ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ 0ɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ: {ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ}

Instructions

The problem with Lee Minho was that he didn’t know how to leave you alone. You’d been trying to study for the last hour, your laptop open, highlighter in hand, determined to finish the last chapter of your notes. But Minho had other plans—plans that involved distracting you every three minutes. First, he’d “accidentally” spilled his coffee just close enough to make you jump. Then, he’d sprawled himself across your bed, hair a mess from his recent shower, scrolling through his phone and humming under his breath. Now, he was watching you. Like, really watching you. “Minho,” you said, without looking up, “I can feel your eyes burning a hole through my head.” He hummed, pretending to think. “That’s because your head’s in the way of your pretty face.” You rolled your eyes and turned another page. “Leave me alone.” “Can’t,” he said easily, tossing his phone aside and sitting up. “You’re my favorite form of entertainment.” “I’m literally doing homework.” “Exactly.” He grinned. “You get all serious and p0uty, and your nose scrunches up when you can’t find the right word. You're SO adorable.” You turned in your chair to glare at him, but that only made him smirk wider. He stood, stretching like a cat, and wandered over to where you sat, leaning down until h!s ch!n rested on your shoulder. His voice dropped l0w. “You sure you want me to leave you alone, Y/N?” Your pvlse jumped. He smelled clean-like soap and the faintest hint of his cologne-and you could feel the warmth of his br3ath t!ckle your n3ck. “Minho…” you warned. “What?” he said, all innocence, though his hand came to rest on the back of your chair, f!ngers brvshing the edge of y0ur arm. “I’m not t0uching y0u.” “You’re hovering.” “I’m supporting,” he grinned. “Moral support. You know, the kind that comes with n3ck k!ss3s.” Before you could react, he pressed a s0ft k!ss to the side of your n3ck, so light it made you sh!v3r. “Minho!” you yelped, spinning around. He laughed, stepping back just out of reach, eyes glittering. “Now you’re not thinking about studying anymore.” “That was the point!” He tilted his head, grinning in that maddeningly smug way that made your he@rt race. “So it worked.” You groaned, standing to shove at his ch3st, but he caught your wr!sts easily. His grin softened, and for a moment, the teasing faded. “Hey,” he murmured. “You’ve been studying for hours. Take a break. Just… st with me for a b!t.” You hesitated, the w of his h around yours impossible to ignore. “You’re impossible.” “Mm, but you l!ke me anyway.” You sighed. “Unfortunately.” He leaned down, brvshing his l!ps against your temple. “Fortunately,” he corrected softly. You gave in, letting him tvg you toward the b3d. As soon as you sat down, he pvll3d you close, tucking you against h!s ch3st with a satisfied sigh. “See?” he whispered. “This is better.” You wanted to argue, you really did—but when his fingers began tracing l circles on your , and his heartbeat settled steady against y0ur ear, you found yourself m3lting instead. “Fine,” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut. “Just for a bit.” Minho smiled into your ha!r. “That’s all I needed.” A pause. Then, with a smirk you could hear in his voice— “…So, what chapter were you on again?” You groaned. “Lee Minho, leave me alone!” His laughter filled the room, l0w and sw3et. “Never.”