it’s been a long time since anybody last made a complete list, so i decided to. these blogs might not even be active, but they’re still here. i don’t know. if you or someone you know isn’t on here, tell me!
“What, no birthday hug?” Minhyuk appears behind you, making
“Happy birthday,” You smile, leaning into his chest, his open
arms waiting for you. He holds you tightly and you squeeze him back, inhaling
his unique Minhyuk smell.
You don’t want to let him go, you want to stay in his arms
all day, feeling his hands on your back, rubbing soft circles in a way that
makes you think he doesn’t realise he’s doing it.
He’s warm, and solid, and he smells good, and you’re
painfully in love with the boy.
He starts to laugh when you cling on tighter as he tries to
pull away. “Come on, koala bear, we’re going to be late!” He pries you off him
and slings his arm around your shoulder, leading you towards your next class,
“Did you get everything you wanted?”
“Hmmm,” he fake thinks, “Almost. I haven’t got a birthday kiss
The thought makes your face heat up, you’d love nothing more
than to give him a birthday kiss, slow and sweet. And that kiss would open the
door to whatever else you wanted to do to him, sweet, and otherwise.
“Shame,” you answer, your eye on the classroom door. You can
almost hear the whispers already.
Everyone knows exactly how mad for Minhyuk you are, except
Minhyuk himself, and you’ve been the talk of the class for some months now, as
you become more and more desperate, and he more and more oblivious.
Minhyuk pushes it open, holding it for you to go through,
his hand leading you in on your lower back.
Eyes flicker towards the pair of you and then to their neighbours,
hands fly to cover mouths as whispers begin, wondering if you’ve confessed, or
if he’s cheating on his girlfriend with you.
Because it’s not you he’s wanting a birthday kiss from. It’s
her. His girlfriend of three weeks.
You don’t want to hate her, you know that anyone Minhyuk
chooses to spend his time with must be wonderful and lovely. And that much is
true; the little time you’ve spent with your best friend’s girl you’ve seen her
sweet nature, her sense of humour, and her very pretty smile that she nervously
covers with her hand when she laughs.
But you can’t like her. You can’t stop the uncomfortable
flip of your stomach when he talks about her. Or the uneasy thundering of your heart
when he lets go of you to take her hand instead. And that acidic bubble of
jealousy that leaps up your throat and threatens to spill out in angry words
when he kisses her goodbye, the softest of pecks, followed by a shy giggle from
both of them.
It makes your skin prickle just to think about the fact that
someone else gets to share all the secret little intimate parts of himself that
only you should know. Soon this new girl would know more about him than you
You clench your fists at the thought, denting your soft palms
with your nails, trying to ignore the speculation of your classmates as you
make your way to your seat.
“Catch you after class,” Minhyuk grins, making his own way
to his seat, squeezing your shoulder.
You drop into your seat with a soft sigh, catching the
attention of your friend, already sat in her seat next to the window, “What’s
up? Is it Minhyuk?”
“It’s his birthday today.”
“And that’s a bad thing because…?”
“Because he wants a birthday kiss.”
“Then give him one!”
“Not from me,” You slam your bag on the table and tug out
your books, “from his girlfriend.” You
sneer. You hate being like this, bitter and jealous, but you can’t help it. You
were there first, you’ve loved him longer, and maybe even more than she does,
it’s not fair you should be the one making him smile and giving him birthday
She shrugs, “Give him one anyways. If he freaks out you can
say it’s a birthday kiss nothing more, if he doesn’t, then you’re in.”
You wish you had the guts to try it out, but the thought
still makes you smile.
You have to sit through an hour of class, leaning your cheek
on your fist, bored out of your mind, wishing you were still tucked into bed.
Maybe tucked into Minhyuk while you’re at it.
But finally, you’re allowed to slink out, like a line of
weary sheep, not having digested the majority of the information during the fifty-minute
class. No one can blame you, it’s been a long week, and you only managed to
drag yourself out of bed this morning with the promise that it is finally Friday
And Minhyuk is quick to find you again, his warm hand
settling on your waist as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. And for
the two of you, it is.
You’ve always been close, and he’s never been shy about
showing his affection towards you physically, in the form of back hugs, front
hugs, hand holding and tugging your body into his at every opportunity.
It’s probably one of the reasons you’ve fallen so hard for
him, the constant affection made it so much easier for you to close your eyes
and pretend you were together.
“You’re coming over tonight right?” His voice snaps you out
of your own mind.
“For my birthday party! We’ve literally been talking about
this for weeks!”
“Oh yeah.” An entire evening of watching Minhyuk snuggling
up with his girl, getting cosier and cosier as the night goes on. “Not sure if I’m
up to it, Hyukkie.”
He stops dead in the hallway, stalling you with him, “What?!” Eyes swivel towards you too at
his outburst, “You can’t bail on me! Apart from me you’re the most important
“What does ‘mmm’ mean? If it doesn’t mean ‘Of course I’m
coming!’ then I’m going to drag you there myself.”
“Minhyuk I’m tired! School is tiring me out! Life is tiring
me out.” You whine.
He shakes you a little, your hips banging together. “You’re
such a moaner. Please come? I’ll be so lonely without you!”
“You’ve got plenty of friends Minhyuk, you won’t even notice
I’m not there.”
You feel guilty, abandoning him after his pleading, whining,
and eventually his aegyo to try and tempt you. But you had stuck hard to your
decision, stomping to your room after school and throwing yourself onto your
bed instead of picking out an outfit for the night.
You knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it, and why twist
your already broken heart?
Your ceiling stares back at you. “Shut up.” You mumble,
turning over on your bed. “I’m not going, I can’t watch them.”
You sulk for the next few hours, picking your way through
your food, mumbling when your mum asks you why you’re not heading over to
“Don’t really feel like it.”
She narrows her eyes, not believing you, but lets you get
away with it.
You ignore the texts he sends you, the cute pouty pictures
he spams you with, even the video of him yelling over the music for you to get
your butt over there.
And when you phone rings you don’t answer it, going to shove
it under your pillow before catching the contact name flashing on your screen.
“Annyong!” He cries down the phone. “Come to the party! The
birthday boy is sulking without his favourite!”
“I’m not his favourite Eunkwang.”
“Of course you are! Come on he’s got no one to cling on to.”
“That’s what his girlfriend’s for.”
“She’s not here! She bailed, she’s sick.”
“Yes! Come over now!”
“Alright, I’m on my way.”
Eunkwang picks you up himself, eager to show off his driving
skills, chatting your ear off the whole way, telling you what you’ve missed,
who’s at the party, and who isn’t. “I didn’t tell him I was coming to get you,
it’ll be a nice surprise.”
You grin, “You think?”
“Yeah! He loves you!”
You glance out the window, smashing your cheek against the
cold window. “If only.”
Eunkwang punches your arm. “Of course he does.” He turns
back to the road, glancing at you briefly. “He doesn’t talk about her half as
much as he talks about you.”
“Shut up,” But you’re smiling out the window.
Eunkwang laughs. “I’m serious. That boy is crazy about you,
even if he can’t see it himself.” He pulls into Minhyuk’s drive, switching the
engine off. “You ready?”
“You came!” Minhyuk jumps to his feet, running into a table
in his eagerness. He swears, holding his bruised shin with a cry. “It’s ok,” he
insists, seeing you rush over to him, unable to contain your laughter. Up close
you can see the tears in his eyes, “I’m fine.” He laughs with you, wincing when
he puts his leg down.
“You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah but I’m your idiot.” He grins, pulling you close.
“I have something for you.” You mumble into his chest on
“What is it?” His eyes, still sparkling with pain induced
tears search you face as he pulls back.
“Not here, is your room free?”
“Sure! Unless Ilhoon’s dragged a poor girl in there.” He
giggles at the thought.
He slips his hand into yours, pulling you upstairs, away
from the loud music and into the quiet of his familiar bedroom.
The times you’ve studied here together, played video games,
card games and even drinking games, bitched about school, grades, friends, exes,
It seems different now, smaller, but maybe it’s because you
two are both bigger, and there’s a girlfriend shaped space between the two of
You wonder if she’s lay in that bed with him, making out,
doing things his parents don’t know about, things he hasn’t told you about.
But you shake your head, if you keep thinking like that you
won’t do what you’re planning to.
“What do you have for me?” His face is puzzled, but
anticipating, eyes bright waiting for what you’re about to give him. Always
anticipating when it comes to you.
It strengthens your resolve and you close the space between
you, rising on your tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Your heart is racing like crazy, knowing you’re crossing a boundary
in your friendship that you won’t be able to return from. But you don’t care,
you’re kissing Minhyuk, and it’s all you ever wanted.
You drop back down to the flats of your feet, still close enough
to him to feel his quick breath on your lips. “You said you wanted a birthday
kiss.” You whisper, eyes stuck on his, trying to read his reaction.
They’re wide in shock, his lips parted, on the edge of
But his lips close again, and, determined, he kisses you
back, pulling you in with his hand on the back of your neck.
Your body sinks into his, chests touching and his other hand
finds your hip, dragging you even closer. His lips open yours, claiming you
with open mouthed kisses, his hot breath filling your mouth, clouding your
Fingers run up his chest, his skin burning beneath his shirt
on your fingertips.
You pull back, half in surprise. “Minhyuk,” you gasp,
breathless, your face on fire, “your girlfriend.”
A flash of guilt crosses his face as he looks down away,
still holding you tightly to his body. But his eyes find you again, his voice
low when he says, “She’s not you.”
You should feel the same guilt, should push him away and
tell him that until they’re over nothing can happen between you two. But you
are absolutely love drunk on him, and the last thing you want to do is push him
way, put more space between the pair of you.
He kisses you again, sweetly on your lips, down on your jaw
and softly, so much so you barely feel it, on your neck.
“Minhyuk,” you breathe again, the spot where he kissed
sending sparks of electricity through your body.
He kisses the same spot, harder, “I want you to say my name like
that again.” His voice is still deep and low, vibrating against your skin where
his mouth lies. His teeth graze softly, his mouth curling to a smirk when he
hears you draw in breath, “All night.”
You nod enthusiastically, whimpering when his warmth leaves
you to lock his door.
He turns back, gripping your hips and hoisting you up so
your legs wrap around him, and walking you to his bed. “I never imagined you
would want me like this.” he admitted, laying you down on his bed, crawling
“Why on earth wouldn’t I want you? That’s crazy!”
He hides his head in your shoulder, your cute Minhyuk again,
“I don’t know.” He giggles.
You pull his head up to look at you. “I want you.” You affirm,
in a serious voice. “Very, very much.”
He grins, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons, kissing
you again. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. Are you?”
“I’m sure. So sure.” His hand runs down your waist and under
your top, creeping his hand over your warm stomach. His lips find yours, moving
against them slowly, as if you two have forever to do this.
Maybe you do.
This took so crazy long I’m so sorry, but it’s Minhyukkie’s birthday today so I thought this was a good time to do this request. It is currently un-spellchecked and I took some artistic liberties, and it was more suggestive than actual smut, but I hope it resembles something like what you wanted!!!