Monsta X | Smut Collection

Loser 🔞 | Minhyuk Pt. 1

This is something that was inspired by the whole Regina/Rodrick crackship. We have a very submissive Min and a very dominant y/n here. Hope you like it 🖤

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Loser Part 1

The hallway parts like the Red Sea the moment I step through the doors.
Lip gloss catching the light, heels clicking in rhythm with the bell. People pretend they're not looking, but they are. They always are.

"Queen's here," someone whispers.
Someone else actually claps. I don't hate it. I built this reputation over the past four years, brick by brick.

My girls trail beside me. I toss my hair, slide my sunglasses down, and offer a sweet smile to a group of football players who trip over their own feet.

Pathetic.

I laugh.

"Big game Friday," Ava chirps next to me as we stop in front of my locker. "Coach said they're dedicating halftime to you, by the way. For the Homecoming Queen legacy montage."

I grin. "Finally. I was wondering when my reign would get the highlight reel it deserves."

They giggle—because of course they do, I'm hilarious as fuck.

Just when I'm about to pivot to my first class he appears.

Minhyuk.

In all his loser emo glory.

Black hoodie half-unzipped to reveal a faded band tee, wrists cluttered with leather cuffs, smudged eyeliner that's probably left over from last night's 'rehearsal.'

He's laughing at something his friend says, tossing drumsticks between his hands like he was born to annoy me.

I sigh.

Minhyuk only exists to make my life harder in every way. He's late to class, loud in the halls, and allergic to shutting up. He smells like sugar and sarcasm and drums on every surface like he needs his own background music.

He's got that smug half-smile that says he knows exactly how to get under my skin—and fully intends to.

"Well, if it isn't our beloved ruler," he says, loud enough for the hallway to hear. "All hail Her Majesty of Lip Gloss and tiny handbags."

Groans ripple through my fan club. Ava mutters, "Ugh, him again."

I exhale slowly, eyeing him with the kind of look that's ended lesser men. "Minhyuk, darling, do you practice being this annoying, or does it come naturally?"

He presses a hand to his heart. "I like to think of it as a gift. Like your talent for pretending you don't care what people think."

The hallway collectively gasps—because no one talks to me like that. No one except him.

I smile sweetly, step closer. "Careful. If you keep talking, I might mistake you for someone relevant."

He leans in just enough that I can smell his stupid cologne.

"Oh, you're so mean."

"And you're obsessed with me."

I slam the locker shut and walk away. Just when I think it's over, his voice blares down the hall.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, princess."

I don't respond. Because if I do, he wins. And Minhyuk lives for the game.

Ava huffs next to me. "Why do people even like him when he's literally unbearable?"

Jamie shrugs. "Probably because he's hot in a tragic indie way."