your heart & your headache, too ⤖ lee minho
❖ genre : stray god (?) au; fluff; humor; angst; action
❖ word count : 9,6k.
❖ warning : swearing, mentions of violence, blood, injuries, stitches
❖ summary : a self-proclaimed god shows up at your door in the middle of the night for a place to stay. you let him and hope the unconventional encounter doesn’t become a regular thing. of course, it becomes a regular thing.
❖ sequel blurb : read it here!
❖ dedicated to @poutylino : happy birthday robi! i hope you’ll like this mess of a fic ♡
There is a stranger in your living room.
There is a stranger in your living room.
There is—holy shit…you need to call the cops.
“Out of the way,” the stranger spats calmly.
“Show me your face.”
He is unfortunately very good-looking; the kind of face that all beings envy for God only has one favorite and that’s him, the kind of face that makes the most expensive diamond look dull in comparison, the kind that screams ‘tougher in body and nobler in heart than any creature in the world’ like any novel’s protagonist. Oh yeah, did you mention that he has a really nice physique too?
“I said, move.” He stumbles forward, heavy and inconsistent breaths.
In any case, he’s someone you’ve never met before in your life. Therefore, your brain is overworking itself to figure out what the fuck is going on (as if it’s not overworked on a daily basis already). One moment you were minding your own business on the couch and stressing over your homework. The next, there’s an explosion of light and there he was. Meaning, this absolutely skeptical, worthy-of-being-reported man can’t just expect you to simply move.
“Last time I checked, this is my living room, which you’re not supposed to be in,” you tilt your head curiously at his silhouette being cast on the white wall. “You should move.”
maya’s writing afterthought —
So I think I have (intentionally or not I don’t really remember) carved Minho into an intentionalist forced to embrace the philosophy of consequentialism, meaning the end justifies the means.