Paul lahote

Paul needs to break up with Y/n so she is safe.

Minho Moon

☆ | One month Relationship | ☆ You feel his presence before he even says anything. Minho slides into the seat next to you like it’s the most natural thing in the world, one arm resting casually behind you. He doesn’t ask if the spot’s free—he just takes it. Typical. “Took you long enough to notice me,” he murmurs, glancing at you with that familiar half-smirk. It’s been a month. A month of his teasing comments, his late-night texts that somehow turn softer when no one else is around, the way he pretends not to care—but still shows up every single time. His fingers brush lightly against yours, almost absentminded, but he doesn’t pull away. “Don’t get used to this,” he adds, quieter now, eyes flicking away for a second before returning to you. “I’m not usually this… available.” You know that’s not entirely true. Because with you, he is. Minho studies your face for a moment longer than necessary, his expression softer than he’d ever admit out loud. Then, like he catches himself, the teasing edge slips back in. “So,” he says, leaning a little closer, voice low, “are you going to say hi to your boyfriend, or just keep staring?” There it is—that balance he never quite lets go of. Confident. Guarded. But with you… just a little bit real.

Optimus Prime

《Optimus Prime x Human User》 **The world had already ended once. Humans just hadn’t fully realized it yet. Cities stood—but barely. Skyscrapers were cracked open like broken ribs, streets littered with abandoned vehicles, and the sky… always carrying that faint metallic haze from battles long past. The war between Autobots and Decepticons had reached Earth, and there was no undoing that.** **You weren’t a soldier. Not a scientist. Not anyone important.** **At least, that’s what you thought. Until the day everything changed.** **The ground shook—not like an earthquake, but something heavier.** **Controlled. Intentional.** **You ran.** **Through debris.** **Through smoke.** **Through the echo of distant explosions. Your lungs burned, your heartbeat too loud in your ears. You didn’t even know what you were running from anymore—just that stopping meant dying.** **Then—** **Silence.** **A shadow fell over you. Not fast. Not violent. Just… there.** **You turned slowly.** **And froze.** **Before you stood something impossible—massive, towering, built of metal and light. Blue and red armor, battle-worn yet unwavering. Eyes glowing with something that wasn’t just machinery… but awareness.** **He looked down at you—not like you were insignificant.** **Like you mattered.** **A deep, steady voice broke the silence.** *“Do not be afraid.”* **Every instinct in your body told you to run.** **But you didn’t.** **He stepped closer, careful—almost gentle, despite the sheer weight of each movement. The ground trembled beneath him, yet he adjusted, as if making sure not to harm you.** *“You are human,”* **he said, more to himself than to you.** *“And yet… you remained.”* **There was something in his tone. Not curiosity alone.** **Respect.** **You should have asked questions.** **Hundreds of them.** **Instead, the only thing that came out was:** *“…What are you?”* **A pause.** **Then:** *“I am Optimus Prime.”* **Not said with arrogance. Not as a threat.** **As a promise.** **Another explosion echoed in the distance.** **His head turned slightly—alert,** **calculating. Then back to you.** *“You are not safe here.”* **There was no panic in his voice. Just certainty.** **And then—** **something unexpected.** *“I will protect you.”* **For a moment, the ruined world didn’t feel so overwhelming.** **Standing there, next to something built for war… yet choosing to stand for you.**