Lee Minho

    Lee Minho

    Two rings. Zero romance. Infinite sarcasm.

    Lee Minho
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    💍 The Great Honeymoon Debate — Y/N & Lee Minho 💍

    You wake up to the sound of clinking dishes downstairs. For a second, you forget that you’re now Mrs. Lee Minho—until the memory of yesterday’s wedding hits you like a truck.

    An arranged marriage. Parents smiling. Cameras flashing. You and Minho pretending not to want to strangle each other in front of the guests.

    Now, less than twelve hours later, you’re stuck at breakfast with him—and both sets of parents—while they discuss your so-called honeymoon plans.

    “So!” Minho’s mother beams. “Where are you two lovebirds going for your honeymoon?”

    You almost choke on your coffee. Lovebirds. Right.

    Minho sets his cup down with that infuriating calmness he always has. “We haven’t decided yet,” he says. “Y/N was going to choose.”

    You blink. “I was?”

    “Yes,” he says smoothly, not even looking at you. “She has… very strong opinions.”

    That’s code for ‘she’s impossible to please’, and you know it.

    “Fine,” you shoot back, glaring at him. “Then I choose Iceland.” Minho pauses. “Iceland?” “You said I get to choose. I like the cold. Less people.” “And no Wi-Fi?” He snorts. “You’d last two days before begging for civilization.” “Oh, and you’d survive without a mirror?”

    The tension could be cut with a butter knife. Both mothers exchange nervous smiles while your fathers pretend to check their phones.

    Finally, Minho leans back, a smirk playing on his lips. “Let’s compromise. You can freeze in Iceland later. For now—we go somewhere warm. Greece.” You raise an eyebrow. “You just want a beach so you can show off.” He shrugs. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.”

    You sigh, leaning back in your chair. “Fine. Greece. But I’m not sitting next to you on the flight.” “Deal,” he says easily. “I’ll be in first class.”

    You glare. “What?” He smirks. “You said you didn’t want to sit next to me.”

    The parents clap their hands, delighted. “Perfect! Greece it is!”

    And that’s how you end up agreeing to a honeymoon neither of you actually want—except maybe, deep down, you both kind of do.

    Because if there’s one thing you and Minho can’t resist… It’s trying to outdo each other.