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Minho

Minho x Reader
"They're so cute I'm honestly about to vomit up the pancakes Thomas just made," Teresa squealed, while Thomas gagged beside her, gesturing to Minho and you holding hands and swinging them happily as if you were a couple of kids on the playground. Minho whispered something in your ear that made you gasp and hit him on the head. He only responded with a loud chuckle and a kiss on the cheek.
"I wonder if they've fucked yet," Frypan thought out loud rubbing his nonexistent philosopher beard.
"They're not even official yet," Newt snorted. Minho and Newt had a very brief discussion of your relationship status which was basically nonexistent because Minho was too scared to ask you to be his girlfriend, "I swear we'll actually rid this world of racism and sexism before he asks her out," Newt laughed at his own morbid joke while the others just threw him looks.
"Are you fucking kidding me!" Teresa screeched, an irritated look forming on her face. She gathered the boys around and whispered as they hatched an evil yet genius plan.
You and Minho reached the cafe only to notice that the gang of idiots were no longer behind you.
"Where are they?" you mumbled worriedly.
"Who cares? I finally get some alone time with my princess without Newt or Teresa or someone ruining the moment," Minho grinned, tugging at your hand leading you into his favorite cafe.
"Hey Min!" A cute chubby boy with rosy cheeks waved energetically, "Alby! Minho and his girlfriend are here!" The boy giggled into his hands like he just said a dirty word.
"We're not dating" you mumbled, a little bothered by the title when you weren't even asked yet. You turned to see Minho shifting uncomfortably. You sighed, annoyed.
"Chuck! How do you know that word?" An intimidating tall man with an apron around his waist looked at the boy sternly. The little boy pouted and stuck his tongue out at him.
"Alby stop being such a jinkie!" Chuck punched Alby's tummy lightly before scurrying in fear. Alby shook his head, a smile forming on his face as he looked at the running boy.
The couple were seated and they were waiting for their coffees and cinnamon buns to come out.
"What's a jinkie?" you wondered about the word as soon as the boy said it. Minho laughed as a reply, grinning widely. You liked him best when he was happy, his dimples showing, smiles suited him, almost made him younger, making the worry lines on his face melt.
"It's the Chuck version of jerk. Alby doesn't like him cursing too much, figures that he'll keep the boy as an angel for as long as he can. As you can tell, not working too well," he smiled.
"You're cute," you mumbled. Minho's ears perked up at the words.
"What was that princess?" Minho teased.
"I said you smell like manure, ovary boy," you quipped back.
"Oh my god, please let that go already," Minho groaned, the tip of his ears turning red.
"So," you sang awkwardly, daring to dance on the little blurry line of friendship and romance.
"So?" Minho replied.
"Never mind," you frowned, frustrated.
"Princess what-" his phone began to ring, cutting him off, "sorry princess, just one second," He stood up to take the call.
"Minho! You bloody fucking twat!" Newt screamed through the phone.
"Newt what the hell! You just ruined a perfectly good moment with me and my princess!" Minho whined.
"A moment of idiocy you fucking moron! Ask her out already!" Newt continued to curse at him like a sailor, calling him names from imbecile to shithead.
"It's not the right time," Minho ran his hands through his hair, frustrated, "I don't even have the flowers I was planning to give her yet and I-I can't,"
"It's not the right time," Newt mocked in a whiny voice, "Shut the hell up! You're going to lose her if you don't. Don't worry about the flowers, just come outside, your squad has got you!"
You saw Minho leave the cafe, but made no move to follow him knowing he would be back. The chimes sounded a few minutes later and you turned to see a boy in the same outfit as Minho, but his face was covered with a bouquet of red and white roses.
"Minho? Is that you? It must not be. The Minho I know could never be this romantic," you teased, but your heart was beating so fast you were afraid it would stop working.
"Shut up princess," Minho grumbled shyly behind the flowers. He cleared his throat and knelt on one knee, "Will you be my actual princess now and not just as a nickname? I'll give you kisses whenever you want them and whenever you don't. I'll wrap my arms around you when you can't hold yourself up. I'll get hurt so you won't have to. I'll share your pain and happiness with you, as I will with mine. Will you be the ovaries to my balls? Okay wow, that was disgusting and the worst way to end the cutest speech ever," He held the flowers out and you hummed in wonder for a few minutes, "please answer my knee is starting to hurt,"
"Maybe I should make you wait a little longer, you did make me scared to death you weren't even going to do this you know?"
"Princess, please," he begged, and you chuckled and took the flowers, "so is that a yes?"
Your lips on his and his arms around your waist was enough of an answer for Minho.