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[5:34pm] wc. 1.1k | fluff

with the summer air whisking in from the open window and fluttering the curtains with a heated wind, it starts to become tiresome to feel warm breath fanning down your neck every time the boy next to you exhales. and much to your dismay, his attention is too wrapped up in the film playing in front of him to worry about- or even notice- the uncomfortable temperature of his cuddles. you wiggle a bit in an attempt to take at least some of your personal space back, but when the arms around your waist only squeeze you back in, you know it was all in vain.

jaemin shifts when the credits finally begin to scroll, and a hot, heavy sigh rushes into your hair, his mind now solely on you and the feeling of your body against his; his warm lips dance against the skin of your neck and leave ticklish open mouthed kisses in their wake. the humidity seems to bother him none. you have to let out a whine. “jaem, it’s hot.”

“yeah you are,” he hums, snuggling further into you, sucking a spot into the skin under your jaw. the smirk you feel on his lips lets you know he’s annoying you on purpose. you grumble, prying your boyfriends body away from your overheating one. he finally pulls away, reluctantly.

“you’re so clingy sometimes,” you huff, fanning yourself with your hand.

jaemin sits up straight, shock prominent in his sparkling brown eyes as he looks at you. “me? i’m the clingy one?” he gawks. you roll your eyes at him. he watches as you reach for your drink on the bedside table, swirling the ice around.

“don’t act surprised, jaem, you’re the clingiest boy on earth,” the exaggerated scoff that jaemin let’s out paired with the grumpy cross of his arms makes you giggle into your straw.

“i’m sorry, i seem to remember how someone wouldn’t go to bed last night unless i was there to use as a body pillow,” the boy retorts. “oh wait, actually,” he brings his hand up to his chin in fake thought, and pauses for a moment. “no, yeah that’s every night.”

you narrow your eyes. “is that really the game you wanna play? jeno and renjun don’t even let us sit together when we go out because you never let go of me.”

“they’re just sad and jealous,” he waves the statement away like nothing. “let’s not forget that you called me like a hundred times last week when hyuck needed help house sitting.”

“the cat missed you!”

“please, the cat barely even knows i live here!”

jaemin shrieks as you lunge toward him, pushing him backwards onto the bed and trapping him beneath you.

“our cat loves you and you know it.”

jaemin’s eyes are wide for a moment as he adjusts to what just happened. he feels his wrists pinned beneath your hands and your thighs holding his hips in place. his hair hangs in his face, and he shakes his head to whip it away and see the smug look on your own face hovering above him.

“what now, huh?” you provoke.

jaemin grins up at you. “aren’t you just the cutest.”

“don’t patronize me.”

but when you feel the muscles in his arms move under your fingers and see the smirk that’s making it’s way onto his pink lips-

“don’t you dare.”

the mischievous glint in his eyes-

“na jaemin. don’t do it.”

in an instant he’s on his feet, and he’s got you in the air, draped over his shoulder with his arms wrapped tightly around your legs that dangle in front of him. you yelp, clutching the fabric of his t-shirt in your fists.

“jaemin! put me do-”

before you finish he’s already spinning, and the colors and shapes in the bedroom bleed together in a dizzy blur. you whine loudly as the force makes your mind whirl, and you squeeze your eyes shut, tucking your head between his shoulder blades.

thankfully, he has enough courtesy to stop before you become too dazed, but his words still seem jumbled when he speaks again.

“who’s clingy now?” he mocks your tone from before, referring to your form firmly hanging onto the snarky boy. you only grumble. you wiggle your legs in his grasp to be let down.

he chuckles, grabbing your waist and bowing his body forward to let you fall backwards onto the bed, only you forget to let him free from your fists, and he falls with you, catching himself by planting his hands on either side of you before he knocks the wind out of you.

“geez, i know i’m handsome but you can’t even let go?” he quips. you squint at him and his stupid cheesy grin that’s still spinning in your dizzy eyes. “how about a kiss to make it better?” he asks sweetly, leaning down toward you, pursing his lips and making sloppy kissy noises.

“oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you push his face away, and he flops down on the mattress next to you. “you can’t go an hour without a kiss.”

jaemin gasps. “can too! i bet i can make it the whole night!”

you scoff. “please, i bet i can make you kiss me right now.”

“yeah? try me.”

jaemin crosses his arms, but the second that he sees your lips up in a little pout, your eyes shimmering- how did you make them do that so quickly? god, he made a mistake.

“nana,” you coo, reaching out for his hand to play with his fingers. his heart swells.

“noooo that’s not fair!!” he moans. with one word you already know you’ve won.

“what’s not fair?” you tilt your head. in his brain jaemin knows what’s happening, but his heart explodes. he tries to get up and leave, but you pull him back down on top of you again, trapping him against you with your arms around his neck. he gulps.

“nana, kiss me?” he bites his tongue. but when he feels your fingers dance up the back of his neck to pull at his hair, a small ‘please’ escaping your pouty lips, he completely folds.

jaemin dips down to capture your lips in his, soft and sweet. you smile against him triumphantly, tugging him closer and deepening your winning kiss.

when you pull away, you find a pout of his own on his lips, his cheeks a deep red. you smile at him, pressing a small kiss to his nose.

“i hate you,” he says, but his lovestruck eyes betray his words.

“i love you, too.”

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— 280224!

you were kidnapped and now you're blindfolded. you were sure it wasn't any other person than your stalker, jeong yunho.

he was gently playing with your hair.

"you awake, love?"

"yes..." you mumbled, "where am i?"

"somewhere special," he responded, "i'm going to remove the blindfold and when i do... promise not to scream, alright?"

"are you going to hurt me?" you whimpered.

"never..." he promisingly said "i'd never hurt my precious girl."

"okay then," you sniffed. "i won't scream."

you could tell he was smiling from ear to ear, "that's my girl..."

the blindfold was removed and you began blinking to see properly.

you realised that you were in the middle of a beautiful, well-decorated home.

it oddly seemed.... very familiar.

your stalker came into sight. he looked more handsome than you ever imagined, with his soft features puppy looks and his black hair.

"you're an interior designer," he said, "so one night... while you were sleeping, i stole your journal where you kept your sketches. this is your dream home.... isn't it?"

"yes.... but did you—"

"build this?" he nodded. "i did. all for you.."

he knelt in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs.

"everything, i've ever done, everything i've sacrificed.... i've done it just for you, my love."

his puppy brown eyes were filled with so much adoration.

"you are my everything." he pointed at the beautiful home, "our future together starts here...."

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kim mingyu fic recs

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◿ ◸ cute drabble by @twogyuu mingyu kim x gn!reader | fluff

-mingyu asks you to consider getting married.

◿ ◸ stubborn by @jaestrz mingyu kim x reader

-mingyu and you quarreled over a bag you saw. he insisted on paying but you refused.

◿ ◸ breathe by @jaestrz mingyu kim x reader | angst, fluff, idol au, mention of anxiety and hospitals

-“y/n we need you right now.”

◿ ◸ can't get enough by @number1mingyustan bf!mingyu kim x fem!reader | smut, established relationship, penetrative sex, overstimulation, squirting, breeding kink, creampie, crying, really messy sex, accidental edging?

-mingyu just can’t seem to get enough of you

◿ ◸ let me pt:1 by @sluttywoozi mingyu kim x reader | overprotective gyu, swearing, food/eating, allusion to lack of safety on college campuses, making out, no gendered pronouns or petnames used, wears a dress and bra at one point, one of their shirts is small on gyu, gets picked up briefly by gyu, 4.8k

-you've been the student athletic trainer for your uni's basketball team all year, and you're pretty sure mingyu has had a crush on you the whole time. you're not sure how much longer you can resist him.

◿ ◸ the morning by @cheolhub mingyu kim x reader | marriage kink (ik…), oral (f. receiving), gyu is a needy baby, a bit of teasing, praise — MINORS DNI 18+, 2.2k

-mingyu knows you have a lot to do the day before the wedding, but he won’t let you leave without giving him his favorite meal for breakfast

◿ ◸ local lover boy by @cheolism kim mingyu x fem!reader | fluff, romance; comfort, humor as well, nudity; mdni

-after you've had a long week of work, mingyu decides to help you wind down for the night.

◿ ◸ just a little by @yunhohours needy!bf!mingyu x fem!reader | sub!mingyu in the sense that mingyu literally begs to make reader cum, reader is a lil mean maybe??, oral (f. receiving), 2.3k

◿ ◸ a second longer by @papercupids kim mingyu x reader | fluff, friends to lovers, kinda slowburn?

-you've been friends for too long, and mingyu's had enough of the pining.

◿ ◸ home by @papercupids kim mingyu x reader | way too much fluff, this can be read as a standalone but i wrote it after writing "a second longer,"

◿ ◸ restless without you by @duhnova mingyu x gn!reader | fluff

◿ ◸ hot or cold by @jjuniehao mingyu x gn!reader | established relationship, fluff!!, mention of marriage

-when looking for something on his phone, you find an email you didn’t expect…

[papercupids]

a second longer - kim mingyu.

part two.

pairing -> kim mingyu x reader

genre -> fluff, friends to lovers, kinda slowburn?

summary -> you've been friends for too long, and mingyu's had enough of the pining.

a/n -> this is one of my first works in over an year so be kind to me ^_^ and haha i apologize for it being a little shorter compared to my other works but i feel like this is how the plot should have played out! anyway feedback is much, much appreciated <3

The camera is old, and the quality is just down the drain, but somehow, mingyu still looks attractive, you blush a little as he makes eye contact with you and quickly turn your camera away from him, pointing it at wonwoo.

“Wonu! Smile,”

The tension between you both was evident to everybody in the room except you both, or maybe it was, you just refused to acknowledge it.

Even now, as mingyu smirks, you can feel your completely freezing up.

Nothing, nothing. It’s nothing.

And you continue to avoid his eyes as you put the camera back in your hand bag as if the only reason you agreed to this dinner wasn’t him.

You weren’t even sure how it had become so awkward with him suddenly, you both were a part of this friend group alongside wonwoo, joshua, some other friends of yours for years, and in april you’d have been crushing on mingyu for over an year.

Maybe it was that one drunk night in September, when during karaoke, you were so into the song that you ended up being inches apart from him, his face so up close that you could just. Kiss the mole on his nose.

That could be it, perhaps, even though you weren’t even sure he remembered it, or anybody else here did, it just embarrassed you so much that you made a pact with yourself to not drink more than a glass or two in these gatherings.

After everybody was done with the dinner, a few of them decided to hit the karaoke, tomorrow being a sunday, but you excused yourself, relieving war flashbacks from that place.

And wonwoo was leaving as well, having some urgent task to attend to, in the morning.

“Let’s-”

Before you could finish that sentence, someone interrupts you.

“Let me walk you home,”

Wonwoo looks between you both awkwardly and then nods, announces he’s going to take a bus from a stop a little ahead and your home is in the opposite direction.

By now, cold sweat has started breaking down your neck.

“Dinner was nice,” he offered to walk you home, but wouldn’t talk to you?

You try breaking the ice.

“Hmm,” he nods. Still not looking at you.

“How was your day?”

And he stops walking. You turn to him, puzzled. He makes eye contact finally.

“How long are we going to beat around the bush?”

A small “huh?” escapes your lips. When he doesn’t respond neither breaks eye contact, it’s obvious what he’s talking about.

“Uh, well, i-”

“I like you, y/n, i’m not going to pretend otherwise a second longer,”

You stand there speechless, in all the scenarios you imagined, this one was quite different. And while you really wanted to be the one to confess first, it was just a dream that he said what he did.

You step a little closer to him, inspecting the street and then looking at his lips as if asking for permission.

He whispers as he leans down a bit, “can i kiss you?”

You nod.

And as you pull away, you apologize.

“Sorry, i didn’t do that sooner,”

[papercupids]

the urge to write is like a cat meowing for dear life for someone to open the goddamn door, who then shows utter disinterest in said open door

[papercupids]

Hi. I just read your yandere stff on svt hyung line.i really loved that part of wonwoo. Gives off a vibe of a real psychology thriller.

Any plan to write one shots or smth like this on wonwoo soon? thanks 💙

hiii 🫶🫶 thank you so much <3 !! i did have a little planned but i don't know 😭 i don't think i have a lot of confidence anymore + time to write with college going on??

but there’s nothing definite, i might write something just 4 u 🫶

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IM WRITING AFTER SO LONG

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kinda wanna write for txt

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hi guys <3 how are yall doing

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im still alive btw !!!! life is just beating me on the ass rn

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a second longer - kim mingyu.

part two.

pairing -> kim mingyu x reader

genre -> fluff, friends to lovers, kinda slowburn?

summary -> you've been friends for too long, and mingyu's had enough of the pining.

a/n -> this is one of my first works in over an year so be kind to me ^_^ and haha i apologize for it being a little shorter compared to my other works but i feel like this is how the plot should have played out! anyway feedback is much, much appreciated <3

The camera is old, and the quality is just down the drain, but somehow, mingyu still looks attractive, you blush a little as he makes eye contact with you and quickly turn your camera away from him, pointing it at wonwoo.

“Wonu! Smile,”

The tension between you both was evident to everybody in the room except you both, or maybe it was, you just refused to acknowledge it.

Even now, as mingyu smirks, you can feel your completely freezing up.

Nothing, nothing. It’s nothing.

And you continue to avoid his eyes as you put the camera back in your hand bag as if the only reason you agreed to this dinner wasn’t him.

You weren’t even sure how it had become so awkward with him suddenly, you both were a part of this friend group alongside wonwoo, joshua, some other friends of yours for years, and in april you’d have been crushing on mingyu for over an year.

Maybe it was that one drunk night in September, when during karaoke, you were so into the song that you ended up being inches apart from him, his face so up close that you could just. Kiss the mole on his nose.

That could be it, perhaps, even though you weren’t even sure he remembered it, or anybody else here did, it just embarrassed you so much that you made a pact with yourself to not drink more than a glass or two in these gatherings.

After everybody was done with the dinner, a few of them decided to hit the karaoke, tomorrow being a sunday, but you excused yourself, relieving war flashbacks from that place.

And wonwoo was leaving as well, having some urgent task to attend to, in the morning.

“Let’s-”

Before you could finish that sentence, someone interrupts you.

“Let me walk you home,”

Wonwoo looks between you both awkwardly and then nods, announces he’s going to take a bus from a stop a little ahead and your home is in the opposite direction.

By now, cold sweat has started breaking down your neck.

“Dinner was nice,” he offered to walk you home, but wouldn’t talk to you?

You try breaking the ice.

“Hmm,” he nods. Still not looking at you.

“How was your day?”

And he stops walking. You turn to him, puzzled. He makes eye contact finally.

“How long are we going to beat around the bush?”

A small “huh?” escapes your lips. When he doesn’t respond neither breaks eye contact, it’s obvious what he’s talking about.

“Uh, well, i-”

“I like you, y/n, i’m not going to pretend otherwise a second longer,”

You stand there speechless, in all the scenarios you imagined, this one was quite different. And while you really wanted to be the one to confess first, it was just a dream that he said what he did.

You step a little closer to him, inspecting the street and then looking at his lips as if asking for permission.

He whispers as he leans down a bit, “can i kiss you?”

You nod.

And as you pull away, you apologize.

“Sorry, i didn’t do that sooner,”

[papercupids]

to the 🥀 anonnie !! i'm working on your request, i hope you're waiting for me ♡♡

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youre_myflower

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can you make more of yandere svt contents? i have been looking for more and they are lacking in this app.. sorry if i disturb you 😅

sure !! i would love to !! do you have anything specific in mind :3 ?

[papercupids]

good morning 🫶

[papercupids]

and cut!

pairing -> director!reader × ex!mingyu ft. (ateez) actor!yunho + a heck lot of ocs

summary -> never take an artist seriously when they say their work is inspired from their "imagination."

or alternatively, where to get over mingyu you write a script about you and him.

warnings -> angst, drinking, there's a scene where the reader is drunk and there's profanities too.

a/n -> finally a one shot after constantly putting out <500 words blurbs/drabbles (?) i put my yunho/mingyu agenda here and hopefully someone will actually relate to it!! as usual feedback is v v appreciated <3

word count -> 4.5k

"come on, come on, this is my favourite song!" he's jumping up and extending his hand out to you as the speaker is playing some song which goes a bit like "dum da dum da dum da dum da dum," and you don't like it, but looking at his face, encouraging and eager for you to join him, you get up and slowly join mingyu.

the apartment was quiet, save for the soft music and the sounds of bare feet touching the floor, but no one cares, it’s summer. it’s sticky but the air conditioner's on. he spins you around and then when you turn he places his hand on your back trying to silly dance as much as he can to make you laugh.

maybe you love him, you think. but you don't want to say it out loud and risk a withdrawal from him.

and you laugh at him, he's pleased with himself after that, but he keeps on making you jump and spin and the laughing, it all is making you choke a little so you stop suddenly and try to catch your breath, still laughing. and when he stops, he's looking at you and laughing too except he's coming in closer and closer until there's no gap between you both and he's wrapping both of his arms around and leaning in to kiss you and then touching his forehead to yours afterwards.

"i love you," you whisper lowly.

"what?"

"i love you," you declare as you cup his face gently, and you don't mean to, but your voice shakes a little bit.

“AND CUT!” the producer yells, making you snap out of your fantasy in a second, and shake your head. the actors that were in front of you break character and get away from each other desperate to get to their vans and have a break.

seungcheol put down the microphone at your table and then gives you a fake grin, “earth to you, our beloved director,”

you close your eyes, “i was watching the scene, okay, i was just thinking if we could do something to-“

“save it,” he leans close, “look, babe, as much as i love you, we need to be on track, okay? we can’t afford to lose time, not even a little bit. you know the fans have been waiting for long, ” you nod. you knew how important this project was for you, after 2 years of radio silence and nobody to support your script except seungcheol. maybe that was why it was called 15 minutes of fame, because when it was over, nobody really cared.

but the response had been overwhelming when it was revealed to the fans that you were actually coming back with a film, and on top of that writing and directing your own story, it had a lot of hopes resting on it.

but what people or seungcheol did not know was that, the script was personal to you, as any piece of art to an artist, and it resembled a time in your life when you were truly happy, not the career high you felt when your first film got 80% rotten tomatoes, but a different, serene kind of happy. a happiness which could only exist there, and only with a certain kind of person, who was kim mingyu.

as the schedule for the day wrapped up, you sat on your computer at home, reviewing the footage from the past few days. the days after your college was over, moving in with him, dancing around the apartment… it made you pick up your phone, as it did since the day you thought of the script, or wait, scratch that, since the day you left him hanging there at the restaurant and you went to his contact.

your calls and texts were long since blocked by him, which was valid, ofcourse, but you desperately wanted him to know, you wanted to shout from the top of mountains if that could make him hear it, but you wanted him to know that "yes, mingyu, i miss you, and i made a mistake, but i don't know how to make it better, please help me!"

but nothing of that sort would happen. this was real life, not some sort of hallmark movie.

so when nothing resonated with you enough to write a script about, the idea came to you in a dream, to write about him. and you did, even if the probability of getting funded was about 20-80, you went ahead with it. and one of the top producers in the industry, known for his last two streaks of movies that were ranked number 1 on letterboxd, seungcheol decided to go through with it.

in his words, the story was raw, unique and heart-wrenching, it would make for a great contribution to a genre that closely resembled an indie movie type thing but also did not have the iconic manic pixie dream girl. he liked that.

the next scene was the aftermath of a party, of a new year’s party to be precise, and the feeling of a new year hadn’t quite settled into the both of you because you were too busy cleaning up the confetti and beer cups left by your drunk friends.

“i’m never hosting a party ever again,” you declared, picking up polaroids that were discarded being labeled ‘unsatisfactory’ this specific one was of vernon and seungkwan with the former crouched down to be shorter than seungkwan as he poses with an open mouth, it was attempted to look like seungkwan eating vernon’s head, but it had ended up as a hilarious mistake as seungkwan looked to be doing nowhere what he’d intended to. this was one to show them tomorrow sober, so you quickly put it in your pocket.

“i’m just thankful they left, it looked like some of them had plans to sleep over,”

“not a chance in hell,” you responded. you loved your friends, but they were probably making a mess of their sinks by throwing up, judging by the amount of alcohol they had.

“hey, wait, wait,” mingyu left the plastic bag he was collecting the trash in as he came walking to the living room, “do you hear that?” he went to the speaker which was set to the lowest volume. it was one of the songs that was in the first ever playlist you’d made for him.

he walks over to you, and you already know what’s coming, but you’ve long since accepted these impromptu sessions, so when he takes your hand and spins your around, it’s graceful, but afterwards, it’s just slow dancing in the living room.

“happy new year,” he wishes you.

“happy new year, my love. to this one and to so many more we’ll spend together,”

“CUT!” this time it’s you, not seungcheol. you were close to tears, the set, the music it was too familiar and it felt like walking on glass.

“great job, yunho!” he smiles as he walks up to you to monitor the footage.

he watches intently as you review it. he’s satisfied with it and you honestly couldn’t have had anybody better to portray mingyu.

“you’re perfect, really, you’re bringing the story to life really well,” you compliment him.

“is it, though?” he takes a chair and sits next to you, his assistant brings him a fan and he silently accepts it, keeping his eyes on you.

“is it what?”

“a story, i mean. either you have a intricate imagination or it’s a lie, it has actually happened,”

thankfully, to save you, your phone rings, you excuse yourself as yunho just smirks.

“seungcheol?”

“how’s it going? i wanted you to remind you to not get too deep into it, it’s fine if we need to push it back, just don’t overwork yourself,”

“aw, where’s this change of mind coming from? ah, i should really make you go home more, your wife is clearly the more rational one. i knew she would give you a piece of mind,”

“it’s me, yuri, how are you, baby? i hope seungcheol is not being too harsh on you,”

“ahah, no, no, he’s just giving me the push that i need, it’s alright,”

“what’s next on the schedule? i was thinking of coming down to watch the magic happen myself,”

“ofcourse, ofcourse,”

today’s shoot is about the time when you both first met.

you’d been new in town when your friend, alice had taken a quick liking to you and you’d both hit it off too, becoming the best of friends in no time almost.

but there’s one thing about that you absolutely dislike, her boyfriend vernon. they seemed to be perfectly alright with each other a minute and fighting the other, with the fighting mainly consisting of alice talking vernon’s ear off about how he didn’t value her as much as he should and how he never texts her, and vernon, constantly trying to make amends, i’ll be better, i’ll text you more.

one of those days though, the fight had ended with alice in your bed, passed out while crying and someone rung your bell - a tall guy with a fang-y smile that he didn’t hesitate to show even if he was here to solve a serious issue.

“i’m mingyu,”

and he’d tell you later on that he was determined to make the two patch up after that to get an excuse to hang out with you, to get to know you, and to keep you close. and he patched them up so well that they actually ended up getting married.

“wait, cut,”

you command and instantly, the actors turn to you and you walk over to yunho.

“we need a little teeth in the smile, please,”

he grins awkwardly.

“yunho, please,” the whole set has stopped to look at the conversation, and you talk in a lower voice to not let everybody hear you pleading.

“why does that even matter? i’m doing what i would normally to people when i’m introducing myself. isn’t that natural?”

“you don’t get it-“

“do i not smile like him?” he whispers, and you throw him a glare as you walk back to your chair, “rolling again,”

“oh god, i love it!” yuri exclaims after the last shoot is done, she’s in awe of the plot of the simplicity and yet intricity of it.

you wrap things up as she talks to you. “let’s go somewhere for dinner,” you’re tired but you nod, “okay,”

the first thing she does as you both sit down on your booth is lean in, her elbows on the table and her face leaned in, “now tell me, what inspired the script!”

“not this again,” you groan.

“it’s definitely something and i need to know, for science,”

“can we at least order first?” she giggles, “yes, okay,”

almost 2 hours later, as she scoops out the last spoon of her ice cream, you’ve finished your story.

she quietly enjoys that one bit and then comments, “i don’t think you’re to blame at all,”

“how? i was the one who left him,”

“well, because if you didn’t you wouldn’t be here right now, and i’m not talking like being with me here but this,” she points to the bag where the script is cozily snuggled up. “you wouldn’t have had this. and i’m not saying it’s his fault, because, ofcourse there’s nothing wrong with what he wanted either, it’s just that you both were different people who wanted different things. it was, simply put, circumstantial,”

she makes sense, but it doesn’t feel right to just blame the time when you’ve gotten so used to blaming yourself for choosing to leave.

“but it must have been beautiful, your love,” she puts a hand on your shoulder comfortingly, “i’m glad you experienced something like that and you can portray it so gracefully too,”

“and, um, yuri, don’t tell seungcheol, please,”

the movie was coming along exactly on time, all the actors were cooperative and the weather didn’t meddle much, seungcheol came around often and advise you about a particular scene should be reshot but he did not push a lot, something that you should probably thank yuri for.

and soon enough it was the day that filming would wrap up and you could finally shove your feelings in a movie and not look back, as much as it had been a dream to relieve it all again, the grave realization that these memories might be the only ones you would ever share with mingyu made you breakdown a lot of times.

yuri came down again, to congratulate you and she sat beside you for the last scene in the movie as well as shooting.

this scene, you could truthfully cross your heart and say that it’s fictional.

in this scene, they bump into each other once again, hopeful to start where they left off, looking at a stranger with a knowing smile, you knew him before and maybe, just maybe you’ll know him again.

but real life wasn’t anything like that, the film goes into post production, and you still haven’t gave up on your habit of lying on your side and scrolling through your phone looking at his photos and some screenshots of your chats (you had long since switched through multiple phones and had way too many drunk nights where you swore to get over him) but it was no use, every night ended the same, with your heart feeling hollowed out as you dreamt of his laughter and his touch, how was it that you had to go through your entire life without it now? it made you cry all over again.

“when are you going to come home?” the aspect chilled you but you decided that if you wanted to do something about it then you had to go home, and you had to face him. even if going home wasn’t necessarily that because your parents and mingyu lived on the opposite ends of town and had cut ties with each other after the way you ran away, enough time has passed for you to try and make amends, or just at least check up on him.

“mingyu?”

he’s sitting in the cafè where you used to frequent during your time together and you look at alice who encourages you to go talk to him as the said person turns and stands up after he recognizes you.

and it’s obvious, you run to him, throwing your arms around him.

“i’m so glad you’re back,” he looks into your eyes with the same hope he got down on one knee with. maybe this time you can say yes, your movies have been doing well and you’re no longer struggling and but he doesn’t want to get out of this town and-

the alarm rings, and you’re at home, miles away from the previous title holder of home and even farther away from mingyu himself. and who were you kidding? how can you even expect him to welcome you like that? you yourself didn’t deem yourself worthy of a normal conversation let alone a hug and a hopefulness to start over, the movie bit was really getting to you.

the time read 8:00 am, the premiere was today, if things went smoothly you could ditch after a few interviews and be on the way home and as early as tomorrow you could be breathing the same air as mingyu?

“i’m coming today,” you call your mom en route to the venue, and she visibly smiles, you haven’t gone home but home, your parents have been here a lot of times, understanding and empathizing with your choice.

muting the call, she nods to your father, the home was about to regain its fullness again.

“but isn’t the premiere today?”

“well, i can get out as soon as i’m doing with the mandatory obligations.”

“don’t rush and drive safe, okay?”

the lights flashing and the loud voices of the public, the flashy setting with pretentious people and their fake smiles and wishes about “i hope the movie does well,” but when in reality they hoped the exact opposite was too much for you even on normal days let alone the days when you were already itching to get out, and so you did, 2 hours after you entered, and painstakingly, turns out the superpower you’d want to have if someday was invisibility, take that TMZ!

but the very next memory is of the warmest bed you’ve ever known, the smell of the incense sticks your father lights every morning without fail and the country song playlist your mom has to play, what an odd combination.

“so, um,” sitting at the breakfast table, you can sense an odd shift in the atmosphere after you’ve settled down in the household and it’s almost tense, the bread and butter doesn’t seem appetizing now.

the look that your parents give each other is unmissable.

“okay,” your father clears his throat, “we’ve been beating around the bush and avoiding anything that’s related to mingyu or anything but,”

“but?”

“um,”

“he got married,” your mum says quickly and shoves food into her mouth, all the while they both look down at the dining table, the pattern become very interesting to them at that moment.

three words and it’s enough to slash your heart into two, but to be honest it hurt less compared to the times you’d thought of the possibility, you thought you’d be more hurt, the scene would be more dramatic, and everything. but it was a numb kind of pain, the kind that is in the next room, sleeping and you have to open drawers quietly to not wake it up, but still numb.

it’s okay, when you were out there you were desperate for a piece of home and found it in your memories of mingyu, but when you’re here, you realize that more than mingyu there were a lot of other chracters in your story.

speaking of characters, there were alice and vernon who had long since gotten married, had a kid recently and there was so much to catch up on.

“we go to the movies only for you, really. because it’s so hard to get this guy,” alice points to vernon who is sprawled on the sofa with his baby on the side, “out of the house,”

“hey, it’s not my fault that you can literally do everything without moving a finger out of the house,”

they hadn’t changed a single bit since college and you were glad, it was unbelievable that these were the same two people who were breaking up every 2 days a few years back, that was a great story to tell the baby about.

when you mention mingyu, they share the same look your parents did, “it’s okay, guys, i know he’s married. jeez, did everybody collectively know i was still pining over him?”

“it was obvious,”

“i wish you could have worked out though,” alice sighs. “i mean, his wife is great, we see them once a month but it would have been different if it were you, right?”

“are you sure they aren’t home?” mingyu whispers as he climbs in through your window. and you’re too tipsy to care if they are or not.

‘i don’t know!” you announce in a voice that was sure to wake up the neighbours enough.

mingyu wanted to laugh, the way you were swaying and struggling to walk straigh was adorable and so was the look in your eyes, that you could achieve anything, but he noticed it even when you were sober, the look which said, i know what i want and i’m not afraid of going for it. it scared him sometimes, but it was that very thrill that had attracted him to you in the first place.

“mingyuuu,” your voice dragged, thankfully and luckily your parents were either asleep or really not here.

“baby,” he place a finger on your lips, “you need to be quiet, okay? people are sleeping,”

“hmm,” you walk over to sit on your bed.

“mingyu,” you call his name out again. he looks at you with a smile on his face, your voice has dropped to a whisper, mocking him.

“come here,” you pat on the space beside you.

“here,” he sits down and grab onto his arm softly, snuggling into his chest.

“i love mingyu,” is the last thing you say when you drift off beside him, and you’ll never know that he said it too.

“i love you, always and forever,”

on the same bed, you sit alone now, the review are pouring in, people love the rawness of their love, people hate that it’s too slow, people love yunho’s acting, and people call out “loopholes” and it gets overwhelming to you at some point so you stop looking at it and decide to go out to clear your head.

the grocery store is a perfect place to do that and as soon as you tell your mom that, she has an entire list of things you need to get for her, ready.

and thankfully, just as you’re in the first aisle of biscuits and snacks, the caller id shows yuri’s number.

“i love how it turned out so much,”

you smile as you push the shopping trolley, that was one of the only opinions that matter.

“so you’re home?” she asks.

“home sweet home after like 6 years,”

“wow, that’s a lot.” she’s a little touchy around the subject but you know what she wants to ask.

“nope, yuri, i haven’t seen mingyu,”

“oh, haha, yes i wanted to ask that,”

the chips, and the nachos and now the sauce section. but you had to get some detergent for your mom, where was that aisle?

“but i’m actually thankful for that.” you take a deep breath, “yuri, he’s married.”

“shit…” she quietly mutters. and shifts her phone to the right ear, “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m.. fine, it’s not something that i didn’t think about so it’s okay, i was prepared for it,”

a small girl is reaching up for a bread in the baked goods section and you have an involuntary grin plastered on your face, it suddenly reminded you of a time when you were like the same little kid.

“here, let me help,” you reach up for it and give it to her, but she gives you a blank look and runs away.

and you’re suddenly reminded of the whole stranger danger campaign your aprents used to do for you, maybe the same is for her parents.

but just as you turn and push your cart, still looking for the damned detergent, someone calls out to you.

“excuse me,”

and you turn before the voice registers itself in your brain.

mingyu.

and the kid from before, hiding behind his legs.

he’s looking down at her, “i’m sorry, normally she does say thank you. haneul, baby, say thank-“

and he looks at you.

“..y/n?”

“uh, yuri, let me call you back in a bit,”

nothing could have prepared you for that one moment, no matter how much you think about it in the shower, or try to practice a conversation.

shortly after your little reunion in the baked goods section, his wife follows, “should i get this or…?”

and thankfully, it wasn’t awkward (read, kinda awkward) but you greeted them formally and his wife seemed to know about you but she made the little girl greet you as her father's friend.

"how have you been?" he asks, and the wife, who introduces herself as hari, grabs his arm.

"come over to ours, i'm sure you both have to catch up."

and that is how you end up in the same house that well, you used to be practically living ij but out of respect for both haneul and hari, you shake off the memories, you had the rest of your life for them.

"haneul, can you go upto your room and make a drawing for your father's friend?" hari brings three cups of tea into the living room as you make small talk with mingyu, turns out his parents had both tragically passed away in a car accident 2 years ago so now he lived here.

and you don't even know what it means because you don't even live in the same rented apartment in a different city for too long, you couldn't imagine having a family in the place where you wete born, there was nothing wrong with it, but it wasn't what you wanted.

"we watched one of your movies together," she admits, "it was actually our first date and he said, the director is my ex, and i just laughed i couldn't believe him,"

and the conversation went on, scratching at the surface but not really going in, it was like catching up with work acquaintance.

when haneul called out for her mother, you took that time to tell mingyu that you want to be excused.

"i'll walk you out,"

and as soon as you're on the porch gate, you turn to him.

"i'm happy you got what you wanted, mingyu."

"i wanted you, y/n. this is what i needed."

"right, yes," it gets awkward for a bit as memories resurface.

"for what it's worth, i'm really sorry for that day," you confess. "i've never stopped thinking about what could've been if i didn't leave,"

he looked away, not wanting to go down the lane and be reminded of all of that again.

"it's alright, i wouldn’t have haneul and hari, and you wouldn't have another hit movie under your belt either,"

it stung a little but he was right.

a little hope inside you that was still alive even after all of these years died down slowly, like a candle wick melting out along with the wax, it ran its course, now it's time for another candle.

you exchanged goodbyes and you watched him go inside and the muffled squeals and laughter of him and his daughter, and then the door opened again, this time, it was hari.

"uh, i'll get going now," you signal to your watch, "it’s getting dark, i should reach home before that,"

"wait, but i made dinner for you,"

she was such a sweetheart, you were so glad that they'd both found each other. the kid would grow up to be such a gentle person.

"thank you so much, but i'll come by next time, maybe, i promise,"

she stands on the porch until you take your car out of their driveway, waving lightly.

there was no next time, for the sake of your mental health, it was the last time you would ever see kim mingyu.