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💭my baby

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

an: some hurt/comfort for you guys !! please remember its okay to cry and feel down, your emotions are valid<33

“hi honey, what’s up?” you heard a familiar voice on your phone. “can i come over?” you asked in a weak voice, sniffing and it startled minho a bit, since it was pretty late in the evening. “of course. did something happen?” “i don’t wanna talk about it. i just wanna be with you now,” you said, more tears spilling from your eyes. “where are you?” “on my way to your apartment.” “did you take a taxi?” minho said in a firm tone. you didn’t answer. “yn, please tell me you’re not taking a walk here at this hour.” you could hear something rumble in the background, as if minho was looking for something. “where are you?” he asked again. “near the train station…” you finally whispered, knowing that it was useless to lie to him. “alright, sit somewhere safe, i’ll be there in 10 minutes.” “no, you don’t have to pick me up. it’s okay, i can just walk,” you uttered. after all that happened today, the last thing you wanted was to be a burden to your boyfriend. “well, it's too late because i’m already in the car. stay there and wait for me.”

after a few minutes you saw minho’s car stopping at the parking spot next to you. he was quick to get out of the car and hug you tightly. you broke down in his embrace, feeling all the emotions escape you. minho placed his hand on the back of your head and stroked your hair a few times, rocking you gently in his arms. after a long while you finally broke the hug and looked minho in the eyes. he took your hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly, leading you to his car. he was acting so soft and caring that it caused you to cry even more, especially when he fastened your seatbelt for you. he whispered something along the lines of “you’re my baby and i’ll make sure you’re safe.” then he drove you to the nearest convenience store, buying you all the food you wanted and then finally after the terrible day you were able to cuddle with your boyfriend, slowly but gradually forgetting about all your problems.

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lee know is so cat coded like. he LOVES getting his tummy rubbed and his hair pet and just flops on you to sleep whenever he feels like it. will definitely try to sneak under the covers and cuddle after a fight because he really can't sleep without you 😣 and if you dont give him attention because youre busy or something he'll start whining about how he's going to die without cuddles

💭just cuddle me already

pairing: bf!minho x gn!reader

an: omg anon you're so right like ??? he tries to keep this cold façade but deep inside he's a little cutie who would die without his daily cuddles >< i decided to turn the fight part into a short drabble so enjoy ‹3

around midnight you heard the door to your bedroom open. at first, you didn't dare to turn around and look at minho, pretending to be asleep. but when you realised he was trying to sneak under the covers you sat up and raised an eyebrow at him. "what do you think you're doing?" you hissed and minho pouted. "ynnn… c'mon, let me sleep here, i'm going to die if i'll have to sleep alone," he whined. though your fight was rather stupid, you were still mad at him. you wanted to sleep this through and just talk with minho in the morning, but it seemed as if he had different plans. "no, i told you i wanna be alone," you responded, laying down again and covering yourself tightly with the blanket, trying to cut the conversation. but minho didn't stop, he laid down and placed his arm around your waist. you gently slapped his hand and attempted to remove it from your body. "go away, i'm still mad at you," you mumbled, trying to wiggle out of his embrace, but minho just tightened his grip. "there's no way out, yn. just cuddle me already," he hummed. you started to feel defenseless and eventually gave in. "okay, come here," you sighed and turned around to face him. you noticed a huge smirk on his face and rolled your eyes at the sight. minho didn't waste any time and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in content. you started running your fingers through his hair and you swore you could hear minho purr like a little kitten. even though the anger hadn't left you yet, you placed a gentle kiss on minho's temple and went to sleep with a soft smile on your face.

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Argument

The silence in the room felt suffocating.

You sat on the edge of the couch, hands clenched tightly together in your lap. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed louder than ever, each tick reminding you of the words you wished you could take back. Your heart pounded as you replayed the scene in your mind—Minho’s face, the hurt flashing briefly in his eyes before he masked it with that familiar cool distance.

He hadn’t said anything when you snapped at him earlier, and that silence felt worse than any argument. He had offered to make you tea, to take care of you, and you… you had pushed him away.

Your words echoed in your mind: “I just need you to stop!”

Minho had always been reserved when it came to expressing his emotions. While his actions were caring, he rarely let on how deeply he felt things. But you knew him well enough to recognize the subtle shift in his demeanor after your outburst—the way his shoulders tensed, the way he avoided your gaze as he quietly excused himself from the room.

And now, he hadn’t come back. The minutes dragged on, turning into an hour, and the more time that passed, the worse the guilt gnawed at you.

You stood up, pacing the living room, hands running through your hair as your mind spiraled. What if he was angry? What if you had gone too far?

No matter how much you reassured yourself that Minho wouldn’t hold a grudge, the silence that hung between you both felt like a chasm you couldn’t bridge. You bit your lip, anxiety gnawing at you as you considered going to him, but the thought of seeing that distant look in his eyes again made your chest tighten.

He’s upset, you thought bitterly. And I did that.

Taking a deep breath, you walked toward the hallway, feeling like your legs might give out at any moment. Minho was in the bedroom, you knew that much. You could hear the faint rustling of him moving around inside, though it wasn’t enough to tell you what he was doing. Part of you wondered if he was busying himself with something just to avoid talking to you.

You hovered outside the door, heart pounding. You couldn’t put this off any longer. You had to talk to him.

Finally, you knocked softly, waiting for any sign that he wanted you to come in. There was a pause before you heard his voice, low and unreadable.

“Yeah?”

You pushed the door open slowly and found him sitting on the bed, his back toward you. His posture was relaxed, but you could tell it was forced—the way his shoulders were slightly slumped, the way his head was tilted down as if he were focusing too hard on nothing in particular.

“Minho?” you said quietly, stepping inside. He didn’t look up. You hesitated, nerves prickling under your skin as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “Can we talk?”

He didn’t respond right away. For a moment, you thought he was going to brush you off, pretend like nothing had happened, but then he sighed softly. “I figured you’d want to.”

The heaviness in his tone made your heart ache. He still wasn’t looking at you, and that hurt more than you expected. Normally, Minho was so attentive, so in tune with everything around him—but right now, he seemed… distant. Withdrawn.

You swallowed hard and walked closer, standing in front of him now. He still wouldn’t meet your eyes, and it made your chest tighten with guilt. “I’m sorry,” you blurted out, unable to bear the silence any longer. “I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier. I just—”

“You didn’t mean to?” Minho interrupted, his voice calm but edged with something sharp. His eyes finally flickered up to meet yours, and you saw the hurt there, the frustration that he’d been holding back. “Because it felt pretty intentional to me.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. Minho rarely spoke like this, rarely let his emotions show so openly, and hearing him admit that he was upset made your stomach twist. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words got caught in your throat.

“I was just trying to help,” Minho continued, his gaze steady now, though there was a flicker of vulnerability behind his eyes. “I thought maybe if I did something small, it would make things easier for you. But instead…” He shook his head, looking away again, his jaw clenched. “You pushed me away.”

Guilt washed over you, heavier than before. “I didn’t mean to push you away,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I was just… overwhelmed. Everything felt like too much, and I needed space, but I didn’t handle it right.”

Minho’s lips pressed into a thin line as he listened, but he didn’t say anything right away. The silence that followed felt thick with unspoken emotions, and for a moment, you thought he wasn’t going to respond at all. But then he let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping slightly as if releasing some of the tension.

“I get that you needed space,” he finally said, his voice quieter now. “But you didn’t have to snap at me like that. You know I’m not good with… this.” He gestured vaguely between the two of you, frustration flickering across his face. “I’m not good with feelings, okay? But I try. I try to be there for you.”

The vulnerability in his words hit you like a punch to the chest. Minho wasn’t someone who easily opened up, even to you, and hearing him admit that he was trying—really trying—made the guilt twist even deeper.

“I know,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “I know you’re trying, and I didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t. I was just… I wasn’t thinking. I was caught up in my own head, and I didn’t consider how it would affect you.”

Minho was quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on the floor as he processed your words. Finally, he nodded slowly, though the tension in his posture remained. “I just…” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “It felt like I was doing something wrong, you know? Like no matter what I did, it wasn’t going to help.”

Your heart clenched at his words. You hadn’t realized how much your reaction had affected him, how deeply it had made him doubt himself. Minho was always so steady, so sure of himself, but now, seeing this vulnerable side of him, you realized just how much he cared—how much effort he put into trying to be there for you, even when it wasn’t easy for him.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, your voice trembling slightly. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. You weren’t doing anything wrong, I promise. I was just… I was overwhelmed, and I took it out on you. That wasn’t fair.”

Minho finally looked up at you, his expression softening slightly as he studied your face. The anger and frustration had faded, replaced by something more fragile—something that made your heart ache.

After a long moment, he sighed and stood up, closing the distance between you. He hesitated for a second before gently taking your hands in his, his touch warm but tentative. “I just want to understand,” he said quietly, his eyes searching yours. “So I can be better for you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice making your chest feel tight. You squeezed his hands gently, your throat constricting with emotion. “You already are,” you whispered, feeling the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “You’re more than enough, Minho. I just… I need to communicate better. I need to tell you when I’m feeling overwhelmed instead of bottling it up.”

He nodded slightly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “We both do, I guess.”

You smiled faintly at his attempt to lighten the mood, but the weight of the conversation still hung between you. After a moment, Minho pulled you into a gentle hug, resting his chin on top of your head as he held you close.

The tension slowly melted away as you stood there in his arms, the warmth of his embrace grounding you. You breathed him in, his familiar scent calming the storm that had been raging inside you all day.

“I’m sorry too,” he murmured softly against your hair. “For not giving you the space you needed. I just… I didn’t want you to feel like you were alone.”

Tears stung your eyes at his words, and you buried your face against his chest, overwhelmed by how much you loved him—how much he cared, even when it wasn’t easy for him to show it. “I never feel alone when I’m with you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Minho’s arms tightened around you, and you could feel the tension in his body ease as he let out a quiet sigh. “Good,” he said softly. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling the warmth of his words settle deep in your heart. You stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, the silence between you now filled with the quiet understanding that no matter how tough things got, you would always have each other.

And that was enough.

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You couldn’t breathe. The day had been too much—too many people, too much noise, too many expectations weighing you down. By the time you got home, you were hanging on by a thread, just trying to get some peace. But Minho, as caring as he was, didn’t seem to notice how close you were to unraveling.

He had been hovering, asking if you were okay, offering tea, trying to be close when all you needed was a little bit of space. You loved him for it—really, you did—but right now, it felt like his presence was only adding to the pressure.

“Hey, I got your favorite blanket,” he said, coming back from the bedroom and draping it over your shoulders. You could feel the warmth of the blanket and his love wrapped around you, but it wasn’t what you needed in that moment.

“Minho, please,” you snapped, shrugging off the blanket and standing up, needing to move, needing to do something to shake off the suffocating feeling. “I just need some space. I need you to stop trying to help. I can’t handle it right now.”

The words came out harsher than you intended, and you saw the flash of surprise and hurt in his eyes. He paused, looking at you for a moment before stepping back, his face tightening just a little.

“Okay,” he said quietly. He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor as he took a deep breath. “Okay, I understand.”

Without another word, he turned and left the room, leaving you alone. As the door clicked shut behind him, guilt started to creep in, overtaking the frustration that had been consuming you just moments ago. You sank back down onto the couch, your heart heavy as you replayed the scene in your mind.

It wasn’t his fault. Minho was just trying to help, and you had lashed out at him for it. You rubbed your face, trying to shake off the guilt, but it clung to you. The longer you sat there, the more the silence pressed down on you, and you realized that you couldn’t let things stay like this. You needed to apologize, to make him understand that it wasn’t about him—that it was just a bad moment that had nothing to do with how much you cared for him.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and made your way to the bedroom. Minho was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands folded in his lap as he stared down at the floor. The calmness in his posture was familiar, but there was a tension in the air that made your heart ache.

“Minho?” you said softly, stepping inside the room. He looked up, his expression unreadable. You swallowed, nerves making your stomach twist as you walked over to him. “Can we talk?”

He nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours. The hurt was still there, but it was muted, softened by a patience that you didn’t feel you deserved. You took a shaky breath and sat down next to him, clasping your hands tightly together.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” you began, your voice trembling a little. “I didn’t mean to. I was just… I was overwhelmed, and I needed space, and I didn’t handle it well. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that.”

Minho was quiet for a moment, watching you closely. Then he let out a soft sigh, his gaze shifting to his hands. “I know,” he said finally, his voice gentle. “I get it. I could see you were stressed, but… I just wanted to make it better. I didn’t realize I was pushing too much.”

You blinked, surprised by how quickly he acknowledged it. He wasn’t defensive, wasn’t trying to shift the blame. He was just… understanding. The guilt in your chest twisted a little tighter, but his acceptance eased it just enough for you to breathe a bit easier.

“I appreciate you trying to help,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I really do. I love that you care so much. I just… I didn’t need anything in that moment except a little time to myself.”

Minho nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he glanced over at you. “Yeah, I get that now. I just didn’t want you to feel alone.”

A soft warmth blossomed in your chest, and you reached out, taking his hand in yours. “I never feel alone with you,” you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. “I know you’re there for me. And I’m sorry for not telling you what I needed sooner. I could have handled it better.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze in return, and you felt the tension between you both slowly fading away. “It’s okay,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “I’m just sorry I didn’t notice sooner. I should have backed off.”

You shook your head, a small smile breaking through the lingering guilt. “No, you don’t have to apologize. You were just trying to help. I could have communicated better. But thank you for understanding.”

He leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The warmth of his lips, the gentle weight of his touch, made the last of the tension melt away. You leaned into him, letting his presence calm you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

After a moment, he pulled back, looking into your eyes with that familiar steadiness that always made you feel safe. “Next time,” he said, his voice soft but sincere, “just tell me. Even if it’s hard. I’ll give you space.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude as you looked up at him. “I will. I promise.”

He gave you a reassuring smile, pulling you into a warm embrace as he held you close. His fingers traced soothing patterns along your back, and you let yourself sink into his arms, comforted by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Wrapped in his embrace, you knew that no matter how overwhelming things got, you had someone who understood—even when you didn’t always communicate perfectly. And that was more than enough.