varsity soccer so he has the custom backpack that says CHOI and always wears something uni-related
like seriously….. seeing him not in a some sort of three-quarter zip or sweater with the uni’s name emblazoned on it is shocking af (taemin: go away we haven’t gotten new shipment since the last time you were here which was yesterday you already own the ENTIRE store)
he also owns uni socks which he unironically wears all the time and all the different types of shot glasses (onew’s broken at least three of them but minho just whips out extras, srsly they’re never ending)
a literal walking, talking uni advertisement (key: pls let me take you shopping for something else / minho: i have other clothes / key: WHERE)
in theory he probably should work at the bookstore but he sees how much taemin hates his job and if he can just use his discount there’s no need~
was actually scouted to be a campus tour guide (literally someone came up to him and begged him to join bc he was perfect for the job) and he is ridiculously good at it
also he could walk backwards well which is why onew did not make the cut
did so much extra research about the college so that he could be prepared for any questions and also to have fun facts on hand
which also came in handy for boring his friends to submission with very dry versions of the history of each and every building and sometimes he just does it for shits and giggles
once he came into the cafe during onew’s and jong’s shift and started reciting the history of the building they were in and the origin of the coffee bean and their faces were just pure panic bc they couldn’t even RUN AWAY and they can’t even fight their costumers even though they are being GIANT JERKS (jong: i will give you two coffees out of my own pocket for you to stop / minho: awww hyung you’re so sweet pls make them ventis)
but he’s just SO enthusiastic about his school that many incoming students could attribute their decision to come here to choi minho, master tour guide
he also volunteers at after-school programs in elementary schools and the students always scramble to him when they see him coming in
helps them with their homework and reads to them and lets the lil ones tie tufts of his hair (minho: do i look pretty?? / kid: the prettiest!!)
he’s so sweet with them and they always want to climb up on his shoulders and he lets them and holds their arms out like an airplane (and so that they won’t fall) and zooms around the room
avid college sports fan
no matter what the game, you can probably hear minho cheering loudly from the bleachers
someone got this great snapshot of him with football stripes on his cheeks and yelling which was blown up to larger-than-life proportions and lives in the welcome center
arguably his proudest achievement (”look mom i made it”)
srsly the school should honestly give him free tuition for all the endorsement he does as the uni’s poster boy
when studying he’s usually locked up with onew in the library but he’s also known to always keep his notes on him so he could study during breaks at soccer practice
he always has bananas on him that he’ll totally just give to anyone who asks but it’s a lot of bananas
also never skips breakfast no matter what so he’s seen a lot sprinting to class with a piece of toast in his mouth like an anime character
Warnings: inappropriate language and relationship between boss and employee, mentions of exhibitionism because…um this is me we’re talking about, outdoor sex.
Author’s Note: Requested by @prettyepiic Who basically wrote the summary for me:
“Ok. I want Negan to be some big wig bossman and I’m his little naive secretary. I think he’s smashing good looking but I never realize it until he hits on me. Somehow we fuck and it’s nasty naughty goooood.
The first piece of Negan writing I’ve done that doesn’t feature a threesome. If that’s your thing, check it out here.
You were organizing your desk. You were still fairly new at your job and eager to impress, especially Negan, you boss. You heard elevator to the top floor chimed signalling that Negan would soon be making his appearance. You smiled hearing his gravely voice. “Y/N, how are you sweet cheeks?”
“I’m fine Negan. The reports are on your desk and you have a meeting at 11 to discuss the new Atherton Solutions project” Negan gave you a smile that made your heart race. You didn’t think you would ever get used to Negan and his dashing good looks.
Negan scrolled through his phone, looking at emails. “What are you doing this weekend?”
You shrugged, you didn’t have any plans. You were just planning on watching some television while snuggled under the covers. “Nothing”
Negan raised his eyebrow. “How does a gorgeous girl like you have nothing to do? No dates?”
You blushed and shook your head. You didn’t want Negan to know how unlucky in love you were. “Those men don’t know what they’re missing.”
That is all that has been on Shawn’s mind for the past two weeks— That and of course, perfecting his tour rehearsal.
You know him well, underneath that façade and covering he has presented to the world is a very passionate Shawn, who is also remarkably nervous about getting on the road again.
For the last week, it has been you who has been woken to the feel of delicate kisses to your skin, stirring to the warm touch of his fingertips drawing small patterns on your skin while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, pleasantly lulling you awake.
Today— You find yourself waking before Shawn, the dull ray of light peeking through the hotel curtains as you tug at the white comforter, trying to wrap yourself in it for its warmth. With a heavy sigh, you give up on the covers, acknowledging how Shawn’s body is holding down the comforter with no intentions of parting ways with it.
You shuffle closer to his sleeping body, his head tilted slightly to the side as he sleeps soundly on his back. You press a few luscious kisses on his smooth skin, lacing his neck with loving kisses. A muffled mumble escapes his lips, his eyes still closed. With a small giggle, you proceed to leave kisses on his surface, your fingers trailing his uncovered skin like his does yours.
He muffles another mumble, your lips parting ways with the softness of his skin, your eyes meeting his whisky coloured eyes. “mmm, hey there.” His voice is deep and sleepy, his tongue licking the edge of his lips,
“Hey,” You whisper, leaning down for a kiss, enabling him to leisurely wake up with honeyed kisses.
“It’s a big day.” He breathes with a small smile coating across his delicate lips. You nod in agreement—A lot of anticipation is likely to be boiling inside him as the day has finally arrived. The day of his first show of his second tour.