, you felt your heart explode in your chest. Adoration surging through your body as you looked at your boyfriend’s sincere smile, his warm eyes glazed with anticipation as he bared his heart to you in an engagement box.
As the streetlights strobed softly through the private car's window, your ring glistened against your knee. A symbol of unrequited love that decorated your body every single day.
The vehicle was a buzz of your best friends, Jun squished in the middle, whilst Mingyu took up way too much space next to him, talking animatedly with Alice in the front seat. Both men were a concoction of shirts and cologne, sunglasses perched in their hair. It had been a long time since you’d been to a club, life moving in a gentle motion away from partying, so you were beyond excited to be indulging in one night of drunken fun with your best friends and fiancé.
Minghao was already at the bar the company had hired out, without a doubt networking, talking to devoted fans and bantering with his sub-unit counterpart.
You could already imagine his lean body, glistening in the low lighting, his shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair tickling his cheeks under a nonchalantly placed cap. Ring finger decorated with a shining silver band as he DJ’d. God, the vision practically made your panties wet.
‘What are you daydreaming about?’ Jun nudged at your side, all heads turning to yours as you rapidly snapped out of your drool-inducing vision of your fiancé.
‘Nothing,’ You reply, perhaps a bit too fast, the flustered expression on your features refusing to be wiped off. Trying to faux calm, you absentmindedly brush invisible dust off your dress.
‘You’re disgusting.’ Jun replies with a distinct scrunch to the nose.
‘What?’ You reply, with widened eyes and a sarcastic look of shock. Jun shakes his head at you, the car slowing as it swerves down a side street in Tokyo, vivid neon lights glowing above your heads.
Crowds of people hover by a bar and you can only presume that’s your destination. There was an atmosphere of anticipation, the beckoning call of music reverberating out onto the slim street, and the car halted, people ecstatically staring through the glass.
As soon as the door opened, you smiled and waved with the politeness you’d be forced to adopt the moment the tabloids caught wind of you. Teethy grins, small bows at fans, waves towards the crowd. However, as the audience swarming outside were struck with Jun and Mingyu's presence, you slipped through the entrance, staff easily directing you to the small stage where the main act was fooling around.
The bar was packed from wall to wall, bodies crammed in as fans excitedly screamed, hollered and shouted at their idols. The air was thick with smoke that clouded heavily in the corners and dampened the lights. A loud and bass-heavy hyperpop track shook the room as it bounced with a tinny crunch out of the speakers and flowed through the atmosphere.
This environment felt like travelling back in time, the thumping of dance music and the scent of strong alcohol dripping nostalgia through you. The hum of bodies pressed into the space brought you back to those long and late nights of the past, dancing sweatily with strangers, not having a care in the world. As you rolled your shoulders, the muscles loosening instinctively, you felt the weight of adulthood dissolve as the atmosphere swallowed you.
The staff member broke the crowd, guiding you through the barricade with a polite nod. The blonde locks wisping in the busy air caught your attention — your fiancé, looking devastatingly gorgeous, was perched in front of a set of decks, headphones slung around his neck as his stare zeroed in on the buttons. Minghao’s hair was hanging carelessly along his shoulders, a slouching cap resting on his head, a dark pair of sunglasses further shielding him from the hundreds of phone flashes shining towards him. As he bobbed his head along to the beat with effortless indifference, you decided his nonchalance was perhaps the most attractive thing on the planet.
There was a cloudy grey tank top hanging loosely off of his toned chest, his tattooed arms revealed to the world as they flexed when he held his hand up in motion. Minghao looked delectable, his body glistening in all the right ways as you watched with your mouth hanging. Even after six years, he still made you speechless daily.
As if your stare burned through him, his head turned straight towards you, his face softening in recognition as he quirked a sweet smile towards you. With a brief lean into Vernon, he stepped down and sauntered over to you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he inspected you.
With discretion, he slid his arms around your waist, his smile converting into a smirk as he raked his eyes down your scantily clad body — your dress hugged all the right places, revealing a modest amount of cleavage and displaying your long legs for appreciation.
‘My love, you look beautiful.’ Minghao mutters in your ear, his hot breath fanning your soft skin, the surface puckering into an array of goosebumps. Your fiancé’s deep, seductive tone sent shivers down your spine, and you allowed your hands to rest on his shoulder, feeling the cotton beneath your fingertips.
‘Hao, you look-‘ There wasn’t even a word to describe how godly he looked. ‘Fuck, you look so good.’ You let your hand skim his bicep, squeezing the tough muscle lightly as he leaned forward, tilting your jaw to kiss you. His soft, plush lips, which you had the privilege of kissing daily, still sent electricity sparking across your body, the taste of mint gum and Coke infiltrating your mouth with ease. You both knew you could easily be here all night, wrapped up in one another, refusing to falter until you knew exactly how good his mouth tasted.
However, the hoards of cameras and fans watching closely ignited a consciousness that forced Minghao to apprehensively pull away, his lip caught between his teeth.
‘Proud of you, baby.’ You say wholeheartedly, sending him a sincere smile before pecking him lightly and running the pad of your thumb over his cheek.
‘I love you,’ He says back, his eyes practically oozing adoration. ‘Wouldn’t be here without you.’
To this, you smile with unrestrained happiness, letting your hands run lightly down his torso before giving his waist a squeeze and ushering him back to the decks. Throwing a quick wave at Vernon, who insisted on a sweaty congratulatory hug, you joined the rest of your friends who’d made their way to the viewing area.
The crowd was alive, chanting and buzzing at the two boys, who danced and waved happily, both radiating shy nonchalance whilst simultaneously bringing life to the room.
‘Put your drinks up!’ Your fiancé shouted, jumping excitedly with Vernon, his face radiating as joy rumbled through him — and you couldn’t help but appreciate how breathtaking he looked as euphoric glee zoomed through his skin.
Alongside you, Mingyu had arrived with a bottle of tequila, shot glasses lined up with precision. With a huge laugh, Mingyu poured one out, slinging it back before pouring another, then a line, linking his arm with yours to knock it back with the old trick you shared.
The sting of the spirit was dulled by the bittersweet flavour of nostalgia it arose on your tongue. It was a twisted sentiment to your early twenties, those party days, the ones that brought you and your friends together — the ones that brought your husband-to-be together, and it bloomed a subtle warmth in your chest.
Watching the man you cherished, so in his element, moving seamlessly to his own music, smiling wide enough to blind a nation, brought bliss to your heart and you inhaled deeply as if it could pause the moment.
Mingyu and Jun, dancing with drunken silliness next to you, expressions of happiness playing on their features. Roars boomed as Vernon and Minghao stood on the platform the decks sat on, dancing in sync to the songs they’d work tirelessly on.
And if you’re being honest, you don’t really party, you just sit at home, but tonight you were throwing it back to those long euphoric nights, letting your body sway freely and laughing wholeheartedly with your closest friends.
As the night stretched on, the bar darkened, the atmosphere still electric even as a different DJ took to the decks. Minghao had eventually shuffled his way over to you, sliding both hands around your waist as he nuzzled his face into your neck. The hair on your body stood up at your fiancé’s skinship, the thumping in your heart intensifying with his hot hands as they lightly massaged your skin.
‘Hey sweetheart,’ He said with a dipped voice, leaving a light kiss on the crook of your neck. You turn rapidly to face your hot, sweaty and frankly, very sexy fiancé, his cap pulled low as you join your lips with his; alcohol induced lust daring to poke through.
‘You were amazing up there,’ You breathed, a bashful smile appearing on Minghao’s face as you complimented him. ‘I’m so proud of you.’
There’s a glaze over his eyes that is somewhere between adoration and gratitude, the mixture making his chocolate eyes shine with unapologetic happiness. Instead of replying, he simply pulled you in once again, savouring the sweet taste of the plush lips you possessed.
The whirlwind of friends and colleagues then sweeps him away, people approaching with waves of congratulatory exclamations. You leave him with a tender kiss on the cheek, a reminder of how proud you are, and then disappear off to Alice.
With drunken confidence, the two of you dance, shaking your hair, swaying your hips, letting big hearty laughs tumble out of you. As the songs beat on, Jun and Mingyu materialise at your sides, moving exactly how they did all those years ago — Jun producing the strangest moves he could conjure, making you almost wet yourself in fits of giggles.
As Mingyu twirls you effortlessly, your sweet-faced soon-to-be-husband arrives, sliding in close to you, his body moving like liquid against you. The sensation of his hard chest pressed against your back made tingles shoot down your spine, the familiar scent of his musky beechwood aftershave wafting over you.
‘Back already?’ You ask with a turned head, only his light curtains visible as he presses tickling kisses along your neck.
‘Forgot how attractive you are when you dance like this,’ He mumbles, nipping on a spot that elicits rather inappropriate sounds from you. The heat of the bar seemed to have settled on your skin as a heavy dew, your pulse racing at a quickened pace.
‘Hao,’ You exhale with heft, hoping the release would ease the growing heat between your legs. You lean your head into the crook of his shoulder behind you, his lips forced to disconnect with your neck as he grumbles quietly. ‘We’re in public.’
The shy and bashful Minghao that presented himself to the public was long gone — his shameless flirtation and risqué-nature penetrating through his persona. You knew this version of Minghao very well. It was the one shielded from his fans, one reserved specifically for you, the one that devoured you on a balcony the night of your engagement.
And his lusty gaze made the heat pooling between your legs feel more and more bothersome.
‘I can’t help myself,’ He says quietly, ‘you look too good, it’s driving me insane.’ His arms don’t falter from their secure place on your hips, tugging you impossibly closer. It felt like you were younger again, kissing carelessly in the club, letting the music take you both away as you indulged in one another.
‘Hao,’ A shaky breath leaves your lips, ‘We can’t exactly slip off, this is your party,’
With a sigh of frustration, he lands one more nip to the sweet spot on your neck, ‘We’re leaving as soon as it’s socially acceptable.’
It, in fact, was not socially acceptable to leave until three in the morning. In those hours, everyone had gotten impossibly drunker. Beside you, Mingyu, almost asleep, stood up, his speech slurred in that hilariously whiny way that was so reminiscent of dragging his tall frame down the dark Seoul streets.
Minghao had hovered around, often being pulled in every direction by various guests, his gaze hot on your figure as you continued to dance or mingle. You could feel eyes burn into your body when you bent over to pick up a spilt beverage, and he used it as a convenient excuse to practically run to your side — skilfully placing himself to conceal your exposed thighs.
Like a perfect scapegoat, Mingyu almost toppled over into both of you. The lanky man’s absent gaze was practically begging for bed, and who were you both to make him stay any longer?
‘We should take him back to the hotel.’ You say with a pout, bidding goodbye to Jun with a tight hug. Minghao had rapidly slipped off to also spout all variations of valedictions to the remaining guests.
Three slightly long, awkward hugs, around ten polite bows and countless ‘goodbyes’ later, you and Minghao had Mingyu slung over your shoulders, his body borderline slack between you as you both dragged him into the car.
As much as you could mentally thank Mingyu for always drinking himself into the perfect escape plan, you didn’t want to praise him for the impending spine problems his years of drunken slackness will inevitably cause you.
There were many ways you’d rather be leaving the bar. Through a back door, hands tangled in Minghao’s mullet, tugging when his lips hit that sensitive spot on your neck. Or in a private car, just the two of you, your hand eagerly stroking torturously slowly up his thigh, skimming his crotch with routine obliviousness.
But alas, Mingyu collapsed onto the seat with a thud, babbling incoherently as he lay his head on your lap. Minghao just tutted as he climbed into the passenger seat, turning to see you display a shrug, raising your hands in defeat.
Even through Mingyu's meaningless utterances, the sexual tension was rife — Minghao stayed glued to his phone, his hat low as his teeth nibbled on his lip in frustration. He was vying for a distraction, and his Instagram feed had never been so boring.
You, on the other hand, leaned on your wrist as you watched the busy, late-night traffic blur past the window. Neon lights and hordes of bodies meshed together in the dark night, the lowlight skimming your fiancées strong jaw, which was very obviously clenched, his plump lips glowing with each passing streetlight.
God, you were ready to devour him.
The minutes skidded by almost painfully, Tokyo dragging through your vision with snail-like slowness. Mingyu was fast asleep on your lap, muttering to himself drunkenly — If your head wasn’t spinning with visions of the gorgeous man in the front seat, you might find this heartwarming and so reminiscent of times passed. Mingyu follows his usual routine, getting too drunk and having to be hauled home by you or whichever oblivious friend was roped in to take half of his weight. Stumbling into the hotel elevator with someone hot on his trail, apologising profusely to whichever member of the public he may have embarrassed himself in front of. Then, collapsing onto the closest comfiest surface — the hotel bed, and passing out without a word.
It made you giggle at how his habits had never changed and how yours remained, too. Popping two painkillers onto his nightstand, filling up a cup with water. All the usual things that came as second nature. Minghao watched you closely with adoration. There wasn’t a day that he didn’t fall deeper in love with you, and today he really felt it. Even through the chaos, the stress, the pressure, your presence was ever-grounding; even if it made his brain scatter when he saw you.
Your fiancée lingered close behind you as you clicked the door shut slowly, the dim hallway abandoned at this heinous time. The warm glow made your body shine, the expanse of your neck exposed when you swept your hair to the side, your long legs practically glistening for Minghao to ogle. He traced the curve of your waist in your tight dress, biting his lip at the swell of your ass as you twisted to look at him.
‘Let me get out of the door first,’ You joke, recognising the lust dripping off of his gaze. Without hesitation, his tongue slipped out of his mouth, licking his lips as if you were his favourite meal.
You were.
The tether within Minghao had snapped, finally alone after hours of pent-up frustration, and he had you pushed up against the wall with lightning-quick agility. One strong arm wrapped tightly around your waist to pull his hips flush against yours, the other cradling your face with softness, the rough pad of his thumb savouring the feeling of your skin below it.
Without hesitation, he joined his lips to yours with desperation, his body aching to taste the alcohol on you — and now he could taste it, he felt utterly intoxicated. The plush of your lips was so familiar, but it never failed to make him feel like every hair on his body was standing on end.
‘Hao,’ You breathed out in a quiet whine, your hands lacing through Minghao’s soft hair with an instinctive tug as he let his lips begin their assault on your neck. He knew exactly how to make you fawn, his teeth grazing your sensitive spots as he left discrete marks along your exposed shoulder.
To be honest, he didn’t care that people were sleeping behind plywood walls; you were too delectable to treat anyone else with regard. A sick part of him wanted them to hear how good he made you feel, he wanted them to know that his fiancée would only moan like this for him for the rest of her life.
Your nails clawed harshly at his biceps as the feeling of his lips made heat pool pathetically between your legs, his lusted-over gaze burning through you when he pulled back to examine his art.
This was Minghao’s own personal Picasso. The sight of you, face flushed and screwn in an expression of blissful pleasure, a thin sheen of sweat coating your skin as your head leaned on the dark wall behind you, the expanse of your neck exposed and actively developing little bruises. The dress, which was, quite frankly, a method of torture designed specifically to make Minghao suffer, was bunching up and revealing your hot skin to his eyes.
‘Oh baby,’ Minghao sighs, letting his arms pull your body into his. You took advantage of his moment of weakness and began to pepper kisses up the column of his throat, trailing along his jaw and nibbling his ear gently, smirking as the skin under your fingertips rose in goosebumps. Sometimes you forgot how easily you affected him, the hotness of your breath eliciting his body to react rapidly, his eyes fluttering shut tightly as he groaned loudly and unapologetically.
The hallway had dissolved into a desire-driven blur around you both, the almost pornographic moans tumbling out of your fiancées mouth floating you away on a cloud of pure sexual need.
‘Baby, I need you.’ He manages to gasp out, your hand now feeling his toned stomach with daringly slow accuracy whilst your mouth continues to run circles around his brain.
‘Can’t have me in a corridor, Hao.’ You state between sloppy kisses, not parting from his skin for longer than a few seconds.
He turned his head and emitted a sound resembling a hiss as your mouth was forced to leave his body, ‘I’ll have you right here, sweetheart, don’t test me.’
The tone was icy, the dominance in his voice almost making your knees give way. His hand was resting with a strong presence on the back of your neck, his drooped eyelids penetrating you with so much intensity it was overwhelming.
Not willing to try your luck with Minghao — Knowing he’d bunch your dress up and tear your underwear off for anyone to see, you take his wrist in your hand, dragging him to the elevator. There’s a cocky smirk that’s landed permanently on his features, his eyes watching the way your ass giggled as you jogged lightly to the end of the hallway, pulling him along.
The doors slid shut, but before they could ring out a quiet ding! he has you pinned against the mirrored wall, his body heavy against your back.
It’s embarrassing the way you arch into him, your breath heavy as it already begins to cloud the mirror in small hues. Behind you, he has one of your arms secured to your back, intertwining his fingers with yours in an intimate gesture. Yet, his eyes are darkened as they scan your face in the mirror, the need rife in your hooded gaze as you meet his hungry look.
Your entire body is squashed against the mirror, making your cleavage bulge out of your skimpy dress, and Minghao can’t help but stare at it as he reattaches his mouth to your neck eagerly. The hardness of his throbbing cock is tough against your ass, and you gasp sharply when he smoothly thrusts himself against you.
‘Look at you,’ He coos with fake sympathy dripping off every word, his mouth ruthlessly working at your exposed skin. ‘Such a greedy girl, rubbing yourself against me in public.’
Your fiancées taunts make you impossibly wetter, and you attempt to stifle a moan that was escaping you. Minghao pauses sharply, squinting at your already fucked out reflection. ‘It’s too late to be quiet now, baby, you’ve already let the whole floor know how good my lips make you feel.’
It’s embarrassing. Almost humiliating, how he has you completely at his mercy before you’ve even swiped your room key — in the elevator where anyone could see you, where any innocent passerby could watch as your fiancée ruts his stiff cock into you, when any of his members could walk in to your face flushed and already fucked out before Minghao has even touched you.
As the elevator begins to halt, he releases his grip on you, taking your hand sweetly and pulling you into his side. It’s mind-boggling how versatile Minghao is, the doors sliding open with torturous pace as a fellow hotel guest nods politely to your fiancée, entering the space that held the ghost of said man, practically dry-humping you against the wall.
Minghao’s grip around you was tight, his hand absentmindedly tugging your dress to cover your exposed thighs as he smiled awkwardly and bowed to the stranger, keeping your head tucked safely into the crook of his neck.
You knew this was killing Minghao. Even the redness on your face did not compare to the restraint he was exercising with each passing moment.
The elevator slowed once again, and Minghao couldn’t pull you out of there faster, his cock painfully hard in his trousers; he was already facing your shared room by the time the door to the elevator slid closed.
Beep! The hotel door clicks open, and everything becomes a whirlwind. Minghao has you pressed against it with wicked ease, pulling your lips to meet his in a sloppy, needy kiss that radiates heat from him. Your hands are sliding beneath his shirt, letting your nails scratch along the toned muscles as his hand smooths over your ass, grabbing at it harshly as he attempts to pull you closer.
Minghao’s lips are working on the sweet spot below your collarbone, tasting the skin with unfaltering intensity. You let your hands roam, tangling them in his hair, scratching at his back, squeezing at his waist — you feel every inch of him like you’re learning where everything is.
With a rough tug, your dress is pooled around your waist, your braless chest bouncing out with the release of the cloth binding it, and Minghao lets out a long groan, his eyes closing as he lets his head slack. He is devilishly handsome, his jaw defined in the low light as it flexes at the sight of you.
‘Sweetheart,’ He speaks whilst he inspects every inch of you closely, bringing his hot mouth to your chest once again, his tongue drawing patterns against your skin as he brings one of his hands to toy with your nipple, his long fingers working automatically to pinch and caress you.
Loud throaty moans tumble out of you as he fails to neglect your other nipple, letting his mouth trail hot kisses around it before sucking with perfected ease. If Minghao’s arm wasn’t securely around you, the feeling would’ve made you collapse to the floor — he knew your body like the back of his hand, nipping and sucking on every single sensitive spot, touching every place that set your body on fire. Except where you needed him most.
‘Hao,’ You moan, and he just grunts against you, not faltering for a second from his heavy assault on your chest, the sight of him devouring you almost enough to have you cumming. ‘Baby, I need-‘
He pulls off of your nipple with a dirty pop, his pent-up gaze watching as the pleasure drops off your face with the lack of contact. It was filthy, the arousal that pumped through him when he watched you become absolutely desperate for him.
‘Need what baby?’ He questions, his movements so slow that they almost cease, making your eyebrows furrow and your lip jut out in a pout. Pathetically, you let your slender hand reach for the waistband of his trousers, but he’s like a hawk, pinning both of your wrists above your head.
It’s humiliating how turned on you are — completely under his control willingly. His frame is fully clothed, whilst yours is a mess, dress in a rushed bunch around your waist, panties dripping.
‘What do you need?’ He questions, gaze burning into you as he drags his eyes down your curves. ‘Use your words, baby.’
‘Need you,’ You whine, wiggling to attempt to reach for his waistband again, but his grip is steady, keeping you absolutely merciless.
‘Need what part of me?’ He blinks, big innocent eyes staring at yours like he wasn’t already ruining you without even a touch.
Your face is utterly flushed as embarrassment and arousal mix into a vicious vision of want, the outline of his hard cock practically pounces at you. Minghao uses this moment to let one of his big hands ghost over your panties, his touch so light that you buck your hips instantly, desperate for him to give your clit any stimulation.
A taunting laugh escapes his lips before his ruthless mouth is back on your neck, nipping and sucking as your head falls back in pleasure. The sudden attention forces a moan to escape you, and he stops, the brief contact ripped away so savagely that your brain is fuzzy with frustration.
‘I asked you a question, sweetheart.’ He repeats, letting your restrained hands fall as he tugs you lightly towards the bed, pausing as you near it. Without a word, he slips your bundled dress off of your frame carefully, discarding it as you kiss him, pulling his neck to yours before he even has a chance to appreciate your almost naked body.
‘Need your cock baby,’ You mumble against his lips, and he groans at your needy answer, his pants feeling uncomfortably tight around him, and you let your nails scrape his lower abdomen in that way that has his body in shivers.
Minghao is so enticed by you, the way your lips mingle with his effortlessly, the ways in which you know his body, the ways that can almost make him cum in his pants with just a feather-light touch.
You’ve slyly twisted, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed, your lips not parting as you masterfully manoeuvre yourself between his solid thighs.
Minghao thinks this might be a mirage. A vision of ecstasy in a moment of desperation. You, his beautiful fiancée, on your knees in front of him, your lips swollen from his assault on them, tiny marks along your neck from his greediness to mark you. There’s a distinct thirst in your eyes as your hands fumble with his belt, and Minghao thinks it might be the most attractive thing he’s ever seen.
Like an expert, his belt is unbuckled, and his trousers are tugged down, your light touch carrying the weight of hours of teasing. As you let his cock spring free, he hisses, the scene in front of him so dirty he could cum right now.
Your fiancé's biceps are flexed as he holds himself up, leaning back and watching you with squinted eyes. His cock is so pretty, you sometimes forget, and it shocks you all over again – It’s pale and long, not too girthy but beautifully slender. The sight of it alone makes your pussy clench around nothing, the memories of it kissing your cervix infiltrating your mind.
Drool pools at the corner of your lips, and without further ado, you stroke your fingertips lightly along his cock, letting your thumb drag over the tip, a string of tangled grunts tumbling out of him as you spread the leaking pre-cum down his shaft.
After a few eager strokes, you bring your mouth to him, kitten-licking him with precision, his teeth gritted as he lets out a hiss, your warm mouth sending spikes of pleasure up his body. His cock was more than a mouthful, the salty pre-cum lathering your tongue as you gradually make your way down him, gagging as your nose grazes his stomach.
Your engagement band glints as you grip his thigh, beginning to piston your head, throaty moans slipping out of his mouth as you take him so well.
‘Fuck baby,’ He groans, and an involuntary sound of pleasure leaves you, your nipples perked in arousal as you speed up. Minghao runs his fingers through your soft hair delicately, the sensation prickling your skin as he gathers your locks and guides your motions with desperation. ‘You look so pretty.’
It was so filthy, the squelch of your mouth working against him and his heavy, breathy moans at free flow as the feeling of your tongue around him takes over. Minghao is seeing stars, the sight of you alone pushing him closer, yet alone the stimulation on his cock.
‘Baby, baby.’ He pants, his breathing climbing rapidly as his release nears, and he pulls your head away from him carefully, refusing to come from just your mouth – he needed to be inside you, watching your eyes roll back as he bottoms out. You pout, looking up at him with red cheeks, your lips glistening with his pre-cum and your spit. ‘I want to come inside you.’
His words make you ache, your pussy practically begging for something – anything at all.
Minghao lifts your jaw up to his, rejoining your lips. The salty taste of himself on you infiltrates his mouth as he pulls you onto his lap, his strong arms reaching to squeeze at the expanse of your ass cheeks as his cock is trapped between you both, nudging at your clit in selfish intervals.
‘Take this off.’ You whisper, hands already pulling at his shirt, and he whips it off, sparing only a second before his tongue is intertwined with yours again, your fingertips feeling his smooth skin and tracing his abs.
You push his body down, crawling over him to grind your clothed entrance against his hard cock. Pretty moans falling out of you as your clit gets the stimulation it was craving, forcing your eyes to squeeze shut as your body is submerged in pleasure. Your fiancée is breathless below you, your hair dangling down into his face as your expression presents as angelic, all-consumed by pleasure. Minghao always thought you were the most beautiful woman on earth, but god, you glowed in a different way like this.
Breathing shallowly, you continued dragging yourself against his hardness, your eyes locking with Minghaos as he tilts his head back into the mattress, his gaze lusty yet determined. Those strong arms working their way down to your wetness as you pause your movements, desperate for your fiancée to touch you.
‘Oh my poor baby, you’re soaked,’ He said, using his middle finger to trace circles over you, the panties ruined and your thighs almost dripping. You couldn't even muster a response, his light teasing pressing all of the right spots, and you drop your head to the crook of his neck as he continues his lazy circles. ‘Do you want me to stop?’
You knew it was a baited question. Minghao wanted to see you squirm.
‘No, please.’ You beg, your mouth hot against his sensitive neck as you speak into it, biting at the skin gently.
‘Look at me.’ He says sternly. Pressing one finger into your dripping hole, pushing your panties inside you. It was ludicrous and practically a sin to be so hopelessly at his expense, but you couldn't think past how good it felt.
‘Look at me.’ He repeats with a grit in his teeth, halting his movements to get your full attention. With a rapid snap of the neck up, your faces are inches apart, his hot breath mingling with yours as he scans your gorgeous face, your cheeks reddened, your lips jutted.
You were so beautiful.
‘Good girl.’ Before you can even moan, his mouth is back on yours hungrily, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he guides your soaked clit to rub against his painfully hard cock. ‘Stay just like this, baby.’ Then, in a subtle movement, he slides out from underneath you and discards the rest of his clothing, kneeling behind you.
The heat of his body radiated as he stroked himself whilst inspecting you, wetness dripping down your spread legs, pussy gleaming with arousal. It was one of his favourite sights, and he can’t help himself as he runs his hands up and down your plush thighs, squeezing your ass and letting the cool of his metal engagement band send shivers up your spine.
‘Hao, please.’ With desperation, you push your hips backwards, his cock brushing you, and you let out a hum of satisfaction.
Wordlessly, Minghao begins to guide his cock into your dripping hole, the sensation of you so tight and warm around him making a heavy groan fall from his throat. Similarly, tears begin to cloud your vision as sweet relief washes over you, the feeling of him dragging against your walls combined with his throaty sounds making you dig your nails into the soft white covers.
Slowly, he bullies his way into you, his member hitting every single spot that has you clawing desperately at anything you can. As he bottoms out with a hiss, a loud moan leaves your lips, the overwhelming feeling of his tip mingling with your cervix, making you clench around him.
It felt insane how well his body slotted into yours. Your pussy was moulded to fit his cock, your walls hugging it in every single place. There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of being conjoined with one another, ecstasy blasting through you both as you thrive in the overwhelming feeling of one another.
Unable to restrain himself, Minghao begins to fuck into you with a quickened pace, the room becoming a soundtrack of filthy sounds; his hips slapping your thighs, the squelch of your soaked hole, the mixture of grunts and moans the two of you emit.
Minghao’s eyes stare as your skin jiggles with each thrust, his fingers gripping your hips so tight that bruises will blossom beneath them tomorrow. His breathing is heavy as he relishes the euphoric feeling of you bent over, receiving him so willingly and squeezing him impossibly tighter.
The wicked thrusting has you seeing stars, the sensations overwhelming, and you start hurtling towards your release, moans running at free flow out of you as your fiancée only quickens his pace.
‘H-Hao,’ You moan, gripping the mattress below you as if it could receive some of the immense pleasure rippling through you.
‘Yes, baby?’ He pants out, letting one hand rub up your side in a soothing manner, his hips and arms doing completely contrasting things to your body.
‘I’m close.’ You sputter out, lathered in his deep strokes that were practically splitting you in half.
‘Mhm,’ He hums, only speeding up impossibly faster as he wraps a strong arm around your waist to pull you into him, not letting his cock disconnect from the comfort of your slick.
Your head is slack on Minghao’s shoulder as he holds your back tightly to his chest, letting his hand ghost over your neck. He nips at your ear as he continues to piston into you ruthlessly, your release within an arm's reach.
‘You’re doing so well, baby,’ Minghao whispers in your ear, tightening his grip on your neck as he chases your high. ‘Such a good girl, my good girl.’
That was all it took before you were tightening around him, high-pitched moans tumbling out of you. The coil within you snaps, sending your vision white, heat flushing out of you as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly.
Minghao keeps fucking you ruthlessly, holding the weight of your body as he chases his own release, small whines escaping your mouth as he overstimulates you. The grip of his hands gets tighter and tighter as he grunts in your ear, muttering incoherently as all he thinks about is how good you feel.
‘Fuck ____.’ He gasps, his breath taken from him as he spurts inside you, his warm milky release coating your insides, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he slows.
The room is swamped in the sound of heavy breathing, Minghao pulling out and helping you lie down gently, kissing your shoulders, all the way down your spine and then returning to kiss the crown of your head.
‘You’re so beautiful.’ He speaks with delicate sincerity, your sleepy gaze watching his naked figure disappear off to the bathroom.
‘I love you.’ You mumble, grinning shyly and nuzzling your face into the pillow. Your fiancée reappears with a wet towel, wiping you cautiously as he appreciates your gorgeous figure.
‘I love you more, my love.’ He replies, Your vision became as your body relaxed into the plush mattress. With a light but solid grip, you tug him onto the bed, his musky scent washing over you once again, and you sigh happily.
‘Just cuddle me, baby.’ You murmur, tiredness taking over you as he pulls you into his chest, placing the covers over the two of you. Peppering kisses on your head, he watches you gently doze off, and his heart feels like it could burst with how much he adores you.
Even submerged in sleep, your hand finds his, engagement rings clicking quietly together, and Minghao closes his eyes in contentment, letting sleep lull him away with you.
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pairing: rockstar minghao x graphic designer f!reader x rockstar vernon
rating: 18+(MDNI)
warnings: angst, smut(car sex, oral f!receiving, praise, double penetration(tongue), fingering, lmk if you think i missed any), dj minghao and undercut vernon, poly relationship at the end
wc: 8394
a/n: so, this is is little surprise for my baby @livmarauder, happy birthday my loveee!!! i love you so much :) and also in celebration of the v8 album ofc. this is also my first time writing smut so please bare with me. hope you like it! this is not proofread. would not have been able to finish this without @mellowgyu, babe thank you so much for helping me brainstorm, i love you.
The sound of silence is heavy within the four walls of your editing room as you ponder over font choices for your latest project— a banner for an upcoming fest—when a noise startles you out of your focused state.
A notification from the phone that sits at the other corner of the table, forgotten in the midst of the chaos that takes over your mind when you're working. Your brows furrow as you look toward the clock, only to see that it's barely three in the morning which is quite normal for you but late for anyone else to be texting you.
Another ding makes you prop up and reach for your phone, opening it too find messages from your dear friend—Xu Minghao. A smile spreads across your face just looking at the name, heart impossibly fond of the man who you haven't seen in what feels like ages. Clicking on the latest one, you wonder what it is that has him texting you so late when you remember he works the same schedules as you.
"Hi sweetheart, hope I'm not disturbing you."
Such a simple greeting and yet, the nickname makes your heart flutters the same way it did the first time he called you that five years ago. You always chalk it up to just an obvious reaction to an attractive single man as a single woman yourself, telling yourself that a beautiful friendship is all that it was between you two; but it's moments like these that remind you of the treacherous thoughts that plague your mind during the loneliest times.
"You're working, aren't you?"
The second message, again, nothing out of the ordinary but it tells you how well he knows you despite both of you being too busy to have much contact these past few months. You don't understand the way your breath stutters at that knowledge, focus, you remind yourself as you start typing out a response when he beats you to it.
"I see I have your attention now. How are you, sweetheart?"
Your fingers twitch, pausing for a brief second before resuming their pace as you respond to his increasingly flirty annoying tone, already at your wit's end with just three little texts from him.
"Hey hao, I was, in fact, working before your messages disturbed me."
You're not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were flustered—though you suspect he already knows— and you know exactly how to push his buttons too. A little harmless flirting is not going to do any harm, right? Right?
His reply comes quick, like he had anticipated what you would say and knowing him? He probably did.
"Good, you were probably overworking yourself without proper rest anyway. At least this way you'll take a break."
He was right, but he had no right lecturing you when he was no better and you tell him so. In the next second, the ringtone you have specifically set for him—the song that was the start of your friendship—echoes through the air trapped in your studio. Surprised since you didn't expect him to call, you answer it after two rings, still confused about the suddenness of the situation.
"Hey."
Your ears prickle at that, the hum of his voice making you shiver as you realise how much you missed talking to him.
"Hi, hao."
You hear him chuckle on the other side, a low sound that has butterflies errupting in your stomach that has you wishing you never picked up the call. You don't know if you can handle the intensity of these feelings you keep trying to bury deep within your mind, refusing to acknowledge them, especially not when you're talking to him after so long.
"I meant it when I said that I didn't want to disturb you."
And just like that, all your worries go out the window because really, you can't help yourself when he's such a kind soul; you'd say he's the real sweetheart between the two of you.
"It's okay, you know I wouldn't have answered if I were actually that busy."
You can picture the soft smile you know he's sporting, making your lips spread into one too.
"Now, why are you actually calling me? Besides the whole checking up on me thing."
You hear him gasp mockingly at your question, as if the accusation has him torn, making you roll your eyes while your grin grows at his dramatics.
"Please, whatever do you mean? Can't a man just call his good friend to talk to her for fun?"
You scoff at that, "It is when said man and his friend are busy and haven't spoken in months. Especially when I know you still have more things to do before you're actually free. So spill."
He sighs fondly, "Can never hide anything from you, can I? Alright, you remember I mentioned wanting to produce an album with one of my friends?"
That piques your attention, "You mean the one with Vernon?"
"Yeah, it's happening and you see, we have the concept decided and we were discussing about how we want the designing done and I-well, I thought of you."
His words have you stunned and he continues, "We've known each other for so long and I know how talented you are. It's actually weird that we haven't worked together before. I just- I think you would be the perfect addition to this because I know you would understand my intentions better than anyone else."
Feeling overwhelmed, you open your mouth to speak but he's not done speaking, "I would love for you to do this with me, with us." You hear Minghao take a deep breath, as if bracing himself for you answer and you soften, you know you're going to say yes.
"Hao, I would love to."
His breath hitches, elated that you accepted the proposition.
Then, to lighten the tone of the conversation that had suddenly become so intense, you jest, "You're stupid if you thought I would have refused."
His response comes immediately, already used to your ways, "Well, excuse me for caring about your schedule." He takes a short pause before saying, "But seriously, I'm glad you said yes, sweetheart."
Silence stretches between you as you understand how important this is to him, "Me too, Hao."
"We're gonna have a lot of fun, I just know it."
You match his excitement, "I can't wait, when are we starting?"
"In two weeks, I'll take you to meet Vernon too so you can get acquainted before we actually start working."
"Okay, I'll see you then. I'll get back to work now."
"Goodnight, sweetheart. See you in two weeks."
"Goodnight, Hao."
As you hang up, work is the last thing on your mind as you head home early instead—after a very long time— giddy in a way that makes you think of nothing but Minghao's words for the rest of the night.
It's Saturday, exactly two weeks since your call with Minghao when he asked you to work with him and Vernon. You're standing in front of the mirror in the middle of your closet, looking at yourself as you question why you're spending so much trying to decide what to wear when you know you'll end up wearing your trusty pair of jeans anyway.
You spot a top from the corner of your eyes—one that you bought on a whim the time you went shopping with Hao but never actually wore. What better timing to wear it than today? You slip into the baby blue top that feels so soft on your skin, paired with light blue jeans, you feel cute without looking like you've put in too much thought(which you certainly did).
You had just put on your shoes when you hear your phone ring, he's here. Minghao said he'd pick you up and take you to Vernon's studio, claiming that the other man was completely fine with letting a stranger into his space. You would doubt his words if you didn't know how meticulous Hao is when it comes to one's personal space. You pick up the phone, telling him you're coming down as you lock you door and head to where his car is parked.
As you climb into the passenger seat, Minghao has his eyes locked on you, unable to look away. It's been so long since he's seen you and now you're here in front of him—his eyes drop down to your clothes—wearing the top he chose for you the one time you agreed to shop with him. He decides he needs to take you out shopping more often if it meant he gets to see you looking so soft and cute.
"Hi sweetheart, you look cute today."
There goes your heart, not even a minute in his presence and he's already driving you insane.
"Hi," you look at him and realise he remembers the top, "loot at you complimenting your own taste in fashion." You narrow your and eyes and scoff, shaking your head.
His eyes widen, as if panicking but you can see his mouth twitch like he's holding in his laughter, "Is that really what you think of me?"
You laugh, and he gives in, laughing along with you. As he drives onto the road, you look at him and ask, "So, tell me more about Vernon. If I'm going to his studio, I should know more than just his name and the fact that he's your friend."
He side eyes you and you relent, "Well, I do know his music and looked him up but I want to know about him from you."
The rest of the ride is spent with him talking about his friendship with Vernon as you listen intently, feeling more excited to meet the rockstar.
You reach Vernon's studio, standing outside the door as you wait for him to let you in after Hao knocked. It's at this moment that you realise you're nervous, it's been a long time since you've worked with artists you don't know and the aspect of meeting someone new has your heart racing more than you expected.
As you're trying to get yourself to calm down, the door bursts open and you see what might be the most handsome man you've ever met in your life(apart from Minghao). His hair is short, Hao mentioned he recently shaved his head for the heck of it but god, does he look divine. The short blonde hair with the dark roots and the undercut? You cannot comprehend anything anymore. His eyes draw you in and you realise you've been staring like an idiot while Minghao was introducing you. Cursing yourself internally, you smile when he greets you, his voice almost sending you into another daydreaming session.
You knew he was handsome and that he had a beautiful voice, but seeing him in person? Hearing his voice in real life? No camera could possibly do him justice. You walk into his studio, reminding yourself that you're going to be working together and you're being very unprofessional right now. One look at his studio has you awestruck, it's everything he embodies, it's so him and you say this with the little knowledge you have from Hao's stories but it's so cozy.
As you look around like an excited child, both the men are watching you with amusement. Minghao has never seen you so excited since the first time you saw his own studio but he loves the sparkle in your eyes in this moment; the way you seem so happy, he wishes he could capture this moment forever. He's very observant so he naturally saw the way you froze, first in nervousness and then in admiration of his friend. He could see Vernon also take you in, the way the younger's eyes widened the slightest bit and the light blush creeping onto his ears. Weirdly, he found both your reactions adorable despite the slight jealousy he felt.
Vernon, on the other hand, was dealing with his own surge of emotions at the sight of you taking in his studio. He's heard Minghao talk about you and he knows his friend is very fond of you; probably even more than just a friend but he cannot stop the way his heart beats faster at the image of you looking so excited just taking in the way he built his studio. You look gorgeous clad in soft baby blue and he feels guilty for feeling this way because it's not fair to Minghao.
He forces himself to look away from you and meets Hao's eyes—the older looking at him knowingly—and he knows his friend saw everything. He should have known he couldn't hide it from Minghao, not when the man knows him like the back of his hand. Vernon clears his throat as he tries to deviate from this topic to the original plan—the album.
The noise brings your attention back to the other two in the room, having forgotten that you were not alone, you feel the embarrassment creep up your neck in streaks of red all across your skin. You see Minghao smirking while Vernon looks just as abashed as you probably do. Tilting your head in confusion at that, you wonder for a brief second before deciding against questioning him.
"I think we should first show you what we have so far and figure out what you see." At his suggestion, Vernon moves to his monitor to play one of the tracks they've been working on.
The air in the room resonates with the beat of the music that start playing as you recognize it to be every bit of EDM you expected from the two artists sitting in front of you. You notice the way they immediately start bobbing their heads proving just how much they enjoy their own creation and it brings a sense of ecstasy in you that you recognise is how you feel when you see someone truly enjoy their work.
Music has always been a huge part of your life, you would go so far as to say you wouldn't be you without it. As the track changes and a different tone of electronic music greets your ears, you welcome the urge to join Minghao and Vernon in bobbing their heads. As you let yourself loose, you feel the rhythm taking over your body, enjoying the songs more than you expected to.
Watching you vibe and enjoy yourself brings huge smiles onto both their faces as they are filled with relief. You are one of the first few to listen to their upcoming album and seeing you so content fills them with pride. The rest of your time is spent on listening to the album and talking about the designing aspect with two people who seem to be very much in line with your own thought process.
It's been three weeks since you first met Vernon during which the first two weeks were mostly you getting acquainted with Vernon and his music, or more accurately, their music. The most recent week was entirely official meetings regarding the requirements and expectations of your work for this album—the graphics for the entire concept based off what you inferred from their ideas.
You were thrilled, to say the least, because you knew this was going to be fun; with their vision for the musical direction of the album being so clear, it was easy to slip into the role you needed to fill. You never thought it was possible for a project to feel this exhilarating. Not only did this bring life back into your work, you also got to explore music a lot more thanks to your two rockstar friends. As it turns out, your taste is very similar to theirs, and fortunately for you, they have been very generous in sharing their favorite artists and playlists with you.
Tonight, you're going to a club for the first time since you graduated college because one of the artists you ended up finding was going to perform. You contemplated asking Minghao and Vernon to join you since you know they do this a lot but decided against the idea when you realised that their official schedules have started. You wanted to experience this on your own once anyway, at least that's what you tell yourself; refusing to think about the real reason—your complicated feelings for both of your friends.
As you step inside, the crowd reminds you why you don't usually go to clubs but you're determined to experience this culture of music; especially since you've never really paid attention to the songs that play at clubs before. You came here for a reason and you were going to hold your ground until the end of the performance to deem it worthwhile.
You weave through the mass to find yourself a comfortable place where you can listen to the DJ without having to smell the sweat from someone's arms. You settle into the space, questioning your entire existence for thinking that doing this alone was a good idea when a voice catches your attention—Minghao. Your head whips around to see not just him but Hansol right beside him, walking onto the floor towards the space near you.
They're both deep in conversation and haven't seen you yet, giving you the time to appreciate how good they look in simple black t-shirts and caps paired with jeans; it's not fair. A thought distracts you from their pretty faces, why and how are they here? If they see you, they're sure to ask questions you're not ready to answer.
Just as you're contemplating running out the door, Minghao's eyes snap to yours as if he could sense you looking at him. You watch as they widen comically—he knows you don't go to clubs—before he makes his way toward you with a newfound determination. Behind him, Hansol has also taken note of you standing there with your mouth agape and follows Hao to reach you.
They stand in front of you as Minghao calls out your name like he can't believe you're actually there, and honestly? Neither can you. As you explain the reason for your presence at a club, you see how proud they both feel for having turned you into one of their people.
"But why did you come alone? You could have asked us."
It's Vernon who asks the very question you dreaded.
"Yes, well, I didn't think you two would be out clubbing while your official schedules have started."
You can tell neither of them truly believe your reasoning but before either can press, a voice echoes throughout the venue from the speakers—the show's starting. You can see the way they choose to let it go, clearly distracted by the music instead.
As the first song starts to play, you feel it, the same energy from the first time you listened to their album coursing through your body making you automatically move in sync with the beat. You can see from the corner of your eyes that they mimic your own movements, the rush so contagious, it has everyone letting loose.
"Sing along, sweetheart."
You hear Hao say, and join him in humming along to the songs you recognise. Time passes with songs so quick you don't even realise how long it has been since you got here. You pause to go get a drink when your throat starts feeling dry but Minghao insists he'll get them for all of you. You watch as he makes his way through the sea of people around you. You turn around to see Hansol watching you.
Blushing under his intense gaze, you open your mouth to speak when he beats you to it. "You look beautiful tonight." Coming from his very pretty very distracting lips, the compliment makes the blush on your cheeks brighter.
"I mean it, you look so happy like this."
You truly do not understand how this man says such things with such ease because you're sure you will combust if he continues.
Hansol, on the other hand, finds you utterly adorable before the guilt settles into the depths of his gut at the thought of Minghao. He knows this friendship between the three of you is becoming increasingly complicated due to his feelings and his actions. He swears he is trying his best to control them, he just doesn't know how much longer he can. So he does the only thing he can think of, divert your attention towards the music instead of him.
Minghao gets back with the drinks to the sight of you smiling so happily as you talk to Hansol and it warms his heart. He loves both you and Hansol and it makes his heart jump in delight at seeing how well you get along. He knows that there is a certain tension between you, and he also knows that this album has brought all of you closer but also made everything confusing. He just doesn't know how to navigate this new dynamic but he likes to think you're all doing well so far. Maybe one day, you'll talk about the unspoken feelings lingering in the air, but for now, he is content with having two of his favorite people here with him.
The night goes on with drinks and music as you dance like you never have before, you don't remember the last time you had so much fun. By the time the artists is done with his part of the show, you're all tipsy and exhausted but the smiles on your faces never fade.
As you walk out of the club, you hail cabs to get home for the night and the liquid courage makes you speak.
"I'm so glad I ran into you both. I don't think I would have liked it half as much otherwise."
Vernon salutes with a chuckle while Minghao smirks, clearly relishing the way you get so honest when you drink.
"You're welcome, next time, just call us, sweetheart."
Giggling because that's what Hao's flirting does to you when you're drunk, you reply, "Oh, I will, so don't you dare bail on me."
He laughs, amused before it turns softer at the sight of your sweet smile, "I would never. Now get home safe and make sure to text me when you reach, okay?"
Nodding, "You too, both of you." You say and wave at both of them before getting into the car. You get home that night with just one thought—you're happy.
It's been ten days since the club night, and you've managed to get most of the work done. Considering how experimental this album was going to be along with the fact that it showcases both the artists' journey towards their personas now, you chose to center the graphics around nostalgic themes that were equally as bold to the user's eyes. From choosing a bright yellow to using CDs, it was a challenging yet rewarding project that brought you so much joy. As you're heading towards the end of this collaboration, you know you're going to miss this—miss working with Minghao and Hansol, miss working on something that actually makes you revel in the results, miss working with musicians that bring the music into your own otherwise monotonous life.
You're wallowing in the sadness of the inevitable and don't hear your door opening. The very people you're thinking about waltz into your studio, Chinese takeout in Minghao's hands while Vernon hangs behind him. The smell of food brings you back into reality and it hits you that they told you they would be visiting you.
"Hi sweetheart."
"Hi darling."
Oh right, Hansol Vernon Chwe has take a liking to call you darling. As if one Xu Minghao with his nickname wasn't enough to ruin you. May the universe have mercy on your sanity because you don't know how to deal with the emotions both of them evoke in you with just a soft call of your name.
Unbeknownst to you, they're both dealing with their own dilemma regarding the nature of this relationship you have. Vernon with his guilt for even feeling anything other than friendship, and Minghao with his concern for how everything will unfold one day. You all just choose to live today by pushing those thoughts aside but you know, it will happen eventually.
Shaking your head, you ask, "So what really brings you both here?"
In the next second, you realise why Vernon is friends with Minghao as he reacts just like Hao, in fact, he's even worse. While Minghao is often sarcastic, Vernon tends to take his reactions up another level in terms of the dramatics; the only thing is you genuinely cannot tell if he is being for real or just doing it to annoy you. Before either of them can open their mouths to say the same thing you hear every time, you speak.
"No, neither of you have it in you to come all the way here when you have packed schedules with your photoshoots coming up soon. Save me the dramatics and give me the food please."
Minghao opens the boxes and passes them to you as he gestures for Vernon to tell you the reason they're here. You see your favorite food and sigh in delight when Vernon slides something toward you—an envelope. Perplexed, you look at him but he only jerks his head telling you to open it. Glancing at Hao, you see he's also patiently waiting for you to do the same.
You carefully unravel the intricately wrapped paper to see a card—an invitation. You read the content and realise it's to their listening party. Your lips part in surprise as your eyes sparkle in excitement, you can't believe it's happening. When you turn your head towards them, you see they're both nervous yet proud; you are too, so very proud of them.
"So… will you come?"
At his question, you look at Hansol like he's crazy for even asking, of course you will, why would you not? What makes him think you wouldn't? You know you don't have to answer because your expression says it all. They laugh, knowing you're going to come.
You spend the next thirty minutes eating together as they fill you in on the details of the party. In eight days, it's really happening, the album is here. You haven't listened to the final versions of the songs yet; you can't wait.
Friday is here, the night of the listening party.
You're standing in front of your mirror again, this time opting for a pair of black jeans and a top more suited for a party. Your makeup is on point today, making you look sultry without being too overpowering that it takes the attention away from your clothes. You feel pretty and your heart is racing at the thought of listening to the album the boys have worked on. You know that tonight is very important to them and it makes you nervous, hoping that it will be perfect because they deserve nothing less.
Arriving at the venue, you take a deep breath before you walk in, browsing through the faces to identify where they are. The moment you spot them, they're turning your way and you see the way their eyes light up with what seems like relief and excitement. You walk towards them and observe how they're busy greeting various people showing up to the event. Inconcealable pride fills your being, knowing that this crowd has gathered here to listen to the music they made.
"Glad you came, sweetheart."
"Glad you made it, darling."
They say in unison, making you roll your eyes because there was nothing that could have stopped you from coming here tonight and they know it too.
"You both look amazing tonight."
At that, Vernon thanks you shyly while Minghao narrows his eyes, "Just tonight?"
Scoffing, you shake your head, as if he doesn't know how fucking pretty he is all the time. He laughs at your reaction before he exchanges a look with Vernon, "You look gorgeous, by the way."
Good lord, these two men are going to be the death of you.
"Why, thank you."
"Stay close, okay? We want you to be around us while we play the songs."
Nodding at Hao's words, you watch as they get up the stage to announce that the party's starting.
As the crowd encloses into the space around you, you keep your eyes on your friends. Fond is not a word that is enough to describe how much you care for them. Despite knowing Vernon for far less time than Minghao, he's quickly become just as important to you.
They're speaking into the mic, introducing the album, the concept and the songs all the while looking for you every few seconds as if to ensure you really were right by their side. That makes your breath hitch, knowing they care for you just as much as you do.
As the music starts, you realise Minghao's the one DJing for the night and you feel yourself freeze because nothing, nothing could have prepared you for that. You know he does it from time to time, you know how much he loves it but for some reason it didn't occur to you that he might do it tonight. Yet, it makes sense, he would obviously want to play his own songs here, he looks so happy too. Both of them do.
You see Hansol beside him, he's wearing a wig—long, dark brown hair— and he's wearing a simple t-shirt, again, but he looks so good it drives you insane. They're enjoying themselves, you can see it on their faces and so is the crowd. You can feel the adrenaline in the air, everyone jumping to the beat of the electronic music echoing off the walls.
Minghao, he looks absolutely ravishing, up there as he holds up the headphones to his ears, in his cap and a simple black t-shirt with the scarf around his neck; you cannot take your eyes off him, them. Happiness looks good on them.
As the night progresses, it's like you are one with the beats that Minghao plays, you don't think you'll ever get tired of this feeling. This genre of music brings out a side of you that you didn't know existed and you're glad that you were introduced to it through this very album.
At one point, Vernon is beside you, encouraging you to bob your head like he is and all the caution in you head about feeling your neck cramp the next day is thrown out the window as you join his madness.
"Come on, darling, sing along." Hearing the same words Hao said to you the night at the club, you smile as you don't hesitate to actually sing along this time.
Soon, Hao joins you both and you feel like you're on clouds thanks to the rush this experience brings you. You cannot stop stressing on how proud you are of them, and how much you treasure the memories you've made thanks to them in the past few weeks.
You had returned to your home, exhausted enough to pass out the moment you hit your bed only to receive a text from them in your group chat(yes, you have one) the next morning that they were the same. Except, you could sleep in since it was the weekend but they were dragged into photoshoots and interviews due to the upcoming release of the album.
Letting them know that you're awake and fine, you choose to do nothing for the day, letting yourself relax. Unfortunately, your mind does not let you. You've been continuously working or spending time with Vernon and Hao that you've been able to push your feelings aside. Now though, sitting at home alone with your thoughts, those emotions take over your entire being as you spiral into what-if's and dive deep into the sadness that makes itself present the moment the guilt settles in.
You don't know what is wrong with you, you were sure you had feelings for Minghao even if you refused to acknowledge because of your precious friendship but ever since Hansol came into your life, you've started questioning everything you thought you knew. The thing that frustrates you is the fact that it's not like you suddenly have feelings for Vernon instead of Minghao, but rather that you like both of them. like. You don't know how to feel about using that word. Is that even the right way to describe this situation? You don't know. You don't know anything anymore.
You have half the mind to blame them for it, because why are they so charming? Why are they calling you sweet nicknames and taking care of you and making you feel special? It's not fair, how is a girl supposed to react to that? You know though, it's not their fault entirely. You are the one feeling this way, and you're the only one who can fix this. You know they know this too, both of them are smart and observant, there's no way they wouldn't be able to see the obvious change in your friendship. Maybe it's time you all talk, you just don't know how to start.
You're just about to make plans over plans about how to start that conversation when you see more texts from them. Turns out, they were shooting with a car today—the theme being rev the engine—and they decided they want to go on a drive after because they have the day off tomorrow. Why did they text you about this? Because these two menaces thought of you and want you to tag along.
Your heart is very happy that they thought of you and that they want you to join them but your mind is still reeling from the aftermath of your earlier thoughts. You know you should say no, that you need to talk and set boundaries to keep this friendship without anyone getting hurt; and yet, it's like all your braincells work against your rational thoughts when it comes to these two. It takes you all but ten seconds to respond with an okay and you tell yourself the opportunity to talk will present itself soon, For now, you just want to indulge in this chaos that is them.
Half an hour later, you're standing in front of the same car they sent you pictures of, as you wait for Minghao and Hansol to tell you where they plan to drive to.
"No idea."
Two words make it out of Vernon's mouth as your jaw drops. "WHAT?"
"We just wanted to drive, sweetheart. Just go where the road takes us and turn back when we feel like we've had enough."
You look at Minghao like he just grew two heads because there's no way they think this is a good idea but looking at their expressions tells you they absolutely do. You don't share the sentiment but they're quick to convince you.
"Come on, darling, it will be fun. We'll have music and food and just relax."
You don't trust Hansol a single bit right now but relent anyway. Have you mentioned how easily you give in to them? It's a problem that's going to get you in trouble one day; and today might just be that day. The issue? You don't care. The laugh that stumbles out of you at the way they're really trying their best to convince you is enough proof that you will go with them anyway.
As you get into the car, you realise Hansol is the true passenger princess while you sit at the back, with Minghao driving. You're on the highway, when they start playing songs that have you forgetting about everything but them.
Soon enough, the sun is setting and you stop the car to watch it happen. It's silent except for the occasional sound of vehicles passing by. You're busy appreciating the view in front of you and how calm you feel in that moment. The boys, on the other hand, cannot stop looking at you. Let's be honest, they never can. They're always taking you in every chance they get because they love seeing you so full of life with that shine in your eyes.
Minghao is the first to break his gaze away from you to look at Vernon and seeing his friend so genuinely happy fills his heart with an inexplicable emotion. He understands now that the thought of Hansol being in love with you like he is does not make him jealous like it should, instead, his mind welcomes the thought, happy for his friend.
Vernon is riddled with guilt for feeling this way but the moment he meets Hao's gaze, he sees it, the softness that lies there. He realises that Hao does not mind, and for whatever odd reason, he doesn't mind the fact that they both love you either. He just hopes you don't either.
You hear the speaker suddenly start playing one of their new songs—girlsnboys. Ever since you first heard it, you were hooked, it's such a beautiful song, you admire the way it was written. You tell them as much, and watch as they look at each other, coming to a decision together. The air shifts and you hear them whisper your name so softly, it makes your breath hitch.
"Yeah?"
You look back at them, wondering why the atmosphere feels so different all of a sudden while trying not to make their effect on you too obvious. They see it though, the way your spine straightened and the way your voice squeaked just a little bit that could not be heard if they weren't desperately clinging to every word you say. The intensity of their eyes drinking you in lets you know where this conversation was going to go. You knew this day would come, just didn't expect it to be today.
You watch as Minghao moves first, taking your hand in his, "I think you know what we're going to say but let me tell you anyway. I've known you for five years and every day with you feels like I'm on cloud nine. I love talking to you, I love shopping with you, I love listening to you yap about anything and everything, I love bantering with you, I love bobbing our heads to music we both love because it brings me a joy that nothing else does. I love you."
You're frozen with your eyes wide as you're about to start tearing when Hansol moves to take your other hand, looking you in the eyes, "Well, I may not have known you as long as Hao or as well as him but from the very first time I saw you in my studio marveling over the little things, I knew I was done for. You make my days so much happier with just a smile and I don't think I can ever get enough of you, I love you."
The tears are streaming down your face at full speed by now, as they hold you in their arms while you sob because you don't know what you did to deserve such pure love from these two beautiful men.
"Take your time, sweetheart, we're right here."
That only makes you sob harder, overwhelmed. You feel so grateful to have met these two but really, how are you going to tell them you love them both? Would it even make sense to them? You don't want them to think you're playing with them, you would never. Seeing your mind drifting elsewhere, Vernon presses a kiss to the back of your hand, bringing you back to them.
Looking at their reassuring expressions, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what you're about to say.
"I cannot thank you enough to have asked me to work with you because the past few weeks will be memories I will cherish forever. Hao, you've been my comfort person since the day you walked into my life and I don't know how to tell you how much I appreciate that, appreciate you. I love hanging out with you, I love it when you get all dramatic because it makes my day; don't let it get to your head though." You hear him murmur, "Too late" as he smiles, waiting for you to continue. "And I'm so glad you introduced me to Vernon."
"Hansol, I was honestly awestruck by your pretty face the first time I saw you but the more time I spent with you, the more I realised that you are such an eccentric person. Gawd, I love being around you, I don't know how I could possibly express the way my heart reacts to your presence. You bring an odd sense of joy into my life that I've never experienced before."
You pause as you inhale deeply and then look at both of them so they know you're being sincere, "I love you. I love you both, so much it hurts and I don't know what to do about it, don't know how to fix it."
Contrary to your expectations, they smile wide and you're wondering if you said what you meant to say, because why do they look happy? Hansol takes you into his arms, embracing you completely while Minghao joins to engulf you both into a tight hug while patting your head.
"I'm so glad, baby."
What? You don't understand, and because they know you so well, Vernon clarifies, "We understand what you mean, darling. We're just very happy you love us like we love you."
Confused, you tilt your head to look up at him, "What does this mean for us then? I just told you I can't choose."
Minghao's smirking again, "Whoever said you had to choose baby? You want us both, you get us both."
WHAT.THE.FUCK.
They see your pupils enlarge and chuckle, "We both knew of each other's feelings for you and it didn't make us feel insecure or jealous but instead, it felt right. We may not love each other like we love you right now, but I think we will one day. Both of us being with you makes more sense to us than making you choose."
You're blinking so rapidly you feel a headache coming as you comprehend what you just heard. "So, like, you're both my boyfriends? Is that what you're saying."
You feel Minghao press a kiss to your lips and you're left stunned while the menace smirks to himself, both of them chuckling at your reaction. "That's exactly what we're saying, sweetheart. You'll just have to get used to it."
In that moment, you feel happier than you have in your entire life, relishing in the fact that you now have not just one, but two loving boyfriends. The world be damned, you love these two and they love you. You then remember how much Minghao has been teasing you and decide it's high time you have your revenge.
He sees the change in your eyes and narrows his own, he barely has any time to process what's happening before you are pulling his head down to meet yours halfway in a kiss so intense it makes his breath hitch and Hansol's hold on you tighten. You bite Hao's lip before soothing the sting with you tongue and pull away. He looks positively frazzled, you don't think you've ever seen him so out of it and it makes you grin. You watch as he realises what you just did and shakes his head, chuckling along with Hansol who certainly enjoyed the scene unfolding in front of him, or more accurately, around him since he was hugging you while Hao was behind him.
You feel Hansol's arm around you, so firm yet gentle, shaking as he laughs, and you cannot resist tilting your head up to kiss him just like you did Hao. Except, you don't bite him. When you pull away, you shake from the intensity in both of their eyes, though you're sure your own are no different.
"You really want to tease us out here baby?" Your breath hitches at the low tone of Minghao's voice, you've never heard him speak like that before. Not one to back down though, you reply, "Why not? Can't handle it, Hao?"
You watch it happen, the way his eyes narrow and his eyes grow a shade darker, he moves until his face is right in front of yours, "Me? You should think of yourself, sweetheart. You really think you can handle both of us? Or do you think just because we're out here that I can't do anything?"
This man is dangerous, you've always known that but looking at him right now, you feel a thrill, you didn't think having him as your partner would entail this. You look at Vernon for an escape but pause at the expression on his face, he looks no different; if anything, seeing him look at you so carnally makes you lose all control.
"Oh yeah, then do it. Do something."
Like that's all the permission they needed, Hao opens the car door as Vernon guides you inside and they're immediately crowding you, looking ready to pounce at any moment. You're thankful for the tinted windows and the fact that it's already dark outside. Even though there's nothing around and barely any vehicles passing by every once in thirty minutes or so, it still feels way too dangerous but you're too far gone for reason by now.
Vernon lays you down on the backseat and leans down to kiss you. He doesn't hold back this time, sliding his hands into yours, opening your mouth with his tongue and deepening the kiss. You're so lost in him that you don't notice Minghao's hand creeping under your top until he's reached right below your chest. You gasp, making Vernon groan against your mouth as Minghao plays with your nipples through the barrier of your bra.
You pull back for air, you breathing heavy as you try to collect yourself to no avail because Minghao's hands show no sign of stopping. It's only when Vernon helps you sit up to help you take off your shirt and bra that he gives you a break, before he chooses to wrap his mouth around the hardened bud instead this time. The whine you let out makes both of them groan, impatient hands grasping at your pants to pull them down too. You lift your hips to help Hansol take them off along with your panties, leaving you bare under them.
Cool air from the AC hits your skin making you shiver and Hansol sucks in a breath at the sight of you pussy; wet and glistening for them.
"Hao, look at this, baby's dripping for us."
Fuck, maybe you shouldn't have provoked them after all.
Hearing that, Minghao unlatches himself from your chest, looking down to see exactly what Hansol said, and he practically growls, making you let out another whine. They clearly love the sounds you make and you can see that they plan on making sure you lose your voice by the end of this.
Unable to help himself, Minghao immediately plops down to taste you. The sudden stimulation makes you twitch, your hips rising before Hansol's hand holds you down. Hao comes back up just as quickly as went down, crawling up to kiss you right after, he's such a tease, you really don't know if you'll survive them.
While he's busy kissing you, Hansol chooses to circle your clit in slow circles, making you whine into Hao's mouth and you feel him smile against your lips. Slowly, Hansol makes his way down to your slit, gathering the wetness on his fingers before entering one into your pussy. The sensation makes you moan, the sound new and loud enough to make them both pause for a second before continuing with a newfound determination to make you moan like that again.
Minghao's hand finds place on your right breast again, you can barely think at this point when you feel something wet on your clit. Vernon wraps his tongue around the bud, suckling as he continues to finger you. You break away from Hao, unable to breathe and he proceeds to kiss down your jaw to your neck, leaving marks in his wake.
It's all too much, you've never felt so much pleasure at once. Hansol replaces his fingers with his tongue as you feel Minghao pepper kisses down your chest and stomach. Not wanting to leave your clit unattended for too long, Hao uses his thumb to rub eight figures as Hansol continues to eat you out like a starved man.
Just as you think they're going to continue this way, you feel a second tongue enter you and you squeal. You cannot believe they're both eating you out together, never in your wildest dreams did you think this would happen. You feel your orgasm coming and they can too. Their hands move to pinch at your nipples and rub your clit and you lose your mind. You scream as you reach your high, all while they continue to lap at your cunt while murmuring praises against you. The vibration just makes you more sensitive as you come down from your high.
They both come up to kiss you as you're still recovering from that. You realise they're helping you back into your clothes and you make a confused sound.
"We're not fucking you for the first time in a car, sweetheart."
"Yeah, and besides, the night is still young darling."
Despite the orgasm you just had, you feel your body tingle at the thought of what's to come and hide your blush behind your hands. They chuckle, so utterly fond of you. Hansol sits behind, with you this time as Hao drives. The music starts again, "Sing along baby" they say and you feel content here with them. You would never trade this for anything in the world, your boyfriends by your side.
Já sabemos que essa criança vai crescer numa casa barulhenta, muita correria, risada, música alta, os dois brincando de lutinha no chão da sala por absolutamente NADA.
Teho 100% de certeza que o Soonyoung ia ser aquele pai que corre atrás, carrega no ombro, faz cócegas e inventa brincadeira em plenas 11 da noite.
Incentiva muito o lado artístico, quer dançar? dança, quer cantar? canta, quer fazer uma maquiagem artística diferentona? vai nessa!
Quer que o filho seja confiante, mas não no sentido de ser melhor que os outros e sim no "você não precisa sentir vergonha de existir", então elogia muito o esforço, personalidade e a coragem por tentar fazer coisas novas.
Desde sempre eles tem uma relação de amizade muito forte, vão em show juntos, fazer figurinhas da cara um do outro, conversam até tarde da noite, etc.
Na minha cabeça ele é um pai que quer desesperadamente criar memórias felizes, parece muito ser alguém que mede amor por meio do tempo, energia, presença e experiência compartilhada.
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Papai gentil, um tiquinho excêntrico e completamente apaixonado pela filha.
Entra de cabeça nas brincadeiras de Lian sem pensar duas vezes
“Pai eu sou uma sereia.”
“Ok então precisamos resolver a questão do oceano.”
Incentiva demais as brincadeiras criativas como desenho, teatrinho, vídeo bobo, historinha que requer ele com um tutu e tiarinha.
Ele é muito suave com ela, desde sempre ensina que não precisa ter vergonha de sentir as coisas, vai conforta-la devagarinho, com carinho no cabelo pretinho até ela se acalmar e contar o que aconteceu. Por conta disso ela cresce com o pensamento de "meu pai me ama pelo o que sou" e conforme vai crescendo percebe que a relação deles é sem pressão constante, sem cobrança exagerada, apenas uma presença tranquila.
Ensina a ver a beleza em coisas pequenas: uma nuvem bonita, uma comida gostosa que você fez, uma joaninha que pousou na plantinha da janela, o jeito que a chuva cai na calçada.
E honestamente? Eu tenho certeza que ele seria o pai mais calmo que alguém pode ter.
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Pai chique tá, queria falar nada não.
A casa dos Xu tem música baixa, livro largado, cheiro de chá chinês caríssimo, muitos quadros e várias fotos tiradas por ele mesmo. A criança nem saiu do útero direito e já tem um senso estético impecável.
Yuxi é muito segura de si e articulada pra idade, sabe aquelas crianças que falam algo e todo mundo fica 😃😄😃
Extremamente cuidadoso com as palavras até quando vai corrigir, nunca é um "o que há de errado com você?" e sim "isso não foi legal".
Leu muitos livros de paternidade, conversou muito com especialistas, os próprios pais e os seus pais sobre como criar uma criança de maneira humana sem infantilizar ou forçar personalidade.
Surpreendentemente mole com ela, ainda mais quando ela demonstra carinho primeiro, mas a maneira mais eficiente é quando ela abraça a perna dele e fala "爸爸" com os olhinhos brilhando.
Na mesma linha de Xu Minghao papai mole do ano, no minuto que ela fala que quer tentar um hobbie novo vai gastar o salário todo comprando TUDO.
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Outro que esquece que é pai e age como se fosse irmão mais velho, o menino cresce ouvindo "vamos ver quem consegue primeiro" pra absolutamente tudo.
Pai acessível, o filho não tem medo de procurar ele pra nada, independente de ser sobre lição de casa, como amarrar o tênis, fazer a barba ou acobertar ele pra poder ir na festinha do amigo.
Eles gravam vídeos idiotas juntos, ensina coreografia, transforma a sala em pista de skate, fazem a noite do karaokê com direito a presença ilustre de Pi Cheolin.
Apesar da agenda lotada se esforça muito em ser um pai presente, se não consegue estar fisicamente ali por conta dos shows vai pedir pra você gravar tudo ou entregar um presentinho pro neném, jamais quer deixar o filho duvidar que o papai ama ele.
Por ter debutado muito cedo e obrigado a lidar com a pressão é extremamente cuidadoso com a autoestima dele, reflete muito sobre como faz pra não projetar expectativas nele.
É o pai do:
“tenho orgulho de você.”
“você foi bem.”
“você melhorou.”
“você trabalhou duro.”
"i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us" or a step-by-step guide on how not to fall in love with one of your brothers' close friends (although it doesn't exactly work)
