When They Call You Clingy So You Distance Yourself| Maknaeline Pt2

When They Call You Clingy So You Distance Yourself| Maknaeline Pt2

Warnings: Cursing, Mentionings of Death, Mentioning of Needles in a Medical sense

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JISUNG|

"Please leave your message after the tone."

Jisung sat on the couch, his leg shaking anxiously. Minho sat next to him and tried calming his friend, as Felix walked in with a cup of hot chocolate, setting it down in front of Han.

"I'm sure its just the silent treatment." Minho comments, leaning back into the couch. "See one time I told my wife she talked to much and so she had the audacity to stay silent the entire week...she would only talk to the cats." He said. "I'm sure it's probably the same thing."

Changbin walks into the room and joins in the conversation. "Yah! You got it all wrong! She's probably crying because of her hand and can't come to the phone."

Hyunjin pipes in, poking his head up from the couch where he was trying to take a nap. "Yeah! So that means you have to go apologize. Grovel Jisung. GROVEL!!!"

Jisung's leg is still shaking, and he starts to gnaw on his thumb nail. "Somethings not right..." He mumbles. "I can feel it...it's a different type of anxiety...something...something isn't right."

Chan comes into the room and his face is pale. "Jisung...come here for a moment?"

The boba eyed boy felt a pit drop to his stomach as he walked towards his hyung.

"What's the make and model of Y/N's car?" He asked quietly.

"It's...it's a foreign car...Lin...Lincoln...its...blue. Why? Why are you asking."

Chan licked his lips nervously. "Jisung...they could be wrong but a staff member said they had seen...there was...its..."

"What? They saw what!" Jisung's right hand found his other, and he started twisting his finger, picking at himself anxiously. "They saw what hyung?!"

The aussie boy's face was grim as he spoke. "There was a pretty bad accident near the hospital. The staff member had said they weren't sure but thought they saw Y/N's car. They were pretty certain since there aren't a ton of cars that look like her's..."

"Sh-she's not..." Jisung mumbled.

"I'm gonna go grab the car." Chan said quietly, walking past the rest of the members, who stared into the kitchen with confusion.

"Hyung...?" Jeongin called out quietly sounding like a lost kid as he watched his leader walk to the key dish. He looked back at Jisung who looked as if a little piece of him just broke off. He looked numb. Jeongin turned to the rest of the members who were all watching in concern as well.

Minho walked up to Chan and asked him something lowly, his posture straightening in shock when he heard the news. Minho looked at Jisung who was silently sliding on his shoes.

He motioned for the rest of the members to leave the room and he followed suit right after, too scared himself to look at his younger friend as he walked by; afraid he would see his heart break even further every second that passed.

"Hyung...what's going on?" Seungmin asked when Minho entered in the living room. He sighed and waited to answer until he heard Chan's car drive off.

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The smell of the bleached floors and sterilized surfaces were the only thing keeping Jisung grounded in the present moment when him and Chris walked into the lobby of the hospital.

"Excuse me, is there a Y/N L/N here?" Jisung tried to block out the quakiness in Chan's voiced. He viewed you as family as much as everyone else in the group. And if Jisung gaslit himself into believing that Chan wasn't scared - then he could easily gaslight himself into believing that you were safe and sound. The receptionist looked through the system and shook his head.

"My apologies but I don't see a Y/N...L...L-L...L/N..." While struggled to pronounce your name; Jisung felt his mind go down all the worst possible scenarios.

What if Y/N is at the morgue. What if on impact she- what if she...

"Excuse me but do you have an unidentified foreigner?" Chan asks. "From a car accident."

The receptionist immediately perked up in understanding. "Yes! There was a lady she was pulled from a blue foreign car! They were trying to find her point of contact. She was brought to that win-"

He was interrupted by a small group of nurses and a doctor running down the hallway and a scream down the hall.

"She's flatlining!" Jisung couldn't even comprehend his feet moving as he followed the team of medical professionals down the hall- even though Chris called out for him to wait.

He pushed his way through the crowd of people into the room and couldn't even hear the monitor give one long continuous over the thumping of his heart as numerous nurses and doctors tried to revive the lonely patient on the bed. You had left to give him distance. Something he had asked for.

It was his fault. His fault entirely.

He couldn't breathe and as one doctor announced time of death another turned to see the chubby cheeked boy stumbling back and falling onto his floor from shock. The doctor rushing over to tend to him as he started to black out.

No...No. She's not. She can't be. God, no. Please. Please. It's my fault. I asked her to leave. She can't be gone. I asked her to leave. I only meant a minute, not for the rest of my life. Please...please.

I'm sorry Y/N. I'm sorry.

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FELIX|

"I shouldn't have yelled at her." Felix mumbled to himself as he turned into the dorm days later. 3 days to be exact.

He had felt frustrated after work due to arguing with Hyunjin over something he couldn't even pinpoint now. And it was even more stupid because Hyunjin didn't even remember, and they agreed to amount it to the stress they were facing with some rumors and controversy started up by toxic netizens as they reached closer and closer to their comeback day.

They had to play so much damage control that all Felix could do - and any of the members really - was think about how to keep things in control until the higher ups could completely clear everything before things got out of hand.

"Yeesh!" He groaned banging his head against the headrest in front of him, the driver shooting a concerned look in the rearview mirror before parking the car and unlocking the doors.

Felix nodded his head in thanks and walked inside immediately going to his room with his belongings, ignoring the "welcome home"'s and "your back's from the other members.

He closed his door, and poured out the contents of his shopping bags.

He had gotten the replacements he needed for his gaming setup.

And head also gotten you a ton of gifts.

He placed out five different plushies, one white teddy bear with a black and gold bow, a baby chicken plushie, a toddler sized stuff lamb that was also rather coquette, and plushy of a smiling taco and lastly one of a green and blue boba.

Which one would she like best...all of them maybe?

He then started sorting out all your favorite treats, some self-care products you liked a lot, the collector's edition of your favorite book and movies series, a gift card to your favorite coffee shop, a couple of notebooks and other little miscellaneous items you liked. He had also been able to persuade your bias from another group to give him a rare pc of them since he had heard you mention it before.

Should I just give them all to her?

He groaned again as Seungmin walked in looking for him.

"Passing a kidney stone or something hyung?" He asked as he closed the door behind him.

"No...just trying to figure out how to apologize after I insulted my girlfriend's intelligence and mental development, yelled at her, cursed at her, mocked her, and dismissed her genuine care and concern for me in under thirty minutes of me walking into her home." Seungmin's eyes widened and he looked to see keyboards new keyboard sitting neatly in an amazon box.

"Over a game? Damn, I didn't know the stereotypes were accurate." He said, arranging some of Felix's gifts into the basket he had gotten to transport them to you.

"I'm sure Y/N-ie is feeling rather hurt though...but you've been acting off ever since you left her house earlier this week. And usually you're a sensitive overthinker when it comes to her. I would have assumed you'd have been at her door crying within the hour after it happened."

Felix sighed. Why do you think I had a puffy face at practice the next day?" He mumbled. "I went back a couple hours later because I was mean Min...she...I haven't seen Y/N look so scared before. I was scared. That maybe it had made her see me differently. So I waited a couple hours to make sure everyone was calm but when I went in she wasn't there... she wasn't there."

Felix sat down on the bed and played with the end of the ribbon on one of the plushies.

"To be honest...I found a bunch of rags in the trash. I could have sworn she had bought them last time we went shopping which wasn't too long ago...but they were frayed and almost to the point they were just a loose thread. I mean...she took varnish off the table Seungmin..."

His voice began to wobble.

"I got so frustrated that I yelled at her. And she had never heard me like that before so it scared her into manic frenzy?" He let all the tears he had been holding back stream down his face. "I horrible Seungmin. How could I do anything like that to someone I love?"

T?he puppy like boy wrapped his arms around his usually bubbly hyung and sighed. It only made Felix cry harder because he knew that physical affection wasn't something he normally got from Seungmin.

"It'll be okay. Y/N loves you. You'll be forgiven. This is the first time. The first major fight is always hard. You just have to recognize it won't be the last. And you have to figure out how to pull through."

Felix nodded as Seungmin pulled away. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, we're brothers." He said, patting Felix on the head twice.

"And it is my brotherly duty to tell you that Chan- Hyung asked for you to do the dishes, but that I'll do them so you can go see Y/N in exchange for you cleaning the bathrooms for me later."

He had a devious smirk on his lips and Felix didn't even hesitate to take that offer.

He'd take any offer, make any deal, in order to lead him to making things right with you.

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SEUNGMIN|

It was getting to the point that Stays were noticing it.

Seungmin didn't have that life in him that he usually did on stage and the fans easily surmised it to be because him and you were fighting.

It was a simply thing to deduce really when no one spotted you at the concert - but you were still the only other account Seungmin followed minus those of his members and the band as a whole.

And with the way you and Seungmin's chemistry was almost palpable, the fans were more than assured that you guys hadn't broken broken up do to his mood being low but not rock bottom.

Well...they were almost assured. But it seemed to be growing less and less by the day due to you not being sighted anywhere.

Due to you wanting to be petty, and hurt Seungmin, even just the tiniest bit.

Which completley backfired.

Seungmin was onstage and the atmosphere was electric. He silently applauded his members and the crew since the sixth show was an absolute success. But the minute the blaring music, the bright lights and the scream of fans died down as Chan spoke to the audience he couldn't hold it back anymore.

The thoughts that had been flooding his mind in the quiet hours of the night had surfaced and he couldn't help but break down right then and there.

Changbin walked over, simply thinking Seungmin was crying from the overwhelming sense of love and joy he felt for his fans- but immediately identified it as something else when his younger friend squatted down, pulling his arms straight out in front of him and ducking his head as he cried.

He immediately bent down with Seungmin and he looked up as he cried desperately.

"H-Hyung p-please don't let her leave me alone...I'm lonely without her...Please...I don't wanna be alone..." Changbin shielded the boy from the prying eyes of fans, and Hyunjin catching the drift came over as well, while the other members did things to keep the audience from wondering why Seungmin was wailing with a brokenness many of them were fortunate enough to not understand.

You on the other hand were rotting away on your bed.

You had been replaying the interaction you had with Seungmin over and over.

You felt like being petty and purchased a ticket to a group Seungmin was well aware of you stanning long before Stray Kids.

The same group which contained a member you biased long before you even set eyes on Seungmin.

A member which made Seungmin somewhat self-concious. While you always called him beautiful, and gorgeous, and intimate names that held the same deep feeling as you held for him; he couldn't help but watch you giggle over a guy that wasn't necessarily what you would consider beautiful - but was evidently dripping in sex appeal.

It had always worried him that you didn't find him desirable in that way, but just romantically. Even if you assured him countless times that it would only ever be him that you were interested in, and he fully believed you he couldn't just shake that seed that had planted itself there.

The concert was on the day of their last destination. And you felt like it would be the perfect jab at him for dismissing your complete adoration for you to a "burden".

But the more you sat at home thinking about it the more you realized you never wanted to hurt Seungmin purposefully.

That even if he hurt you a thousand times over you would still run back to him because he was both the pain and cure.

And deep down you knew he loved you just as much - if not more - than you loved him.

He loved you enough to risk his entire career to ask you out, when you hadn't known each other very long and there was a high chance of you saying no.

But you could never say no to Seungmin.

You pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes to stop the tears you had in your eyes but it did nothing but rub the eyeliner you had on into your eyes causing a painful irritation.

"Shit," You mumbled grabbing your phone to use the cameras as a mirror. But as you were picking you nail scratched your eye. "Fuck! Ahhhhh!" You whined feeling another rush of tears coming.

You tried seeing if your eye was okay when you got a notification on instagram.

It was soon followed by a bunch more and a bunch of message requests.

You clicked to see what the post was and nearly felt your heart sink as you watched your boyfriend breaking down on stage.

You had never seen him so distraught; nor did you know him as one to cry much.

You immediately sat up in bed, ignoring the pain from earlier and watching the screen intently.

I hurt him. You thought to yourself.

I hurt him. I got back at him...didn't I want this? For him to feel what I felt that night?

You looked through the countless messages, all asking if you and Seungmin had broken up.

Some stays even pleading with you to not hurt their precious idol.

But it was much too late for that.

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JEONGIN|

"Hyung can you drive faster?"

Jeongin anxiously bounced his leg up and down in the back seat.

He had been crippled with anxiety for the past six days as he had waited to return from filming their boys trip.

Especially after Changbin had informed him that you had been put in the hospital.

Although no matter how hard he begged the staff that had accompanied them for filming refused to let him leave due to the "importance of this specific filming venture".

He had called you over 100 times by now he was sure of it. Each of his calls deflected.

He had called the ITZY girls on numerous different occasions as well to see if you were doing okay, if they could tell him what was wrong.

But each time the conversation was cut short due to a strange reason, without much detail given other than-

"Y/N is fine."

"We haven't been able to visit since our staff won't let us rearrange the schedule. But she's fine."

"She's fine, just resting."

Fine. What the hell is fine supposed to mean? They sounded guarded; as if they knew something and just refused to tell me.

The minute Jeongin started seeing lots of foot and automotive traffic he felt his heart quicken.

"Hyung just drop me off at Y/N's house first."

"Shouldn't you go change? And maybe by a few gufts as an apology? You were an ass." Changbin comments as he scrolls through Amazon looking at different protein powders.

"I just want to see her." Jeongin said gripping onto the head rest that was behind Hyunjin's head.

Chan mumbled in the back, stirring from his sleep. "Just drop Innie off...it'll help soother his anxiety." He said turning back towards the window and putting his head against it for a couple more minutes to nap.

Hyunjin typed your address into the GPS, and redirected his route to head over to your place.

Jeongin settled back into his seat, his knee still jumping up and down until Chris put his hand on it squeezing it gently to get the maknae to stop.

"It's okay..." He murmured sleepily. "She's okay...just be there for her...I bet its hard." His cheek pressed against the window and he started to doze off again.

The hidden meaning of Chan's words was something that Jeongin wasn't able to interpret, but it just made him want to see you more.

To get down on his knees and beg you to forgive him for being so careless.

So heartless and insensitive.

You had reaached out to him for help, and maybe if he would have helped you in the moment - instead of tearing you down then everything would have been okay right now.

He could only imagine you laying sick in your bed. Cold and lonely.

He wanted to run to you, comfort you and be able to hold you as you cried into his arms.

He wanted to be the boyfriend he usually was, the one you could easily embrace. The type of boyfriend who would go to the ends of the Earth to protect you; or to find someone who hurt you.

He wanted to be enough.

But in order to do that he had to apologize first.

So as he stood at your door, tyoing in your passcode (your guys anniversary), he ran through all the things he would do to apologize.

Do I apologize before I hug her? Or do I hug her first...she might be crying since she's so sick maybe I should-

When he opened the door, he was not expecting to see you lounging on the couch with a bowl of assorted candy in your lap as you watched a 24 minute long compilation of Gojo edits.

You looked at Jeongin with wide eyes, an airhead mid bite in your mouth.

If it were any other cirucumstance Jeongin would have laughed at the oddity of the situation.

But instead his chin started to tremble and he began to cry.

You instantly rushed over to him, because no matter how petty you wanted to be you couldn't stand seeing the adorable man you loved so much cry.

"Innie- why..."

"I thought- I thought you were..." He couldn't even finish his sentence for the next few minutes as he just sat in your foyer crying.

You rubbed his back, even though you still felt a little annoyed by his antics of the previous week. And that he had interrupted your you time.

Which reminded you of something.

"I'll be right back Innie." You said as you headed towards your bathroom.

But with the amount of anxiety Jeongin had dealt with for the past week he couldn't stop himself from following you moments after.

You didn't notice that he had, so you proceeeded to do as you had been doing ever since you got home from the hospital.

With the click of a button, a small needle pricked your middle finger, and ruby red blood pooled from the small space.

Then a much lengthier needle pierced its way through the insulin bottle you had kept in your medicine cabinet and you pulled up the length of your shorts up to inject the liquid into the fattier part of your leg.

You winced in slight pain, still trying to get used to this new change in pace; in lifestyle.

When you took the needle out, putting it in the makeshift biohazard bin you had made, all the other needles clearly visible, you heard a soft little sniff.

You turned around to see Jeongin, staring at you, his brows furrowed and twitching slightly as he watched you with concern, the slightest hint of betrayal, disappointment and pain in his face.

"Jagiya?"

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Arguing with Felix pt. 2

A/n: i bring you groveling felix. I hope you can forgive him.

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Genre ◦ fluff

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Protect and Serve.

pairing: cop!minho x fem!reader

content: when you learn the reason behind your recent unexplained paranoia, you don’t know what to do. thankfully, Officer Lee Minho is there to protect and serve you, in every possible way.

inspiration: skz code ep. 53, bc fuck

word count: 13k (yep, it would seem i have a problem)

warnings: MDNI 18+, cop!au, angst, cursing, being stalked by stranger, alluding to/mention of drugging and sexual assault (nothing happens to reader), someone gets punched, guest skz appearances by a couple familiar faces, casual alcohol use, SMUT, lil bit of cop/officer roleplay, marking, groping, cunnilingus, fingering, mention of traffic light system, handcuffs, p in v, protected sex (say whattt? it does exist), orgasm control, some fluff, happy ending

author’s note: seeing skz in these police uniforms altered my state of being. i had to stop everything and write this. and it was so much fun! but side note, let’s pretend all my cop/law enforcement terminology and procedure is correct (it’s not), bc we out here to be delulu, not factual-ulu✨ just shhh don’t think about it, focus on pretty cop minho, ‘kay babes?

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Something was wrong.

You didn’t know how to explain it, but you’d been feeling some kind of sixth sense alerting you to something being amiss for the past week or so, every time you walked home from work.

You lived less than a mile from your job, so you made the decision long ago to forgo gas prices and city traffic and just walk back and forth every day. You got some casual exercise, saved money on transportation, and got to enjoy the city you so loved to be able to live and work in.

However, that enjoyment has been disturbed due to the feeling of something being wrong. Every time you started to head home from work, it was almost like the hair on the back of your neck would stand up. You would look around for the cause of the unconscious alarm, but couldn’t see anything worthy of such a feeling, so you would just shake your head, letting out a sigh of frustration. You’re just crazy, Y/N, chill out…

And that all appeared true, until tonight.

You began your walk home after another long day, the last bit of sunlight fading from the sky and casting the city streets in a dusky hue. Not paying attention to much, you tiredly sigh as you hike your bag back onto your shoulder after it started to slide, as if it was mocking how tired you were.

Then, there it was. That feeling. You went from feeling hazy to suddenly alert, head on a swivel looking for any danger. You look around, ready to feel like an idiot as always at nothing being there.

But as you look over your shoulder, you see something. Not something, but someone.

Trailing maybe 40 feet back, a figure in a gray hoodie and baseball cap shadowing his face caught your eye. Immediately, your stomach dropped to your feet.

Oh c’mon Y/N, stop being paranoid, it’s just some guy minding his business…you’re being dramatic, you mentally scolded yourself, not wanting to jump to conclusions.

You keep walking, expecting the man to eventually change directions or stop into one of the shops or restaurants you passed.

But he didn’t. Every time you’d look back over your shoulder, he was still there, remaining the same distance away, following you. You decide to switch sides of the street, jaywalking, nearly getting taken out by a cyclist crossing your path as a result. This would certainly prove whether or not this was all just a coincidence.

Oh, yeah, that it did. As you turned to look behind you, you saw him begin crossing the street.

This man was definitely following you. This man probably has been following you, this whole time! What other reason could there be for the way you’ve felt over the past week?

You pick up your pace, walking as fast as you could without full-blown running through the bustling sidewalks. Where to go? Where? You can’t go home, not with him right on your tail like this (even though, he probably already knows where you live at this point, if your suspicions of how long this has been going on are true). And if you stop into someplace along the way, who’s to say he won’t just wait you out?

As you start to truly panic, you see your solution. Not far down the way was the local police precinct, the one you pass every day on your route to and from work. Relief washes over you at the sight, and you start to full-on jog as you approach the brick building.

You look over your shoulder again, and you still see the man, but he had slowed his pace, lingering back further than before. That’s right, bastard, try following me in here.

You turn back and run up the steps, finally entering the safest place you could have chosen.

You look around, eyes still a bit frantic, trying to catch your breath from the exertion and adrenaline running through your veins. You see a closed-in front desk area over to the left, acrylic glass hanging from above it, and quickly make your way over.

However, no one was behind the desk as you approached.

“Uh, hello?” you ask out, probably a bit too quiet. No one came forward. Confused, you make your way around the desk area, leading into a wide office-type room, filled with a few rows of large metal desks. A few cops in blue and black uniforms were seated at them, heads down and hunched over while giving attention to the papers or computers in front of their faces.

Near the center of the room, leaning against the corner of one of the desks and scribbling something onto a clipboard in his hand, a cop notices your entrance.

Looking up from filling out the report he was working on, he takes in your clearly frazzled state. Your eyes were wide, lips parted slightly from your strained breathing, a slight tremble in your stance. He immediately sets his clipboard down onto his desk and stands to his feet, taking a couple steps in your direction.

”Everything okay, miss?” he asks, concerned eyes looking over your face.

You take a moment to find the words, and in doing so you scan over the cop now standing a couple feet in front of you. He was handsome. Pretty even, with deep brown boba-like eyes, strands of black hair finely obscuring them. His nose perfectly sloped down his face to a point, like it had been carved in stone, with a tiny freckle accenting one nostril. And he had the cutest lips, the top ever so marginally larger than the bottom, white bunny-like front teeth peeking out from behind them. Wow, this guy should be a model, not a cop…

“Miss?” he questions, growing more concerned at the lack of your response.

“Oh, um, yes,” you start, but shake your head as your brain catches up to your words, “Uh, no, no. I’m being followed, there was a guy behind me, and I—I didn’t know where else to go, I just ran in here. I—I think he’s been following me for a while. Like a week. I—I don’t know though, it’s—I’ve just had this weird feeling, and then I saw him tonight, and he wouldn’t stop following even when I crossed the street, and I knew I couldn’t go home, but I think he might already know where I live, and I—um—I don’t, I don’t know what to do,” you finish, a little out of breath from your rambling.

“It’s okay, take a deep breath for me,” the handsome cop instructs, seeing how worked up you were over this incident, “We’ll get this figured out. Would you like to sit down?” he asks, motioning to the chair behind him next to his desk.

You nod, taking in a deep breath like he told you. He gives you a small comforting grin, and turns to lead you over to the desk. He waits for you to sit, then sits himself in his chair, diagonal from you. He opens one of the deep file drawers in his desk, and gets out a piece of paper, a form of some sort.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, if that’s alright?” he softly asks, clicking a pen in his left hand.

You nod with an awkward smile, and he nods in acknowledgment.

“We’ll start with something easy. What’s your name?” he proceeds, looking down at the paper.

“It’s Y/N, Y/N L/N,” you reply, watching him start to scratch down the information.

“Y/N…,” he begins, looking up from his writing, “I’m Officer Lee Minho.”

He extends his right hand towards you for a handshake, and you take it, cringing at the fact that your hands are most definitely gross and clammy. He doesn’t react to it though, giving you a firm yet gentle squeeze as he shakes your hand once, then letting go, his pleasant grin not leaving his expression.

He asks you more basic information, filling out the boxes for your address, phone number, place of work, and so on. Then, he asks for more details regarding the man you told him about—how long this has been going on, what he looked like, and any other revealing information you could give him.

And you felt like an idiot. You didn’t have much for him other than what you had rambled before, only adding on that he was in a gray hoodie and baseball cap. You half expected Officer Lee to roll his eyes at you, assuming this was just some case of feminine paranoia.

He didn’t, though. He swiftly wrote down everything you told him, patiently waiting while you would pause to think or steady your breath, never once interrupting you or judging your poor recollection.

Finished with his questions, he clicks his pen again, and looks up at you while loosely folding his hands in front of himself on top of the desk, giving you his full attention.

“Okay, Y/N, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to keep this report, and I’ll notify other cops in the area to keep an eye out for any similar activity happening around here. I’m also going to give you this,” he pauses, reaching on his desk for something. He then extends out to you a small piece of paper between his fingers, and you take it. It was a business card, with his name, precinct, badge number, and cellphone number.

“Take this, and put the information in your phone. If you see this guy again, you call me. Immediately. And if for some reason I don’t answer, you call the precinct and you tell them Officer Lee Minho says that you are in need of immediate assistance and for someone to come to you right away. Okay?”

You nod, biting your lip as you look down into your lap, fiddling with the card in your hand. You hated the idea of having to go back out into the world knowing that man was still out there. But, there really wasn’t another choice.

Seeing the fear still affecting you, Officer Lee stands up and moves in front of you, crouching down at eye level with you, and places a firm hand on your knee.

“Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Don’t let that low-life get into your head. He’s not going to get away with whatever he’s trying. Not if I have anything to do with it. And, not to brag, but I’m pretty damn good at my job,” he laughs lightly, getting you to finally look up at him. His face was so genuine, so encouraging, that you couldn’t help but feel a little bit better.

“Why don’t I give you a quick ride in a patrol car back to your house? You don’t need to be walking alone with it being dark out now,” he offers, kindness laced in every word.

“Oh, um…are you sure? I…I don’t want to keep you from doing your job,” you hesitate. He already spent enough time helping you with this, and you didn’t want to inconvenience him anymore.

He laughs, and you look at him in confusion, not understanding what was funny.

“Y/N, this is my job. My job is to help keep citizens safe. You are one of them. Giving you a ride home applies. Plus,” he pauses, standing up and looking over both of his shoulders before continuing, then looks back down to you as he theatrically whispers behind the back of his hand, “you’ll be helping me escape from more paperwork duties—I’m losing my mind in here.”

You can’t help but giggle, and he smiles at your laugh.

“Well, who am I to not assist one of the city’s finest?” you joke, standing to your feet right in front of him.

“’One of?’ Oh, Miss L/N, I am the finest,” he jokes back, playfully winking at you, causing you to giggle again.

Then, he stands to your side and places a light hand on the middle of your back, saying, “Let’s head out, before the papers start growing legs to chase me down.”

• • •

The next day, you try your best to go on like everything was normal, and that you totally did not have a stalker. Nope. Everything was justttt fine.

Ha. Yeah. No. Wasn’t working.

The anxiety made you jumpy the entire work day, multiple coworkers asking if you were okay or feeling well. You lied through your teeth, of course, and said you were fine.

You tried to let Officer Lee’s comforting words console you, as he ensured you again before you left his patrol car last night that everything was going to be okay, and to call if you needed him. Once you were safely inside of your apartment building, you had turned back to look at him through the large glass doors, and he smiled at you, sending you a wave goodbye before putting the car in drive and heading back to the precinct.

You wondered if he would consider being a bodyguard as a side gig? Because how could he make sure everything would be okay if he wasn’t always around? You couldn’t afford to be completely optimistic regarding your situation, with danger literally looming around the corner if you weren’t careful.

For once, you were dreading the end of your work day. But then the time to leave came, and you had to start heading home.

Prepared for the worst, you were already on high alert. You were constantly checking your surroundings as you immediately started to take long, swift strides in an effort to get home just a little bit faster.

And on one of your glances behind your shoulder, you catch sight of him, hoodie and cap, before the subconscious sensation of being watched has the chance to alert you. At that moment, you felt like you were going to hurl, right in the middle of the sidewalk.

You were officially being stalked. No more doubt. This is really happening.

Before you can even think it through, you take off. You randomly turn corners, switching directions, and run as fast as your feet would carry you. You can’t even bring yourself to turn around, something telling you if you did, he’d catch up.

Due to your random movements and panic-fuzzy brain, you eventually get lost. Worried your lack of direction was starting to slow you down too much, you make a split-second decision to duck into a narrow alley between two brick buildings.

You press your back against the cold brick of one of the buildings, trying to find your breath, lungs screaming for air. Your knees felt shaky, and your leg muscles burned from the exertion you just put them through.

You need help. Right now. You had no idea if the man had been able to follow you or not. For all you knew, he’d be walking right into this alley any second.

You shakingly reach into your pocket and fish out your phone, trembling so badly that you mistyped your passcode twice. You tap and scroll until your find the name you’re looking for: Officer Lee Minho. He was the help you needed.

You click the contact, and shakingly hold the phone up to your ear. The line rings once, twice, then connects.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Officer Lee’s voice sounds in your ear, immediately concerned.

“H-he was there, when I—I left work, I saw him-m, so I ran b-but now I don’t know where I am-m, or where h-he is, and I just—I need help,” you choke out, barely above a whisper, tears you didn’t know were forming now threatening to pour out.

“I’m going to come to you, okay? Can you tell me anything about where you are right now?” he asks, keeping his voice smooth and steady.

“Um, I’m in a-an alley, but I-I don’t know where…” you answer under your breath, a tremble evident in your voice. You try to retrace your path in your head to recall anything, but the fear didn’t allow you to remember anything useful. You frantically look around the alley for anything identifying, but the only things you could see were a couple of overfilled dumpsters. However, there was a faded sign stuck to the dumpster closest to you, which read “For Resident Use Only”, and the name of an apartment complex underneath.

You trip over your words as your read it off to Officer Lee, wondering if he even understood what you said. But then he replies, “I know exactly where that is. I’m on my way, Y/N. Stay right where you are. Take some deep breaths for me. I will be there shortly, just hold on.”

You nod, but then feel dumb when you realize he can’t see you.

“Okay, please hurry,” you whisper out, desperation heavy in every syllable.

“I am, I—”

The phone disconnects. You look down, and the screen is black. Your phone died. Well, shit.

Then you remembered, you had forgotten to charge it last night, the mistake catching up to you at the worst possible moment. You look upwards, tilting your head back until it lightly hits the brick behind you, and you pull your lips into your mouth, trying to stifle the sobs crawling up your throat. You try to focus on taking deep breaths like Officer Lee told you, but it wasn’t doing much to calm you.

Minutes drag on like hours, every second bracing yourself for your stalker to appear. Your stomach churned, fear-laced nausea adding to the anxious pit in your gut.

Suddenly, you hear heavy footsteps—running footsteps, getting louder as they got closer to you. The louder they became, the more your anxiety spiked, heart ready to leap and run off out of your chest before your own feet, which were now paralyzed in fear.

A man in a hoodie turns into the alley, and you open your mouth to scream. But he’s faster than your reaction, and quickly covers your mouth with his hand. Your wide eyes stare into his, and you are met with the prettiest set of brown boba eyes.

“It’s me, it’s Minho, don’t scream,” he says, a slight pant in his voice.

Relief washes over you, and you feel like you could collapse. The tears that had been gathering for a while now finally spill over, dropping onto the back of his hand. A single sob wracks through your shoulders, and as soon as he lowers his hand from your face, you throw yourself into his arms.

You know this is wildly inappropriate. You are sobbing into his chest with your arms wrapped around him, fingers clinging to the fabric of his hoodie, as if he isn’t a police officer. Yet, you did not have it in you to care. You were safe, and the remaining control you had over your emotions that had been weighing heavy on you all day had finally run out.

Instead of politely trying to push you off of him, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you to him tighter, one hand gently stroking the back of your hair. He didn’t say anything, holding you to himself until your sobs turned into sniffles, rubbing your back as you took deep breaths to collect yourself.

You finally lift your head, and he lets go of you as your slowly pull away, but still keeps his hands on your upper arms.

Starting to feel a little ashamed for your outburst, you can’t bring yourself to look at his face, mumbling a “Sorry” on a sniffle as you wipe at your face with the back of your sleeve.

He bends down and moves himself into your field a vision, speaking when you finally meet eyes again, “You have nothing to be sorry for. Thank you for calling me. I was worried when the call disconnected, I thought…I’m just thankful I wasn’t far. I was out for a jog when you called, and when you said the name of this place, I knew where you were. I pass by here on some of my patrols.”

It was then that you fully take in his appearance. He was in a black, unzipped hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, gray sweatpants, and running shoes. He was off duty. He could have ignored your call, or transferred you over to the precinct for someone else to deal with. But he took your call, and came to your aid, even though he wasn’t on duty.

“Thank you for coming, Officer. I am sorry, though. I just feel like a crazy person, running from some random guy into alleys. And he’s still out there somewhere. I—I’m—I just feel scared out of my mind. What am I supposed to do? I can’t live every day like this,” you vent. You would genuinely lose your mind if this is what you’re going to have to go through for the foreseeable future until the man is caught.

“First of all, call me Minho. Second, you’re not crazy. You’d be crazy if you weren’t scared. Your feelings are valid, Y/N. We’re going to get this guy, I promise. In the meantime, let’s head to the precinct. I need you to fill out a couple papers,” he says, lightly grabbing one of your arms as he starts to lead you out of the alley.

You let him guide you, letting his reassuring words sink in (and not missing the fact he wants you to call him by his first name).

“I have to fill out another report?” you ask as he lets go of your arm and places his hand on the back of your far shoulder, walking with you in the direction of the precinct.

“No. Well, I will have to do that so we have tonight on record, but that’s not what I meant. I’m going to have you fill out some forms so I can submit a request for a protection detail. I’ll talk to the chief, but he shouldn’t have a problem with me taking on the detail. Your route is already on one of my normal beats, and I’m not letting you walk alone like this anymore, not until that guy is caught,” he answers, concern and determination evident in his tone.

“That would be a relief, actually. You’d really be willing to do that?” you genuinely question, looking up at the side of his perfect face.

“Of course. I’ll do whatever I need to in order to keep you safe,” he responds, and looks down at you with the softest smile. Your stomach turns again, but in a good way, the anxiety being replaced with butterflies.

• • •

Every day for the next week and a half, every morning and every evening, Offic—Minho walked with you on your way to work and your way home.

You were both relieved and frustrated. You were relieved that as a result of Minho’s presence, your stalker hadn’t made another appearance; however, that also made you frustrated—how were you supposed to catch him if he wasn’t going to show himself anymore? Minho couldn’t just walk with you forever (though, you wouldn’t actually mind it).

When you explained that to Minho, he chose his words carefully to reassure you, but also trying not to scare you at the same time. Basically, he told you that it would only be a matter of time before the guy showed up again, as stalkers can only go so long without their object of obsession, and when he’d show up again, Minho would be there to put an end to it.

So until then, Minho would remain accompanying you on your daily commute.

Even though the reason for his presence wasn’t your favorite, you enjoyed the time with Minho for more than his protection. He was kind, and funny, always asking you questions and cracking jokes whenever he could to get you to smile. You got to know one another better, to the point you felt like you were becoming friends. You liked him. But, if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t just like him. You liked him. How could you not? A handsome, kind, funny man with a good job and the cutest smile was giving you attention you hadn’t received in a long time. You knew he was only doing so to be nice, doing the job he needed to do in order to keep you safe. Still, you couldn’t stop the tiny, annoying part of your heart from hoping that maybe, just maybe, he felt a similar way about you.

Another day, and Minho stood waiting for you outside of the doors to your apartment building, like he always did when he would walk you to work in the mornings.

But this morning, something was different. You were late. He checked his watch, once, twice, and when another 10 minutes passed by, Minho started to seriously worry. You were never running this late in the mornings, especially without telling him. If you even thought you were going to be a few minutes behind, you always made sure to send him a text to let him know.

He dug out his phone from his slacks, and dialed your number. It rang, and rang, and rang, eventually going to voicemail. A bad feeling was settling in Minho’s gut, and he couldn’t stand waiting around like this for another minute.

He typed in the code you had given him in case he ever needed it, and entered your apartment building. He started up the stairs, taking two at a time to get to your 3rd floor apartment as fast as he could. Upon reaching your apartment, number 143, he proceeded to give 3 quick, heavy knocks on your door. When you didn’t answer, he did it again, knocking harder.

You still didn’t answer.

Panic surged through Minho, fearing that he missed something, that something had happened to you. There were no signs of a break in, but that may not mean anything. He took hold of your door knob and turned it, seeing if it was open.

It was locked. He felt slightly relieved at that, but not enough to stop his worry.

“Y/N! If you don’t answer this door, I’m coming in!” he shouted, knocking one more time.

No answer.

He was going to have to break down your door. Minho takes a steadying breath, and backs up a few steps. He prepares to run at the door, and just as he takes a running stride towards it, it opens.

He stops himself from crashing right into you by grabbing onto the door frame, almost losing his balance in the process.

There you are, unharmed, standing in the doorway, with wide eyes and a disoriented expression.

“I overslept! I guess the power went out last night, my alarm clock was flashing when I finally woke up. Your knocking scared the shit out of me! I was about to grab a rolling pin before I heard it was you at the door,” you rush to explain.

Minho blinks at you. He takes a moment to look you over, and the evidence seems to support your story, as you were still in sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt, with your hair sticking up in all directions out of a messy bun still trying to cling to your head.

“…a rolling pin?” he finally says, trying to hold in a snicker.

You roll your eyes, letting out a huff as you teasingly say, “Look, not everyone has an arsenal at their disposal, Mr. Officer. I have to get creative. If you don’t believe a rolling pin would be effective, I’d be more than happy to test it out on you.”

Minho laughs, cute bunny teeth making an appearance, and holds his hands up in faux surrender. You couldn’t stop a giggle from bubbling out of you.

You’re about to invite him inside to wait while you scramble to get ready, but as you open your mouth to do so, Minho turns his head, something catching his attention.

His face suddenly turns serious, lowering his hands to his belt slowly. Curiosity getting the best of you, you peer your head out of the doorway to see what he was looking at.

You gasp. It wasn’t a what, but a who.

A man in a gray hoodie and baseball cap was standing at the end of the hallway.

Everything stops for second, so silent that you could hear a pin drop from another floor. Then, chaos.

The man turns and rushes back down the stairs, and Minho takes off after him, shouting “Go inside!” over his shoulder at you. You momentarily freeze, but do as he says, going back inside and deadbolting the door. You lean against the door, breathing heavily. Maybe you should go grab that rolling pin, just in case.

Minho is flying down the stairs, skipping most of them as he pulls his body down the landings by the railings, the man in the lead doing the same, but significantly less confident in his movements.

This was the man. The man who has been threatening your safety for weeks now. When Minho saw his figure out of the corner of his eye in the hallway, he knew. And when you gasped at the sight, that was all the confirmation Minho needed.

Minho would be damned if he lets this guy get away.

The man reaches the bottom of the stairs, and pushes through the front doors, Minho right on his tail, hot in pursuit.

Racing down the sidewalk, Minho starts shouting “MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!” to any passersby getting in the way, having to shove some people to get through. The gap between him and the man was widening, and he couldn’t let that happen.

He wills his legs to move faster, pushes his muscles harder, and the gap starts to close.

The man started to repeatedly look over his shoulders in a panic, seeing Minho closing the distance. Then, upon one of those looks back, ended up tripping over a raised cracked piece of concrete in the sidewalk, causing him to fall to the ground. He rolls, somehow getting himself back on his feet in seconds, but it was too late.

Minho grabs the back of his hoodie, and yanks him back, causing him to stumble. He turns in his hold, and almost falls back to the ground when he’s faced with Minho’s fierce, bone-chilling stare. But with nothing to lose, he tries to swing a fist at Minho. He misses, of course, and Minho lets go of his hoodie and pushes him back just enough for him to land a perfect left hook across the man’s jaw, knocking him to the ground again.

Minho wrestles the man onto his stomach, and pins his hands to his back.

“Someone help! I didn’t even do anything!” the man whines underneath him, kicking and wiggling in Minho’s grasp, until Minho digs his knee into the man’s lower back, resulting in the man groaning in pain.

“Oh, really? You are under arrest for the attempted assault of a police officer” Minho starts, retrieving his handcuffs from his belt and cuffing the man’s wrists together, “How about we see what you have on you while we’re at it, hm?”

Minho searches the man’s pockets, and his stomach twists at what he finds—a lockpick set, pieces of rope, a packet of Rohypnol, and a hunting knife.

“You sick son of a bitch,” Minho spits out in disgust. It had been a while since Minho felt such rage, making heat travel up his neck. If he wasn’t a cop, he would’ve beaten this man’s face into the pavement.

Minho uses the radio on his shoulder, calling in back-up to help collect the evidence he just confiscated from the man’s pockets and a patrol car to bring him in for arrest. Thankfully, a car out on patrol was nearby, and only takes a couple minutes to pull up in front of them.

Minho forces the man up onto his feet and roughly pushes him towards the vehicle as he announces, venom lacing his words, “You are under arrest for stalking with the intent to harm, and the attempted assault of a police officer. You have the right to remain silent, if you don’t have an attorney…”

Later the same day, you’re sitting in the chair next to Minho’s desk, fiddling with your thumbs as you wait for him.

Minho had called you to come down to the precinct, informing you that he had caught and arrested the man. The source of your anxiety and nightmares that had been overwhelming you for weeks, weeks that felt like months, had finally been caught. You nearly cried at his words, letting out a breath you felt like you’d been holding since this all started.

When you saw Minho as you walked into the precinct, you couldn’t help put run up and hug him, hitting him so hard his stance faltered back a bit. All he could do was let out an airy chuckle, gladly wrapping his arms around you. However, once you realized you were getting a few too many inquisitive stares from the other cops standing nearby, you quickly let go of him. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

A lot was revealed to you as Minho explained everything that had happened, and who exactly the man was that had been stalking you. He showed you pictures and documentation, and your mouth dropped at the information.

The man was a guy you recognized from an old job, one you had left over a year ago. You spoke to him briefly, maybe a handful of times, simply out of courtesy as your paths didn’t cross much. Clearly, he misinterpreted your brief kindness as something else. In his confession, not bothering to fight the accusations, he admitted he had finally found you about a month ago, eventually deciding to follow you on your regular commutes, wanting to “get to know” you. Minho’s accompanying you upset him, and he needed to be able to speak with you “directly”. So, he somehow managed to illegally access a code to your apartment complex, and in frequenting the mail room to find your name, he ultimately found your apartment number.

He had planned to be waiting for you inside your apartment when you got home that day, expecting you to stick to your normal routine. But when you didn’t leave at the time you normally did, that’s when Minho saw him making his way to your apartment, and his plans were ruined. Minho wouldn’t tell you the details of his “plans” that he shared, but when you heard what they had confiscated from him, you had a pretty good idea of what they were, and it took all you had not to become physically sick in your seat.

It also had been revealed that he had a warrant out for his arrest in another state, for something similar involving another woman, who had not been so lucky to have ruined his plans. Sexual assault charges, aggravated assault, and a litany of other crimes made him a very wanted man, and Minho told you he would eventually be transferred out of state to stand trial for those crimes, with his behavior here only backing up the cases for the prosecution. No matter what, the sick man wouldn’t be getting out of any of this, and would be sent far away from you, allowing you to find your peace in your city once again.

Minho finally makes his way back to his desk where you’re waiting after having finished filling out the last of the paperwork he needed from you, and informs you that you are free to leave whenever you’re ready.

You nod and stand to your feet, awkwardly hesitating for a moment. You didn’t want to leave, because if you left, what reason would you have to come back? You were relieved to finally be able to leave this chapter of your life behind you, but you didn’t want to leave Minho behind as well.

He notices your hesitation, and quietly laughs to himself as he sets down some papers, looking back to you with that smile of his that made you feel like mush inside.

“So…I guess this means you don’t need an escort any more, huh?” he says, the tiniest hint of disappointment in his voice.

You laugh and look down at your feet as you answer, “No, I guess not, but…” you pause, looking up at him, forcing yourself to look into his beautiful eyes, “I wouldn’t mind being escorted to dinner…maybe this weekend, if you’re not too busy chasing down other criminals.”

It’s Minho’s turn to look down at his feet, a light blush rising to his ears. He meets your eyes again, a little sparkle in his eyes as he responds, “Well, it’d certainly be a dangerous thing to let you go hungry. We can’t have that. How about 7 o’clock on Friday? We’ll go to that restaurant you were telling me about the other day.”

You smile like an idiot as you nod, not being able to mask your excitement. He giggles, and then walks with you towards the doors of the precinct, a gentle hand resting on the small of your back.

• • •

Minho swears paperwork will be the death of him. He loves his job, truly, but he wasn’t mentally prepared for all the fucking paperwork duties that came along with it when he chose his career.

It was Friday, the day of his date with you, and he already had to text you earlier to ask to meet at the restaurant instead of him meeting you at your apartment, everything he needed to get done before the end of his shift making him run later than he was expecting. You, being the understanding person you were, didn’t have a problem with it, and for that, Minho was extremely grateful.

But currently, he was drowning in paperwork, rushing to complete it all so he could leave. And with being so focused on his task, time got away from him, until one of his fellow officers taps his shoulder.

“Minho hyung, don’t you have a date tonight?” Officer Hwang Hyunjin asks, tucking long strands of his black hair behind his ear as he leans over Minho’s desk.

Minho turns to look up at him, confused. “Uh, yes? Why?”

Officer Hwang rolls his eyes, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the large analog clock on the wall behind them, “Because, if I remember correctly, you said you needed to leave here by 6:15, and it’s currently almost 7:40.”

Minho almost falls out of his chair as he realizes the time. He scrambles for his phone on his desk, and as he taps the screen, nothing happens. He then realizes that even though he had his phone hooked on the charger at his desk, the cord got unplugged, resulting in his phone running out of battery. Resulting in him having no way to contact you. Resulting in him fucking up the first date he’s been on in ages, with the woman he liked more than he probably should’ve, after only a short time of knowing her.

“Shit!” Minho curses, slamming his palms onto his desk as he rises to his feet, making Officer Hwang jump a little.

Just then, the chief walks by, noticing Minho’s distress.

“What’s got you all worked up, Lee?” Chief Lee Felix asks, walking up to Minho’s desk. Minho runs a hand through his hair, opening his mouth to answer, but Officer Hwang beats him to it.

“Minho just stood up the only date he’s had in, what, years? How hard is it to pay attention to the time, pabo? She was cute, too. It’s a damn shame,” Hyunjin rambles, and flinches back when Minho lifts his hand to smack him, but is stopped by the chief raising his hands.

“Yah! Hold on. You really had a date tonight? What time?” Chief Lee asks, looking at Minho with an amused smile.

”At 7…” Minho mumbles, collapsing back into his chair and hiding his face in his hands. How could he do this, to you of all people?

“The fuck you still doing here then?! Get out of here! She might still be there if you go now,” the chief says, clapping his hand hard against Minho’s shoulder.

“I—wh—I won’t get there fast enough! It’ll take me 20 minutes to walk there, 15 if I run,” Minho replies, caught off guard by the chief’s reaction.

“Well, you definitely didn’t hear me tell you to take a patrol car for personal use. And you certainly didn’t hear me tell you to use lights and sirens while you’re at it. Absolutely not,” Chief Lee replies, cheekily winking at Minho.

It takes a second for Minho to process what he just heard. But then he jumps back on his feet, grabs his phone and a set of keys for one of the patrol cars, and maneuvers around his desk, intentionally shoulder-checking Hyunjin in the process. He breathes out a “Thank you” as he passes the chief, who lightly smacks Minho’s ass in return, and both Chief Lee and Officer Hwang holler and clap as Minho takes off running full speed to the doors of the precinct.

You begin walking out of the restaurant, a cool breeze making you shiver, pulling your jacket around yourself tighter.

You never expected Minho would be the kind of guy to stand you up. You really thought he was someone more decent than that. You would’ve bet your life on it.

Yet here you were, wearing your favorite pair of jeans, heels, and top that hugged your curves in all the right places, about to head home after waiting on him for nearly an hour, with no phone call and no reply to any of your messages. You felt so foolish, and you couldn’t believe you really thought he actually liked you back. Discouraged and on the verge of tears, you start taking a few steps to walk home.

Then, you heard sirens approaching. You didn’t think much of it, sirens being a relatively common sound to hear in the city. But as the sirens got louder, and now lights came into view, you turned to look in the direction they were coming from.

A cop car was speeding down the street, heading right for where you were standing. You watched as the car pulled over into an empty parking space right in front of you, cutting the lights and sirens once in park. Out from the driver’s side door comes a frantic looking Minho, who almost trips over his feet as he rushes onto the sidewalk, stopping in his tracks as he makes eye contact with you. You see his face drop, and he takes a few long strides over to you, stopping a couple feet away, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to find his words.

“Oh, Y/N, oh, I am so sorry! I know, you have every right to be pissed off at me right now, and if you want to leave, I’ll understand, but hear me out. I swear, I didn’t do this on purpose. I got caught up in finishing up paperwork that needed to get done before the end of my shift—you know me and paperwork, right? —and time just got away from me. Hyunj—Officer Hwang had to tell me I was late, and both him and the chief were giving me shit about being such a moron, and honestly, I have to agree. I mean, my phone even died, though the damn thing was plugged in! I didn—"

“Minho, enough,” you interrupt him, holding up a hand to pause his rushed explanation for his lateness.

He stops, and his expression turns even sadder, reminding you of a wounded, wide-eyed kitten. Your heart felt like it was going to break at that sight alone.

“I’ll be honest, I was hurt there for a minute. I like you, like, really like you, Minho. So, thinking you stood me up like that, with no warning…” you trail off as you look down at the sidewalk, betraying tears pricking at your eyes. Fuck, why were you so emotional around him?!

Minho steps closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, giving you a light squeeze, and leans down to try to look in your eyes, just like he always liked to do when you wouldn’t look at him. But you continued to avoid him, not wanting him to see the tears in your own. He then took one of his hands, and gently tipped your chin up to look him in the eye. Seeing how upset you were over his mistake, he bit his bottom lip into a slight frown, using the thumb of the hand on your face to lightly caress your jaw.

“Y/N, I really like you, too. I’ve been looking forward to this since the moment we made the plans. I’d never dream of standing someone as lovely as you up. Will you forgive me? Let me make it up to you tonight, okay? I’m all yours for the rest of the evening,” Minho softly confesses, eyes pleading with you to say ‘yes’.

You gently grab onto his hand on your face, and give him a reassuring squeeze as you nod your head. Minho smiles, beaming at your answer. He drops his hand from your face and takes hold of the hand you had on his, lacing his fingers with yours as he walks you inside of the restaurant.

Dinner with Minho quickly became one of the best decisions you’d ever made. It was so much fun, talking about whatever would come to mind, laughing, teasing, and cracking jokes, while sharing a bottle of soju as you ate some of the best Korean barbecue in the city.

Minho insisted on grilling everything, always giving you the first piece whenever the cuts were finished cooking. It was such a simple gesture, but one that made your heart pick up its pace nevertheless.

“You know, I don’t mind taking a turn grilling. I don’t expect to be served the whole night,” you giggle as you watch Minho place more cuts of flank onto the grill top.

“But that’s part of my job description, to protect and serve,” Minho replies, pretending to be serious.

“I don’t think this is the kind of serving they meant when you took that oath,” you say as you playfully roll your eyes, taking another swig of soju.

“Maybe, maybe not, but just in case, let me fulfill my duties, ma’am,” he responds, doing his best to keep a straight face, yet failing miserably.

“Whatever you say, Officer Lee,” you tease, and you both crack up, laughing a little too loudly.

When you both had finished up, Minho paid the bill, even though you argued you should at least pay half since you were the one who technically asked him out, but he just smiled as he handed his card to the waiter, making you shake your head at him.

He then walked you out of the restaurant, hand resting on your lower back. He ushered you over to the patrol car, opening the door for you, and placing his hand on the top of the doorway to make sure you didn’t bump your head. You blushed at the chivalry, smiling to yourself as you watched him walk around to his door.

He drove you to your apartment, the ride there being filled with silence. Not an awkward or tense silence, but a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the presence of the other, stealing blushing glances, and giggling when you would catch the other doing so.

Once Minho pulled over next to your complex and put the car in park, you were the one who decided to break the silence.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Minho. I had a great time. But… I have a favor to ask,” you speak up, heart hammering in your chest as you work up the nerve to say what you were wanting to say.

He looks over at you, a beautifully soft expression on his face, and replies in all genuineness, “Anything.”

You smile at him, then bite your lip as you shyly look into your lap.

“Would you be up for escorting me inside tonight? Maybe, to my bedroom? There’s been some dust bunnies eyeing me funny, and I think they might be plotting against me…” you manage to breath out, laughing lightly at your own joke in an effort to soften the blow of rejection you feared to be very likely. You weren’t one to ask someone inside on the first date, but Minho was different, and maybe it was the soju lingering in your system, but you felt like you might as well lay it all on the line tonight.

He doesn’t say anything, and you’re about to sputter out an apology, but when you look up at him, his face is mere inches from yours. He looks over your face slowly, as if he were memorizing every feature, and his piercing gaze stops at your lips.

“It’d be my pleasure, miss,” he breathes over your lips, and the next thing you know, he’s crashing his lips against yours. He kisses you sweetly, bringing his hand to the back of your neck to cradle your head in his strong hand. The kiss quickly turns urgent, however, with your open mouths moving against one another, one of your hands raking down his firm chest as he licks into your mouth. You eventually have to pull away from each other, unfortunately needing to catch your breath.

Before you can even say anything, Minho is getting out of the car, swiftly walking around even with a slight bulge in his slacks, and opens your door, extending a hand for you to take. You oblige, and he helps you out of the car with an eager glint in his eyes, mirroring your own.

As soon as you lock your apartment door behind you, you are all over each other in seconds. Lips devouring one another, hands in each other’s hair, pulling and pushing until Minho ultimately pins you against the wall. His hand is now on the side of your neck, his lips occupying the other side, while his other hand grips at the bare skin of your waist, exposed from your shirt bunching up slightly, fingertips lightly digging into the soft flesh.

His lips trail up to just below your ear, sucking and nibbling at the skin just enough to leave a mark. He gives the spot a quick peck before moving up to whisper right in your ear, “I think I’m going to have to conduct a search, miss. Need to make sure you aren’t hiding anything that poses a risk.”

You let out an airy giggle at his cheesy line, playing up a sultry response of your own, “Of course, Officer, whatever you need to do.”

You feel Minho smile against your ear, and he proceeds to conduct his “search”. His hands, soft yet rough at the same time, run up the sides of your body, gripping and kneading as he went. He brings his hands up to frame your chest, fingertips pressing into the sides of your breasts as his thumbs gently brush over where your nipples were hardening under your clothes. His exploring hands then trailed down your sides, making their way behind you, enjoying every moment of sliding his hands down the curve of your ass. He firmly groped you, taking hold of each cheek in his hand and pulling up and apart, spreading you open in your jeans, making you moan out at the feeling.

“Hmm, something seems suspicious here. Gonna have to take a closer look,” Minho breathes out against your ear again, and you softly whine in response, pushing your hips against his, allowing you to momentarily feel how truly hard he had gotten in his pants. He pushed your hips back though, pinning you back to the wall with a light thud.

“Please cooperate, or you’ll have to be detained,” he instructs, trying to put on a serious mask, but failing to completely hide his amusement at his own words.

“That’s supposed to be a bad thing?” you teasingly reply, a bit out of breath.

He gives you an evil little smirk, one hand still pinning your hips to the wall, the other now boldly cupping the crotch of your jeans. You let out a quick gasp as he firmly runs his palm up and down over your core. You feel yourself getting wetter at the sensation, wondering if he can feel it through your jeans. He removes his palm, and replaces it with his thumb, now trailing up and down the ridged seam of your jeans, giving extra focus to the spot where your clit was already buzzing from the attention. He then trails his fingers up, up, up, until he can unbutton your jeans, grabbing onto the zipper and slowly unzips them, his snail pace driving you crazy.

You watch with wide eyes as he sinks to his knees in front of you. He brings both hands to the waist of your jeans, and slowly peels them down your legs, watching your reaction the whole time. He removes your heels along with your jeans, giving you more stability, as what he planned on doing to you would not help you in that department.

He gently positions your legs further apart, allowing him room to nestle right between them, breath ghosting over your clothed cunt. He looks up at you through his long lashes, searching for any signs to stop, but all you did was thread a hand into his soft hair, pushing him slightly closer to where you needed him most, making him wickedly grin from beneath you.

He closes the gap and attaches his mouth to your drenched pussy, licking his tongue right over your clothed hole, moaning at the taste. His nose nudges your clit, and you can’t help put push his head into you a little more, lightly grinding yourself into him. It felt so good, but nowhere near enough.

He runs his tongue up until he reaches the nub hiding in your panties, and starts to flick his tongue over the spot. You let out an airy moan, and Minho removes himself from you, turning your moan into a pathetic whine. He clicks his tongue at you, shaking his head at you, while bringing his hands back up, fingers hooking into your panties to drag them down your legs, tossing them with your jeans.

He positions himself again, this time hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. He takes time to kiss all over your inner thigh, trailing further in until he places a kiss on the trimmed mound of your pussy, right above the lips. He watches your face twist in pleasure as he sinks his tongue between your folds, lapping up everything you were dripping for him.

Your head leans back against the wall, moans escaping from your lips as he ate you out, savoring the dessert he hadn’t gotten at dinner. He traded off from fucking you with his tongue, to sucking your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the bundle of nerves that were practically singing from his focused attention. He moaned into you when you threaded your hands in his hair again, tugging at the roots to have something to hold onto.

Your legs started to shake, and Minho could tell it wouldn’t take much more to push you over the edge. However, he wasn’t done playing with you yet. He removed his mouth from you, going back to kissing your inner thigh again, this time sucking light marks into them while kneading the outside with his warm hand. Before you can whine in frustration, you feel the fingers of his other hand start exploring your pussy, letting them slide through the wetness that both of you had caused.

He slides one finger inside of you, making you clench around him immediately. He chuckles into your thigh as he works his finger in deeper, curling up, truly in search for something now.

He adds another finger, picking up his pace slightly when he hears how you moan from the feeling. He adjusts the angle of his fingers just a bit, and finds exactly what he was looking for. You let out a gasping cry, Minho rubbing against a soft spot within you that has your eyes rolling back into your head. He puts his mouth back on your clit, sucking hard as his fingers move even faster, and before you even realize it’s happening, you’re cumming all over his hand and face, shaking violently around his head, crying out in pure pleasure. He holds you tight, not letting your body slip in his grasp as he works you through the intense sensation.

You sincerely hope your neighbors didn’t hear, as they might just decide to call the cops at the disturbance, but then you hazily laugh to yourself at the thought. If they did decide to do that, you already had a cop here to take care of it.

Once your shaking slowed, Minho set your leg back down, getting onto his feet as well. He then roughly pulls you to himself in a deliciously messy open-mouth kiss, making sure you got a good taste of yourself all over his lips and tongue. You moan into his mouth, and he swallows it up, a smile trying to break out across his face.

You never would have expected Minho, Officer Lee Minho, upstanding man of your city’s finest, behaving so utterly debauched. You didn’t like it.

You loved it.

 “I still need you to escort me to my bedroom, Officer,” you mumble against his lips, peering up at him through your lashes, giving him the best doe-eyed stare you could manage.

He puffs out a humored breath against your lips, smirking down at you.

“Show me the way, miss. I’ll keep you safe,” he mumbles back to you, taking a step back so you could lead him where you want him. Your smile leans more towards giddy than sexy as you pull him towards your bedroom.

When reaching your room, Minho uses the hand you were holding to pull you back into his chest, placing a hand on your cheek, the kiss you share being far more tender than the one from before. He slowly starts to back you up to your bed, and right before you fall back onto it, you remember something.

“Wait!” you gasp out, and Minho immediately freezes in place. He looks at you with such sincere concern, wondering what line he had just crossed.

“Just one second, before we get too much further,” you say with a sweet smile, and turn on your heel, jogging into your ensuite bathroom, closing the door.

Minho awkwardly stands there as he hears you clanging around in there, cabinets and drawers slamming shut, the sounds of things being shuffled around, eventually hearing you say “Aha!”, which made him chuckle.

A brief moment later, you open the door, strutting back out completely naked. Minho’s lips part at the sight, taking in your beautiful body. Fuck, he wanted to drop to his knees again, but then you say, ”Heads up!”, and toss something in his direction.

He catches it with ease, and looks down at what you threw. A golden foil packet. A condom.

“Had a hard time finding one of these, eh?” Minho laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at you, alluding to your apparent lack of need for them.

“Hey, I only invite the city’s finest in here, and would you believe, they’re hard to come by?” you tease, settling yourself in the middle of your bed.

Minho laughs, nodding his head at you, “Understandable.”

Minho then decides he’s had enough of being the only one fully clothed, in his uniform at that, not having the time to change before he raced to the restaurant.

He walks over to your dresser, and starts to undo his tactical belt, being responsible and taking apart all of the pieces he needed to for safety, specifically his gun. You sit up in bed, watching his movements with fascination. You see him set another item down, and you can’t help but blurt out,

“Could you maybe keep the ‘cuffs?”

He turns to look at you, raising his eyebrows as he lets out a pretty laugh. You bite your lip, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Now, Miss Y/N, I have to ask—are you only sleeping with me to live out some kinky cop fantasy?” Minho teases, but genuinely wanting your answer. He wouldn’t necessarily mind if that was the case, but he wanted it to be so much more.

“I don’t have a ‘kinky cop fantasy’, I have a kinky Lee Minho fantasy, and he just happens to be a cop. Is that an issue for you?” you honestly reply, sending him a quick wink.

A big smile spreads across his face, and he turns back to the dresser to hide it.

“Not at all,” he answers, going back to removing his belt and untucking his shirt from his slacks. He takes his time unbuttoning his blue uniform shirt, folding it neatly onto the dresser. He then takes off his white undershirt, flexing the muscles in his shoulders as he lifts it over his head. He knew your eyes were on him, and he wanted to show off a teeny bit.

He unbuttons his pants, and slides them, along with his underwear, down his legs. He picks them up to fold them as well.

You were drooling at the sight, almost from your mouth, but definitely from your pussy. He looked even more sexy than you could have imagined, and you only were staring at his toned back and perfectly round ass so far.

He turns around to face you, handcuffs in one hand, and the condom between his fingers in the other.

Oh fuck.

If you thought his back was perfect, it had nothing on his front. Gorgeously toned pecs, beautiful abs with the perfect amount of soft belly cushioning them, and a sexy little happy trail under his belly button leading down to his mouth-watering cock, fully hard and hanging heavy between his thick thighs.

You might actually be drooling from your mouth now.

“As a responsible citizen, I’m sure you’re aware of what the different colors for traffic lights mean?” Minho questions, strutting up to the end of the bed.

“Ooo and you’re calling me the kinky one, Officer Lee…yes, I know my traffic lights, and mine is green,” you tease as you slowly spread your legs out in front of him, giving him an unobstructed view of your glistening cunt.

He unthinkingly licks his lips as he stares you down, tossing the condom and cuffs onto the bed. He takes both hands and grabs your ankles, quickly pulling you down the bed until you’re flat on your back. You let out a little yelp that turns into a giggle, and he giggles too, climbing above you as he settles between your legs, leaning down to press short but searing kisses against your lips. You feel his hard length resting on your thigh—red, hot, and deliciously leaky.

You lift your arms to wrap around his neck, but he removes them from around him and pushes them above your head, touching your headboard. He pulls back from you to reach to the side, and then dangles his handcuffs in front of your face with one finger.

“You really want me to use these?” he asks, pretty eyes scanning your face, making sure it was something you were still comfortable with.

You sheepishly grin as you say, “Yes,” and Minho grins back. He reaches over your head and places the cuffs around your wrists, looping the chain through the iron rungs of your headboard. He checks to make sure the cuffs are secure, giving them a gentle tug, while also making sure they weren’t too tight around your wrists.

He sits back, admiring your form underneath him. So beautiful, so sexy, and completely at his mercy for the rest of the night.

He was going to take good care of you.

He spreads your legs further apart, mesmerized by the way your pussy lips spread apart for him. He feels his mouth salivating just looking at you.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he says under his breath, and you let out a heavy sigh at his words, cheeks starting to redden at his unyielding gaze.

He reaches over for the condom on the bed, and tears at the packet with his teeth, spitting a piece of foil to the side. He removes the condom from the packet, and slowly rolls it onto his painfully hard cock, letting out a breath along with it.

You can’t take your eyes off of his fat cock. You want it in you, need it in you so badly. You wish you could just let him take you raw, feeling every vein and ridge along your gummy walls. You’d have to look into doing something about that for the next time…please, let there be a next time.

He shuffles forward until his gorgeously heavy cock is able to rest right on top of your spread-out cunt, and holds the base steady as he glides it through your slick folds, spreading the wetness all over both of you. You’re so wet that it makes the hair at his base dampen from the touch. He takes his time, just feeling you, his head tilting back at the sensation, both of you letting out a whispered gasp when his tip catches on your clit.

“More, more please,” you moan, bucking your hips up to try to feel more of him, even though the only way to feel anything more would be for him to be inside of you. The chain of the handcuffs clink against the headboard as you move, keeping you in place.

He lets out a raspy chuckle, still content with his gentle rocking movements.

“Are you giving me orders?” he questions, looking down at you with a menacing quirked eyebrow.

“No, I—” your response is cut off by the feeling of him tapping his cockhead against your clit, making you mewl at the embarrassingly loud smacking sounds.

“Please, please fuck me, Officer. Need your cock to fill me up so bad. Cock is so big, so pretty. Let my pussy make it feel good. I know you’ll like it, Officer Lee,” you manage to babble out, practically begging him for his cock. You had no shame in it, either. You’d do anything for him to have you.

“Think so? Is this pussy gonna make me cum?” Minho replies, a minor taunt in his voice.

He bites his lip as he watches you rapidly nod your head, legs squirming next to him.

“Okay, jagiya. I’ll fuck this sweet pussy, give it to you good since you’re offering it to me so kindly. But on one condition—you don’t cum until I give you permission. Officer’s orders,” he says, somehow cooing and threatening you at the same time, leaning down until his lips barely hover over yours.

“Understand?” he breathes over your lips, eyes caressing your face.

Your brain short-circuits for a moment. You swear you feel your cunt get even wetter at his words. You lick your lips, eyes looking over his face as his were to you, matching the tension he created.

“Yes, Officer. I understand.”

His lips are on yours immediately, managing to kiss you even filthier than before. He takes what he wants, licking into your mouth, savoring the taste of your tongue, and puts action to the phrase “swapping spit”.

He pulls back with a groan, just before you reach your limit from lack of oxygen. Your chest was rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. He’s got you like this and he hasn’t even fucked you yet? Shit. He was going to ruin you.

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, he starts lining his tip at your entrance, ever so slightly pushing in. He pushes a little more, just barely, and keeps that slow progression as he sinks into you, forcing you to feel it all.

You try to steel your expressions as he does so, but your eyes were already wanting to cross from the massive stretch as his fat cock filled you. You bite your lip so hard you might just break the skin.

“That feel good, jagiya? You’re taking my cock so well. So tight,” Minho asks, trying to keep a straight face himself, but not being able to hide his quiet grunt as he feels you clench at his compliment.

You nod with a little hum, but it’s not enough for Minho. He places his big, veiny hand against your lower pelvis, pressing down just enough, adding pressure that he could feel from inside you, and gently grinds into you.

You can’t help the groan that leaves your lips, the pressure of him inside and outside feeling indescribably good. This man was in your fucking guts, and it made your brain go fuzzy.

“That ‘a girl, let it out for me,” he encourages, sighing with admiration at how your body was reacting to him. Your noises were so pretty, and he wanted you to give him more.

He continues to grind into you, so deliciously yet frustratingly slow. Even with the condom, you felt every detail of him inside you. Gliding in, and almost all the way out, again and again, rolling his hips as he stroked the deepest parts of you, leaning over you with one hand pushing into the mattress, the other gripping the meat of your thigh and holding your leg around him. You felt like your body was humming, buzzing as your nerves sent every little sensation to your brain. You felt it tingling up your spine, down your legs, and even in your toes. You knew as soon as he decided to pick up the pace, you’d cum way too fast. He was winding you up tighter, and tighter, drawing out pretty gasps and moans from you that flowed more with every stroke. He stopped trying to hinder his own sounds, letting his airy moans and uhh’s mix with yours, your bodies harmonizing with one another.

After what feels like ages, already delirious from his slow but thorough fucking, he gradually began to pick up the pace. His slow grinds turned into steady rutting, then turned into rhythmic pounding, with his thick thighs slapping against the backs of yours.

“Nnngh ‘m gonna cum!” you whine out a warning, your orgasm racing up on you after being wound up for so long.

“You’re going to disobey an officer’s orders Y/N? Aren’t you better than that?” Minho jabs, voice rougher than normal, panting breaths layering his words.

“ ‘m trying! I c-can’t hold it!” you cry out, feeling helpless in the best way possible.

“What’s your color?” he growls, leaning in next to your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“Green! So fucking green, don’t stop Minho,” you beg, tears of pleasure starting to run down your face and onto your pillows.

“Then you’re going to hold it like a good girl. Don’t you dare cum,” Minho commands through his teeth, but shows some mercy and slows his pace, spacing out his thrusts, letting you find control of yourself again.

But he’s feeling just as fucked out as you are, and he’s not much better off than you in holding off his own orgasm.

He hooks his arms under your knees, folding you in half as he leans his body over, chest brushing up against yours, and his arms extend further above you to grab onto the rungs of your headboard, hands next to yours. You’re pinned under him and his cock, pushing your limits of flexibility, but fuck does it feel good.

His pace builds right back up to where he had you teetering on the edge, but more intense now, just fucking drilling into your swollen pussy, making the headboard move and slam back into the wall with every one of his thrusts. You didn’t care that he might break it, and you didn’t care that your neighbors could hear, all you cared about was cumming all over his cock and taking him over the edge with you.

“Min! I—I can-’t, please! Please let me cum!” you squeal out, feeling the tension in your core reaching its peak. Your pussy was clenching around him, walls fluttering, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold off any longer.

One of his hands lets go of the headboard and grabs onto your chin instead, lightly squeezing your jaw.

“You fucking cum for me, right now,” Minho growls in your face, and watches your eyes roll back into your head at his command, white-hot pleasure shattering you apart, causing your back to arch harshly into him, convulsing against his body with no control over your movements.

Your pussy squeezes around his cock like a vice, and with how mind-blowingly pretty you looked unravelling beneath him, he moans loudly as he unloads his hot release into the condom, his own body shaking from the intensity.

He stays buried in you, weakly grinding into you as you both pant like animals as you come down from your highs. Once you both find the ability to breathe somewhat normally again, Minho gently pulls out, making you whimper at the loss of fullness.

He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the keys to the handcuffs, and proceeds to finally free your wrists from the headboard. When he unlinks them, he notices faint red lines around your wrists, and you see his face fall.

“I really tried to make sure these didn’t hurt you,” he sincerely whispers as he flops onto his side next to you, a pout pulling at his bottom lip.

“But it didn’t hurt. You don’t understand how fucking good all of that felt,” you say as you prop your head up onto your hand, a genuine smile breaking out across your face as you turn look at him.

He chuckles, mirroring you by propping his head into his hand too, “I do, though. You’re amazing.”

“I know. I told you you’d like this pussy,” you reply with a cocky smirk.

“No—well, yes—but no,” he giggles, but then his face turns more serious, his eyes looking down at the mattress. His free hand takes hold of yours between the two of you, and gently plays with your fingers as he continues, “it’s more than that, Y/N. I wouldn’t have done all that with just anyone. I really, really like you. Ever since I saw you in the precinct, even as shaken up as you were, I thought you were beautiful. And then I got to spend time around you, got to know you, and you turned out to be beautiful on the inside, too. I like being with you. I like who I am when I’m with you. I don’t want us to end here tonight. I want to be so much more to you than this. Would…would you let me? Would you…want to be my girlfriend?”

You’re shocked into momentary silence. Minho’s heart drops in his chest at your lack of response, and forces himself to meet your eyes to face rejection.

But all he sees is you with a big, stupid grin on your face.

“I’d love that, Minho. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend,” you giddily answer, fingers lightly squeezing his, your feet subtly kicking at sheets in excitement.

Minho grins back at you just as stupidly, bunny teeth on full display. He frees his hand from yours and reaches to the back of your neck, pulling you into him, making the hand under your head fall to the mattress to brace yourself. He meets you in the middle to smash his lips into yours, passionate and sweet, a small smile forming into the kiss.

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, lost in the moment, when suddenly, a tiny dip in the bed and a movement behind his shoulder makes him jump.

You laugh at his reaction, seeing the cause of the problem—a cute, fluffy problem.

”You have a cat?” he gasps in awe as he watches the cat climb over him to get to you.

“Um, yeah,” you laugh, reaching out to pet her, and Minho gently does the same, scratching behind her ear, a light purr rumbling out from your kitty at the attention, “This is my babygirl, Mochi. I didn’t know she was hiding in here. She’s probably traumatized after all we just did,” you laugh again, feeling a little guilty for possibly scarring your cat for life. You know she never had heard you make noises quite like that before. Poor baby.

Something fuzzy and warm bubbles up in Minho’s chest as he watches you continue petting your cat, who is now making her way behind you.

“Actually, scratch the girlfriend thing—can you marry me?” Minho asks, another stupid grin on his face.

Your head snaps back to him, and he giggles at your initial shocked expression. You then narrow your eyes at him, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips.

“Now, Officer Lee, isn’t that a dangerous question to ask me? What if I say ‘yes’?” you answer, flirtingly leaning in closer to his face.

“I wouldn’t have become a cop if I didn’t like a little bit of danger,” he answers back, closing in on you, eyes watching your lips.

“Hmm…,” you hum, ”I might need to be ‘cuffed a few more times before I trade them in for a ring.”

“That can be arranged,” Minho breathes out over your lips, then firmly presses his lips into yours, gently rolling himself on top of you.

Mochi doesn’t make the same mistake twice, and scurries out of your bedroom.

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