#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ mingi ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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fix_n_on thank you princess 🩷 (translated)

user1 oh to be called princess by song mingi 🥲

user2 happy birthday mingi!!!

user3 the wolf has found his prey (like by author)

user11 youre done 💀😭

[preciousjoongie]

୨Girl Y♡u Loud୧

୨ now she running from the dick ♡ i told her stay with it ୧

୨syn♡psis⇝ san's friends come to hang out but when you join in on the mix—which was awkward—his friends can't get enough of you. san noticed, making them leave early. your punishment was soon to come.

୨g♡nre⇝ san x f!reader, rough sex, denied orgasms, multiple orgasms (each), different positions, dirty talk, oral sex (m!receiving), mouth fucking, pervy friends, thoughts of cucking, foursome, oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), nipple play, size kink, reader is fucked dumb(er), mentions of drinking, spanking and definitely more but.. this is a lot already

"isn't this what you wanted?" san grunted, pushing his cock harder into your pussy. your legs were pushed part, his knees digging into the bed. "practically throwing yourself at my friends with that outfit. such a fucking slut." you grabbed at anything you could—bedsheets, your boobs, his arms—you tried so hard to ground yourself, knowing your next orgasm would shatter you. but wait.. we need the backstory.

earlier

"hi, sannie." you beamed, bending over the couch, kissing his cheek; he gave a warm smile and kissed your cheek back. you looked up, noticing his friends. that's right.. they were coming over today. "hi," you whispered to them awkwardly. they waved back with awkward and soft smiles. you weren't as close to his friends; however, it was always little awkward for his friends when you came around. you, being a little more on the oblivious side, you didn't know why it was so awkward. but, of course, san did.

you came around the arm of the couch, sitting next to san. he peeped your short pink skirt when you came around, that was already short enough just by standing—it rode up a bit when you sat down. his friend yunho, the eldest of the 4, stared down at your thighs. his mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to stuff his head between them—he wanted to feel your plush thighs squeeze his head from his tongue. he wanted to look up at you as you withered.

meanwhile his other friend—and closest—wooyoung, slid down in his seat, "trying to get comfortable." in truth, he was really trying to catch a glimpse of your panties. and if he was lucky, which he definitely was not, you wouldn't be wearing any. he could see the faint outline of your lips pressing against and that was enough for him. his hands gripped onto the baggy crotch of his pants, secretly "adjusting" them.

and to his last friend, mingi. mingi wasn't too focused on your thighs or trying to get a glimpse of your pussy—no, he was more entranced by your boobs and tight your shirt was. your boobs were practically spilling out in his eyes. and ever since you had walked in, the way they slightly bounced drew him in. he wondered what it would get like to make you cum just from sucking your nipples or maybe just to knead your boobs in his big hands.

the only thing standing in between them and you was san.. all in all, the three of them have always looked at you like they wanted to snatch you away from him. but san wasn't gonna let that happen. that's why it was so awkward between you guys. you've just yet to notice how they look at you.

you clung tightly onto your boyfriends arm, pressing your puffy cheek against the muscle. "what are you guys doing?" you chimed, breaking the quick silence that filled the area when you walked in. san shook his head, "nothing much. just planning on the next time we can go get drinks." you nodded. "can i come?" looking up at san with a smile; he chuckled in response.

it seemed like all 3 of san's friends were telepathic—like they were sending the same thought to each other. that thought being you drinking a shit ton of alcohol with them, the 4 of you getting drunk. and yes.. the 4 of you. san wasn't included in this. they didn't want san to be involved—they wanted to have you to themselves.

they wanted to have you spread out for them. yunho's face would shoved deep into your pussy, smothering himself in your juices—his big hands, one that he thought could touch you better than sans, groping your thighs. at the same time, mingi's lips were wrapped around your hard nipple, sucking his life away. his other hand, which he also thought was better than san's, groping away at your other boob—just wanting to make sure they both get treated right. and lastly, wooyoung sitting on his knees beside your head. his cock, which—not surprisingly, i mean all three of them think they're better out of jealousy—he thought was better than san's, was getting pushed into your throat. yunho would feel how your thighs clamped around his head from the double—possibly triple—amounts of pleasure as you came. mingi would feel how you arched your back, pushing your chest into mingi. and wooyoung would feel how you choked on his cock, his cum and your moans. all the while, san would be sitting across the room only getting to watch them make you cum and sob—over and over and over again. all without him.

these thoughts were short-lived when they heard san chuckle and tell you no. a small pout forming on your face. oh, what those 3 boys would do to fuck that pout off your face. maybe even give you another reason to pout. "i told you no the last time you asked. you should know i won't change my mind." san pressed a loving kiss to your pout. he was never embarrassed to kiss you in front of his friends; he loved showing off the fact that he has an amazing girlfriend. and he loved the fact that he could show off how much he loved you.

"you're right." you looked at san with a small smile. he gently rubbed up your thigh; a little high. his fingers accidentally pushed your skirt higher making you giggle and pull it down. "ok, i'll get out of your way. go back to talking about your drinks or whatever." you giggled, standing up. bending down in front of san, you pressed a kiss to his lips. he kissed back, lightly biting at your lip and pulled you a bit closer.

yunho, mingi, and wooyoung watched. yunho leaned forward in his seat, watching your skirt come up to show almost half of your ass—your ass was too big to be in that tiny skirt anyway. they all caught a glimpse of your pink lace panties. they, especially wooyoung, got a better glimpse of the lips of your pussy. and what seemed to be a small, but sort of growing, wet spot right where your entrance would be. they all mentally groaned at the sight.

your lips carefully traveled to his jaw. his hands enveloped your face. "not here, baby." he whispered in your ear; you only seemed to grow wetter at the nickname. if you looked close enough, which i'm sure they all did and they all saw, you could probably see how your pussy twitched at the name. you nodded, licking your lips—finally, standing up straight. "ok, bye boys." you giggled before walking back upstairs. san watched you leave—they all did. they all watched you ascend up the staircase and back into your bedroom.

"enjoy the show?" san questioned the 3 boys—their cheeks suddenly flushed red. "u-uh, what?" yunho sputtered. san lightly smacked his lips, rolling his eyes, "don't think i didn't notice. i could see the way you guys were practically drooling over her. you want my girlfriend that bad and it's shameful; i'm right here. right in front of you, right beside her."

"look, man, we didn't mean to. it's just she's so- i don't know the right words to say without sounding like an asshole." wooyoung explained cautiously. yunho and mingi nodded vigorously in agreement. "and it's like she knows what she's doing. bending down in a tiny skirt, wet pussy in front of our faces.. we couldn't help it."

san froze. "wet?" san raised an eyebrow as he questioned. all three of them nodded. san thought about how you could get off from getting him mad and teasing his friends. he knew you were a little oblivious, no doubt, but this.. he knew you knew what you were doing. "is something wrong?" mingi broke san's deep thoughts and concentration. "nothing, nothing." san said, scratching his neck, "uh, can we hang out some other time. we can get drinks next week if you'd like." san offered. they looked between each other, having an idea of what was going on. they all nodded, deciding on friday next week.

he showed them to the door, waving to them as they all got into yunho's car and pulling off. san closed the door, letting out a huff and chuckle. he shook his head at your tricks and teasing.

lying in bed on your stomach, your skirt was flipped up in the back from flopping onto the bed. you scrolled through your feed mindlessly, not noticing san standing into the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. a small cough came from san, your head snapping to the door, "oh, hi sannie." you giggled—you sat up on your elbows as he walked over. "your friends gone already?" san crawled on the bed, straddling your ass—his hands landed on your shoulders, rubbing gently. his stomach laid on your back, trapping you between the bed and his body. your eyes fluttered closed in relaxation. "wouldn't you like to know, huh, baby?" san whispered in your ear.

a small giggle left your throat from confusion and the tickling sensation against your ear, "what?" you whispered back, still a small smile on your face. "teasing my friends—bending down with your wet pussy in their face. you should know how they feel about you; see how they look at you." he whispered, his hands stopping their movements. you froze, eyes opening quickly. "h-how do they feel about me?" you stuttered, blinking a little too fast.

he chuckled under his breath. "oh, baby.. they all want to fuck you. they want to know what it's like to have your lips around their cock. what it's like to cum deep inside your pretty pussy. what it's like to eat you out until sobbing and your legs won't stop shaking." he said lowly. you whimpered at the thought and "realization". san chuckled lightly at your desperation. "oh, don't act like you didn't have some sense of what you were doing." his hand lightly grazed your ass. "you wanted them to see. you want to see how far they'll take it." san's teeth nipped at your ear.

"no, sannie." you breathed out. you slightly shook your head, denying all of his accusations. "deny it all you want, baby. how do you want your punishment?" he asked, lips grazing your shoulder. this sudden softness would soon be gone—both of you knew it. "punishment?" you whined. the weight off your back left. your body was suddenly picked up and thrown over san's shoulder like a rag doll. a small yelp left your lips.

san put you back down, bending you over the bed. "admit it, baby. you knew what you were doing." he commanded. your face was pressed into the sheets, not noticing his raised hand. "i didn't, i sw- ah!" you yelped, hips wiggling as you felt a hard smack laid across your ass. he bent over, his chest touching your back. his lips ghosted your ear, "come on, y/n. just say it." you gulped, "i didn't, sannie." you whined. smack! another hit landed across your ass, just on the other side. you held back at moan, and you'd be dumb if you thought san wouldn't notice.

he scoffed, "you enjoy this don't you? you get off in that pretty little head, loving how i punish you." you whined, agreeing to his words without actually saying it. he stood up, fingers rubbing your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness soak through the thin fabric of your panties and skirt. san shook his head in disbelief. his dumbed-out princess was a horny slut. "one more chance, y/n," san warned. you didn't respond, more curious about what would happen if you stayed silent. the last smack was laid across your ass, harder than all the rest. "ah, fuck, san!" you squealed. your ass moved against his hips, the sting of the slap triggering some sort of response within your body.

san gripped onto your skirt, pulling them down along with your panties, and letting them pool at your ankles. you clenched around nothing as the subtle breeze hit your wet pussy. san looked down and saw how wet you were, "god.." he breathed, running a finger through your folds, collecting the juices that layered in between. a small whimper left your throat, too impatient for any sort of foreplay. without any warning, san pushed his cock into your tight pussy. what really took the cake was how you never heard him take off his own clothing. maybe it was your dazed mind or maybe you chose to ignore it. san's cock was something else.. yeah, it was a little above average in length, but the overall girth was a whole different subject. he stretched you out perfectly. it was almost painful—a good kind of pain—when he pushed into you.

san immediately bottomed out, throwing his head back, "so wet and tight. all for me." moving on his own time, his hips snapped recklessly into your ass. high pitched squeals were pushed out of you with each thrust, "s-sannie!" your muffled moans seemed to still echo and bounce off the walls. san's hand gripped your hair, pulling your head out of the sheets. san's hips were like his best tool. he always knew the perfect way to roll them deep into you. tears pricked your eyes from the slight burn in the back of your head and the coil that tighten in your stomach. san knew you were close by the way your pussy spasmed on his cock. he pulled his cock all the way out, letting your hair go; a loud whine coming from you. you didn't get to cum and you felt so empty.

"want you to suck my cock, make sure you know it's the only one you'll ever have in your mouth." san whispered in your ear before turning you around the face him. you dropped down onto the floor, legs already weak. your hand grabbed onto his slick-covered dick, pumping a couple times before sucking on his tip. "s-shit, baby, don't tease me." he stuttered along with his hips. and with that stutter of his hips, he pushed his cock into your mouth, the tip of his dick meeting your throat making you slightly choke, but you quickly caught yourself. you bobbed your head back and forth on his cock, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. your hand pumped the rest that wasn't in your mouth. by the way his cock twitched in your mouth, you could help wasn't going to last long. just a couple more pumps and his cum was leaking down your throat. "ah, so good at sucking my dick, baby." his praise filled your ears. "swallowed?" he asked. you stuck out your tongue to show your empty mouth. he chuckled, "good girl. bed." you got up on wobbly legs, crawling onto the bed.

he got on after you, pulling you to him, your back was arched and your ass in the air. once again, your head pushed into the covers. "gonna fuck you so good," san groaned. you watched as he pushed himself back into you, hands gripping your hips in a bruising hold. "fuck! so big.." your back arched lower, letting him in deeper—a new angle of san pressing into that gummy spot. his hips immediately moving, "want you to know i'm the only one who can fuck you like this. they can't have you like this. who's pussy is this, huh?" he growled. "y-yours, sannie." you whimpered. your sensitivity was high while your thought process was lower. san was fucking the ability to think out of you. incoherent mumbles left your mouth every time san fucked into that spot—which was very often.

his hand snaked under your hips, sneaking down to your clit. your breathing pick up, an adrenaline rush coursing through your body. you sat up on your elbows, bringing your head up. your thighs trembling and your hips twitched forward into his hand. "t-too much. right there!" you moaned, feeling close. san could only chuckle at your trembling orgasm. "cum, princess." your head fell back into the sheets as your orgasm ripped through you. cum dripped down your thighs as your hips still bucked forward to find anymore stimulation. san's thrusts got sloppy, the sounds of wet thrusts echoing through the room. this felt more like a prize than a punishment.

san pulled out, quickly flipping you over on your back, so he could release on your stomach and tits. he groaned at the sight. as you went to sit up, thinking he was done with you, he pulled you back down, "you think i'm done with you? i'm not stopping until i've completely broken you." san spat. your heart raced, but not from fear. "isn't this what you wanted?" san grunted, pushing his cock harder into your pussy. your legs were pushed part, his knees digging into the bed. "practically throwing yourself at my friends with that outfit. such a fucking slut." you grabbed at anything you could—bedsheets, your tits, his arms—you tried so hard to ground yourself, knowing your next orgasm would shatter you.

"i wonder what my friends would say seeing you like this." san chuckled as he rammed his cock into you. you were still tight around him, your pussy still spasming. you looked at his cocked as it disappeared in your pussy and reappeared over and over again. you threw your head back. "how 'bout i call them, yeah?" he grabbed his phone, slowing his movements down—the sounds that your pussy was making from the force of his cock was still evident. the facetime was quickly picked up to a sweaty san. you don't know if it was unfortunate or fortunate, but all three of them picked up. "what's up?" mingi's voice rang out into the room. "you ok, man?" yunho asked at sam's sweaty figure. wooyoung didn't say anything because his 'what the fuck are you doing?' expression was all that was needed. "i have a bit of a surprise for you." san said, a faint whimper leaving your lips. san put the camera closer to your pussy before flipping it. your beaten up and red pussy on display for the three of them. mingi's eyes widened. all three of their dicks seemed to grow hard. "look at her," san titled the camera up to your broken figure and tear stained face, "go ahead, get off on it." san directed the three.

the boys wasted no time whipping out their dicks, and getting off to you. "shit, san. fuck her pussy faster. wanna see her squirt," wooyoung moaned. san listened, fucking into your pussy with a ruthless pace. your moans got louder, a couple of tears leaving your eyes from the overstimulation. wooyoung groaned with his head thrown back, imagining he was the one fucking your pussy so good. "make her play with her tits," mingi breathlessly sighed. san looked up at you, "you heard him." san spat. you pulled up your shirt, revealing your bare tits. your fingers twisted your nipples, adding to the sensitivity and pleasure that overcame your body. "g-gonna cum, san," you moaned. he stopped his thrusts, letting the feeling of your orgasm fade before picking up again. "her clit, san," yunho whined, wanting to see your boyfriend toy with your swollen clit until you were completely shattered.

san laid a slight slap on your clit making your hips jerk forward, "sannie, please. need to cum." you begged through tears, and a slight humiliation. san's fingers roughly played with your clit, your legs subconsciously trying to close, but san wasn't gonna let that happen. he slapped your clit harder, your legs pushing back open with a moan. san rubbed your clit until you were practically screaming, "cum, y/n, let them see what it's like when you cum." san guided you. your legs shook and your head threw back. your back arched off the bed as you felt your warm juices drip down your thighs and pool under you.

wooyoung groaned as he came, watching you squirt on san's cock. "holy shit!" mingi chuckled before he came. yunho had already came twice before—it made a lot of sense with him being the biggest pervert in their friend group. san kept thrusting until he came deep inside your pussy. "ah, shit." he said as he pulled out. san kept your legs open, focusing the camera on his cum leaked out of your beaten up pussy. you moaned as san took his cum on his fingers, pushing it back into you. "good job, baby." he praised. san flipped the camera around, "that's the first and last time you'll ever see her like this. so, i hope you got your fill." san said before hanging up.

san walked into your bathroom, running the bath and grabbing some towels. "you did so good for me, baby," he bent down, kissing your cheek. "i'm sorry, sannie." you mumbled out. san brushed the hair out of your face. he forgave you without even having to say it. instead, he showed you. running you a bath, cooking you dinner, remaking the bed so you didn't have to, and letting you relax the rest of the day..

[peachy-edits]

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 🍑◞ mingi ˚₊· ୨ simple ୧ ₊˚ ⊹

⋆˚ ₊˚ ateez ⋆｡˚

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[prplocks]

✧❁ wallpaper 〴 mingi ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

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[cyber97luts]

𝐂𝐲𝐁𝐞𝐫𝟗𝟕𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐬

CB97+Cyber Sluts🩶

stan list🎀

＊✿❀ ❀✿＊[Ult groups]

| 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙆𝙞𝙙𝙨 + 𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯

＊✿❀ ❀✿＊[Ult biases]

| 3Racha + Seonghwa + Hongjoong + Mingi

＊✿❀ ❀✿＊[Engene, Moa, Army, Zerose, P1ece, Villain, Neverland, Teleposse]

☆Quinn

☆9ineteen

☆Black

☆SMAU writer

୨♡୧Masterlist୨♡୧

(all pics frm pinterest)

[gojosnympho]

drabbles ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

bts

namjoon

jungkook

ateez

wooyoung

wooyoung 2

san

mingi

seonghwa

nct

haechan

haechan 2

[ao3feed-ateez]

Every Night I'll Be Your Sign

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QfAEgY5 by auxiny ˚ ༘ ೀ ⋆｡˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Y/N is a young, kind-hearted but insecure librarian that enjoys her regular everyday life despite her anxiety. Jung Wooyoung is a bratty, flirty alt culinary student who is spending his summer vacations in a coastal town somewhere in Northern Italy. A combination of casual encounters brings the two to get to know each other a little bit better... Y/N will finally live the summer of her dreams, and maybe even more. Words: 864, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ)/Reader, Song Mingi (ATEEZ)/Reader Additional Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Non-Famous Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Non-Idol Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Culinary Student Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), librarian y/n, Alternate Universe - Library, Summer, Summer Romance, Summer Love, Insecurity, Self-Esteem Issues, Pierced Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Alt Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Brat Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QfAEgY5

[yawnzloverz]

▶︎ •၊၊|| 𝙇𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜…yawnzloverz.navi....↻||။‌‌‌‌‌•

♡ ⱽᵃˡ! ˢʰᵉ/ᴴᵉʳ 🧸 ᶠⁱˡⁱᵖⁱⁿᵒ 🧸 ᵉⁿᵍ/ᶠⁱˡᵒ 🧸 ˡⁱᵇʳᵃ ♡

🎠: txt, ateez, enha, nctd, monstax, skz

��: hyuka, mingi, jake, jisung, minhyuk, i.n.

5th gen and above groups + actors on @applebinnie !

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accidentally deleted my intro kmskms 😭

[vasilikosunshine]

✧˖⋆ ୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ About Me⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ｡⋆ ✧

Im in my early 20s, im an aquarius sun, scorpio moon and rising (im not super into astrology but i like reading about it). I graduated college in 2023 and am working on my master's soon. I work in healthcare atm but that's going to change hopefully !

My pronouns are She/Her but i dont mind She/They either. I consider myself Demi/Bi (still figuring that out tbh).... My MBTI is INTJ

Likes: K-pop (stray kids, bts mainly), music, dancing, crochet/yarnworks, anime, and writing. I stopped writing for years but i'm trying to get back into it. I basically only watch shounen because getting my hands on manga is hard and slice of life rarely does it for me (shout out to the slice of life fans tho). My favorite color is purple, I like fennec foxes, italian greyhounds, and oriental shorthairs.

I’ve been a Kpop fan for about 9 years now. BTS is my ult group. I then became a stay and recentky became an Atiny. shout out to my friend who snagged some tickets to see them 2024.

Current Obsessions: Igloo by Kiss of Life, fairytail, and fengxi from the legend of hei.

Dislikes: Bugs, assholes, lack of self awareness, no sense of individual character, unempathetic people.

Bias List:

BTS:

J-Hope - Ult

Yoongi

Tae - Bias Wrecker

Stray Kids:

Han - Ult

Felix

I. N. Bias Wrecker

Ateez:

Yeosang

San

Mingi - Bias Wrecker (Hongjoong too lowkey)

Ngl, idk what else goes into these kinds of posts lol but yeah, that's me :))

[dreamy-collects]

The World EP 1: MOVEMENT pulls

Hongjoong is my ult I was so happy. Plus the limited Mingi is so pretty

[atzsslut]

how ateez would react to you telling them they would make a good father/parent

warnings | implied fem reader, idolverse, includes slight anxiety (lighthearted), mentions of pregnancy, fluff and suggestive, trust and believe at least one ateez member would accidentally drop their baby… mentions of dilf ! material ateez

suggestive | mostly soft but includes mentions of a breeding kink (guess which members), some of them took the question as “lets fuck rn”

note | i ended up thinking abt this because of a post @sakusins made abt nanami kento (one and only dilf) being told he’d be a good father so creds to her for the inspo!

suggestive under the cut, minors dni

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Kim Hongjoong would have a look of surprise at first, but it would quickly fade away with a warm smile and his arms around your body as he hugged you from behind.

—୨୧ ⌒* Though Hongjoong would prefer to have kids in his later years, he's the type of boyfriend to support you fully and 'your body, your choice'. Even though you're not actually pregnant, and just had the thought, he would adore being the father of your child. And he would also love your explanation for why you think he'd make a good parent due to how his personality was, even outside of being ateez's leader.

Park Seonghwa would look at you with wide eyes, and proceed to ask if you wanted to make a baby with him right then and there, somewhat half-jokingly.

—୨୧ ⌒* You'd send a playful slap to his arm, scolding him for his dirty mind. But after laughing a little, he would embrace you, peppering your face with kisses, telling you "thank you" for saying that to him. Seonghwa is already relatively sweet with kids, but he always thought about how different it would be if he had his own. And the fact you had thought of him as a potentially good father had his heart thumping for the later future.

Jung Yunho would chuckle a little, imagining having kids with you, then asking you why you suddenly had that thought.

—୨୧ ⌒* Not that he found it funny or amusing, but was rather pleased at your compliment. There was a time where Yunho had a bit of baby fever, especially after shoots where kids would be involved, but would realize that having kids is a big responsibility. Nevertheless, he takes your compliment and admits that what you said may be the best thing he's heard from anyone. He would hold your hands and kiss them, as the two of you sit down together, and say back; "And I would only be an amazing father, because our future family would have an amazing wife and mother."

Kang Yeosang would try to hide his smile and look away from you, while evidently covering his face out of being flustered.

—୨୧ ⌒* He would clarify right after that he still wasn't prepared by any means to be a father, but loved that you even thought of him that way. Yeosang kind of has a lot of insecurities, more than others at times. But, as you validate him and imply that he has a good enough nature to be a good father, he would feel extremely loved. You always made him feel loved, but this comment in particular hit a little part of his heart that he'd never felt before.

Choi San would slightly sneer with a smirk and squinted eyes, asking if you suddenly developed a breeding kink.

—୨୧ ⌒* You knew your boyfriend was a little shit, but that was also partially why he would make a good parent. San would be a fun, "I'll do the school race with you" type of dad, but also understand discipline from the way he was raised and trained. He would laugh as you turned away, attempting to ignore him, but he would yell out "I'm kidding!" and hug you. Like Hwa, he would also say "thank you" and appreciate your compliment. However, he would admit that he himself was still a child at heart, and wouldn't know if he would even properly hold a baby.

Song Mingi would smile ear-to-ear and exclaim "really?" in an octave higher than his actual voice, visibly loving the thought.

—୨୧ ⌒* Honestly, out of all the members, Mingi seems like the one who would settle down early if he could. He loves unconditionally, and also loves stronger than any other person you've ever been with. You didn't know then, but your thought about him being a good father would make him smiley for the whole week ... maybe even two weeks. His career is incredibly important to him and his happiness, but you are too, and he would definitely like to have kids with you someday (and would imply that he wants three).

Jung Wooyoung would actually be ecstatic about the compliment, but proceed to clarify that he's personally not ready for a baby yet.

—୨୧ ⌒* Wooyoung, although a bit of a rascal himself, is incredibly good with kids. Something about the way he spoke, interacted with them, and the jokes he'd make—you just knew that he was going to be an outstanding parent. Of course, Woo has a whole idol life ahead of him and would make it clear that he's not ready, and you aren't either, but he absolutely put "be a great father one day" in his mental list of "things to do in the future".

Choi Jongho would frantically ask if you were pregnant, and maybe check the condoms he's been using in case they were faulty.

—୨୧ ⌒* Yeah, no way this man is ready to have kids and still processes the fact he's also partially still a child. However, he would appreciate you for saying that nonetheless. You and Jongho understand that the both of you are young, and it would be really careless to have a child especially at the peak of his career. But then again, it's only a thought you had. And as he calmed down, you explained that he would be a bit awkward at first, perhaps during the baby stages, but would eventually grow to be a stern, yet incredibly loving father who would sing anything for his kids if they asked. He would smile and kiss your cheek, but then exclaim and say "Did you say kids, as in multiple?"

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𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂

pairing: mingi x reader au: college | supernatural | genre: angst word count: 9.720k synopsis: everyday a different body. everyday a different life. everyday in love with the same girl. warning(s): mentions smoking, bad boyfriend, very toxic relationship. bad yunho and wooyoung. mingi is a simp for the reader. author note: sorry not sorry :(

Mingi hadn’t planned for this. When he first realized he was waking up in someone else’s body each day, his priorities were simple: blend in, figure out their routine, survive the day, and move on. It wasn’t a glamorous life, but it was manageable. He didn’t expect to stumble into anything that would shake the fragile balance he’d created for himself.

But then you happened.

At first, it was just a fleeting curiosity. You were someone who kept popping up no matter where he landed. Your smile, your laugh, the way you carried yourself—it started to stick with him, even when he moved on to another body, another life. He found himself looking for you in crowds, wondering what you might be doing, and hoping, against all odds, that the universe would align and bring him back to your orbit.

When it finally did, he wasn’t prepared.

Being near you felt like everything and nothing all at once—a whirlwind of emotions he couldn’t name, but knew he wanted to hold onto. He tried to act casual, but his heart betrayed him every time you were near. The problem wasn’t just falling for you—it was knowing he couldn’t stay. Tomorrow, he'd be someone else, somewhere else, and you wouldn’t remember him.

But Mingi couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. Against his better judgment, he let himself care. Even if it hurt. Even if it was fleeting. Because with you, every borrowed moment felt like it belonged to him.

When Mingi opened his eyes that morning, it took him a moment to adjust. The light filtering through the blinds was unfamiliar, the weight of the blankets heavier than what he was used to. But that wasn’t new—this was his life now.

He pushed himself up, his limbs sluggish in a way that felt wrong. His hands. They weren’t his. As usual.

Rolling over, he reached for the phone on the nightstand, the first step in piecing together whose life he was borrowing this time. The screen lit up, and his breath caught in his throat.

The wallpaper was you.

Your radiant smile, the one he had memorized, shining back at him. But you weren’t alone. No, your arm was wrapped around the guy he was stuck in—your boyfriend.

Mingi froze, staring at the photo. His stomach twisted, a mix of guilt and nausea washing over him. He hadn’t even known you had someone in your life, let alone someone who clearly meant so much to you. He ran a hand down his face, the unfamiliar contours of another man’s jawline reminding him of his predicament.

His first instinct was to put the phone down, to shove it away and pretend he hadn’t seen it. But the truth stared back at him, undeniable. For the next 24 hours, he was this guy—the man you loved, the one you trusted.

And all he could think was how wrong it felt.

Mingi leaned back, clutching the phone tightly. He knew he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be privy to this part of your life. But he was. And for the first time since this strange cycle started, he wished he could undo it all. Because loving you was already complicated enough.

Now? It felt impossible.

───

When Mingi saw you, it was like the world shifted on its axis. You were standing at the edge of the park, waving toward him with that warm smile he had come to adore, your eyes lighting up in a way that made his heart ache. For a second, he froze, his body betraying him as if it belonged to him again, as if you were waving at him, not the man whose body he was borrowing.

He had to do a double take, the weight of reality crashing down on him like a cold wave. You’re her boyfriend today, he reminded himself, the thought laced with guilt.

He forced a smile, the one he imagined your boyfriend might give you, and waved back. Each step closer felt like walking a tightrope—one wrong move and you’d see through him. But you didn’t. You rushed up to him, your hands brushing against his as you leaned in for a quick kiss.

Mingi stiffened for a fraction of a second before he leaned into the moment, knowing he had no choice but to play the part. Your touch was gentle, familiar, and it broke his heart because it wasn’t meant for him.

“How was your morning?” you asked, your voice filled with easy warmth as you laced your fingers with his.

Mingi swallowed hard, nodding as he struggled to answer. “It was... good,” he managed, his voice steady even as his heart raced.

You didn’t seem to notice his hesitation, instead tugging him toward the coffee stand nearby. As you talked about your plans for the day, your excitement bubbling over, Mingi tried to focus, tried to memorize every detail of this moment even as it tore at him.

Because tomorrow, he’d be gone. And you’d still belong to someone else.

Mingi shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts as your voice cut through the haze of confusion that had settled over him. He blinked a few times, realizing that he had been staring at you, lost in the swirl of emotions he didn’t know how to process.

"Hello? Earth to Yunho?" You said, waving your hand in front of his face with a teasing smile, clearly unaware of the storm brewing inside him.

Mingi forced a laugh, his heart pounding in his chest. Yunho. Right. I'm Yunho for the day.

"Sorry," Mingi muttered, giving you a sheepish grin. "I just... got distracted."

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "hm well, i'm surprised you're not smoking right now. Did you finally quit?"

He glanced at you, forcing himself to meet your eyes. You were smiling, but there was a softness there, a genuine curiosity in your expression that made him feel even more like an imposter.

“Quit?” Mingi repeated, his voice a little too sharp, a little too detached. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

Mingi’s heart skipped a beat when your smile widened, a playful glint in your eyes as you leaned in, going up on your toes to place a kiss on his lips. It was brief, just a fleeting moment, but it hit him like a thunderclap. He had prepared himself for this—knowing he would have to mimic Yunho’s actions, act like the man you were in love with—but nothing could have prepared him for the rush of feelings that came with that kiss.

You pulled back, still grinning, and linked your arm with his, as if the gesture was second nature. But then, the words slipped from your lips, completely catching him off guard.

“Thank god,” you said, your voice light, teasing, “I always hated kissing you because you would just taste so nasty.”

The words felt like a punch to his gut, a bitter reminder that Mingi was only pretending to be Yunho. That he wasn’t the one who got to share these intimate moments with you. The taste of that kiss, even if it was fleeting and meant for someone else, still lingered on his lips like a cruel joke.

His throat tightened, and for a second, he didn’t know how to respond. His hand clenched instinctively, wanting to pull away from the contact, but he forced himself to stay still, to play the part.

“Yeah?” Mingi forced out a laugh, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll be glad to see I’ve cleaned up my act.”

You chuckled, completely oblivious to the turmoil under the surface. “You better have. I think I can finally kiss you without feeling like I’m about to puke.”

Mingi’s chest felt like it was caving in, the weight of your words suffocating him. It was hard to reconcile the way you spoke to him, so casually, so affectionately, with the gnawing truth that he wasn’t the one you were supposed to be with. It made the whole thing feel so painfully temporary, like a dream he’d eventually wake up from, leaving him with nothing but emptiness.

" have you seen the news baby? I'm really proud of you and wooyoung, i know how much you've been practicing "

Mingi’s stomach tightened at your words, the unexpected shift in topic almost making him forget where he was for a moment. The news? His mind raced, trying to process what you were referring to.

You smiled up at him, clearly excited, but Mingi felt a rush of panic. What had Yunho been practicing?

He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual, even though his heart was pounding in his chest. "Uh, news? What about it?"

You squeezed his arm, your eyes sparkling. "They mentioned you and Wooyoung in the sports segment! You two have been working so hard on your routines. I know it's been tough, but look, it's paying off."

Mingi smiled, trying to mask the unease with a lighthearted tone. “Oh yeah—uh, no, I didn’t see it. I’ll make sure to talk to Wooyoung later,” he said, his words flowing easily even though his mind was spinning. He hoped it sounded convincing enough, but the truth was, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was playing a part in a story that wasn’t his.

You beamed at him, completely unaware of the internal conflict brewing inside him. “You should! I’m sure he’ll be so proud to hear how much you’ve been pushing yourself,” you said, the excitement in your voice only making Mingi feel more like a fraud.

“Yeah, we’ve been at it for a while now,” he replied, the words coming naturally enough, but there was an edge of strain in his voice.

You squeezed his arm again, leaning in a little closer, and Mingi couldn’t help but feel the warmth of your affection. He wished things were different—wished he could be the one deserving of it. But all he could do was wear this borrowed life and act like he belonged.

“I wish i could see you guys in action but i know you don't want me to embarrass you”

Mingi’s chest tightened at your words. You said them with such lightheartedness, as if teasing, but there was an undertone that made him pause. Embarrass you? Did you really think you’d embarrass him? The thought made him ache in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

Mingi’s fists clenched in quiet frustration, the rage bubbling up inside him like a storm he couldn’t control. He was trapped in a life that wasn’t his, playing a part he wasn’t meant to play.

Instead, he forced his breath to steady, his heart still racing as the anger and the ache bled into one overwhelming urge. Without thinking, he pulled you into his arms, his hands wrapping around you tightly, needing to feel your warmth, the pulse of life that reminded him he wasn’t completely lost in this borrowed reality.

“Come to the next one,” Mingi said, his voice low, rough with a mixture of yearning and pain. He could feel your body against his, the steady rhythm of your breath, and in that moment, everything seemed so achingly close—so impossible. “I’d love to see you there.”

His words were sincere, more so than they had been in a long time, but there was an undercurrent of desperation there that even he couldn’t hide. He wanted to believe that, for just a moment, you could see him, not as Yunho, but as someone who really wanted to share a life with you. Even if he couldn’t stay.

You tilted your head back, looking up at him, eyes sparkling with that familiar affection, unaware of the storm brewing inside him. “I’d love to,” you replied with a smile, brushing your hand over his chest in a gesture that felt so intimate, so real. “I’ll be there. You know I’ll always support you.”

And in that instant, Mingi felt the weight of it all—a love he couldn’t claim, a future he couldn’t have. But it didn’t matter. Right now, he had you in his arms, and for once, that was enough to keep him from falling apart.

───

Mingi’s eyes narrowed as he scrolled through Yunho’s phone, the light from the screen casting a cold glow on his face. Each message he passed felt like a punch to the gut. The number of girls Yunho had messaged, the flirtatious banter, the innuendos, it made Mingi’s stomach turn. But it wasn’t just that. It was you—your name kept popping up in the conversations, scattered across messages that were anything but innocent.

Mingi’s eyes burned with fury as he stared at the messages between Yunho and Wooyoung, his hands trembling with a mixture of rage and disbelief. The words on the screen were a blur, but he didn’t need to read them again to know exactly what they were saying. They were talking about you—about how stupid you were to believe in all the late-night practices, how you were just another pawn in their game.

He swallowed hard, trying to push the sick feeling in his stomach down, but it wouldn’t budge. The worst part came when he scrolled further, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the photos. Nude pictures of you—your trust, your vulnerability, turned into a joke between two people who should have known better. They were laughing at you, making fun of you like you were nothing more than an object for their amusement.

Mingi’s vision blurred, his body trembling with the sheer weight of the anger crashing through him. His hands clenched into fists so tightly, his nails digging into his palms, but the pain didn’t even register. How could they do this to you? How could Yunho—betray you like this?

He kept reading, unable to stop himself, the disgust building with every word. The way they laughed about the pictures, talking about how easily they could manipulate you, how you would just keep coming back no matter what they did. And the worst part? They thought you were nothing more than a game. They treated you like you were some toy to pass around, to laugh at, to degrade.

Mingi’s chest felt tight, like the air had been sucked out of the room. His mind raced, the voices of Yunho and Wooyoung echoing in his head, and all he wanted to do was scream, to tear everything apart, to make them feel the weight of their betrayal.

He could already imagine you, the way you must have trusted them, believed in them, thought you were loved. And they had taken that and twisted it into something ugly, something unforgivable.

“How could you?” Mingi whispered, his voice barely audible, as he stared at the screen in disbelief. The phone felt like a foreign object in his hands, the connection to a life he never wanted to be a part of. His throat tightened with the need to lash out, to make things right for you. But in that moment, he couldn’t. All he could do was sit with the rage, the helplessness, and the heartache of knowing that you, of all people, didn’t deserve any of this.

───

Mingi woke up to the sound of a different alarm, the familiar buzz jarring him from sleep. His hand instinctively reached for the phone, his fingers brushing over the screen to silence it. But as he looked at the wallpaper, a picture of a cat stared back at him—A small, irritated groan escaped his lips, a frustrated sound that escaped before he could catch it.

He pushed himself up, groaning in frustration again, running his hands through his hair, trying to clear the fog in his mind. The frustration bubbled up again as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cool floor beneath his feet grounding him.

" san, hurry up! We're going to be late!"

Mingi froze for a moment, the voice pulling him back to reality. San? His mind spun as he realized whose body he was in now. So that's who I'm stuck with today. He grumbled under his breath, dragging his hand over his face, trying to clear his thoughts before walking towards the closet.

"San!" the voice came again, this time more insistent, and Mingi snapped out of his thoughts, his frustration boiling over once more. He slammed the closet door shut and moved toward the door. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" he muttered under his breath, trying to force the irritation down.

Mingi made his way down the staircase, his steps slower than usual as the weight of the morning pressed on him. The moment he stepped into the living room, he saw them—Wooyoung and Yunho. They were casually lounging on the couch, talking and laughing, but the instant Mingi's eyes landed on them, the irritation surged within him like a tidal wave.

Wooyoung was the first to notice, his eyes flicking up to Mingi with a mischievous glint. "Someone's in a mood today," he teased, leaning back and crossing his arms. "What’s up with you, San? You look like you’re about to murder someone."

Mingi's jaw clenched, the annoyance already building as he stepped farther into the room, trying to shake off the anger that was threatening to spill over. Of course, Wooyoung would point it out. He knew he wasn’t exactly hiding his frustration well, but it felt impossible to keep his cool when everything around him felt like a mess.

Yunho, lounging lazily beside Wooyoung, caught the tension in the air too, though he didn’t seem to care much. "What’s got you so worked up, San?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as if he knew something Mingi didn’t.

Mingi’s hand curled into a fist for a moment before he forced himself to relax, fighting against the overwhelming urge to snap. He hated that he couldn’t just be himself, that he had to pretend to be someone else when it felt like the world around him was falling apart. But the last thing he wanted was for them to know that he wasn’t really San.

" dude you with yn all day yesterday, what was up with that?" Wooyoung asked, looking at Yunho in confusion.

Mingi’s stomach dropped as Wooyoung’s words cut through the silence of the kitchen. He could feel his pulse race in his neck, the tension so thick it made the air feel suffocating.

" what the fuck are you talking about? why would i spend the whole day with her?" yunho asked.

Mingi gulped at he looked at the two. Wooyoung blinked, clearly thrown off by Yunho’s defensive response. “Dude, I don’t know, I just heard from a few people that you were with Yn all day yesterday. No one could get ahold of you, and you weren’t answering your phone.”

Yunho scoffed, " i don't even remember yesterday. All i remember is playing games with you the night before."

Mingi's throat went dry as he tried to process the exchange before he left. He needed to find you and quick.

───

You jumped when you San approached you, confusing you as you held your bag close to you. Mingi’s heart skipped a beat as he approached you, the sharp tension in his chest still lingering from earlier and last night.

" you're yn right" Mingi’s voice came out much softer than he intended, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you’d notice something was off.

You looked up at him, confusion flashing across your face. It didn’t seem like you expected him—San—to be the one to approach you like this.

“Yeah, I’m Yn...” Your voice trailed off, still unsure about his sudden appearance. “i'm sorry but- who are you? ”

Mingi froze at your question, his pulse quickening, trying to stay calm, he forced a smile, though it came off as awkward and a little too stiff. “Oh, uh… I’m San, don’t you recognize me?” His voice sounded off even to his own ears, not the usual warmth and familiarity that came with being in San’s body. He cursed under his breath mentally, wishing he could have gotten a grip on the situation before it escalated.

You frowned, still holding your bag close, clearly skeptical. “San?” You repeated, your eyes scanning him, trying to figure out if something was off.

Then your eyes widen as you recognized him, " oh! you're yunho's teammate. Sorry, yunho didn't really introduce me to his teammates, said it was too soon."

Mingi felt fury rush him as you smiled up at him, " yeah..his teammate. Sorry he can such a dick sometimes,"

Mingi’s eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and something else as you stepped back, your expression faltering. He could feel the tension building in his chest. Your defense of Yunho—he’s not a dick—set something off in him, but he tried to hold it together, the fury bubbling just beneath the surface. He didn’t have time to process it all, not when he was already teetering on the edge of control.

The hiss that escaped his lips surprised even him, sharp and filled with emotion he didn’t want to acknowledge. “Can we talk? Somewhere private?” His voice came out more intense than he intended, and he immediately regretted the sharpness.

You seemed to hesitate for a split second, but then you nodded, your voice soft as you agreed, “Sure, San, we can.”

Mingi fought the urge to sigh in relief. At least he had a chance to talk to you, to try to make sense of the situation. He led the way, his thoughts racing.

As you followed him, Mingi kept his pace steady, his steps purposeful. But every time he looked back at you, the soft, uncertain way you moved, the trust in your eyes, it stirred something inside him that made his stomach twist.

When you reached a quiet corner in the hallway, away from the others, Mingi turned to face you, his heart still hammering in his chest. He could feel his pulse in his ears, the silence between you both thick with unspoken words. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

“I need to know something, Yn,” he began, his voice low and tense. “What do you really think of Yunho?”

You looked at him confused, " that he loves me and that -"

“He doesn’t,” Mingi’s voice came out sharper than he intended, cutting through the space between you both like a blade. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, but he kept them still, the fury barely contained beneath the surface.

You looked at him, confusion and concern growing in your eyes. “San, what are you talking about? Yes he does.”

You sounded so sure, so certain that Yunho loved you, and that belief—those words—drove Mingi mad. He couldn’t let you continue to believe in something that felt so hollow to him, something he had seen with his own eyes—the lies, the distance, the way Yunho treated you like an afterthought.

“Sure, I don’t go to his games and I never met any of his friends, but he loves me in his own ways.”

Mingi’s heart pounded painfully in his chest, the words stinging more than they should have. He felt anger surge through him, but there was something else mixed in with it—a twinge of something darker, more personal, a mix of envy and bitterness that he wasn’t prepared to confront.

“No, Yn, he doesn’t love you,” Mingi bit out, his voice strained. He took a step forward, unable to hold back the frustration. “Not in the way you think. He doesn’t love you, not like you deserve.”

The words tumbled out before he could stop them, as if the fury and the hurt had finally found their voice. He wanted to take them back the second they left his mouth, but it was too late. The damage was done.

You blinked, the confusion on your face slowly turning to something else—hurt? Disbelief? “What are you saying? Why are you saying this?” Your voice wavered, the trust you’d had in Yunho seeming to crack under the weight of his words.

Mingi swallowed hard, guilt flashing through him, but he couldn’t stop now. “I’m saying he’s not the person you think he is. He’s playing games, and he’s stringing you along. I’m telling you this because I care about you—” he caught himself, realizing how that might sound. But he couldn’t backpedal. Not now. “You deserve better than this, Yn.”

" ... but you're not any better and im surprised you're even talking to me right now. You hate me San, why should i believe anything you're saying?"

Mingi froze at your words, the sting of your accusation cutting deeper than anything he had expected. His breath hitched as you spoke, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air between you both.

Your gaze was intense, but there was hurt there too—a deep, raw kind of hurt that made Mingi’s throat tighten. His mind reeled, unsure how to respond. It was a moment where he could either try to salvage whatever fragile trust you might still have or tear everything down completely.

He wanted to say something, anything to make you understand, but his thoughts were muddled. The frustration, the anger, the guilt—it all tangled together in a mess he didn’t know how to untangle.

“You’re right,” Mingi finally muttered, his voice quiet and heavy with a mixture of frustration and resignation. He couldn't lie to you anymore, couldn’t pretend like everything was fine. “I… I’ve been a dick to you. I know that. I’ve been awful, and I’m not gonna pretend like I’m some perfect guy who knows how to fix everything.”

He exhaled sharply, trying to steady himself, the tension in his body palpable. “But that doesn’t change what I’m saying. About Yunho. About what he’s doing.”

He wasn’t sure if he was still speaking in Yunho’s voice, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. He just needed you to see the truth.

“I know I’ve treated you badly, but you’re right about one thing—I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you. And I wouldn’t say any of this if I didn’t care.” His voice softened, the anger and defensiveness fading, replaced by something more raw. “You deserve more than someone who isn’t there for you. You deserve better than Yunho.”

Mingi bit his lip, unsure if the words were enough. He wasn’t sure if you’d believe him, but he couldn’t stand by and watch you fall for someone who was lying to you.

Mingi stood frozen, his chest tightening with each step you took away from him. The sight of you walking away, tears streaming down your face, hit him harder than he ever expected. His anger, his frustration—it all seemed meaningless in that moment, swallowed by the guilt that gnawed at him.

I shouldn’t have said that. The thought echoed in his mind, but there was no taking back the words now. He had tried to warn you about Yunho, but at what cost? He had only made you cry, made you doubt everything.

He watched you retreat, each step further away from him, and a pang of regret struck him so deep it felt like a physical blow. He should have handled this differently. He should have been better—kinder, more understanding. Instead, he had let his emotions and frustrations get the best of him, and now you were walking away, hurt by the very person who had promised to look out for you.

“Yn, wait...” Mingi finally called out, his voice weak and desperate. He took a few steps forward, but his feet felt heavy, like he wasn’t even sure if you’d stop for him.

He wasn’t sure if it was pride, guilt, or something else that kept him from moving faster to catch up, but he felt rooted to the spot. The last thing he wanted was for you to walk away with that look on your face, feeling like he had betrayed your trust.

But it was too late.

Mingi could only watch helplessly as you walked away, his heart sinking lower with each passing second.

You walked right up to Yunho who smiled widely at you, cigarette in hand. You seemed to hesitate for just a moment, your eyes flicking to the cigarette before you looked up at Yunho’s face. The memory of yesterday—the way Yunho had treated you, felt like a lie.

" I thought you quit?" you asked, your voice soft. It was a simple question, but it carried so much more meaning. The disappointment, the worry—it was all there in your voice.

Yunho looked at you with confusion in his eyes, as if the question didn’t even register. “What are you talking about?” he asked, his tone casual, like he didn’t even care that it might hurt you.

" yesterday - when we literally spend all day together?" you asked, confused.

Yunho put out the cigarette with a slow, deliberate motion, shaking his head as he responded, “Why is everyone saying that?” His tone was dismissive, almost annoyed, like it didn’t matter at all.

Your heart sank as you process his words. " we were at the park? you even invited me to the game..."

Yunho stood there, still distant, not understanding the gravity of the situation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, almost bored with the conversation. He clearly wasn’t taking you seriously, and that broke your heart.

" and don't bother coming to the game, you know how embarrassing you can be"

Your jaw dropped and was ready to speak but you felt a hand on your shoulder - pushing you back. You looked at San in confusion.

The sound of Mingi’s fist connecting with Yunho’s nose echoed through the air, and for a brief, horrifying moment, everything went silent. The sickening crack reverberated through the space, leaving you frozen in shock. You gasped, your eyes wide as you stared at the scene unfolding before you.

Mingi stood there, chest heaving with anger, eyes blazing with fury, while Yunho stumbled back, clutching his nose. Blood began to drip from Yunho’s nostrils, staining the front of his shirt as he glared at Mingi with a mix of shock and rage.

“What the fuck, San!?” Yunho shouted, his voice thick with disbelief and pain. He wiped at his nose with the back of his hand, his face contorted in a mixture of anger and surprise.

You stood there, unsure of what to do, your heart racing as your mind tried to process what had just happened. Mingi had—he had hit Yunho. It was almost like something snapped inside of him, like all the anger and frustration he had been holding back finally erupted. But now, the air between the three of you was thick with tension, and you didn’t know whether to step in, back away, or just scream.

Mingi’s hands were still clenched into fists, but his expression had shifted. It wasn’t just rage anymore—it was something deeper, something that had been building for far too long. The fury that had driven him to strike Yunho wasn’t just about the current moment. It was about everything that had come before—the hurt he saw you endure, the lies Yunho had fed you, and the way he had dismissed your feelings.

He took a shaky breath, his jaw tight as he stared at Yunho. “You don’t get to treat her like that anymore, Yunho.” His voice was low, controlled, but you could hear the weight of the emotion behind it. “You don’t get to belittle her, use her, and make her feel worthless.”

Yunho sneered, still holding his bleeding nose. “Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?”

But Mingi didn’t back down. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “I’m someone who’s not going to stand by and watch you destroy her,” he spat, his voice thick with conviction.

You still stood frozen, the shock of it all hitting you harder than anything you had ever expected. This was more than a fight—it was a breaking point, and you could feel the weight of it all crashing down on you. The air around you felt heavy with unspoken words, and you weren’t sure how to fix this.

But what was clearer than anything in that moment was that something inside Mingi had finally snapped. He wasn’t going to let you be a victim to Yunho anymore—not in his body, not in any world.

───

Mingi watched you shakily take the tissue from him, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. He never wanted to see you like this—broken and crying, caught in the aftermath of a mess that should’ve never happened in the first place. Your body shook with sobs, and it made everything in him ache with a kind of helplessness he hadn’t expected to feel.

“I... I didn’t want this to happen,” Mingi said softly, his voice breaking through the silence between you two. He stepped a little closer, but his eyes stayed focused on the ground, not wanting to invade your space too much. “I didn’t want you to see all of this. I just—I couldn’t stay quiet anymore.”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes, and Mingi felt a rush of guilt. He had never imagined things would go this far—never expected to end up so tangled in your life, in Yunho’s mess. But here he was, watching you struggle to piece things together, watching as your faith in Yunho shattered.

“San, you didn’t have to do that,” you whispered, still unsure of how to even respond to everything. The words barely escaped your lips, tinged with the disbelief that still clung to you.

Mingi hesitated, his fingers twitching at his sides, wanting to reach out, but unsure if you wanted him to. He felt so many emotions swirl inside him—anger at Yunho, guilt for hurting you like this, but also something softer, something protective.

“I couldn’t just stand there and watch him do this to you,” he said, his voice more steady now, but still laced with emotion. “You don’t deserve to be treated like this. You deserve so much better than him.”

Mingi’s heart ached as you shook your head, still trying to make sense of everything. He could see the confusion and hurt in your eyes, the weight of everything that had just happened pressing down on you. You barely whispered a “thanks…” as you took the tissue from him, and it made something in his chest tighten.

" yn.."

Mingi’s heart sank as you stood up and asked, “San, please… can this wait for another day?” Your words cut through him like a cold wave, leaving him frozen in place. His chest tightened, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched you walk away, leaving him standing there, helpless and unsure.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. He wanted to stop you, to tell you that he understood, that he was here for you no matter what. But the silence that followed felt like the only answer he could give.

───

Mingi’s stomach churned as he stepped into the house, the sight of Hongjoong and Yunho on the couch immediately making his heart drop. Yunho, with a bandage on his nose, was glaring at him with an intensity that Mingi could feel even from across the room. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and Mingi knew this was coming.

“San, want to explain what happened?” Hongjoong’s voice was calm, but the undercurrent of frustration was unmistakable.

Mingi’s mind raced, his thoughts tangled in the chaos of the day. The confrontation with Yunho, the way he’d lashed out, the look in your eyes when you walked away from him—it all felt like a whirlwind he could barely keep up with.

He opened his mouth, but no words came at first. He couldn’t just apologize. He couldn’t just pretend that hitting Yunho was some isolated incident. It was about more than that. It was about everything Yunho had done to you, everything he had seen you suffer through.

He let out a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. “I’m not sorry for what I did,” Mingi said, his voice raw but steady. He wasn’t backing down now. He’d already crossed a line, and it wasn’t just about the fight anymore. “He had it coming.”

Yunho's eyes narrowed, and he sat up straighter on the couch. “What the fuck are you talking about?” His voice was laced with disbelief and anger. “I don't know what your fucking problem is, but that doesn’t give you the right to hit me like that.”

Mingi clenched his fists at his sides, the anger that had been simmering all day bubbling back to the surface. “You don’t get to treat her like that, Yunho. You don’t get to make her feel worthless, and you sure as hell don’t get to talk about her like she’s nothing.”

Hongjoong sighed, rubbing his temples as if he’d seen this coming. “San…”

“She’s not nothing,” Mingi shot back, his voice louder now, the emotion he’d been holding in finally breaking through. “She deserves more than the way you’ve been treating her. She deserves more than the lies you’ve been feeding her.”

Yunho looked at him like he was insane. “You don’t know anything about what I’ve been doing, San.”

Mingi took a step forward, his eyes locked onto Yunho’s with an intensity that surprised even him. “I know enough. I know how you’ve been treating her, and I’m done letting you get away with it.”

There was a long silence, the tension between the three of them palpable. Mingi felt like he was standing on the edge of something he couldn’t turn back from. He knew that what he’d done—what he’d said—had pushed things too far, but he wasn’t going to apologize for standing up for you. Not now.

Hongjoong finally broke the silence, his voice calm but firm. “San, you’re not wrong to be angry. But this isn’t the way to handle it.”

Mingi’s chest heaved with frustration. “I don’t care anymore, Hongjoong. I’ve had enough.”

Yunho opened his mouth to argue, the anger still clear in his expression, but as Mingi turned to leave, something about the finality in his stance stopped him. The intensity of Mingi’s words, the anger he had shown, and the unspoken weight behind them seemed to deflate Yunho, just a little. He sank back into the couch, a frown pulling at his features as he wiped his hand over his face in frustration.

Hongjoong observed the shift in the room, his eyes flicking between Yunho and Mingi's retreating form. He didn’t say anything for a moment, his gaze lingering on Yunho, who was now looking smaller than he had just moments ago. The tension was still thick in the air, but it felt different now—Mingi had made it clear that he wasn’t going to just let things slide anymore. Yunho's usual confidence seemed shaken, even if he didn’t want to show it.

Mingi didn’t look back as he walked away, his steps purposeful and heavy, the weight of the day still hanging over him. His chest still ached from everything he had witnessed, everything he had seen you go through. He didn’t know how to fix this, how to make things right for you. But one thing was clear—he wasn’t going to let Yunho get away with hurting you any longer.

And for the first time, Mingi didn’t feel the need to apologize. He wasn’t wrong.

When he made it to his room, he collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing with everything that had happened. He wasn’t sure if you would ever forgive him for getting involved in such a mess, but he knew one thing for sure: he was done sitting back.

───

You stood there, a little taken aback by Seonghwa’s sudden appearance and his nervous demeanor. His usual calm, collected nature seemed to have been replaced by a subtle unease as he rubbed his palm against his jeans. The way he hesitated made you feel even more confused, wondering what he wanted to talk about in this empty classroom.

“Seonghwa, what’s going on?” you asked, your voice softer, but still unsure about the situation. “You look like you’re about to confess something.”

Seonghwa blinked, his gaze flickering away for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “I… uh… I need to talk to you about something,” he started, his voice a little more hesitant than usual. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small frown pulling at your features. “What’s going on? Is this about Yunho? Because honestly, I don’t—”

“No, it’s not about Yunho,” Seonghwa interrupted, though his voice still carried a tone of uncertainty. “It’s about… something else. It’s about me.”

You stared at him, the confusion only deepening as Seonghwa’s words seemed to hang in the air. “About you? What do you mean?”

Mingi let out a sigh, " i'm not seonghwa- at least, not for today."

Your eyes widened as you processed Mingi’s words. The room seemed to hold its breath, and for a moment, you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing. Seonghwa wasn't himself? Not today? The realization hit you like a cold wave.

“Wait, what do you mean you’re not Seonghwa?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, confusion overwhelming you. You took a cautious step back, looking at him closely, trying to see if there was something you missed. But everything about his demeanor felt like Mingi—yet the way he spoke felt different, too.

Mingi let out a small, frustrated chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly not expecting this reaction. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I’m actually in Seonghwa’s body right now. It’s… complicated,” he explained, glancing away for a moment. “But it’s me, Yn. Mingi. I don’t know how to make sense of all this either, but I’m the one here.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you felt tears weld up " if this is some sick joke -"

Mingi’s expression hardened at your words, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. He could see how upset you were, how hurt—and that only made him feel worse. He had never intended for you to think this was a joke, but he understood why you might think that, given everything that had been happening.

“It’s not a joke, Yn,” he said quietly, his voice carrying an edge of pain. He took a step closer, careful not to invade your space, but wanting to make it clear that he was serious. “I swear to you, this is real. I’m in Seonghwa’s body right now, but I’m still the same Mingi. I’m not playing games with you.”

You took a step back, feeling the lump form in your throat. You couldn’t tell if you were angry, confused, or just emotionally drained from everything that had been going on.

" hwa, you know how much i miss mingi but you playing this stupid trick on me is ridiculous "

Mingi froze at your words, his heart sinking. He knew this was going to be hard to explain, but hearing you say his name like that—believing he was someone else entirely—cut deeper than he expected.

“Yn, I’m not trying to trick you,” he said softly, the desperation in his voice unmistakable. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I know how much you miss me—because I miss you, too. But I swear, it’s me.”

You shook your head, backing away further as tears welled in your eyes. “Stop it, Seonghwa. Just... stop. You don’t get to play games like this. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but pretending to be Mingi? That’s low. Even for you.”

Mingi stepped closer to you, holding you by your shoulders, " yn, please you have to believe me. I've been searching for you since -"

You tugged away from him, " just stop it seonghwa, did yunho put you up to this?"

“Yn, this isn’t Yunho. This isn’t Seonghwa. It’s me, Mingi.” His voice cracked with desperation, but he forced himself to keep going, knowing that if he gave up now, you might never believe him.

You stared at him, your chest heaving as you tried to process everything. The way he spoke, the way he looked at you—it felt familiar, but your heart couldn’t let you believe it. It was too much, too surreal, and it felt like a cruel trick. “How am I supposed to believe you?” you whispered, your voice trembling. “How am I supposed to know you’re not just saying what you think I want to hear?”

Mingi hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. He knew he had to say something that only he would know—something to prove to you that he wasn’t lying. “Do you remember the night we got stuck in the rain?” he said, his voice quieter now, almost tentative. “You were so mad because I dragged you out without an umbrella, but then you started laughing because we ended up dancing in the middle of the street. You said it was the happiest you’d felt in months. You kissed me right there, even though we were soaked.”

Your breath hitched, the memory rushing back like a tidal wave. It wasn’t something you’d ever shared with anyone else, not even Seonghwa. Your walls started to crack, the anger and confusion giving way to something else—something terrifyingly vulnerable.

“How... how do you know that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mingi stepped closer, his expression softening. “Because I was there, Yn. It was me. It’s always been me.”

“It’s not possible,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

Mingi felt a lump in his throat as he watched you struggle with everything he’d just said. He took a hesitant step forward, his voice softer now, pleading. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I promise you, it’s me. Look at me, Yn. Really look at me. Can you honestly say you don’t feel it? That you don’t recognize me?”

Your lips trembled as you glanced up at him, and for a moment, you let yourself meet his gaze. There was something in his eyes—something achingly familiar—that made your chest tighten. But it didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

“Stop it, Seonghwa,” you said again, though your voice was weaker now, less certain. “Just... stop. Please.”

Mingi swallowed hard, his heart breaking at the sight of your tears. He wanted to reach out, to hold you, to make you believe him—but he knew that pushing too hard would only drive you further away.

“I’m not giving up on you, Yn,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the pain he felt. “Even if you don’t believe me right now, I’m not going to stop trying to show you the truth. You mean too much to me.”

Without waiting for a response, Mingi turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, torn between the impossibility of his words and the nagging feeling in your heart that maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.

───

Seonghwa glanced up from his phone, his sharp features softening when he saw you. He nodded, offering a small smile as he slipped the phone into his pocket. “Of course, Yn. What’s up?”

You shifted on your feet, suddenly second-guessing your decision to approach him. The memory of your last conversation with him—or whoever he’d been that day—still lingered, leaving you with more questions than answers.

“It’s about... the other day,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. “What you said to me... about Mingi.”

Seonghwa’s expression froze for a split second before he quickly recovered, his brow furrowing in concern. “i'm sorry ynie, but i can't remember anything from yesterday. Did i say something to upset you? "

Your heart sank at his words, the weight of confusion and frustration pressing down on your chest. His tone was sincere, his expression genuinely concerned—but that only made it worse.

“You don’t remember?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seonghwa shook his head, his brow furrowing deeper as he took a step closer to you. “No, I don’t. Yn, if I said something to hurt you or upset you, I’m really sorry. It wasn’t my intention.”

You stared at him, searching his face for any sign that he was lying. But all you saw was sincerity, which only made the situation more confusing. “You didn’t hurt me, Seonghwa. It’s just... the things you said—they didn’t make sense. You talked about Mingi, about things only he would know, and... I don’t understand how you could know them.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of something—panic, maybe—crossing his features before he quickly masked it. “Mingi? Yn, are you sure you’re not mixing things up? Maybe I said something that reminded you of him, but—”

“No!” you interrupted, your voice trembling. “It wasn’t just that. You knew things, Hwa. Personal things. Things I’ve never told anyone. And now you’re telling me you don’t remember?”

Seonghwa hesitated, his jaw tightening as he glanced away for a moment, as if searching for the right words. When he looked back at you, his gaze was softer, almost pleading. “Yn, I swear, I’m not trying to confuse you or mess with you. I really don’t remember anything from yesterday.”

Your shoulders slumped as the lump in your throat grew. You wanted to believe him—you really did—but the nagging feeling in your chest wouldn’t let you let it go. “I don’t know what’s going on, Seonghwa, but something isn’t right. And I can’t just ignore it.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I get it. If I were you, I’d feel the same way. But I promise you, if I remember anything or figure out what’s going on, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

You nodded reluctantly, though the unease in your chest remained. “Okay.”

As Seonghwa gave you a reassuring smile and walked away, you couldn’t help but feel like you were missing something—like there was a truth just out of reach, waiting to be uncovered.

You glanced up, your heart still racing from the sudden interruption. The person next to you gave a sheepish smile, their presence radiating a kind of easy charm that put you slightly at ease despite your initial shock.

“hi ynnie,"

Your face paled as you looked at the stranger. " can i help you?"

The stranger put his bag down as he put his and your laptop close together. " sorry i disappeared a few days. I got stuck a couple hours away. I'm actually glad i woke up in Yeosang body."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your body tensing as you stared at him. “What did you just say?”

The stranger—Yeosang, or whoever was claiming to be in his body—smiled softly, leaning in slightly to keep his voice low. “I said I’m glad I woke up in Yeosang’s body. It’s me, Yn. It’s Mingi.”

Your breath hitched, your mind racing as you processed what he’d just said. “This isn’t funny,” you whispered sharply, glancing around to make sure no one else was paying attention. “If this is some kind of sick joke—”

“It’s not a joke,” he interrupted, his tone calm but firm. “I know it sounds crazy, but it’s me. I’ve been trying to get back to you ever since... well, since everything started happening.”

You shook your head, your hands trembling slightly as you clutched the edge of your desk. “No, this doesn’t make any sense. You’re not—Mingi’s gone.”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but think about it. Think about what I told you when I was in Seonghwa’s body. Or when I was in San’s. You know it’s me, Yn. Deep down, you know.”

His words sent a chill down your spine. He was saying things that no one else could know, things that lined up too perfectly with the strange events of the past few days. But how could it be true?

“If it’s really you... prove it,” you demanded, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yeosang—or Mingi, as he claimed—nodded, his expression softening. “maybe we can go somewhere private?

You hesitated, your gaze flickering to Yeosang’s—or Mingi’s—face. The sincerity in his eyes made your heart ache, but the sheer impossibility of his claim left you rooted to your seat.

“I... I don’t know,” you stammered, glancing around nervously. The other students in the room were too focused on their own conversations to notice the tension between you two, but it still felt like the walls had ears. “This is... a lot.”

Mingi nodded in understanding, his voice soft but steady. “I get it. It’s overwhelming. But please, just give me a chance to explain. Somewhere quiet, where no one can overhear us.”

Your chest tightened, the weight of everything pressing down on you. Against your better judgment, you found yourself nodding. “Fine. After class.”

Relief washed over his face, and he gave a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Ynnie. That’s all I’m asking for.”

The professor walked in moments later, starting the lecture. You tried to focus, but your mind kept wandering to the person sitting next to you. You didn’t know what to believe, but one thing was clear: whatever was happening, it wasn’t ordinary.

When the class ended, Mingi—or Yeosang—waited for you at the door. He didn’t say anything, just gestured for you to follow him. You walked in silence, your nerves twisting into knots with every step.

Finally, you found yourself in an empty corner of the library, tucked away behind rows of bookshelves. The air felt heavier here, as if the truth you were about to hear carried its own gravity.

Mingi turned to face you, his expression serious. “ask me anything, to prove that i'm mingi"

You looked up at him, " what did i say to you on our last night together.."

Mingi’s eyes softened, and for a moment, the confident façade cracked, revealing the vulnerability beneath. He hesitated, as if the memory was too precious to put into words. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet and tinged with emotion.

“You said... you weren’t ready to say goodbye.” His gaze met yours, unwavering. “You kept trying to act strong, but I could see how much it hurt you. You held onto my hand like you never wanted to let go, and you told me you’d wait for me, no matter how long it took. That you’d always believe in me.”

Your breath hitched, tears pricking at your eyes. “And then?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“And then, I told you I’d come back to you. That no matter what happened, I’d find a way. I promised you, Ynnie, and I meant it.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with the weight of the truth you couldn’t deny. No one else could have known that—no one but Mingi.

Your legs felt weak, and you stumbled slightly, gripping the edge of a nearby bookshelf for support. “Mingi... it really is you, isn’t it?”

He stepped closer, his hands hovering as if afraid to touch you, afraid this moment wasn’t real. “It’s me, Yn. I’m here.”

A sob escaped your lips as you covered your mouth, overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions. Relief, confusion, anger, and love all collided, leaving you breathless.

“How is this possible? How are you here, in his body?” you choked out.

Mingi looked down, his jaw tightening. “I don’t know. I don’t understand it either. I’ve been waking up in different people’s bodies for months, trying to find my way back to you. Every time, I get closer, but I don’t know how to stop it or why it’s happening.”

You reached out instinctively, grabbing his wrist as if anchoring yourself to the moment. “I thought I lost you forever, Mingi...”

He shook his head, his voice firm. “You’ll never lose me. I’ll keep fighting to stay with you, no matter what it takes.”

You sobbed on his chest as he held you tightly. " what happens now?"

Mingi shrugged his shoulders, " hopefully, i wake up in my body and i make my way back you. permanently this time,"

You clung to him, the weight of his words sinking in. “But what if you don’t? What if this doesn’t end?” The fear that had been gnawing at you all this time crept back into your chest, tight and suffocating.

Mingi’s hands gently cupped your face, lifting your head so he could look into your eyes. There was a softness there, but also determination. “I don’t know what will happen, Yn. But I know this...” His thumb gently traced the edge of your cheek. “No matter what, I’ll keep fighting to come back to you. I promise.”

His voice, though full of uncertainty, was unwavering in its conviction. And even in the face of the unknown, you felt the weight of his promise settle in your heart.

You nodded, wiping your tears away, trying to steady your breathing. “I believe you. I just... I just want you to stay.”

Mingi gave a soft smile, his hands still holding you gently, as if afraid to let go. “I’m here now, and I’ll be here as long as I can.”

You took a deep breath, trying to gather yourself, to believe that this wasn’t just a dream you’d wake up from. But even if it was—no matter how impossible it seemed—you weren’t willing to give up on this, on him, on the chance that somehow, someway, you’d be able to find your way through it together.

"Then I’ll wait for you, Mingi.” You whispered, your voice filled with determination of your own. "No matter how long it takes."

[jiahspov]

୧ ♡ ୨  ⸻   “ a small guide to jiah post debut relationships.

 — ♡  ˖ ˚ BINS͟U͟L͟    ﹙ june 2019 - october 2020  ﹚

he  was  my  first  real  real  relationship.  we were so young and so in love [ . . . ]

it was 2019, txt had just debuted and were slowly making their name when soobin accidentally confessed to his members jiah was his celebrity crush. he thought none of this, but suddenly jiah was friends with half of txt. especially beomgyu.

jiah was so clueless to soobin’s growing affection and he was so painfully awkward around her, to the point she asked beomgyu if he didn’t like her. 😭

beomgyu ended up telling her the truth and jiah was so happy.ᐟ.ᐟ because she too had a small crush on him. BUT HE JUST WOULDN’T MAKE A MOVE ON HER, so she had to ask him out.

they dated for about a year, and even met each others’ families. their close friends honestly thought they would get married because they’re such a dreamy couple. polar opposites but so compatible.  even with their tight agenda, they would facetime every night for hours until one of them would fall asleep.

[. . .] though  letting him go was hard,  the  what ifs  hurt me the most.

no one knows why they broke up, not even themselves. it just happened. one day they were making plans and the next they mutually decided to break up.

maybe it was their clashing schedules, maybe the fact that staying hidden wasn’t enough for jiah, maybe it really just happened.

[ . . . ] i’d rather have got into a huge fight, or maybe a fall out from our feelings. i’d rather he had hurt and broke me, i’d rather have anything than never knowing what we did wrong. when we failed.

how they are doing nowadays?

they don’t talk anymore. jiah asked him to block her because she would always text him when she was drunk. but she never blocked him, sort of wishing he would reach out to her. but he never did. she moved on from him, but honestly she never moved on from their relationship.

— ♡  ˖ ˚   SONGS͟U͟L͟ ﹙ aug  2021 -  dec 2021 ﹚

[ . . . ] i’ve had hundreds of people shouting for my name and cheering me up, still… mingi was the only one who made me feel the closest do adored.

they met when jiah went to wooyoung’s birthday. they sort of clicked and she asked for his number so they could keep contact. they started dating just a few days into talking but honestly it seemed like they had known each other for a lifetime now.

it was only when mingi asked her to meet her family for the holidays that jiah realized she wasn’t ready for a relationship. 

[ . . . ] he wanted to meet my parents and would constantly ask me what he could buy to win my brothers over. . .

she broke up with him after five months together,  he tried to make things work and didn’t give up on her,  but he soon acknowledged that her heart belonged somewhere else.  still,  they kept going on dates because it comforted both of them.

she kept their break up a secret until early 2022.

[ . . . ] i wish i was the one hurting. . .

how they are doing nowadays?

they are still close friends. though mingi is clearly not over her, he thinks keeping her close is better that pursuing a relationship she can’t have now. but he silently waits for a second chance.

©️  JIAHSPOV

[koyagifs]

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pairing: pirate!mingi x dragon hybrid!reader au: pirate au | genre: angst with happy ending word count: 4.1k synopsis: mingi just wanted to explore for some treasure. How was he supposed to know that he'll end up with a dragon hybrid mate. warning(s): cursing, blood, death threats, gun

Mingi hopped out the rowboat with Yeosang and Yuna by his side as they made their way towards the caves.

"You know, sometimes I question why I'm the most reasonable one," Yeosang mumbled, adjusting the strap of his bag as they trudged up the rocky path.

Mingi shrugged, " well you wouldn't be here if you didn't had to go and snitch to captain."

Yuna laughed, "He's got a point, Yeosang. You practically volunteered us for this the second you opened your mouth."

Yeosang shot her a glare, his expression unimpressed. "I didn’t snitch. I gave an accurate report of our activities."

Mingi snorted, stepping over a particularly jagged rock. "Yeah, because accurate reports always end with us on a wild goose chase to explore creepy caves in the middle of nowhere."

"You’re welcome, by the way," Yeosang replied dryly. "Without me, you two would’ve been sneaking in here with no plan and no backup."

Yuna smirked, nudging Mingi’s side. "Backup? Pretty sure the captain just sent us along so you could babysit."

Mingi laughed, tossing her a grin. "And what a great job he's doing. If something jumps out at us, I’m betting Yeosang screams first."

Yeosang sighed heavily, clearly regretting all his life choices that led him to this moment. "I’m surrounded by idiots."

As they reached the cave entrance, Mingi stopped and flashed a mischievous smile. "Alright, fearless babysitter," he said, motioning towards the dark, yawning mouth of the cave. "After you."

Yeosang stared into the darkness for a moment before muttering under his breath. "I’m going to regret this."

"Probably," Yuna said cheerfully, already stepping past him with her flashlight. "But hey, at least we’ll have fun."

"Define fun," Yeosang muttered, reluctantly following them into the shadows.

As the trio explored the depths of the cave, Yeosang and Yuna turned their attention to an unusual rock formation near the cave wall. Meanwhile, Mingi wandered deeper, his flashlight flickering against the damp walls as he followed the faint sound of dripping water.

Mingi’s pace quickened as the shimmering lights drew him deeper into the cave. The faint glow danced on the damp walls, reflecting off something he could only describe as treasure.

“It’s true...” he mumbled, almost in disbelief.

“Hey, Mingi! Slow down!” Yuna called out, her voice echoing faintly behind him.

But he didn’t listen. His steps became hurried, almost frantic, as he closed the distance between himself and the glittering spectacle.

When he finally reached the source, his breath caught. A gasp escaped his lips as his flashlight revealed piles of scattered coins, tarnished gold, and glimmering jewels strewn across the ground. It looked like something straight out of a storybook—a dragon’s hoard, untouched by time.

Mingi crouched down, his fingers brushing against a coin. It felt real, solid, and cold beneath his touch. A grin spread across his face, wide and childlike. "Guys, you have to see this!"

Mingi hit the ground hard, the air knocked out of him as he let out a startled scream. His flashlight clattered to the floor, spinning wildly and casting eerie shadows across the walls.

“Mingi!” Yuna’s panicked voice echoed as she and Yeosang sprinted toward him.

Heart racing, Mingi looked up at his attacker—and froze.

Pinning him down was a dragon hybrid—a gorgeous one, her presence so stunning it momentarily made Mingi forget the sharp claws resting against his chest. Her scales shimmered like polished obsidian, each one catching the dim light of the cavern and refracting it in faint rainbows. Her wings, expansive and edged with silver, flapped once with a powerful whoosh, kicking up dust and scattered coins in a clear warning to anyone who dared approach.

Mingi’s breath hitched as he stared up at her, equal parts terrified and awestruck. Her eyes, sharp and golden like molten fire, locked onto his with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

Yuna froze mid-step, her flashlight shaking in her grip. “Mingi... is it just me, or is that dragon hybrid way too hot to be this terrifying?”

“Yuna!” Yeosang snapped, glaring at her, though he hadn’t dared move closer either. “Focus! She’s clearly ready to rip us apart!”

Mingi, lying flat beneath the hybrid’s weight, tried to shift slightly, hoping to ease the pressure on his chest. The hybrid’s growl deepened immediately, her tail wrapping tighter around his torso as her wings flared again.

“Okay, okay!” Mingi said quickly, freezing in place. “Not moving! Totally staying right here!”

Yuna couldn’t help but snicker, even as she stayed rooted to the spot. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a new girlfriend, Mingi.”

“Not funny, Yuna!” he hissed, though his cheeks flushed at her comment.

Yeosang rubbed his temples in frustration, his patience thinning by the second. “We don’t have time for this. We might have to go get the captain.”

Mingi’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “What? No! Don’t leave me here!”

Yuna tilted her head, smirking. “I don’t know, Mingi. You seem to have it under control. She clearly likes you more than us.”

The hybrid turned her piercing gaze toward Yuna, her lips curling into a snarl that wiped the smirk right off her face. Yuna instinctively raised her hands. “Kidding! Just kidding!”

“She’s not going to let us take him without a fight,” Yeosang muttered, his grip tightening on his flashlight.

“You seriously can’t think of leaving me here alone until you guys come back!” Mingi cried out, his voice tinged with desperation. He tried to shift again, but the hybrid growled, her grip around his torso tightening like a warning.

Yuna grimaced, biting her lip. “He’s got a point, Yeosang. We can’t just leave him here. She’s... way too possessive of him already.”

“She won’t let us get close enough, and he can’t move without triggering her,” Yeosang said sharply, gesturing to the hybrid, who was now glaring at them. “We’re getting the captain. It’s the only logical choice.”

Mingi’s eyes widened in panic. “What if she eats me before you get back?! Or, I don’t know, adopts me as her weird treasure pet?!”

Yuna stifled a laugh despite the tension. “Honestly, the pet thing doesn’t seem far off right now.”

“Yuna!” Mingi wailed.

Yeosang sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, Mingi, we don’t have another option. We’re outmatched here. The captain might know how to handle this without anyone dying.”

“Dying?! Who said anything about dying?!” Mingi exclaimed, trying not to move as the hybrid nuzzled closer to him, her eyes glaring at anyone who approached.

“Relax,” Yuna said, waving him off. “You’re clearly her favorite. Just, uh, keep her happy until we get back.”

“Easy for you to say!” Mingi snapped. “You’re not the one being hugged by a dragon hybrid who could crush you in a second!”

The hybrid let out a soft, almost possessive rumble, her tail curling around Mingi protectively. Yuna raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, she’s definitely keeping you.”

Yeosang adjusted his flashlight, his expression grim. “We’ll be back as fast as we can. Try not to do anything stupid.”

Mingi groaned, flopping his head back against the ground. “Oh sure, I’ll just... sit here and bond with the dragon hybrid. No big deal.”

As Yeosang and Yuna exchanged a final glance and began retreating cautiously toward the cave entrance, the hybrid growled low, her eyes following their movements. Her grip on Mingi remained firm, almost like she was daring them to take another step closer.

Once she noticed Yuna and Yeosang had disappeared from view, the hybrid shifted, her grip loosening. To Mingi’s surprise, she hopped off him gracefully, her wings folding neatly behind her as she stood at her full height.

Before he could scramble away or say anything, her piercing golden eyes locked onto his, a playful smirk curling at her lips.

“So,” you purred, your voice smooth and rich like honey, “my mate’s name is Mingi~.”

Mingi blinked, his brain short-circuiting for a moment. “W-Wait, what?”

You giggled, the sound light and melodic, your tail swaying from side to side in excitement. The gleam in your golden eyes softened slightly as you looked at him, though the mischief still lingered.

“My mate!” you said, your voice brimming with delight. “I’ve been searching for you—or, more like, many have been searching for me... mainly for my treasure.”

Mingi blinked, his confusion growing by the second. “Wait, wait. Back up. Searching for you? Why?”

You tilted your head, your wings shifting slightly as you settled onto a nearby rock, curling your tail around you. “Because I have something everyone wants, of course. Treasure beyond their wildest dreams.” You gestured to the piles of gold and jewels scattered around the cavern.

Mingi's heart tightened as you spoke, your excitement palpable as you gestured to the piles of gold and jewels that filled the cavern. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Treasure beyond their wildest dreams, you had said, and yet... what had it cost?

His gaze drifted, moving past the sparkling gold to the skeletons scattered across the floor, their remains eerily still in contrast to the shimmering wealth around them. Broken bones and decayed clothing were strewn among the treasure like forgotten remnants of those who had come before—those who had sought the treasure, and perhaps, you.

Mingi’s breath caught in his throat. “Wait... are those...?”

You followed his gaze and shrugged nonchalantly, as if the sight of the dead didn’t faze you at all. “Those are just the ones who didn’t make it. They wanted what I have—what you have now.” Your smile softened as you leaned back, looking him over with a hint of possessiveness. “But they weren’t worthy, I guess.”

The realization hit him like a cold wave. Mingi swallowed hard, a knot forming in his stomach. “So, people have died trying to get to you? To your treasure?”

You nodded, oblivious to the way Mingi’s fear was beginning to swell. You weren’t aware of how deeply your words were affecting him. “But don’t worry! Now it’s just us, forever,” you chirped, your voice light and carefree as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Your tail flicked behind you, a motion of pure contentment, as though this was some grand, inevitable ending.

Mingi’s eyes widened, his throat going dry. “Forever?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your smile was soft but unyielding, the promise of eternity lingering in the air between you. “Yes, forever,” you purred. “You’ll never have to worry about anyone else again. Just me and you. My treasure, my mate.”

Mingi’s mind raced, the room spinning slightly as his thoughts tangled with the weight of your words. He wanted to scream, to run, to do anything to escape this strange, almost suffocating connection. But he couldn’t. Not with the hybrid’s gaze locked onto him like a predator’s, not with the feeling of her wings so close, her body warmth enveloping him. He was trapped, just like the skeletons that littered the ground—trapped by the allure of your treasure, of your power, and the undeniable pull that seemed to wrap around his heart.

"But..." His voice faltered as he tried to find the right words. "What about everything else? The others... the rest of the world?"

You tilted your head, unbothered. "What do they matter when we have everything we need? When we have each other? All that matters now is you and me."

Mingi’s words trembled as they left his lips, his voice shaking with a mix of desperation and fear. “I can’t stay here forever... I have a life outside.”

The moment the words left him, he saw the shift in your expression—a flash of something dark, something possessive, that made the air grow colder. Your eyes narrowed, and your body tensed, every muscle seemingly coiling in warning.

The low growl that rumbled from your chest sent a chill through Mingi’s spine. “The outside is full of disgusting pirates and greedy people,” you snarled, your tail twitching in agitation. “They only want to take what’s mine. They want my treasure, me, everything they can steal. They’ll take you from me, too, if you let them. But not anymore, Mingi. Not when you’re mine.”

The words that slipped from Mingi’s lips felt like a confession, but they were also a challenge, a defiance he couldn’t hold back. “I’m a pirate.”

At that, you froze. The growl in your chest deepened, and your golden eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. For a moment, there was silence—an eerie stillness that hung between you both. Then, you took a step forward, your wings unfurling with a terrifying grace, your claws glinting in the dim light.

Before Mingi could react, the sound of your roar erupted, loud and fierce, shaking the cavern. “You’re mine!”

The force of your roar still echoed in the cavern, but as Mingi scrambled to his feet, a new sound cut through the tension—the sound of hurried footsteps. Before Mingi could process it, a voice rang out, sharp and commanding.

"Hey, dragon!" Hongjoong shouted, his tone firm and unyielding. The flash of metal in his hand glinted as he raised his gun, aiming directly at you.

You whipped your head toward the voice, your wings flaring wide, your eyes narrowing with an instant snarl.

Mingi's heart hammered in his chest as he saw Hongjoong and the rest of the crew rushing in, their eyes sharp and determined. For a moment, he felt a spark of hope—a glimmer that maybe he wasn’t as trapped as he had thought. But then, you pulled him close to you, your claws digging into his sides as you pressed him against you, your wings flaring protectively.

“Give us back our friend!” Hongjoong’s voice rang out, his gun still trained on you, unwavering despite the dangerous creature before him.

Mingi gasped as your grip tightened around him. His pulse raced as he realized how little control he had in this situation. His friends were here, but you weren’t backing down. Your eyes glinted with defiance, your snarl deepening, a clear message that you wouldn’t let him go easily.

“You think you can just take him from me?” you hissed, your voice a dangerous mix of amusement and fury. Your tail flicked dangerously behind you, and your wings shifted, the air around you charged with raw power. “He’s mine now. You won’t take him away from me.”

Mingi struggled to free himself from your grasp, but it was no use. You were too strong, holding him tightly against you as you prepared to defend your claim. He caught Hongjoong’s eye from across the cavern, desperate to communicate that his friends needed to be careful. Every move you made was calculated, controlled, and ready to strike if they pushed too far.

Hongjoong remained calm, his stance unwavering. “This isn’t a game,” he warned, his voice steady. “Let him go. Now. This is your only warning.”

Behind Hongjoong, Yeosang and Yuna stood poised, ready to move if things escalated further. But they too knew that any misstep could end in disaster. The tension in the air was thick, crackling like the calm before a storm.

Mingi’s voice wavered as he spoke, the words barely escaping his lips. His heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. "Why don’t you come with us…?" he repeated, his tone laced with uncertainty.

The suggestion hung in the air like a fragile thread, suspended between him and the creature holding him so tightly. He couldn’t believe he’d just said it, couldn’t believe that in his desperation, he was offering a way out—not just for himself, but for you too. The words tasted foreign on his tongue, but they came from a place of fear and the faintest flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could talk his way out of this. Maybe there was another way.

Your eyes flickered with something almost curious as you looked down at him, your wings folding slightly as you processed his words. The growl that had been bubbling in your chest softened for a brief moment. “Come with you?” you repeated, voice laced with disbelief.

Mingi nodded his head, " yeah, come with us. If im your mate, then you're mine as well. Come with us - leave the treasure behind. Travel with me and my friends"

Your expression shifted, flickering between confusion and something darker, more possessive. You studied Mingi for a long moment, as if weighing his words, considering his offer with a complexity he hadn’t expected. His heart pounded as he held your gaze, praying that somehow, his plea would make a difference.

“Leave the treasure?” you repeated slowly, as though the idea itself was foreign. “Leave everything I’ve fought for, everything I’ve claimed?”

Mingi’s breath caught in his throat, but he nodded again, his voice unwavering despite the fear that gnawed at him. “Yes. Come with us. You don’t need all this,” he gestured to the gold and the bones scattered around the cavern, “You don’t need to be alone. You have us, you have me. If you’re really mine... then come with us.”

For a moment, you stayed silent. Your eyes glimmered with an unreadable emotion, your wings folding a little tighter against your back. Mingi could almost hear the gears turning in your mind, struggling with his words.

“I am your mate,” you growled softly, as if testing the words on your tongue. “You think that’s enough to make me leave everything behind?”

Mingi swallowed hard. “It could be. We could leave all of this... and be together. You don’t have to fight for it, for the treasure, for the loneliness. We could travel. Be free.”

You tilted your head slightly, your claws flexing in thought, but the warning growl never fully left your chest. “And what would I be without it?” you asked, your voice low and dangerous. “What would I be without all of this power, the riches, the treasure? What would you be to me then?”

“I would be your treasure,” Mingi said, his words coming out more confidently now, the desperation from earlier turning into something else—something resolute.

Your gaze flickered, almost imperceptibly, as Mingi’s words hit you like a sudden wave, crashing through the walls you had so carefully built around yourself. His confidence, his unshakable belief, it was... unnerving. The fear you had buried deep inside yourself—the fear of losing control, of letting someone in—began to bubble to the surface.

For a moment, you hesitated. Your claws loosened, your grip on Mingi easing. His words had made a crack, a tiny sliver in the fortress you had built, and the vulnerability in that crack terrified you.

Mingi took a step back, his eyes wide with a mixture of relief and caution. But before he could say anything else, a shift in the air signaled the arrival of his friends. San and Yunho rushed toward him, their movements swift and practiced, their presence a sudden relief to Mingi.

Mingi’s chest tightened with a mix of emotions as they reached him. San’s hand gripped his arm, pulling him a little further away from you, while Yunho kept a protective stance in front of him. They were here. They had come for him, and somehow, that realization gave him the strength he needed to breathe.

“Are you alright?” Yunho asked quietly, his gaze flickering over Mingi to check for injuries.

“I’m... I’m fine,” Mingi managed to say, his voice still shaken, but his expression softening. He felt safe now, with his friends close by. They had come for him, even though the situation was far from over.

Your heart raced as you watched the rest of them approach—Wooyoung and Seonghwa, their faces a mix of concern and determination. The sight of them, their steps confident as they rushed to Mingi’s side, made something inside you twist.

You stepped back, your wings covering your body as Mingi looked at you. " you can still come with us.."

The words hit you like a physical blow, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. Mingi’s gaze, steady and sincere, pierced through the chaos of the moment. His voice was soft, almost pleading, but it held something you hadn’t expected: hope.

You flinched, instinctively stepping back as the vulnerability he offered made the walls around your heart tremble. His words felt like a lifeline, a chance at something different, something more than the treasure and the endless solitude. But there was a part of you—deep inside—that recoiled at the thought of leaving everything you had built. The gold, the power, the isolation. Could you really leave it all behind?

You glanced at the others behind him—Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and the rest. They stood there, waiting, their eyes filled with a mix of expectation and patience. They weren’t rushing you. They weren’t demanding. They were offering you something, too: freedom, companionship, and a life without the constant weight of fear and control.

“I’m not like you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t fit in your world. I can’t just... walk away from everything I’ve ever known.”

Mingi's words hung in the air, firm yet full of understanding. "Maybe you don’t have to," he continued, his gaze steady, "Our crew is everyone. We all have a place, and we’ll find one for you too."

The words were a balm to the raw edges of your heart, a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty. For the first time, you allowed yourself to truly consider it—belonging. With them. A place where you wouldn't be alone, where you could be more than just a treasure or a threat.

Hongjoong, however, stood at a distance, his jaw clenched as he kept his gun steady but low. Internally, he was screaming. Another member? Another danger? His mind raced with all the reasons why it might be a terrible idea to welcome someone like you into the crew. But the conflict in his eyes was evident; the pull to keep Mingi safe outweighed his doubts about you

Mingi's hand was steady, extended toward you, his fingers warm and inviting. It was an unspoken promise, a gesture of trust that reached deeper than anything you had ever known. His eyes, filled with hope and something softer, held your gaze as he waited for you to decide.

The others behind him held their breath, silently watching, the weight of the moment heavy in the air. Hongjoong's hand rested on his gun, still tense, but his gaze was fixed on you, waiting. Yeosang, Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Yunho—all of them were silent, watching as you stood on the precipice of a choice that could change everything.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of your past, of the walls you had built around yourself. Your tail flicked nervously, your wings twitching slightly, as your mind raced.

But then, you looked at Mingi again. His face was open, vulnerable, his hand still extended, waiting. He wasn’t asking for anything other than your trust. For the first time in your life, you felt like you weren’t just a prize to be claimed, but a person capable of choice. The life he was offering was unfamiliar, but it was warm. It was real.

You took a step forward, your heart pounding in your chest as you closed the distance between you and Mingi. The air seemed to hold its breath as you reached for his hand, your fingers brushing against his, and then—finally—your hand closed around his.

His grip tightened slightly, a small but unmistakable smile pulling at the corners of his lips. The moment you touched, it felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, as though the years of isolation and hoarding had crumbled, leaving only the possibility of something new.

Mingi looked at you, his eyes bright with emotion. "Thank you, dragon" he whispered, his voice thick with something you couldn't quite name.

" yn..my name is yn," you whispered.

“Yn,” he repeated, his voice gentle but firm, as if testing the sound of it, claiming it. The way he said it, with such reverence, made the name feel like a secret only meant for you and him.

His thumb brushed the back of your hand, a small but intimate gesture that made your heart flutter despite yourself. “Yn…” he repeated again, a smile tugging at his lips, genuine and warm. “I’m glad I know your name now.”

Behind you, the crew exhaled collectively, the tension that had held them all in place slowly dissipating. Hongjoong gave a small nod, his gaze softening just slightly, as if he were silently acknowledging that this had been the right decision—at least for now.

"Let’s go," Mingi said softly, his hand never leaving yours. "We have a new path ahead of us. Together."

And with that, you took your first step toward that unknown future, walking away from the treasure and the darkness of the cave, into the light of something uncertain but full of potential. You didn’t know what would come next, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were ready to face it.

[koyagifs]

𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓮𝔃 ( pt.2 )

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 | 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚 | 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 | 𝐬𝐚𝐧 | 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 | 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

[koyagifs]

𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓮𝔃:

hongjoong | seonghwa | yunho

yeosang | san | mingi

wooyoung | jongho