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GHOST OF YOU (PT. 2) | lee minho x fem ! reader

cursing & smut & slight angst & fluff & dad ! minho & mom ! reader & more under the cut !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

minho is not a man who lives his life looking backward. he doesn't want to regret a moment of his life. he knows he can't change the past. and in most aspects, he would never want to. minho's greatest joy in his life is his daughter. minho's only regret is her mother.

there are so many things you wish you could change about the past. in many ways, you've spent a lot of time looking back instead of looking forward. the one thing you would never change is having your son.

minho--a man so focused on moving forward he refuses to look back. you--someone so focused on the past that you can't bring yourself to look forward. both of you have had your fair share of past hurts. but maybe together, the future will be brighter than it has been for a long time.

SEE PART ONE HERE !!! // read on AO3

want more of this story ? see texts w dad ! minho here ! (coming soon)

for better visualization, find the pinterest board here & spotify playlist here !

GENERAL WARNINGS | mentions of death (no major characters), mentions of reader being previously married, mentions of food / eating, reader gets drunk at one point, slow burn, sexual tension (?), sweet pet names, reader has a son, SWEARING, reader wears minho's shirt at one point, dad minho (please let me know if there is anything else)

SMUT WARNINGS | penetrative (p in v) sex, unprotected (consensual) sex (reader mentions she's on birth control & both state they are clean BUT please practice safe sex irl), a lot of praise, minho reassures yn of insecurities, fingering (f receiving), sweet aftercare (please let me know if there is anything else)

WORD COUNT | 14.8k , approx. 1hr 2min read

NOTES | and now the second part of dad minho is OUT <33 thank you again to everyone for your support and patience <3 i hope you'll enjoy this <3 WARNING IT STARTS OFF SPICY FDKFJ literally right from the start of this part hahah

dedicated to all the people who have felt like the past is too much to carry alone. and also to everyone who let me share snippets of this before it was finished only to get as giddy about it as i am. this is for anyone who needs a little extra comfort in a hard place and for anyone who has felt heartbreak so big you worried you’d never come back from it. so actually, what i mean to say, is this is dedicated to all of you. enjoy ♡ 

eight

He was panting in your ear, strong arms caging you underneath him. He groaned a little as he pressed himself further into you. “Yn.” 

You gasped, your own hands coming up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you. “Fuck, Minho.” 

He moaned softly as you clawed down his back, trying to hold onto him as he rolled his hips into you harder, faster. “God, I’m so fucking close.” 

“M-me too—”

“Mom!” Your eyes flew open and you sat up quickly, looking at your son in the doorway. It was a dream. Fuck. 

“Haru, what’s wrong? What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged before leaving your room again, “but I’m hungry!” 

It was 9:00 a.m. Saturday. Three weeks after you bared your heart to Minho. Three weeks after he admitted to wanting you. Three weeks after you’d finally admitted to yourself that you wanted him. It was Saturday and you’d had a dream about Minho. A wet dream. 

You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly. You could still feel yourself throbbing. You’d never had your release. You could almost feel him on your skin. But that was impossible. You’d never been with him like that. 

You climbed out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to make breakfast for Haru and yourself, pushing all thoughts of Minho and your dream about him out of your mind. 

Yet, as you pushed Minho out of your mind, you seemed to be infiltrating his. 

He felt terrible, but he just couldn’t stop. He hadn’t felt relief like this in too long. It was hard to do anything with a toddler around, so the shower had become his solace. 

It was early, too early for him to be awake on a Saturday, and yet there he was in his shower with a hand wrapped firmly around his hardened dick. What had started this, one might ask. He’d have to be truthful and answer that it was the dream he’d had about you. 

He’d dreamed of you and woke up with his dick harder than it had been in a long time. And he felt awful. What would you think if you saw him right now? If you knew what he was doing? But the thought didn’t exactly stop him. It only turned him on even more. 

He moaned your name softly, in the solitude of his shower, careful not to wake his daughter. He kept quiet, also, to keep the shame from bubbling up his throat. If he was quiet, maybe it would go away. 

It didn’t. Not even when he came all over his hand, immersed in pure ecstasy. The shame only grew. What was he doing?

Minho couldn’t look you in the eye the next time you dropped Haru off for dance. You didn’t notice because you couldn’t look him in the eye either. You quickly dropped your son off, said a brief hello to Minho and turned to leave again. You didn’t get far before he grabbed your wrist. 

“Hey.” You finally looked him in the eye and you had to look away again. He looked at you so tenderly. You couldn’t take it. “We’re not doing this again. What’s going on, why are you avoiding me?” 

You couldn’t exactly tell him you were avoiding him because he made you insanely horny to the point you were having vivid dreams about him. But there really was no other reason. “I-I’m not avoiding you. I’m just busy today.” 

“Okay.” He frowned but didn’t press it. 

“Actually…” You paused, unsure if you should finish your thought. But the attentive way he looked at you pulled the words out of you with ease. “Haru and I were going to go camping next month. I-If you’re not busy, would you and Jiyeon like to come with us?” 

His eyes lit up again. “Camping? Sure. I’d like that. I know Jiyeon would enjoy it too.” 

“Okay,” you nodded, swallowing your nerves and looking him in the eye again. “I’ll text you the details. We can figure out all the logistics together.” 

“Together,” he whispered. He watched as you left the dance studio waving a little as you went. He couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day. Together. 

He couldn’t wait to go camping with you. 

As soon as you got to work, you told Ryujin everything—from the realization of your feelings for him to your dream to asking him to go camping with you. Ryujin listened with wide eyes, her smile growing as your story continued to progress. When you finished, she just leaned back in her seat and looked at you. 

“I knew this would happen.” 

“What?” 

She looked at you intently. “From the moment you told me Haru was going to 5-STAR, I knew you’d fall in love with Minho. And ever since that time at the park, I had a feeling he would fall for you too. Damn, I’ve been waiting for you guys to realize it too. Didn’t think it’d take you both so long.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault I was scared!” You pouted at her and she laughed a little, nodding in agreement. 

“That’s true. Anyways. When are you going to tell Minho that you have feelings for him?” 

“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “Maybe when we go camping.” 

Ryujin looked thoughtful and nodded slowly as she mulled it over. “That would be a good time I think. Do it when it’s just the two of you around the fire after the kids have gone to sleep. I think that would be perfect.”

“I’ll tell him when and how I want to,” you huffed, crossing your arms and glaring at her playfully.

She shrugged, “If you say so. I was just trying to give you some advice. You haven’t confessed to someone in a long time, so you’re probably out of practice.”

“Hey! Don’t be mean!”

“I’m not being mean,” she laughed and stood, making her way back to her own office. “Just honest.”

You rolled your eyes at her as she left, but deep in your heart you knew she was right. You were out of practice. Even though you had heard Minho confess that he liked you romantically, you were still terrified to admit to him out loud that you felt the same. So, all you could do was take her advice and hope it went well. 

If only you knew you had nothing to fear. Minho was head over heels for you and was also out of practice. Any confession would be good enough for him. More than good enough. 

“Jisung,” Minho breathed when his best friend answered the phone. “Hey. So, you know that girl I’ve been telling you about?” 

“Yeah, yn, right?” 

Minho nodded, dragging a hand through his hair as he sat on his bed, phone still pressed to his ear. “Yeah. She, uh, she invited Jiyeon and me to go camping with her and her son next month.” 

“That’s great, isn’t it?” 

Jisung was excited for his friend. Truthfully, he thought it was long overdue for Minho to open up his heart to someone else. Of course, who was he to say that to him? So, he kept silent. Now, Minho was opening up his heart, but something still seemed to be holding him back. 

“I-I mean, yeah it is. The thing is… I want to tell her how I feel about her, but I just… don’t know how or when.” Minho paused when he heard a crash from Jiyeon’s room. He got up and peeked into her room to see her bin of Legos on its side, thousands of the tiny, colorful, plastic bricks spilling out onto the floor. He went back to his room. 

“Why don’t you tell her while you guys are camping?” Jisung suggested. “You guys will be more relaxed there and it’ll be a kind of romantic setting don’t you think? Out in nature, practically alone, sitting together by the campfire, potentially huddling together to keep warm—”

“Okay, yeah,” Minho laughed as Jisung started to ramble. He sighed a little and smiled to himself. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” 

“Of course I’m right. Have I ever led you astray?”

“I mean there was that one time when you—”

“Hey!” Minho could hear Jisung pouting through the phone, “We agreed not to talk about that.” 

“You’re right, you’re right.” 

Jisung sighed, “Anyway, man, I have to go. Haneul is sick and I left a date with a really hot girl to take care of her. So, if I have to leave a hot date for my daughter, I definitely have to leave this call with you.”

“Sounds like duty calls. Tell me about your date later, yeah? Thanks for your help.”

“No problem, hyung.” Jisung laughed and Minho could envision him nodding his head as he got ready to hang up. “Talk to you later, bye!”

“Bye.”

Minho was about to set his phone down and check on Jiyeon when his phone started buzzing in his hand again. When he saw the name displayed at the top of his screen, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across face. He was quick to answer. 

“Hey, yn.” 

“Hi,” you breathed back. You always felt breathless around Minho these days. You supposed that came with the newfound realization that you were quickly falling for him. 

“Did you need something?” 

“Uh, yeah, actually. I was wondering if now is a good time to talk about the camping trip next month? I just want to make sure we plan ahead and have everything worked out ahead of time and—” 

“No, yeah, for sure,” Minho interrupted your rambling and you could hear the tender smile in his voice. “Yeah, now is a good time. Give me just a second, I’m just going to check on Jiyeon and make sure she’s still doing okay.” 

“Okay.” 

Minho set the phone down and made his way down the hall to check on his daughter. When he poked his head into her room again, she was still playing with her dolls and Legos. “Hey, sweetheart. You doing okay?” 

“Yeah!” 

“I’m on a phone call right now, but I’ll start making dinner soon, okay? Are you hungry?” 

“Yeah, a little bit.” Jiyeon turned to look back at her dad. “I know you’re on the phone with Haru’s mom. I heard you say her name. You like her don’t you?” 

“Of course I like her. We’re good friends—”

“No, dad. You like her. Like, you want to marry her!” 

Minho shook his head and chuckled softly at his daughter’s antics, leaning against the doorframe. “I don’t know if it’s that extreme yet. But you’re right. I do like her.”

“Good. She’s nice. I like her. You should go talk to her now.” 

“Okay,” Minho took one last look at his daughter before turning to leave. “Okay. I’m just going to be in my room, yeah?” 

When Minho got back to his bedroom and picked up his phone, he could hear you on the other end, singing a song to yourself softly. It was some children’s song he recognized from a CD he’d bought to play for Jiyeon on long car rides. He listened for a moment longer before speaking softly. “Hey, are you still there?” 

“Oh, yeah! Hey. I’m here.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how cute you were. “Hey. So, you were saying?”

“Right!” You pulled out your notebook and a pen so you could write down any plans you made together. “Well, usually, Haru and I go tent camping, and our tent is big enough to fit a family of five so, if you wanted to save on space and didn’t mind it, you could share the tent with us. I have a big air mattress we can blow up and… share… if you want. And I have a smaller one for the kids.” 

His heart fluttered and squeezed in his chest at the thought of sharing a bed with you. Having to cuddle up to you to keep warm. In a tent, out in the open, under countless stars. “Sure, I don’t mind sharing. That sounds perfect.” 

“Okay, great.” Minho could hear you exhale softly in relief. He could picture your eyes lighting up. He wished he could see you. “So as far as food, do you want to, like… divide and conquer?” 

“Yeah, we could do that. I can bring meat and all of the seasonings needed for it. Vegetables too. And drinks?” 

“Alright, then I’ll bring fruits and sides, like chips and stuff.” 

“Perfect,” Minho agreed. He wasn’t sure what to say—he didn’t know what other planning things you needed from him. But he wanted to keep talking to you. 

You hummed a little as you wrote in your notebook. He could hear the scratching of your pen on the paper, could imagine your lip tucked between your teeth as you wrote. “So, there’s this campsite I usually book this time of year that’s absolutely beautiful and I can reserve that place if you want! Unless you would prefer we look around a little or something—”

“No! Th-that sounds great actually. We can reserve a spot there.” 

Minho wished he was better with words. He wished he could tell you how much he loved your laugh, how much he loved your voice. He wanted to listen to you talk forever. But he also wanted to tell you all the things he loved about you. He wanted you to feel loved. He wanted you to know just how much he adored you. Every part of you. Everything about you. 

But he wasn’t great with words. He didn’t know what to say. And all he could do was listen as you wrote in your notebook, preparing for the camping trip a month away. 

nine

As the weeks went by, anticipation grew in your chest. All you could think about was spending the long weekend out in nature with Minho and sharing a bed with him and curling up to him to stay warm. Would he want that? Would he prefer you keep your distance? Would he still be scared to admit how he felt for you? 

“Yn, you’re daydreaming again.” Ryujin’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked over at her from where you were sitting on the floor packing your bag for the camping trip. 

You shook your head and went back to folding your clothes and adding them to the bag. “Sorry.”

“Are you thinking about Minho?” Ryujin smirked at you and moved to sit closer to you, helping you fold your clothes and pack your toiletries. “Are you thinking about what it’ll be like to sleep next to him?” 

You shoved her playfully, but you couldn’t deny she was right. “Yeah, kind of. What if… what if I fuck this up?”

“How could you possibly fuck this up? He is so into you, yn.” 

“I’m just… worried I guess. Overthinking.” 

Ryujin grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look at her. “Listen to me. He likes you. It will not go wrong.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Okay, yeah, you’re right.” 

“Of course I am,” she grinned proudly at you and stood. “I’m going to hang out with Haru. He’s more fun than you, Mrs. Mopey McMoperson.” 

You stuck your tongue out at her, not caring how childish you seemed. “Whatever. Have fun playing cars with my four year old.” 

“I will!”

Minho, in his apartment ten minutes away from you, found himself in a similar state of mind. He’d been thinking about you almost constantly for the past month—ever since he’d realized his feelings for you. Ever since you offered to share a bed with him on your camping trip.

“Hey, lover boy,” Jisung snapped his fingers in Minho’s face, pulling him from his state of deep thinking. Jisung’s over dramatic whining was pretty hard to ignore. “Pay attention when we talk to you!”

Minho looked around the room at the friends he had over. He’d invited Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin, and Felix to bring their children for a playdate with Jiyeon and also to help him prepare for the camping trip he’d be going on with you that weekend. All four men were staring at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to answer some question he hadn’t heard.

“Uh, sorry. I’m just distracted.”

“Yeah, because you’re thinking about yn,” Chan snorted, shaking his head and grinning to himself. “Never thought I’d see the day when our Minho fell in love again.” 

“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves—”

“You do love her though. We can all see it. We’ve seen you crushing on people before, we’ve seen harmless romantic feelings, and we’ve seen you in love. You’re definitely in love with her.” Hyunjin’s words logically made sense to Minho but he still felt like he was hearing a foreign language. Him? In love? He hadn’t thought it was possible either. 

Felix nodded in agreement. “Please, hyung, I haven’t seen you smile so much in a long time. You’re head over heels for her.” 

“You guys should have heard the way he talked about her on the phone,” Jisung piped in, laughing loudly, “He was swooning!”

Minho glared at him, about to snap some harsh remark at him when five young children marched into the living room in a line, as if there was something serious to talk about. Chan’s son Yunseo, the oldest, led the line of children followed by Hoyeon, Haneul, Jiyeon, and Eunji. Eunji toddled along behind them, much smaller than the rest, but none of them minded. They’d all been best friends since birth, so their age didn’t really matter. 

“We would like to perform a dance for you,” Yunseo declared, voice sounding very formal and clipped. 

Jiyeon practically jumped up and down as she nodded. “Yeah! Yunseo and I taught the dance!” 

“Go ahead and show us, then, sweetheart,” Minho cooed, the glare instantly melting from his face as he watched his daughter speak with such excitement. 

“Here, dad, you play the music,” Hoyeon said, matter-of-factly, guiding Felix to pull out his phone and turn on the song they’d decided to dance to. 

Haneul shuffled shyly over to Jisung, whispering softly in his ear. “Dad, will you hold my tiara? It kept falling off when we were practicing.” 

“Of course, baby,” Jisung smiled widely at his daughter, helping her take the tiara off of her head. “I’ll keep it safe for you while you dance.”

The music started and the five children began to dance. Honestly, the dance was pretty good considering it was choreographed by a six year old and a four year old. They weren’t the most coordinated, but Minho thought it was still the best performance he’d ever watched. Maybe he was a little biased, though. 

When the dance finished, Minho and his friends clapped and cheered loudly for their children. Hyunjin’s daughter, Eunji, hopped over to her dad and gave him a hug. “Did I do good, Dad?” 

“You did great, my love. Should we get you into some dance classes this fall? Would you like that?” 

Eunji nodded, grinning widely. “Yeah! I can take classes with Jiyeon at Uncle Minho’s studio!” 

“Yeah?” Hyunjin looked up at Minho. “Would that be alright? I’d pay for her, of course but—”

“You know you guys don’t have to pay. Family is free.”

Family. 

The smile on Hyunjin’s face said everything he couldn’t express with words. “Right. Family is free. Then I’ll call tomorrow and get Eunji enrolled in the classes for the fall.” 

“Dad, can I do it too? Please?” Hoyeon whined, pouting cutely as she clung to Felix’s knees. And how could he ever say no to her?

“Of course. I’ll call tomorrow too.” 

Haneul opened her mouth to beg Jisung as well, but he was one step ahead of her. “I texted Soomin already, sweetheart. You know I would forget if I had to do it tomorrow.”

“What about you, Yunseo? Do you want to dance at Uncle Minho’s studio?” Chan asked, fixing his son’s disheveled hair. 

Yunseo shrugged, seemingly unbothered. “Sure. Just for a little bit though. I want to try baseball too!” 

Minho laughed and reached down to scoop Jiyeon into his arms from where she was seated on the floor in front of him. “I’m sure your Uncle Seungmin would be more than happy to help you out with that dream.” 

A knock on his door interrupted the conversation they were having. Minho stood, a bit confused. He hadn’t been expecting any guests. 

But when he opened the door, his heart soared. There you were. 

“Yn, I wasn’t expecting you!”

“Ah, yeah, sorry.” You looked around him nervously, hearing laughter from inside his house. “I-Is now a bad time? I can just call or come back another time? It’s nothing important, I was just wanting to… talk to you. Actually, I’ll just go. I don’t really know why I came, I—”

“You don’t have to go.” His voice was soft and you looked up at him, wide-eyed. He looked at you so gently, so full of emotion you felt your heart beating in your throat. 

“Are you sure? Looks like you have a full house right now.” 

He shook his head. “I’m sure. Why don’t you come in?” 

“Okay.” You took a breath and stepped in hesitantly, bowing politely to the group of men in Minho’s living room. 

“They’re just over for a playdate. These are my brothers and their kids.” 

You caught onto the way he called them his brothers. You’d talked to him before about how he’d grown up an only child. These must be the best friends he spoke so highly of. You smiled at them and waved a little. “Hey.” 

“Where’s Haru?” 

“Ah, he’s with Ryujin. A-actually, Ryujin was the one who told me I should come over.” 

“Do you think he’d want to come over and play with the kids?” Minho asked carefully, not wanting to overstep any of your boundaries. “If he wanted to, maybe Ryujin could bring him? Ryujin could stay if she wanted, too.” 

“You know, maybe I should have her bring Haru over here. Ryu was wanting to meet up with some of our other friends at her apartment anyway.” You pulled out your phone to text Ryujin, nibbling on your bottom lip as you did so out of nervousness. You could feel the four men in the living room watching you. It made you anxious. They meant a lot to Minho, so you could help but want to impress them. 

“They’re all welcome here as well, if they want to hang out with us.” Minho offered, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I-I mean, only if they want to.”

You looked up at him and smiled softly. Your smile put him at ease. “You know, what? That sounds kind of awesome. Let me ask Ryujin what she thinks.”

You texted Ryujin and after some back and forth, she decided she’d bring the girls and Haru to Minho’s apartment to hang out as one big friend group. You told Minho and he smiled so widely you thought your heart would melt. He finally brought you over to meet the guys, guiding you to sit beside him on the couch. When Jiyeon saw you, she ran and gave you a hug and it made your heart ache in a way you didn’t understand. 

“This is yn. She’s who I’ll be going camping with this weekend.” Minho’s hand fell on your knee and he squeezed it once to comfort you before gesturing to each of the men in the living room and naming them as he went. “Yn, these are my best friends, Chan, Felix, Hyunjin, and Jisung. I’ve told you about them before.” 

Jiyeon climbed onto the couch on your other side and curled into you. It was so cute you had to resist the urge to coo at her. “She’s Haru’s mom! Haru is my bestest friend from dance class! He’s really nice and he’s good at dancing too!” She turned to look at you intently. “Is Haru coming over?” 

“Yeah, he is. He should be here soon!” 

Jiyeon hummed happily and turned to look at her friends all chattering with each other and playing together all over the living room. She slid off the couch and joined them, so you looked up at the men sitting around you. They were all looking at you already. 

“So, yn,” Chan started, leaning back against the couch and positioning himself more comfortably. “Minho says you met at his dance studio. What made you want to enroll your son in dance classes there?” 

Minho groaned in embarrassment and buried his face in his hands. He didn’t say anything though. He knew nothing could stop his friends’ interrogation of you. You looked at Minho before looking back at Chan and answering. “Well, it was the dance studio that was closest to my apartment and it also had the best reviews. When I took Haru to Minho’s studio, I also found out that my best friend, Ryujin, is also an old friend of his, so there was that connection also.” 

“So you became friends because you had a mutual friend?” Felix asked, head tilting to the side cutely as he spoke. 

“Sort of,” you laughed and nodded. You felt yourself relaxing bit by bit as you spoke to them. “But we also became friends because our kids were friends.” 

Hyunjin was about to say something when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID and then smiled sheepishly at all of you. “One second, it’s my girlfriend.” 

He stood and walked into Minho’s bedroom to take the call. Everyone watched intently as he walked away. Felix hummed thoughtfully. “She had her last final last week. Do you think she got the results back and that’s why she’s calling?” 

“Probably,” Chan shrugged. “I’m sure she aced it. She’s fucking smart.” 

You felt a little awkward listening to them talk about people you didn’t know at all. But then there was a knock on the door. You and Minho both stood up quickly and then laughed at how you had mirrored one another. You followed him to the door, anticipating it being your friends and your son. 

“Mom!” Haru yelled when the door opened. He hugged you tightly, looking up at you with big, starry eyes. “Auntie Ryujin told me that we’re here for a playdate with Jiyeon.” 

“That’s right, baby.” You brushed his hair out of his face and then gestured to where all the kids were playing. “Jiyeon’s over there with her other friends. Why don’t you go play with them?” 

Haru slipped out of his shoes and all but skipped over to Jiyeon to greet her. You turned to find your friends talking to Minho. He looked at them kindly, but it wasn’t the same look he’d had when he greeted you. You smiled at that. It made you feel special. 

Ryujin hugged you first before squeezing past you to come inside. Your other friends, Yeji, Sohee, and Chaehyun followed, each of them squealing a little and hugging you. It had been too long since you’d all hung out together. Minho watched attentively and then ushered all of you back into the living room. He was running out of places to seat people. 

“These are my friends,” you said proudly, pointing each of them out as you introduced them. “Ryujin, Yeji, Sohee, and Chaehyun.” 

Each of them waved a little before finding places to sit. Sohee was the first to speak up. “It’s nice to meet you guys.”

Chan nodded and smiled warmly at her. “It’s great to meet you as well.” 

Hyunjin came back into the room with a huge smile on his face. “She passed her final! She’s done with her classes for the semester!” 

The guys all cheered happily. You figured they must all be close with Hyunjin’s girlfriend for them to be so excited about her passing her final. You wondered, for a brief moment, what it would be like to be with Minho like that. If his friends would be excited about your accomplishments like they were for Hyunjin’s girlfriend right now. 

“I told you, she’s fucking smart!” Chan cheered, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder as he sat back down beside him. 

“I’ll have to tell my fiancee when I get home,” Felix chimed in, wrapping an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders as well. “She’ll want to celebrate with her.” 

“Tell her congrats from me, Hyun.” Jisung added, smiling widely as Hyunjin texted his girlfriend excitedly. 

You looked over at your friends, smiling a little when you saw them all chatting happily with one another. Ryujin and Yeji sat side by side, hip to hip, as they spoke in hushed tones. You would have to ask Ryujin if things were really strictly friends between them later. Chaehyun and Sohee giggled over something on Chaehyun’s phone. You looked at Minho. He was looking at you. 

“Mom!” Haru was in front of you suddenly, holding his hand out to you as his bottom lip wobbled and his eyes filled with tears. “I hurt my finger.” 

“Oh, baby,” you said softly, taking his small hand in yours and inspecting it. He wasn’t bleeding, but you could tell the finger was red and definitely sore. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” 

He nodded quickly, “Yes, please.” 

“Okay, sweetheart.” You brought his hand closer to you, kissing his finger gently. You smiled at him and combed your fingers through his hair soothingly. “All better. Be careful when you play, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

He ran off to play again and you realized the other people in the room had gotten much quieter. You looked around at everyone already looking at you. “Sorry, he just likes when I kiss it better…” 

“Why are you apologizing?” Jisung asked, confusion taking over his adorable features. “We just think you’re so sweet with him. It’s nice to watch.”

“Oh,” you looked away shyly. Minho pressed his shoulder into yours. It was something so small, but it comforted you more than you cared to admit. 

“Yeah, yn’s pretty much like, the best mom ever,” Chaehyun bragged on you, grinning up at you proudly. “Maybe I’m just a little biased though.” 

Sohee nodded in agreement. “She’s the best with Haru. Yn’s always been like… the mom friend of our little group, but even more so after Haru was born.”

“You can always count on yn to bring sunscreen to a beach day,” Yeji laughed and leaned into Ryujin as she talked. 

“Or for her to bring mosquito repellent when you’re camping!” Ryujin added, giggling and leaning back into Yeji. 

You felt slightly embarrassed that your friends were talking about you like this, but you were also happy to hear they loved you so much and thought you were a good mom and friend. You looked at Minho again out of the corner of your eye and saw that he was still looking at you. 

“So I can count on you to bring sunscreen and mosquito repellent, hm?” He teased, leaning close to you so he could speak softly in your ear. “What if I get hurt, will you kiss it better?” 

You looked at him fully at that, feeling the heat creeping up your neck at his words. Suddenly, his living room was too warm. You swallowed thickly. “Would you want me to?” 

“Yeah,” he grinned slyly and leaned away from you. “So will you?”

“I-I mean, yeah, sure.” 

He nodded, satisfied with your answer. You stared at him as anticipation filled your chest again. You would be camping with him, alone except for your children, in just two days.

ten

Usually, you rented a car to pack all your camping gear and food into, but Minho offered to drive all of you this time. His car was big enough for the four of you and all of your collective camping gear and food. You, of course, agreed. Not only did this save you a little bit of money, it meant you got to spend more time with Minho. 

Minho met you at your apartment, early in the morning on Thursday. You’d taken off Thursday and Friday so that you could have more time to camp with Haru, Minho, and Jiyeon. When Minho knocked on your door at 7:30 a.m., you were practically vibrating with anticipation. You were excited. 

You enjoyed camping anyway, especially when it was with your son. But adding Minho and his lovely daughter into the mix? It all just felt so special. Especially with how big your feelings for him had become. And knowing he liked you too.

“Hey,” he grinned at you, leaning against the door frame as he held a sleepy Jiyeon on his hip. “Ready to go?” 

You nodded, smiling back, “Yeah. We’re ready.” 

Minho set Jiyeon down and the two of you gathered the camping gear and food that you would be bringing. You only had to make two trips before you were ushering your kids out the door and getting them buckled into their car seats in Minho’s car. 

When you were all settled in the car, Minho started to drive. Since you’d been to the campsite before, you were his navigator. He also put you in charge of the aux cord, but you took music requests from Haru and Jiyeon (until they fell asleep, not even twenty minutes into the drive). While the kids slept, you put on a playlist of slow R&B songs for background music. 

“Take a right here to get onto the interstate, and then take the first exit.” 

Minho nodded and adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. You found your eyes drawn to his hands again—one stationed on the wheel and the other on the gearshift. You almost wished he’d reach across and put his hand on your thigh. You shook the thought from your head and directed your gaze to your phone again to check the directions. 

“So, do you go camping here every year?” Minho’s voice was soft as he spoke. He didn’t look at you, eyes fixed on the road in front of him, occasionally flicking to check his mirrors. 

You nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you. “Yeah. My… ex-husband started the tradition before Haru was even born. He wanted to turn it into a family reunion sort of thing one day when our family was big enough for that.”

“It’s really…” Minho huffed as he tried to find the right words to say. He was frustrated that they seemed to elude him. “It’s really lovely that you’re still continuing it.” 

“Yeah I… I think he would want me to.” You sat in silence for a long moment and then decided to break it with a question. “Have you and Jiyeon ever been camping?”

Minho sighed softly at that and shook his head. “No. I mean, I have been camping before, but not with Jiyeon. Honestly, it kind of slipped my mind. I think she’ll really enjoy it though, so I think it’s something I’d like for us to do more often.”

“Haru really likes it,” you agreed, nodding a little. “Though, I think maybe he likes it mostly because he can get as dirty as he wants without having to take a full bath.”

Minho laughed and you smiled to yourself. You really loved hearing him laugh. “Yeah, kids are like that.” 

You looked at the navigation on your phone again and hummed happily. “At this rate, we’ll make it to the campsite by lunch time.” 

“Perfect.” 

You and Minho made small talk as you drove. Not the kind of tedious small talk that usually annoyed you. This was nice. Though maybe that was just because it was Minho. Haru and Jiyeon woke up when you were about an hour away from the campsite, so you switched the music to songs they liked and turned it up a little bit. 

Minho watched out of the corner of your eye as you sang along to the children’s songs and danced a little in your seat, turning around occasionally to make faces at Haru and Jiyeon. He tried to hide his smile but he was sure you could see it anyway. All he could think about was how right he felt with you in the car beside him, both of your kids in the backseat. 

“Okay, turn left here… aaaaand we’ve arrived!” You cheered, grinning widely as you surveyed the campsite you’d reserved ahead of time. 

When Minho parked the car, you were quick to get out so you could unbuckle Haru from his car seat. Minho did the same for Jiyeon and then the two of you unloaded the car as the kids played. Minho pulled the tent out first after you decided to keep the coolers with the food in the car so they’d be shielded from the sun. 

“Have you put together a tent before?” You asked Minho cheerfully as you started to unzip the bag the tent was in so you put it together. 

He grinned and nodded. “Yeah. It’s been a while, but I’m sure it can’t be that hard.” 

“It’s not,” you confirmed, smirking at him a little as you continued. “Especially not with me, a professional camper. I’ve set this thing up alone for three years now, it’ll only be easier with the two of us.” 

He agreed and then the two of you got to work setting up the tent. You were right. It was easier with two of you. It was more fun too. You’d already laughed more than you ever had while setting up the tent. Minho struggled a little at first, but he got the hang of it pretty quickly. He bragged that he was a fast learner. You agreed. 

After you got the tent set up, Minho offered to make lunch while you blew up the air mattresses. So the two of you parted ways. Minho started a fire to cook on and you started his car so you could plug in the pump to blow up the mattresses. You glanced over at him at one point, smiling at the concentrated look on his face. He pouted a little as he worked and you couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. 

Once the air mattresses were both blown up, you gathered all of the pillows and blankets both you and Minho had brought and set up the beds. You put everyone’s bags in the tent and then zipped it up, satisfied with your work. 

“Okay kids, let’s get some bug spray on you!” You called, grabbing the can of mosquito repellent from the car. 

Haru and Jiyeon ran over to you and sprayed them both with the repellent, careful not to get it in their eyes or mouths. Haru coughed dramatically anyways. When you were done with them, they ran off to play again. You set the can down on the picnic table as you move to stand beside Minho at the fire. 

He looked over at you for a moment, a peaceful smile stretched easily over his face, before directing his attention back to the food over the fire. “You better not spray that around the food or the fire.” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” you giggled, watching as he cooked. “I’ve done this enough times, Min, I know what I’m doing.” 

Min. You’d never called him that before. He liked it.

He held his hands up in surrender and laughed with you. “You’re right, you’re right. Camping queen.” 

“Mom,” Haru whined, running over to you. You stopped him, chastising him about running so close to the fire, but then let him continue. “Is lunch almost ready? I’m hungry.” 

“Yes, honey, it’s almost ready. Why don’t we clean our hands with a wipe really fast, okay?” 

Haru nodded and let you clean his hands with a wet wipe. Jiyeon held her hands out to you silently and let you wipe them clean. Minho watched as you took care of your son and his daughter, his heart feeling fuller than it had in a long time. You helped the kids sit at the picnic table and then stood beside Minho again, ready to get plates of food ready for the kids when he was finished. 

“Try this?” 

Minho held some of the meat he’d been cooking out towards you so you could try it and you nodded, opening your mouth wider as he fed it to you. You hummed happily, dancing in place as you chewed. “Mmm, Min, have I told you how much I love your cooking?” 

“You know,” he teased you, poking you in the side gently. “I don’t think you have.” 

“Well, I’m telling you now. I love your cooking.” 

He looked away shyly, pulling the food off the fire, “Thanks, yn.” 

Jiyeon clapped her hands excitedly as you prepared food for both children. Haru watched with wide eyes, his mouth practically watering. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at their eagerness. When you placed the paper plates in front of them, they cheered and started eating. With how fast they ate, one would think they hadn’t eaten in years, though you and Minho both knew they’d eaten breakfast earlier that morning. 

The rest of the day seemed to go by quickly. Time does fly when you’re having fun. And time spent with Minho and his daughter was always great. His smile made you insanely happy, her sweet little laugh warmed your heart, and the best part of it was how much Haru adored them both as well. 

When it was time for bed, you and Minho got Haru and Jiyeon ready to sleep, made sure they were all tucked in, and then left them in the tent to settle down on their own. You sat beside him in your camping chair, seated so close to him your shoulders brushed against each other. You liked being close to him like this. You liked how comfortable you were with him in silence. 

“Yn I—”

“I have to tell you something.” 

You looked at Minho and laughed. He shook his head, smiling at you gently. “You go first. What did you want to tell me?”

“I…” You took a deep breath, and looked at Minho a little more intently, hoping he could see how genuine you were in your eyes as you spoke. “I heard you that night… when I had a nightmare and you thought I was asleep.”

He blanched, pulling back a little bit. “O-oh. Yn, I—”

“I’m not done yet.” Your voice was soft and you reached out for him, hand finding his cheek. He leaned into your touch and breathed out in relief. 

“Okay.” 

“You thought I was asleep and you… confessed you had feelings for me. Did you mean that?” 

“Yeah. I did.” 

You nodded and slid your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck, threading your fingers into the hair at his nape. “Do you still feel that way?” 

“I do,” he breathed out, swallowing thickly as you got closer to him. 

“Minho,” you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I didn’t think I’d ever find someone after my husband died. I didn’t think I wanted to. But then I met you. Something about you is so comforting and wonderful. You’re kind and compassionate, tender and understanding and attentive. You are loving to your daughter and careful with my son and the other children you teach. You are so full of every wonderful thing I could ever dream of finding in a man. And I like you. I like you so much. I think that I might even… love you. But I haven’t taken the time to really unpack that one.” 

“I like you so much.” His eyes were swimming with emotion, so many all at once. Happiness, hope, confusion, fear, love. “I like you more than I think I’ve ever liked anyone. I like you more than I ever liked her. You are so admirable and beautiful and amazing. And god, the way you love your son so fully… that might be one of my favorite things to witness. You’re everything I wish my ex was. And you’re good with Jiyeon too. You’re so good with her. 

“And you know,” he laughed a little bit to himself, smiling at you wider than you’d ever seen him smile. “I think I was meant to meet you. To have you in my life. I’ve spent so much time running from the past—running from bad memories with my ex. But since I’ve met you, I’ve allowed myself to… feel. I haven’t thought about how hurt I was back then… like, ever. It just hurt too much. But because of you, I’ve been able to think about it and really get over it.

“I’m not great with words, yn. I don’t really know how to express myself. But I know that I care about you so much. More than I’ve cared about anyone. I-I mean, except for Jiyeon, but that’s different. I’m sorry. I’m rambling so much. Fuck, I told you I’m not good with words.” 

You laughed a little and leaned your forehead against his. “Do you want to know something? I am so scared, Lee Minho. But I think I can be brave if it’s you I’m chasing after. You better not break my heart.” 

“I wouldn’t dare.” 

“Minho?” 

He exhaled and you could feel it against your lips. “Yeah?” 

“If I asked you to kiss me right now… what would you say?” 

“I’d say yes,” his voice wavered, even though he tried to keep it steady. “And then I’d kiss you.” 

“Minho?” You asked, voice barely more than a whisper. He hummed in acknowledgement and your eyes fluttered closed. “Kiss me?” 

He laughed breathlessly. “Yes.” 

When his lips finally touched yours, it felt like fireworks. He was sweet and tasted like s’mores and his lips were soft and plush as they moved against your own. His hands were quick to wrap around you and hold you as close as he could with you being in a completely different chair than him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, tangling in his hair as you kissed him deeper.

He whined low in his throat when you pulled away. “It’s kind of hard to kiss like this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, frowning a little. He looked around the campsite and then his eyes lit up. “Wait here, sweetheart, I have an idea.” 

You watched as he pulled the picnic table nearer to the fire with ease. You smiled. You’d be able to sit on the bench and still feel the warmth of the fire. Maybe if you were lucky, he’d let you sit on his lap. 

He helped you up and led you over to the picnic table. You sat down next to him and he immediately wrapped an arm around you. “How is it? Is it close enough? Can you feel the warmth?” 

“It’s perfect, Min.” You nodded and turned to face him, eyes focused on his lips again. “Thank you.” 

“Fuck, I want to kiss you again,” he whispered, watching you with hazy eyes as you swung a leg over him and settled on his lap. 

You leaned in, whispering in his ear. You didn’t think you’d ever been so bold in your life. “So, kiss me.” 

Minho’s hands fell to your hips and he pulled you impossibly close. “We should probably talk about this.” 

“We should,” you agreed, but you didn’t move away. 

He chewed on his bottom lip, looking at you intently. “Can we… talk about it later?” 

You couldn’t help but giggle as you leaned into him further, holding on to him tightly. “You want to kiss me that bad, hm?” 

“Kind of,” he smiled sheepishly, but didn’t move away from you. 

“So then, what are you waiting for?”

“For you to say yes.” 

You shook your head, scoffing a little. “You don’t have to ask anymore.” 

“I should always ask,” he whispered, one of his hands coming up to brush over your forehead tenderly. “I would never want to make you uncomfortable or make you do something you don’t want to do.”

You melted into him, his words putting your heart at ease. “God, I think I love you.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he brushed it off, embarrassed and shy now that you were admitting just how deep your feelings were for him. “I think I love you back.” 

“Kiss me, Min.” 

“Okay.” 

You shuffled closer to him and he was quick to attach his lips to yours again in a sweet kiss. You could feel the warmth of the campfire on your back. Minho’s hands were warm too, and you could feel the heat even through your clothes. Stars twinkled in the inky sky above you and all you could think about was how magical everything felt. 

“Wait, yn, I have to tell you something.” 

“O-oh, what is it?” You were worried by the tone of his voice. He suddenly sounded frantic as he pulled away from you, looking at you with wide, conflicted eyes. 

He took a breath and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it again. And opened it. And spoke. “I-I… I think about you sometimes when I… get myself off…”

“I—you—what?” You blinked slowly, trying to process what he had said. 

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. He was mortified. You probably hated him now. “I don’t mean to, it just kind of happens—”

“Damn.” You frowned a little, crossing your arms. “You mean you don’t think of me on your own free will?” 

He blinked at you, confusion written across his face. “Well, I-I just—”

“Min,” you whispered, uncrossing your arms and placing your hands carefully on his chest. “I have dreams about you. So I’m not upset or disgusted or anything. It’s human to be attracted to someone sexually, and considering I am so into you, I’m honestly kind of flattered.” 

“You… you are?” 

You hummed and nodded, pushing his hair off his forehead and pressing a gentle kiss there. The fire was slowly dying behind you. You knew you’d have to get up soon and put it out completely so you could go to sleep, but for now, you were content as you were, in Minho’s arms, knowing he loved you back. 

“You’re so amazing,” he murmured, looking up at you, awestricken. He cleared his throat and looked away from you, cheeks darkening with embarrassment. “Ah, don’t get used to me being nice to you. I’m only being like this because you just confessed.” 

“You’ve always been like this to me, Min.” You laughed, climbing off his lap and giggling harder when he pouted. 

He stood and helped you clean up the campsite for the night, grumbling to himself all the while. “What do you mean? All my friends tell me I’m mean to them.” 

“Maybe you’re just soft when it’s me,” you teased, even though you figured there was some truth to it.

“Me?” He gasped, looking almost offended as he crossed his arms. “Soft?”

“Mhm. You’re very soft for me, you know. I think you try to hide it, but I can see it in the way you look at me. The way you smile a lot when we’re together.”

He looked like you just told him he’d grown ears and a cat tail. He almost didn’t believe you. But when he thought back, he knew you were right. He hadn’t been nearly as harsh with his words, hadn’t made unnecessary jabs (not even the playful, joking ones), and had been smiling so much more. You brought out a side of him he didn’t realize he had. A side not even his ex-girlfriend had ever seen. 

Once you’d cleaned up the campsite and put the fire out completely, you followed Minho into the tent. Haru and Jiyeon were sleeping on the mattress, bundled up in a pile of quilts and pillows. The tent was small, but still big enough that you could change into your pajamas standing up. Minho turned his back to you, offering you privacy without you having to ask. 

You were grateful. You weren’t sure you were ready for him to see you yet. 

When you were dressed, you slid under the blankets on the air mattress and Minho joined you moments later. He kept his distance, still wary of crossing any boundaries of yours. 

“Min?” 

“Yeah?” 

You took a deep breath and scooted a little closer to him. “I’m cold.”

“C’mere, sweetheart,” He rolled over and faced you, pulling you into his arms. You instantly sunk into his warmth, sighing contentedly. 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course.” 

You were quiet for a long moment and Minho thought maybe you’d drifted off to sleep. Until you spoke again, voice still soft so you didn’t wake up either of the sleeping children. “Min?”

“Yes?” 

“Will you still love me in the morning?” 

“I’ll still love you in the morning,” he whispered against your hair, squeezing you just a little closer to him. “And I’ll love you at the end of tomorrow. And the day after that too. I love you. That won’t change from one moment to the next.” 

“I love you, Minho. I really didn’t think I’d fall in love again, but you make it so easy.”

He could hear you sniffling, could hear the way you were getting choked up as you spoke. He hummed softly, rubbing your back and trying to soothe you. “Shhh, don’t cry. We’ll talk more about this in the morning. Sleep, for now.” 

You nodded. Everything felt so right. Having him so close to you felt right. “Okay. Goodnight, Min.” 

“Goodnight, yn.” 

The weekend went faster than you wanted it to. Before you knew it, you were packing up camp and driving back home. The weekend was full of laughter (usually because of your children), sneaky glances between you and Minho, and relaxation. That was maybe what you appreciated the most. Ever since you and Minho had confessed your feelings to one another, you’d felt so much lighter. 

You almost didn’t want to go back to the real world. You didn’t want to go back to work. And honestly, you were kind of scared to. What if your magical moment with Minho was just some sort of weekend fling? What if things changed when you got back?

But Minho held your hand the entire drive home, and that eased your nerves a little bit. 

When you got home, Minho helped you unpack the leftover food and camping gear and sat with you on the couch in your living room while Jiyeon and Haru played a little longer. “So I probably won’t be able to see you much the next three weeks or so.” 

You frowned a little at Minho’s admittance but nodded, trying to be understanding. “Oh, okay.” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Minho was quick to ease your mind, hoping it would keep you from looking so sad. “I was asked to be a part of a showcase including multiple dance studios where the instructors will each perform one or two dances to promote their studio. It’s a great opportunity to gain new students. And I haven’t performed in a long time… I’m kind of looking forward to it.” 

“Oh. Min, that’s great! When is the showcase? Can I come?”

His ears reddened and he looked away. He was getting shy again. “Of course. I’d love for you to be there. I’ll text you the details.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Maybe that night… I could have my parents watch Haru. W-we could, like, go out afterwards or something. If you wanted to.” 

He grinned at you and reached out and squeezed your hand. “I’d really really like that. I usually leave Jiyeon with my parents when I do stuff like this because they tend to go later into the evening and Jiyeon gets bored after a while anyway.”

“I’m excited to see you dance,” you curled into his side, pressing a sweet kiss to his jawline. “Maybe someday you can teach me to dance again.” 

“Only if you don’t run out this time.” 

You slapped him on the arm, pouting a little at the reminder. “I’m sorry, I just… got scared. My feelings were overwhelming and I didn’t know what to do. I shouldn’t have just run like that but… well we’re here now, at least, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he laughed a little, hugging you a little tighter. “Yeah, I know. I’m not upset. I’m just teasing you.” 

Jiyeon ran out of Haru’s room and you pulled away from Minho. She stopped in front of him, pouting and whining as she spoke. “Dad, can we go home soon? I want to change my outfit and I’m hungry.” 

“Okay,” Minho nodded and stood, squeezing your hand as he got up. The small gesture went unnoticed by Jiyeon and Haru who had come out of his room after Jiyeon. “We can go home now, my love.” 

Jiyeon looked from Minho to you and back to him. “Are you sure? You can still talk if you want. I just want to go home soon.” 

“It’s okay,” you interjected, smiling gently at her. “We’re done talking now, so it’s okay, really.” 

Jiyeon nodded and grabbed her dad’s hand after saying goodbye to Haru and giving you a quick hug. She’d never hugged you before, and you would never make her, so the action warmed your heart. You looked up at Minho to see him already grinning down at you. 

“I’ll text you when I get home, yeah?” 

“Okay.” 

“Bye, yn.” He turned to your son and gave him a fistbump. “Bye, Haru.”

“Bye.”

eleven

One week turned to two, two turned to three, until it was the night of Minho’s showcase. You really hadn’t talked to Minho over the past few weeks. You missed talking to him, but you understood why he was so busy, and you were proud of him. 

You had texted him good luck a couple of hours ago, knowing he’d be at the venue for a final rehearsal, costuming, and hair and makeup. He hadn’t responded, but you didn’t mind. You were excited to watch him dance. Memories of the time he started to teach you to dance flashed in your mind. You pushed them away, trying to ignore the tingling in your fingertips. 

You had also called your friends, asking them for advice on what you should wear. When you told them that you’d be spending the evening with Minho after his dance showcase, both of your children with their grandparents, they’d all but freaked out.

“You guys are spending the night together? Alone?” Ryujin practically screamed through the phone. You held it away from your ear, cringing a little at the volume of her voice. 

Chaehyun’s voice came next, also practically screaming. “Oh my god, yn! Please tell me you’re going to wear the lacy black set! Not the basic one, but the one with all the pretty designs. You look so good in that one. Please say you’ll wear it.” 

“I-I don’t know, Chae. I don’t think we’re going to—”

“Do you want to have sex with him?” Sohee chimed in, her voice much calmer than Ryujin’s and Chaehyun’s. 

“I… I mean, yeah, I want to, but I don’t know if he wants to have sex with me.” 

“He’s an idiot if he doesn’t,” Ryujin grumbled and you could almost picture her with her arms crossed, pouting as she sat on her bed, scrolling through Instagram as you spoke. 

“Wear the set, yn,” Yeji urged. “Even if you guys don’t do anything, it’ll make you feel more confident. So you should wear it.” 

Everyone was silent, waiting for your final verdict. You sighed and rummaged through your closet for the set they were talking about. “Fine. I’ll wear it. But I’m telling you, I don’t think anything is going to happen.” 

There was a cacophony of cheering over the phone as your four best friends praised you for your “wise decision.” You rolled your eyes and loudly announced you were hanging up. You tossed your phone on the bed and got ready for the dance showcase. 

Despite your racy undergarments, the outfit you wore over it was simple and nice. You didn’t think you had to dress up much for a dance showcase. And it wasn’t like you’d really know anyone there other than Minho anyway. 

By the time you were finished, it was time to leave. You made sure you had all of your things and left to catch the bus. You could hardly sit still the entire ride to the venue—you were excited for Minho’s performance. You’d been eager to see him dance again since the time you’d run out on him. 

You sat near the front of the audience, watching each dancer from various dance studios perform. You frequently checked the program, silently counting how many dances it was until Minho. He was second to last. His turn couldn’t come soon enough. 

As the dance before his ended, you kept your eyes fixed on the stage, waiting for him to come out onto the stage. A few days ago, he had called you and told you that you would like his outfit but refused to tell you what it looked like. So you were even more eager to see him. You hadn’t seen him for more than five minutes at a time in person since your camping trip and, needless to say, you missed him.

In the darkness of the auditorium, you saw the dark shape of him coming onto the stage. You leaned forward a little, watching intently and straining your eyes to try and make him out despite the lack of lighting at the moment. 

When the lights came up, you lost your breath. You knew he was beautiful, obviously, but there was something about seeing him like this—in a special outfit, hair done up off his forehead, a little bit of makeup—that made him look so surreal. How was he even real? 

Your eyes stopped on the zipper positioned at his throat, zipped almost all the way up. You thought about what it would be like to just… unzip it and kiss his pretty chest. You shook your head, you had to focus. And then, the song started—it was one you recognized. You vaguely remembered it was called “Taste.” And it was the song Minho had tried to teach you to dance to when you’d run away. 

Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden and your eyes zeroed in on him. His eyes met yours at the perfect moment and he smirked as dragged his hand up his body, thrusting his hips slightly into the air. You shifted in your seat, suddenly hyper aware of the tingling in between your legs. 

You tried to pay attention to the rest of his dance, but the fuzziness in your brain made it a little hard to focus on him. You found your eyes drawn to his hands, thoughts of having them all over you taking over. When you realized, you blinked and looked at him again, but seeing the smirk on his face just made it even more difficult. He knew he was hot. Knew what he was doing to you. 

You watched as the zipper, once positioned at his throat, slowly unzipped as he danced, revealing more and more of his smooth chest. You hoped the people around you were actually focusing on the dance and not taking note of the way you ogled your… boyfriend? You’d have to ask him when you were thinking more clearly if he wanted to be exclusive. 

The dance ended too soon for your liking. You wanted to see more of him. Maybe your friends were right. Maybe you would have sex with Minho tonight. 

You didn’t pay attention to the dance that came after his. You hardly registered the showcase ending. You barely noticed when you stood and followed the crowd out to the lobby where you would greet Minho. You almost didn’t recognize him when he was in front of you, skin still damp with sweat, shirt halfway unzipped, hair still pushed off of his forehead. 

You wanted to kiss him. 

“You did so good, Min.” 

“Thanks,” he grinned shyly, looking at his feet for a moment. “I messed up on the bridge but—”

“I didn’t even notice. I doubt anyone else did. You were mesmerizing.” 

He raised an eyebrow at that, crossing his arms so he could tease you. “Yeah? You sure you’re not just saying that because you think I look hot dressed up like this?” 

You smacked him on the shoulder, looking around you incredulously. “Minho, we’re in public.” 

“So?” He shrugged, laughing as you continued to look around, paranoid that people were listening to you. “It’s not like anyone is listening. And I didn’t say anything that bad. Certainly nothing that wasn’t true.” 

“Whatever,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes and looking away.

He leaned in closer to you, whispering in your ear, “Want to get out of here?”

You nodded and let him lead you out of the building and down the street to his car. When you were safely buckled in and Minho had started to drive, you looked over at him, admiring how he looked like this. He looked relaxed. He looked happy. “That was the dance you tried to teach me, wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” he laughed a little. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“I really want to kiss you.”

His eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, but you knew him well enough at this point that you caught on to his tells. “You can kiss me when we get back to my place.” 

“Really? You’ll let me?” 

He nodded, eyes still focused forward as he swallowed thickly. “I’d let you do just about anything to me.” 

“Yeah?” Your voice was quiet. Both of you felt the shift in the atmosphere. “Can I unzip the shirt all the way?” 

“If it’s what you want.” 

“And, can I kiss your chest? Maybe mark you up a little?” 

“Fuck, yn,” he groaned, hands tightening their grip on the steering wheel. “You can mark me up as much as you want if you let me do it back.” 

You hummed, satisfied with his answer. You turned to look out the window. “Okay.”

He shook his head, opting not to say anything. The tension in the car for the rest of the ride was so thick you were sure you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t look at him, worried you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back if you looked at the damned zippered shirt any longer. 

Minho parked the car and the two of you made your way to his apartment in complete silence. The second the door was closed behind the two of you, you were pulling him down to kiss you. He groaned a little against your lips. Where your first kiss with him had been sweet and had carried all the love you felt for one another, this one was more intense, filled with desire and need. 

You were quick to run your tongue across his bottom lip and he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth. You slid your tongue against his and he moaned again. He couldn’t get enough of you. He held your face in both of his hands as he kissed you. 

He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. And you kissed him back, equally as fervent. He pulled away to look at you. “Babe, this is going to sound so unsexy, but I still have the fucking dance belt on, so can I change—”

“Why?” You frowned a little, kneeling in front of him. “I can just take it off for you.” 

He squeezed his eyes shut as he bit back a groan at the thought of you undressing him. “Okay. Yeah, okay. J-just, not here. Can we—can we go to the bedroom first?”

You stood and he pulled you along behind him, leading you to his bedroom. Every part of your body vibrated with anticipation. Before, you’d been scared when you’d thought about maybe having sex with him—not because you were scared of him, but because you were scared of what he would think of you. Now though, you were just excited. 

When you were in his room, he leaned in and kissed you again. You had hardly made it over the threshold, but you didn’t mind. He closed the door behind him and your hands roamed over his shoulders and down the expanse of his exposed chest. Your fingers paused on his sternum and you could feel his heartbeat, racing almost as fast as yours. Then, you grabbed the zipper, pulling it down ever so slowly, teasing him. 

You pushed one side of the shirt out of the way so you could kiss his chest. He groaned lowly when you sucked, leaving a pretty purple mark. You drew back to admire your work, humming in satisfaction before leaning in and leaving more hickeys across his chest, on his collarbones, on his throat. He threw his head back, biting back his noises, embarrassed at how much you affected him. 

“Need this off now,” you muttered, reaching for the bottom of the shirt so you could pull it off of him. You pushed him so he was leaning back against the door. 

He pouted a little, teasing you. “Aw, thought you liked the shirt though?” 

“I do, but I like it better when it’s on the floor and I can see you.” 

He laughed at your eagerness and watched as you started to undo his pants. He stopped you, teasing pout on his lips again. “I want to see you too.” 

You swallowed and looked down at yourself before looking back at him and looking away again. “M-Min, I…”

“Hey,” he reached down, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes. “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” 

You didn’t even realize the tears welling up in your eyes until he was kneeling down in front of you, arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest in a warm embrace. You sniffled and breathed him in. He still smelled so good. “I-It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just nervous.” 

“Why are you nervous, darling?”

“I don’t look the same as I did before. M-my body is so different now, and no one has seen me since Haru was born. N-not even my ex-husband because he—well, you know. A-and the night I was drunk you didn’t really look at me and—”

“Look at me, pretty.” Minho’s gentle voice calmed you down and you took a few deep breaths before looking at him. “You are so beautiful, no matter what. And do you want to know my personal opinion?” 

You nodded silently and he smiled so tenderly at you. “I think you’re even more beautiful because your body is different now. That’s proof of a miracle in and of itself. You carried another human inside of you, you birthed him, and have cared for him ever since. Stretch marks? So fucking hot. A body that doesn’t look the same as when you were young and hadn’t had Haru? Gorgeous. You are beautiful. Bodies change, even when they’re not carrying literal humans. It’s normal. You don’t have to be scared of what I’ll think. I’m so in love with you and that makes you automatically ten times hotter, which means you’re actually one hundred out of ten because I already thought you were a ten out of ten.” 

You laughed and wiped the tears from your eyes. It made him smile too. You leaned your head against his shoulder and sighed. “I’ll start with my shirt then.”

“Okay.” 

“Stand up first,” you said, scooting away from him so you could tug your shirt off. “So I can suck you off.” 

The sudden realization that your pretty mouth was going to be wrapped around his dick in only a few seconds made him groan again and he stood, leaning against the wall once more. You tugged your shirt off over your head and tossed it somewhere behind you. You looked up in time to see Minho suck in a breath. 

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispered, reaching down to gather your hair away from your face. “So fucking pretty, baby.” 

You smiled shyly at him and then started to unzip his pants again, pulling them down his legs carefully. You giggled a little when you saw the dance belt. It was almost like a padded thong, you thought. Minho nudged you with his knee when you started laughing, so you stopped, humming to yourself eagerly as you pulled the dance belt off of him. 

He sighed in relief as his hardened dick was released from the confines of the dance belt, and you blew on the tip, enjoying the way his jaw dropped open at the sensation. You held him in your hands, licking at the tip a couple of times before taking it in your mouth and sucking a little. Minho had to resist the urge to buck his hips into his mouth. As much as he wanted to feel good, he cared about you and your comfort more than anything else. 

“Ah, you’re so good.” His eyes were screwed shut, head back against the wall. 

Warmth spread through your body at the praise and you took him a little further into your mouth. The sounds he made spurred you on, so you sucked him off as best you could. You were a bit rusty, not having had much “action” since your son was born and your ex-husband had passed away. Minho didn’t seem to mind or notice though. You were grateful, in that moment, that he also hadn’t had sex in a while. 

“Fuck,” he pulled you off, “I don’t want to cum yet. I’m sorry.” 

You shook your head, grinning at him as you leaned back on your heels. “It’s okay. Don’t be sorry.” 

Minho helped you to your feet and kissed you again. You were addicted to the way he tasted, to the way his mouth felt against yours. Everything about him was perfect. How did you get so lucky? 

“How far do you want to go?” He murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “I can make you feel good, however you want. And if you don’t want that we don’t have to do anything else.” 

“I want you,” you whispered back.

“How do you want me, pretty?” 

You thought for a moment and then your eyes fixed on his hands, now holding your waist. “I want your fingers.”

“Yeah? Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” you whined playfully, walking away from him to sit on his bed. “I’m sure.” 

“Do you want to take your pants off?” His voice was still gentle, tentative, ready to stop whenever you said the word. 

You swallowed, nerves coursing through you, but after his sweet reaction to you when you took your shirt off, you knew you could trust him, so you nodded. “Yeah. Will you take them off for me?” 

He looked into your eyes, searching for any hesitance. Finding none, he helped you out of your pants. He didn’t look down at first, which made you nervous. You laughed anxiously, looking away from him. “Y-you can look at me… if you want.” 

His eyes flicked downward and you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

He maneuvered so he was in between your legs on his stomach and you laid back against the pillows on his bed. He pressed sweet kisses over your thighs, sucking dark marks onto them. He kissed up, up, up, until he was pressing gentle kisses over your stomach as well, leaving marks there too. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, yn. I mean that.” His voice was genuine as he spread your legs a little more. “Can I take your underwear off?” 

You nodded, not trusting your voice. With how emotional he was making you, you didn’t think anything coherent would come out if you tried to speak. 

He hooked his fingers under the band of your underwear and tugged them down slowly. You watched him practically salivate over you when you were exposed to him. He rubbed a thumb through your folds, spreading you open and gathering your wetness before dragging it over your clit in gentle circles. He moved carefully, but skillfully. You were already writhing under his touch, wetness gathering between your legs. 

“You’re so hot. So perfect.” 

You whined a little as he slowly pushed his middle finger into your heat. “M-Min—”

“I know,” he whispered, “It feels good doesn’t it? Been so long since someone touched you like this, hm?”

“Yeah…” 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you feel so good.” 

You whined as his finger pumped in and out of you, thumb still rubbing your clit. You clung to his shoulders as he pushed a second finger into you. “O-oh. Min, you’re so—feels so—” 

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to try and say anything. Just moan for me yeah? Want to hear how pretty you sound.” 

You moaned, clenching around his fingers and scratching at his shoulders as he started to scissor you open. It wasn’t long before he was adding a third finger, stretching you out perfectly. He curled his fingers upwards, rubbing against your g-spot and making you see stars. You gasped, digging your fingers into his back. 

“Hm, is that it? That’s the spot?” His tone was teasing but still gentle and you nodded as he continued to curl his fingers into the same spot as before. 

“I-I’m so close, Min. I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He kissed you, fingers never stopping. 

His words and the sweet kiss were all it took to send you reeling over the edge. You moaned loudly, burying your face in his neck as you spasmed around his fingers. He pumped his fingers in and out, thumb rubbing at your clit, as you came down. When you whined at the overstimulation, he pulled his fingers out carefully. 

“You did so good, my love,” he whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly. “Are you all done, or do you want to keep going?” 

“I want you,” you whimpered, hands sliding down his back to rest on his hips. You pulled his body into yours. “Want you so bad. Inside.” 

Minho nodded but then stopped. Face falling and head rolling back in annoyance. “Fuck.” 

“What’s wrong?” You sat up, concern painting your features as you made him look at you again. 

“I don’t have any condoms. E-even if I did, they’d probably be fucking expired—”

“I’m on birth control,” you whispered, still holding his face in your hands. “I started taking it a while back to help regulate my periods and such. I’m not ovulating right now either. And I’m clean. Even though I trusted my husband, I still insisted we get tested together. A-and then I got pregnant and we didn’t really have sex and then Haru was born and… W-well, what I’m trying to say is… if you’re clean, we can do it raw… if you want.”

He looked at you, eyes wide as you spoke. Your voice trailed off and he blinked slowly, processing your words. “I could… I could fuck you raw?” 

You looked away shyly, slowly letting go of his face to let your hands fall to his shoulders. “Yeah.” 

“Fuck… yeah I-I’m clean. I got tested after I found out she was cheating on me and I was clean and… yeah I haven’t had sex since then so… I’m clean.”

“Okay,” you laid back down, pulling him with you. 

“W-wait, are you sure you want to?” 

You ran your fingers through Minho’s hair, heart clenching at how sweet he was being. “I’m sure.” 

Minho nodded and reached across you to grab lube out of the drawer of his bedside table. He squirted it into hand and jerked himself off a couple times before positioning himself at your entrance. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pushed into you slowly, watching your face to make sure you weren’t hurting. He paused when he bottomed out. You gasped, walls fluttering around him at how full you felt. 

“You can move now,” you murmured after you’d adjusted to the feeling of having him inside of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He pressed chaste kisses to your skin and moaned softly. “Fuck, I forgot how good sex feels. You feel so good. Thank you for letting me feel you. Thank you for trusting me.” 

You held him impossibly close as he rolled his hips into yours, angled perfectly to nudge that perfect spot inside of you with his tip. “Thank you for being patient with me. For loving me. I am so lucky to have met you.” 

He cried out a little at your words, and you weren’t sure if it was because of what you had said or because of how good you felt. You didn’t care either way, you were becoming too lost in your own pleasure. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “Fuck, I love you so much. I’m not one to say it that often, but with you, I feel like my chest will burst if I don’t tell you all the time. I love you, yn. So much.” 

“M-Min,” you gasped, clinging to him as he continued to thrust his hips into you perfectly. 

You hadn’t realized how much you’d been craving intimacy. You hadn’t realized how much you craved the feeling of being wanted. You didn’t know you were missing out on something so special. You thought, surely, it could only ever feel like this with your first love. Your ex-husband. But with Minho, that specialness felt like it was tenfold. 

Minho was something else entirely. Minho made you feel wanted in a way you couldn’t remember ever feeling. The intimacy you craved came so easily with Minho. He was just as desperate to feel good as you were, and yet he made a point to tell you that it was more than that for him. He loved you. You loved him. 

“I’m close,” you moaned. “D-do you think you can cum with me?” 

“Yes. God, yes.” He groaned low in your ear and reached between your bodies to rub at your clit.

The stimulation was almost overbearing. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening more and more and more until it snapped. You moaned, holding onto Minho tightly, as if he would disappear if you let go. You clenched tightly as you came and it sent him over the edge too. He bucked his hips into yours weakly as you rode out your highs. 

Even after you were both finished and his cock was softening inside of you, he was reluctant to pull out. His voice was soft, face still buried in the crook of your neck. “I love you.” 

“I love you back, Min.” 

“Okay,” he murmured, bracing himself against the bed. “I’m pulling out now. Gotta take care of you.” 

Your heart melted at his words and you sighed softly as he pulled out. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet washcloth so he could clean your body of the remnants of both of your releases. He helped you up, guiding you to the bathroom attached to his bedroom so you could pee. He changed the sheets while you did, grateful his spare sheets were clean. When you were finished and he had successfully changed the sheets he helped you back into the bed. “Do you need water?” 

“Yes, please,” you nodded slowly, “But first, lay with me.”

He burrowed into your arms and sighed, content with having you close to him. He wondered if you could feel the love that was radiating off of his body. He wondered if you could hear the ‘I love you’ in every beat of his heart. He looked at you through heavy eyes, admiring how beautiful you were in this afterglow. 

“You’re glowing,” he mumbled, reaching up to trace a finger over your face. “So pretty.” 

You reached your own hand over and massaged his scalp which made him relax further into you. “You’re prettier.” 

He shook his head and laughed quietly. “That’s not possible.” 

There was a quiet meowing at the door of his bedroom. Minho looked over his shoulder at the door, as if looking at it would make it open. He grumbled and then stood to open the door for the cats. He shivered a little, cold now that he wasn’t in your embrace. He decided that while he was up, he might as well get the two of you water, so he made a quick trip to the kitchen.

When he returned with two glasses of water, Minho grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his closet and tugged them on. He grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts and brought it to you along with the water. “Put this on.” You looked at him, eyebrow raised and he looked down timidly. “Please. Want to see you in it.” 

“Okay,” you smiled gently at him and took the shirt, pulling it over your head. “There. Now come back and cuddle with me.” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He was already exhausted. “What time do you need to get Haru tomorrow?” 

“I told my parents I’d pick him up around one.” You murmured, hands finding their home in Minho’s soft hair again.

He nodded a little against you. “Okay. I’m picking Jiyeon up at three… Can’t wait to wake up next to you.” 

“Well,” you giggled, closing your eyes, “you kind of have to sleep first for that to happen.” 

“Mmm,” he hummed. “I’m getting there.” 

“I know I’ve already said it a lot, but… after everything that happened with my ex-husband… I’m scared something will happen and I just really need you to know that I love you so much. I’m so grateful for you, Min. Really, I am.” 

He was already halfway asleep when he answered. “I love you so much more. I’m so lucky to have met you.” 

twelve 

Minho decided his favorite thing was waking up next to you. He decided his second favorite thing was coming home to you at the end of the day. You weren’t always at his apartment with the kids after work, but when you were it was his favorite way to end the day. 

You had decided to stay the night. Three months ago when you started dating, staying the night wasn’t too common. You didn’t want to make the kids feel weird. Now, though, you were all close enough that they didn’t mind. They enjoyed the frequent sleepovers of their own. 

Minho opened the door to his apartment and was instantly greeted with music playing in the kitchen. He followed the sound and laughed as he saw you dancing around the kitchen with Haru and Jiyeon. You hadn’t heard him come in, and he liked that he was getting to see this side of you. He liked that you were comfortable around his daughter, liked that you were silly and fun and kind, liked that you were happy. You looked up then, eyes meeting his. Your heart skipped but the smile never fell. 

“Hi,” you breathed. 

Minho crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter, smiling back at you. “Hey.” 

“Dad!” Jiyeon cheered, skipping over to him and wrapping her small arms around his legs. “We’re dancing, Dad! Do you want to dance with us?” 

“Of course I do!” Minho bent down and lifted his daughter up off the ground, dancing around with her in his arms. 

You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched him. And then you took Haru’s hands in yours and spun him around. He was laughing and Jiyeon was laughing and so was Minho so you laughed too. You hadn’t been this happy in a long, long time. You were grateful to Minho, and to Jiyeon, for bringing so much laughter and joy back into your life.

“I love you,” you whispered as Minho danced closer to you.

“Not more than I love you,” he whispered back. 

You rolled your eyes at him. He always tried to make it some sort of competition. But you didn’t mind. You couldn’t mind. Because he loved you. At the end of the day, being loved in return by the man you loved was all that mattered to you. 

And you certainly loved Lee Minho.

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Yes, Miss | Hyunjin Smut | Part 1

Website Tagline:  ‘Virgin boy with years of backed up cum pleasures himself for you, come watch my live videos and teach me how to fuck’

Description/Summary:  It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know this was going to happen, how were you to know the person behind the videos you used to get off to was none other than your favourite straight A student Hwang Hyunjin. How would you ever look at the boy with thick black glasses properly again?

Genre: Nerd!Hyunjin, Teacher!Reader, Student!Hyunjin, Taboo but fully legal relationship.

Word count: 9k

Main warnings: general teacher student naughty business, Hyunjin got a Miss!Kink, Cam!boy Hyunjin, Desperate Hyunjin. Masturbation (f) and (m), Mutual Masturbation (Kinda?) Slow burn but also not a slow burn lmao

A/N : Re-post from my Stray Kids story, I do love writing about cam boys! I might write more members as cam boys

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