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Unstable Elements Pt. 2 ♡ S. Mingi

NSFW | MDNI 18+ ONLY

Summary: Avoiding Mingi has proven to be difficult for you, but maybe you should just give in to your curiosity...

Pairing: fwb!mingi x female!reader

Genre: | angst | non-idol au | college au |

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 6.9k

Content Warnings: cursing and nicknames (lmk if I forgot anything)

Author’s note: This is part 2, again this is my first fic so um give ur girl some grace. I can’t wait for the US tour!

Your car broke down, so you’ve been taking the bus for 3 days. Slowly becoming accustomed to the routes, you enjoy the extra time to do some flashcards or listen to some music, but you’re worried about taking the bus today so late at night. That’s exactly why you have to finish lab early today. Aside from creepy late-night buses, you also promised your friends that you’d hang out today. They’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past month, but you just have responsibility after responsibility. To make sure you’re prepared for lab, you’ve been flipping through the pages of this week’s protocol until your eyes get stuck on the phrase “partner lab”. It repeats in your head like an echo. You and Mingi have to work together. How are you just now noticing this? The mere thought of working in tandem has you stressed. The interactions from the lecture are still leaving a bad taste in your mouth, but you’re gonna look ridiculous if you act angry with him. Better to just act nonchalant and… what the fuck, you’re so angry and chalant. How could he leave with someone else so easily after specifically finding and sitting next to you during the lecture? To make the whole situation worse, so much worse, you were about to go “hang out” with him. And you looked easy! The bus stops as your mental turmoil unfolds.

Upon arriving to lab, you immediately notice Mingi, who is quick to avoid eye contact with you. Trying not to pay him any mind, you head over to your bench and continue to look through your notes. Suddenly, Hongjoong appears in front of the class. “Alright, everyone, before we start, I want to remind you to be very careful with today’s lab! Any mistake will result in you having to restart. I do not want to stay late to help anyone finish, and you also don’t want to stay late. So, everyone, be mindful of that and let’s begin!” Mingi has been talking to some girl since you’ve arrived, and you begin to wonder if you’re on your own again. You hope not, this lab is so complicated with the precise measurements and timing–

“Hey.” He silently walks to his side of the table. You didn’t even notice him approaching you.

“Oh, hey. I was thinking you found another partner, haha…” he just stares at you, eyes wide open.

“Oh, about that…” Your face suddenly mirrors his expression, and your hands fly up to defend yourself.

“Oh—that’s not—I didn’t mean it like that. Um, let’s just start.” Too soon. God, you probably look so desperate right now.

“I mean, I understand if you—”

“Okay! Grab that flask and I’ll start the setup.” The only thing you can do to avoid the awkwardness is focus on your work. You guys start by adding the different compounds into the flask, in silence. You can tell Mingi really does want to address the elephant in the room, but every time he’s about to speak, you throw another set of instructions at him to avoid it. You don’t need his pitiful sorry or whatever excuse he’s gonna give you. It’s just such a weird situation, so you’d rather avoid it altogether.

It’s been about 45 minutes, and the experiment is going very well. You decide to do a quick check-in with Hongjoong to make sure you’re on track. After your small discussion, you head back to your side of the bench, face glued to your paper, when Mingi suddenly speaks up.

“So we’re cool?”

“What–”

“You know, the lecture and all.”

“Yeah, no, everything’s cool.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” You didn’t think you were being weird. You've been trying very hard to be normal, chill. Okay, earlier with the joke, you were just trying to be conversational and make a light-hearted joke. Obviously, it made things worse, but it doesn’t matter anyway. The situation is beyond awkward now. Whatever you and Mingi had is definitely not happening anymore. So you’re back to cordial, professional, lab partners.

As the two of you progress through the last remaining steps of the protocol, you make sure to keep a watchful eye on Mingi and explain all of the steps in detail before he does anything. Especially because this is the most mistake-prone part of the lab, but your confidence is high. Every product you’ve made thus far has been close to perfect (which has helped the debacle from earlier). If all goes according to plan, you’re set to leave early. “Okay, now add 10 micrograms of enzyme N to get the reaction going, and I'll go get Hongjoong. Once we show him, we can leave.” Mingi nods without looking at you. Still awkward. You wave your TA over from across the room. “Done already, y/n? You guys are good, I’m surprised.” You hold up the centrifuge tube in front of Hongjoong, and he gives you a puzzled look with his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes darted between you, Mingi, and the centrifuge tube.

“...What’s wrong?” You ask reluctantly.

“It looks… off. Did you guys centrifuge it after adding enzyme N?”

“No, we didn’t. Right, Mingi?” Mingi vigorously nods in response to your question. Hongjoong was still holding your tube, squinting at it. He clicks his tongue and sighs, “I’m sorry, guys, the DNA is completely lysed. You’re gonna have to start again. But hey, it’s still early. You guys should be able to finish in an hour. Or two. But that’s why the lab is 4 hours! It’ll go a lot faster than you guys think!” You stood in front of your TA, expressionless. The experiment just took almost two hours, and you were sure everything went well. You and Mingi followed the protocol to a tee. How could this even happen? You prepared for this lab in advance, specifically to avoid this outcome. You couldn’t even argue with your TA. All you could do was look down and say, “I understand.” Well, there goes any chance of getting to hang out with your friends. You desperately needed that hangout after the long weeks of working 6 hours just to go home and lock yourself in your room to study. It would’ve been your time to relax, but now you have to swallow your defeat and text your friends that you can’t make it. “I really don’t know what we did wrong, Mingi. Sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention.“

“What? Don’t worry about it. It was probably me, so I’m sorry. Plus…now I get to spend more time with you, so I don’t mind.” You fake laugh. This is not the time. “Haha, yeah. I guess.” As you walked to the front of the room, defeated, Mingi was so grateful that you didn’t notice that he was the one who messed up. He accidentally added too much enzyme because he grabbed the wrong instrument. He didn’t do it on purpose, the bench was a mess, and his hand just kinda slipped. When you came back to the bench with tears in your eyes, he started to panic. “Hey, I don’t think he’s gonna take any points off because we messed up. It really is my fault, I’m sorry.” His demeanor instantly changes. You slowly raise your head to face Mingi, “It’s not even about the lab.” You look up, trying to make sure you don’t cry. It’s embarrassing enough that you’re tearing up about a failed lab, but it’s worse in front of Mingi. “I was supposed to hang out with my friends, and now I have to cancel.” You can barely speak as you’re trying your best to hold in your frustrated tears. You open your phone to check the time, “and now I’ll miss the last bus too!” You said, looking everywhere but at him, you look like a mess. The thought of all of your wasted energy brought tears back into your eyes. You go from work to class, then class to studying. You truly haven’t had a break in so long, and this week has been particularly bad. You almost got fired over a mistake you made because you were so tired from staying up to study the night before. Then, you failed a quiz worth 20% of your whole grade. To top everything off, your car stopped working and it’s gonna cost a whole fucking kidney to fix. Just when you thought it was over and you could just go home to relax, this happens. Not only do you have to cancel on your friends, but you also have to find a ride.

You blink away your tears again and get to work at your bench. Mingi feels like a horrible person watching you try to compose yourself. He wants to get down on his knees and apologize to you, but he wouldn’t dare tell you the truth when you’re this upset at yourself. He has to take responsibility in some way, so he runs across the room and grabs a chair. “Here, I remember the procedure. I’ll do it, you sit and relax for a second.” You use your sleeve to dry your eyes as you sit down. “Thanks, but I just want to make sure—”

“I know, just sit and watch me. You basically did this whole thing alone.”

“Mingi, I don’t think—”

“Just trust me, tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” Mingi shoots you a crooked smile waiting for an answer to his offer, you really don’t wanna do this again. You accept his offer with an unenthusiastic “Mmm.” Before you can give your first command, he surprisingly begins working, you've never seen him so focused. After a couple minutes of just sitting down and instructing, you stand up to check on him. Everything looks perfect.

“Thanks for taking over.” You flash a defeated smile.

“It’s honestly the least I can do. We both know it was me who messed up.”

“Well, we don’t know that.” The guilt pangs through his heart, he didn't anticipate you being so tolerant of his mistake.

He bites his lip as he drops exactly 10 micrograms of enzyme N into the tube. Once the material falls into the solution, he quickly closes the lid making sure not to agitate the concoction. “Okay, we should be fine now.” With a raise of his hand Hongjoong appears with a pleased expression. “Perfect. Just like this. You see how the tube is cloudy as opposed to that stringy appearance earlier?” You and Mingi nod. “Those strings were pieces of the lysed DNA. I’m glad you were able to work it out, and now we can leave on time.” Hongjoong grabs your tube and walks away. “Yeah, good work, y/n.” Mingi lightly taps your arm with the back of his hand.

“Thanks, you did very well today too, Mingi.” You give him a small tap too.

“Today?”

“Well, today you showed a lot of initiative.”

“Is it that hard to compliment me, y/n?” With a long sigh, you roll your eyes and continue to clean up the bench. With your hands full of dirty flasks you walk across the room to the sink to rinse them and Mingi follows behind. “Earlier you said something about the bus?”

You laugh nervously, “Yeah…my car is in the shop.” He grabs all the instruments, shoving them into the drawer next to you. Mingi nods in response then takes a silent moment to think, “You want a ride?” For a whole minute, you consider his idea. It is really late and you don’t have someone you can call. You also don’t want to spend money on an uber but that means you'd have to be in a closed space with him. Then again, it’s always good to save some money here and there. “Uh, yeah if you don’t mind. Thanks, I appreciate it.” To your surprise, Mingi didn’t make a weird remark or an awkward flirting attempt, he just acknowledged you with an, “Yeah, I got you.” At least he isn’t being weird.

You finally finish cleaning up around 11pm. There’s sounds of thunder as you and Mingi walk outside. He leads you over to his black car with very dark tints and the license plate displayed on the dashboard. You can tell that there are so many illegal things about this car but your need to get home is outweighting your judgment. “Those tints are definitely illegal,” you point at his car, reluctant to get in. “Trust me, they’re fine,” he gives you a reassuring smile before getting into the driver's seat and ushering for you to join him. The car is cleaner than you expect. You nestle into the seat, placing your backpack on the ground. You look around his car, just to take it in, and the first thing you spot are condoms near his gearshift and the color in your face fades. Oh no. As soon as Mingi hears you go silent he knows exactly what you're looking at. With wide eyes, he grabs them and throws them into the backseat, “Those are my friend’s,” he assures you. “Ha, yeah...” He hands you his phone so you can put in the address, it’s a 15 minute drive. When you hand his phone back to him he asks, “You wanna play some music?”

“No. Just play whatever.”

He takes the phone back from your hands and plays some slow songs, resembling the ones on a sex playlist. You roll your eyes and turn your head to him slowly.

“Really?” You say disgusted.

“What? I just wanna set a good mood for you.”

“A good mood?”

“Yeah, you were sad. So, you know–”

“Mingi, I gave you a pass on the condoms, but this? Don’t think just because you’re giving me a ride, I’m gonna–” He closes his eyes and chuckles, covering his face with his hand.

“Y/n, please. I’m not that desperate.”

“I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“Okay fine, but I’m not a creep.” He mumbles as he turns his car on.

As he drives, it starts raining heavily. The rain noises combined with his “soft playlist” playing quietly, you begin fighting the urge to fall asleep. You look over at him sitting back in the seat, driving with one hand. His right hand is placed on his thigh. He actually looks really good right now. He suddenly turns his head to catch you staring and quietly laughs to himself.

“Past your bedtime?” You exhale, amused. “Yeah, I was supposed to be wine-drunk in bed by now.” Leaning against the window, you close your eyes and begin dozing off.

“So, what were you and your friends gonna do today?”

“Oh we were just going to cook and have some wine.”

“Wow, sounds like a blast.” You wake up to lightly slap his arm after hearing the sarcasm in his voice. “It would’ve been a blast, if someone didn’t mess up.” He jumps when your hand makes contact with his arm, “You knew?!”

“Yeah, obviously, I made sure I did everything right. Leaving you as the only variable—”

“I’m really sorry. About everything. The lecture too.” You fondly smile, still leaning against the window. “It’s fine. I guess with this ride we’re even because I live so far.” You start to heat up. Mingi really has no problem with confrontation, it’s actually kinda scary. “It’s no problem, I live close to you. I can drive you to lab next week. To actually make it even.”

“Thanks but my car should be good by then.” You go back to dozing off. “Okay, but I live really close so let me know.”

“How close?”

“Like two blocks. You’ve probably been there already. My roommates throw a lot of parties, you should come sometime.” He sends you a knowing smile.

“No.” You keep your eyes closed in protest to his advances.

“Just to hang out, y/n.” You loved when he said your name in conversation, it sounded so perfect in his baritone voice. “You don’t party?”

“Hmm, sounds suspicious.” Your eyes are fully open now but you’re too busy twirling your hair in your hand and looking out the window to notice that Mingi’s been desperately waiting for you to look at him.

“It’ll be fun. We’d have a lot of fun together.”

“I thought you said you weren't a creep, Mingi.”

“I’m not but, you know, shooters shoot.” He shrugs his shoulders casually but you can’t think of anything to say. So there’s just silence. Since you’re a little caught off guard, you keep looking out the window. When you finally manage to gain some composure, you face Mingi but he speaks up before you can.

“What? Not funny?” He says laughing.

“Is it not embarrassing to just say stuff like that?”

“No. I’m just messing around.” The car stops at a red light, allowing Mingi to fully turn his face to you. You purposely keep looking away from him because you can’t handle this mental standoff. “Plus, I know you like it. Right?” He grabs your wrist that’s resting on the center console, and shakes it a bit. You leave your wrist in his grasp and turn to answer him.

“…You don’t know what I like.”

“I think I can take a guess.” His gaze flickers your lips and he starts laughing. Snatching your wrist away from him, you fold your arms and shift your legs towards the door. You’re so sick of his attitude.

“Shut up. The light’s green.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” He can’t see your face, but he needs to see you so he waits. Despite the green hue, the car doesn’t move, you look up and all you see is Mingi staring.

“It’s green.”

He still doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with a smirk like he’s waiting for you to say something. You finally speak up, “What?”

“Nothing.” You turn away again with a soft groan. It’s hard to admit but he has such a strong effect on you. Maybe it’s because you kinda like him and you haven’t felt like this in a while. Denying your interest in him won’t do anything. Your “interest” isn’t romantic, or at least you think, it’s more so just a small curiosity. Curiosity about what being with him could be like. Mingi doesn’t seem to be the stable, relationship-seeking guy you usually go for. In fact, he’s the exact opposite and that has left you with some confusing feelings. With all your thoughts about Mingi clouding your mind, you almost forget that he’s in the car with you.

“Y/n.” You snap your head in his direction, a little nervous.

“Yeah?”

“Uh. We’re here.” This car ride with Mingi, which felt a lot longer than 15 minutes, has come to an end. It’s still pouring rain outside of his car. The heat is blasting so the windshield and windows start to fog up. Rain is falling heavily all around you. You look towards Mingi who’s sitting, quietly waiting for a response from you. He’s just wearing a hoodie and some pants but why does he always look so fucking good? His blonde hair pushed back messily, he just sits there looking at you with those eyes. Unconsciously, you lick your lips and Mingi’s eyes fall to your lips. The second he moves towards you, you unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your stuff to make a quick exit. “Okay. Well, thanks again for the ride—”

He chuckles and unbuckles his seatbelt too. “You wanna wait until the rain lets up a bit?” It was just across the street, but the rain was really coming down.

“I can just run, don’t worry—”

“I’m not gonna do anything.” You freeze. When you finally meet his eyes, he gives a reassuring smile in efforts to convince you to stay. “What? I’m not worried about that.” In all honesty, he isn’t creeping you out or anything, you just feel so exposed right now. It’s so hard to tell what Mingi’s thinking. You sigh and open the mirror above your head, no wonder you feel so hot, your face is so fucking red. You never knew blushing was a real thing, always just assumed that it was a made-up thing for effect in TV but now you’re sitting here blushing in front of fucking Mingi.

He leans in towards you, placing his elbow on the center console and his face on his palm. “You look good, don’t worry.” When you close the mirror and back into your seat, Mingi is right next to you. There is a small distance between your face and his, you lean away. He smells so good, the scent is almost intoxicating.

“Thanks, Mingi.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He starts laughing again, he’s always fucking laughing. You look at him concerned, eyebrows raised questioningly. “Why are you so tense, y/n? Relax—”

“Mingi, I really think I should go home now.”

“Okay. Let me walk you.”

“No, you really don’t have to—” He takes off his hoodie, exposing his toned stomach and you’re speechless. You feel like a pervert, staring at his exposed skin like you’ve never seen a man before. He turns his car off, opens his door, and runs around the front of the car. With hoodie in hand, he opens your door and nods his head, telling you to come out. You step out, puzzled, he creates a makeshift umbrella with his hoodie for you. “Okay, let’s go.” The rain is actually getting blocked by Mingi holding his hoodie over your head, you both run towards your building. At your front door, Mingi rests his hands against the door while you rummage through your bag trying to find your keys. You suddenly stop when you feel Mingi’s chest against your back. His lips hover over the shell of your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “Hurry up, It’s cold.” The shock of his deep voice being so close to you causes you to drop your keys. Mingi hears your keys fall, drops his hoodie on your head and kneels down, feeling around the wet ground to find them. While he blindly feels around the ground, you decide to be of some help and turn on your phone flashlight but your shivering hands drop your phone too. How can anyone be this bad at surviving in the rain? Mingi chuckles. “Here.” He swiftly hands you your keys and phone. Thank god he was with you. Your blind ass would not be able to find anything in these conditions. You promptly open the door pulling Mingi in behind you.

“No survival instincts, whatsoever.” He says in between his laughter. You grab his sopping wet hoodie and throw it at him, “I was trying to help you!” In the light of the hallway, you noticed that Mingi was completely drenched and his knees dirty from kneeling on the ground while you were just a little wet. He runs his hand through his hair, pushing it back. Some wet strands sticking to his forehead as he shivers. His t-shirt clings to stomach, perfectly highlighting his cut body. While you were checking Mingi out, Mingi was also checking you out. His eyes trail down to the tight shirt that desperately clung to your chest then up again. He wishes he was your shirt. Both of your eyes meet at the same time. This is too much, you're definitely interested in him and the mere thought of anything happening between you two has alarms ringing in your head. The conflict in your head is giving you anxiety so you decide the best course of action is to run away.

“I should head up. Thanks for driving me, bye.” Your face is so warm and probably bright red. You feel dizzy, like you’re gonna pass out as you walk away from the craziest set of decisions you’ve ever made. Your heart is pounding in your chest, it felt like it was going to explode. Your breath matched your heart rate picking up speed as you slowly walked up the stairs. “Wait, y/n,” you turn around to see Mingi still standing in the same place looking up at you on the stairs with his eyes wide. “Should I leave?” Your mind is screaming at you, telling you to both say yes and no. If you tell him to leave, you know you’ll regret it but you don’t wanna get caught up with him either… Well, it is raining outside and he drove you home, the least you could do was invite him up to dry off. Invite him up. Invite him up to your apartment at almost 12 am. With the way your body has been reacting to him, your professional acquaintance-ship is being taken too far and it might go even further if he comes upstairs. Who even cares about professionalism? If we’re being honest, the one who is giving mixed signals is you. But you’re just so confused.

Mingi stands at the center of your entry-way, waiting for your response. You didn’t even realize you've been staring at Mingi in silence for a while now. He breaks the intense eye contact to look at the ground. “My bad, y/n, it’s getting late. You should probably go to bed soon–” FUCK IT! “Come.” You want to run away as fast as you can as he makes his way toward you without hesitation. Your steady steps to the second floor are followed by a second, heavier pair of footsteps. Your stomach is doing flips and you’re shaking, probably from the cold but you’re scared. As you walk to the door of your apartment, Mingi’s footsteps stop right behind you. You can feel his warmth as you stare at your door wondering whether you should take him inside. What will happen when he’s inside? Almost as if he’s reading your doubtful thoughts, Mingi asks, “I can just leave, it's no problem—”

“No, shut up. You won’t even be able to drive in the rain.” You’re right, even if you didn’t invite him up he’d still have to wait for the rain to slow down. He even got all dirty because of you. You begin unlocking your front door., “At least let me give you a change of clothes.,” you walk inside with Mingi behind you and make a bee-line for your bedroom. Luckily, everyone went to bed. He walks inside your girly room full of plants and stuffed animals and places his wet hoodie on your desk chair. “Nice room.” You thank him while you rummage through your closet, finding your XXL Pokémon shirt and your ex’s sweats. “You can change here, I’ll go to the bathroom.” He nods, smiling as you hand him the clothes, “Thanks,” his deep voice gives you goosebumps as you leave.

When you get to the bathroom and see your face in the mirror you almost die. Your mascara is running and your face is bright red. While you take your makeup off, you have a mini heart attack remembering that there is a guy waiting in your room.

You come back dressed in a black tank top and sweats. Mingi is leaning on your desk, hair still wet, scrolling on his phone. The sweatpants seemed to fit just right, they even hugged him in all the right spots. Your eyes widen after you see his imprint but you look away respectfully. Even looking at him was too much for you, wet hair slicked back, the shirt hanging slightly off his slender frame, and his plush red lips. Ugh.

Mingi finally notices you standing in the doorway and immediately puts his phone away.

“Thanks for the clothes, I’m surprised you have men’s clothing just ready to give out.” You send a glare his way, throwing your wet clothes in the hamper. “The shirt’s mine and the pants are my ex’s,” you say monotone as you clean the room up a bit. “Okay, I was gonna say, you seem like you’re used to this.”

“What is ‘this’?”

“You know, bringing a guy over, spare clothes prepared and all.” You scoff at him.

“What are you trying to say? That I’m like you?” He turns his head to follow your nervous movements around the room, a diabolical smile paints his face. You’re too occupied trying to make your room look presentable; you don’t even notice Mingi creeping up behind you. “What does that mean, y/n?” You jump, hearing his words and turn around. Mingi traps you between his body and your bed, placing his hands on the mattress behind you. He raises his eyebrow at you and leans in, “What am I like, huh?”

Before you can react to Mingi’s sudden attack there’s a knock on your door, “Y/n? You home?” You gasp and push Mingi away, pushing him behind the door so he’s out of sight. Once he’s hidden, you open the door to your roommate, terrified expression on her face.

“What’s up—”

“What the hell took so long?” She tries to walk into your room, but you get in her way and walk out, closing the door behind you.

“What the f—”

“Sorry, my room is just…really dirty.”

“It didn’t look dirty.” You freeze.

“Yeah well. You know.”

“Um, okay weirdo. I was just worried about you but you seem fine. How was lab?”

“You know, I’m like really tired, I think I’ll go to bed now. Thanks for checking on me. Goodnight!”

“—Wait y/n.” You wave her off and slip back into your room when you unexpectedly find yourself face to face with Mingi. His arms are crossed as he stands a few inches away from you.

“So secretive.”

“You gotta go, so let’s pack it up.” Clapping your hands together, hoping the rhythm gives Mingi initiative to leave faster. He leads the way out of your room, but you pull him back to check if the coast is clear and lead him towards your door. Once he walks out of your door, he turns around to say something but you promptly shut it. No goodbye, no thanks, no nothing. That might’ve been rude but you’re so tired. He’s put you through a lot tonight and saying an awkward goodbye would’ve just made everything even more weird. Your plan is to just bury this entire experience until next week. Not even gonna try to unpack what he was trying to do before your roommate knocked on the door.

There’s a cafe not too far from your apartment where you often study to change up your environment. With everything that’s been going on, especially yesterday, you need to relax and just do work. There’s a routine: you place your things down in your usual spot, order your salted caramel coffee, and check your email while you wait for the drink. As soon as you open your email your breath stutters when you see the most recent email from “Mingi Song”. Your finger hovers over it, what could he be emailing you? Lab work? The post-lab? How you basically kicked him out? It could be a number of things that you did not plan on thinking about until much, much later. Luckily, the barista calls your name, taking your attention away from the email situation.

Moral support drink in hand, you unenthusiastically click on the email and begin reading,

“Dear princess,

Am I picking you up next week?

Best,

Mingi Song (lab partner)”

You laugh at his unexpected email etiquette. Wow, kinda cute. His little email puts you in a sudden good mood so you decide to do your work because what do you look like wasting motivation? There isn’t much to do since you’ve been doing well to stay ahead of the syllabi, just a few timed quizzes and a blog post for your humanities class. You put on your soundproof headphones and start hammering away at each task.

After finishing your drink you decide to take a small break and scroll through instagram to help with the caffeine anxiety. Clearly, that was wishful thinking because a “fixon_n_on” has requested to follow you on instagram, which you immediately select the delete option for. This is getting weird. Is he obsessed with you? You shake your head to rid yourself of such scary thoughts and continue to mindlessly scroll reels. The cafe has gotten so busy, there’s way more people sitting around you now. A large group of boys near the register are being exceptionally loud, enough to warrant you to look up from your phone. Today is such a strange day because you spot some very familiar bleach blonde hair and large rimmed glasses. Your stomach drops. You slam your phone down and attempt to hide behind your laptop screen to devise a plan to avoid that confrontational man but your table is directly facing the group. When you peer around your laptop screen to check his location, your lab partner is standing on the other side of your table in gray sweatpants and a usual black zip up hoodie, smiling down at you. Looking amazing, as per usual. His friend group, once incredibly rowdy, is now silent, all of them are staring in your direction.

“You here alone?” He’s so relaxed, his hands in his pockets, chewing a piece of gum.

You nervously giggle up at him, “Hi, Mingi.” He raises eyebrows waiting for an answer to his question. “Oh! Uh, yeah. I’m just heading home now.” The chair across from you is pulled out and he takes a seat, his friends are still staring.

“No, stay. I wanna talk to you.” Oh my god. Why is he tormenting you?

“Um. No, I think I’ll go.” You begin packing your things, you reach for your laptop but Mingi shuts it and pulls it towards himself, placing it in his lap.

“I’ll give it back once you talk to me.” You sigh and finally look him in the eye. He smiles when he sees your dejected expression. “Don’t look so upset, princess. Did you get my email?” You nod. “Okay, so?”

“I’d appreciate a ride, Mingi.” He smiles at you.

“Good, here.” Your laptop is slid to you and he stands up and heads back to his friends then stops, “Oh and I didn’t forget that you kicked me out.” He walks away with his hands back in his pockets, leaving you just as perplexed as when he arrived. His friends start asking him questions almost immediately, you presume they’re mostly about you with the way the majority of them keep looking between you and Mingi. He says something, shrugs, and the entire group begins making their way towards the exit, loud as ever. With you still staring at him, Mingi turns around and waves you goodbye. He waits in the doorway for your response, but he's pushed out of the way by his friend before you can register anything. Out of sight, out of mind. A sudden relief washes over you, your muscles relax. Again you’re exhausted.

The entire rest of the week, Mingi hadn’t contacted you. The peace was unsettling but also surprisingly disappointing. Your anxiety is getting the best of you as well because he’s picking you up but he doesn’t have a way to contact you. You keep your email app open, repeatedly checking for a message from him while you get ready. You hear the notification go off and immediately stand up, grabbing your things. When you open the app, it’s just a message saying your quiz was graded. Sighing, you sit down at your desk. Maybe you’re too excited. Just as you’re about to put your phone away, you get the email and race towards the door before anyone can question you. “Bye guys!” You shout at your roommates in the living room, one is about to say something but you’re already down the stairs. When you finally get outside, he opens his window to say something but you’re quick to get in.

“Okay, let’s go.” He frowns at you. “What?”

“I was gonna say something.”

“No, it’s fine. Let’s go.” Shaking his head, he shifts gears and starts driving. You grab the protocol from your backpack and begin reading.

“Do you have a boyfriend or something?” Your eyebrows raise in disgust.

“Why would you say something like that?” Hoping your response is enough to stop any more ridiculous questions, but Mingi presses further.

“I don’t know, you’re always so secretive.”

“No—I just don’t wanna answer any weird questions—“

“We’re lab partners. I’m giving you a ride. There’s nothing weird about that—“

“Everyone else doesn’t know that.”

“Excuses. You don’t have to be so difficult, y/n. You like me, I like you. Nothing wrong with that.” There’s nothing you can retaliate with because you do like him. You just keep your focus on the paper in front of you to avoid any more of Mingi’s philosophies. “So how are you planning on making it up to me?” You snap your head in his direction.

“For what?”

“For kicking me out. You didn’t even say bye.” You look up, blinking aggressively and shaking your head, “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Nope shut up. Gotta make it up to me now.”

You stare at him. “Fine. What do you want?”

“A kiss.” A gasp escapes you. You hold your hand over your mouth in an attempt to shield yourself from him.

“Like on the cheek?” You whisper in fear but Mingi doesn’t answer, just laughs. He’s parking his car in the lot in front of the lab building. Once the car stops in place, he places his hand on the back of your headrest and leans in closer to you. You stay right where you are, “No, not on the cheek.” His hand slides down the side of your seat to the seat belt buckle, where he presses it in and your seatbelt flies off of you. You reach your hands up to cover your body like you’re naked. His whole body is leaning over the center console as he reaches for you, his hand comes up to hold your face in his palm, his fingers squeeze your cheeks. “First kiss?” Your breathing is so fast but you’re coherent enough to shake your head in a “no”. Mingi pulls your face to his and you instinctively close your eyes. They spring open when you hear him laugh. “Not scared anymore?” You reach up and push him away but he quickly places his lips on yours then lets you go after a light peck. “See? Not so bad, right?” You’re frozen in place, mortified. “Let’s go y/n, we’re getting late.” You don’t move. Mingi opens the passenger door, grabs your backpack resting in between your legs and pulls you out by the hand. Again, you don’t move and just stand in front of him. He takes this chance to try to kiss you again, this time you react quickly enough to push him away. “I had to try.”

“Shut up, Mingi.” You snatch your bag from him and walk towards the building with Mingi chasing behind you.

For the whole lab period, Mingi kept making moves on you. When you were doing the experiment, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Every time you reached your hand toward his side of the table, he’d grab it and interlock fingers. For the past hour and a half, he’s been all over you. You don’t know whether it’s the kiss or you giving him a spare pair of clothes, but something has changed in the chemistry of his brain. The lab today was individual, but Mingi hasn’t hesitated in letting you know that he misses working with you. There was some special glassware used for this experiment, so you had to head to the storage room to put it away. You finished early today, so you're the first one to put away your setup. The room is dusty and full of overflowing shelves. You reach the storage cubby with your table’s number on it and reach on your tippy toes to place the flask back in its place. The shelf is just out of reach for you, but you manage to get it up there with a couple of taps of your fingers. It’s still halfway off the surface, but it probably won’t fall. Just as you relax on the soles of your feet, you see a hand reach up and push the flask a little bit farther back on the shelf. A large, warm hand is placed on the left side of your hip. “You have to be more careful, y/n.” Suddenly, you're spun around by Mingi‘s two hands on your hips as they pull you closer into his figure. He presses his hips into yours. “What are you doing, Mingi?! We’re in lab. Someone could walk in!” You reach your hands up against his chest to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. “Give me a proper kiss and I’ll let you go.” You groan in response to his request. His hand slides up the sides of your body to grab the rack that you’re pressed against, caging you in between his arms. He leans in and kisses you softly. Your hands slide down from his chest and grab the sides of his shirt. He places one, then two kisses on your lips, his left hand slides around your neck to hold you in place while he continues his attack. His tongue peeks out and makes brisk contact with your lower lip; you open your mouth, almost as if you had heard a command. Mingi smiles at you and suddenly backs away, “We can save that for tonight.” He looks you up and down, then makes his exit, leaving you alone in the storage room to process the last two minutes… Wait, what’s happening tonight?

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Craziest roller coaster, never seen anything like this

bibliophile ⟡ j. yunho

you're stressed...your study buddy has an idea.

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You release a tired sigh and rub your eyes, throwing your pen down. It bounces off of your ridiculously thick textbook and lands on the papers scattered around your study partner.

“Ah ah. No crashing yet, we’ve got three more chapters,” Yunho says with a laugh, tapping you on the end of the nose with his own pen. You pout, making a face at him before dramatically collapsing on the table.

“I give up. You can become a lawyer, I’ll go back to making sandwiches,” you groan, muffled against pages of your future.

“I thought you liked working at the sandwich shop?”

“I did,” you reply, tilting your head to look at him. “But sandwich shops don’t pay me six figures.”

“Then stop whining,” Yunho shrugs. You grumble words unintelligible even to yourself and sit up, fixing your hair. You stretched, yawned, checked your phone for the thousandth time that evening. Finals were next week. Then there was the Bar exam. You were so close to being y/n l/n, attorney at law…but you were beginning to feel nauseous at the mere sight of words on a page.

“Wanna take a break?” Yunho suggests, leaning back to stretch. You avoid looking at the way his sweater rides up, revealing inches of what appears to be a toned belly.

“No,” you mumble, forcing yourself to look away. “If I leave this library…I think I may never return.”

Yunho chuckles and nods, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index fingers. For a few minutes, you both just sit there, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Usually the library is filled with students, exactly like you—stressed, depressed, drowning in student debt and reading assignments.

“Yunho?” you mumble. He hums a response, looking over at you. You swallow. “If I start to cry, will you judge me?”

“Not at all,” he responds. You nod once, feeling tears burning in your eyes.

For the next hour or so, you take turns reading passages and summarizing them, going through various laws and statutes that you could barely comprehend. Your brain felt as if it might explode, and you considered calling it a night, but it was only 10 p.m. and you’d be damned if you gave out before midnight.

“What the hell are these ‘title 16 provisions?’” you scoff, crinkling your nose. “Were these even part of our assignment?”

“Let me see,” Yunho says. He scoots his chair over to your side of the table rather than just moving seats, and you feel your heart leap into your throat. And god, his arm slides over the back of your chair as he leans in to look at the tiny words on your page.

He smells like coffee and the peanut butter granola bar you shared earlier, and this close you can see that he has very light freckles on his cheeks. You kind of want him to never move.

“Ah, no this isn’t part of this assignment but we will have to know it for finals,” he says, words going in one of your ears and out the other. He begins talking about these provisions, but you must be numb to all forms of communication other than Jeong Yunho’s body heat.

“Y/n?”

“Huh?” you mumble, shaking your head. Yunho has a funny look on his face, one brow raised. Oh god. Oh god. He caught you staring like a fucking creep.

“...You good?” he chuckles. You swallow and quickly nod, brushing your hair back so fast you nearly hit him in the face.

“Yep, uh huh,” you mumble. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Oh,” he says as though relieved. “Good. Well, if you need to take a break, let me know.”

He begins to move; you panic and grab his wrist.

“Wait! You didn’t explain this part to me,” you say, pointing at a random section on the page. Yunho sits down again and tilts his head.

“You need me to explain…marital property to you?” he asks, sounding both amused and disbelieving.

Well, if you’re gonna be a bad liar, at least you’ll be persistent.

“Yes,” you nod. “Just like a refresher, you know? My brain is cooked.”

Yunho stares at you for a few seconds, and you feel your cheeks heat up. It feels like he knows something you don’t know, and you don’t like that. So you yank him back into his seat and let go of his wrist, pretending to be very interested in one of the most basic aspects of your degree.

Marital property is boring, even when the hottest guy in your class is explaining it to you. And what’s worse—he knows. You know he knows. He’s explaining basic concepts to you, and then explaining the basics of those basic concepts, all the while keeping a little smirk on his handsome face. You consider caving, thinking of any possible excuse for your behavior. You’re delirious from lack of sleep, that’s actually true. But you were too deep in this to give up now.

“That’s most of it,” Yunho finally says, long fingers splayed over the textbook. They nearly reach from one end of the open book to the other. You shiver. “I guess we should move into parental rights—”

“Yunho,” you begin with a sigh, ready to admit defeat. He smiles innocently, resting his chin in his hand.

“Yeah?”

“I—”

You freeze, having forgotten how to form sentences. Yunho’s still smiling at you, but his free hand is now resting on your thigh. You thanked the gods you’d decided to wear a skirt today.

His palm is large, warm, spanning much of the plush skin there. He’s not gripping it, but it’s still very obviously intentional. You feel your cheeks burn hot; you’re determined to remain unaffected.

“Nevermind,” you mumble. He chuckles and turns back to the page, though he doesn’t move his hand.

You don’t ask him to.

You go back to your respective chapters, thankfully far beyond the basics, but his hand stays right where it is. He even reaches over his other arm to sip his coffee, refusing to move it. Your skin burns in the shape of his fingers; you almost want to push him away simply because your body is reacting to his touch in a way that’s making you feel crazy. You’re practically feverish, just because he’s near you. Pathetic, honestly.

When you sigh and rub your eyes, those long fingers twitch, making you jump. You try to play it off, though you know he’s aware of your reaction, because he does it again. When you don’t react as dramatically, he squeezes gently.

Your knee jerks up so fast it hits the table, causing your belongings to rattle, and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Yunho chuckles, though doesn’t move his hand. You clear your throat as though everything is normal. As though he’s not currently squeezing your upper thigh.

“Yunho,” you say quietly.

“Hm?” He doesn't bother looking up from his textbook.

“What are we doing?”

He does look up this time.

“Studying,” he says, giving you a sweet smile. You narrow your eyes.

If he was going to do this, then so were you. You were sleep deprived, numb to the world, and horny as hell. So you parted your knees.

Not much, just an inch or so, but very obvious. You didn’t miss the way Yunho’s throat worked as he swallowed, clearly not expecting the reciprocation. You go back to your textbook, but your victory is short lived, however, as his large hand slides further inward.

You’re flustered. But you’re also stubborn. So you drop your pen and look him in the eyes as you open your knees. Yunho’s gaze is steady as he slowly moves his hand, as though expecting you to stop him. You don’t.

Yunho went back to reading and you did the same, just as his pinky brushed the crease of your inner thigh. You knew you were wet, knew he could probably feel the moist heat radiating from your body behind your pink panties, but you chose to be nonchalant. Until he rubbed the back of his knuckle against your panties, over your clit.

The soft moan that escapes you is mortifying.

Yunho quickly clamps a hand over your mouth, laughing breathily as your brows pull together and you shudder. He looks as shocked as you are, though now you’re hazy, focused only on how good it felt, and wanting more.

“Shh,” he chuckles nervously, glancing around despite the fact that you’re the only ones here. “No wonder you act like you’re walking around on thin ice. You’re frustrated as hell, huh?”

“P-Please,” you whimper pitifully against his palm, though it’s muffled. He moves his hand and you grip his wrist, looking up at him. You silently communicate your needs, praying he has mercy and doesn’t force you to say it out loud. Yunho glances around one more time, licking his lips before looking down at you like a fucking steak on a platter.

“If we’re gonna do this, you gotta be quiet for me,” he murmurs. You nod quickly, gasping when he effortlessly yanks your chair closer to him. He adjusts his glasses before lowering his hand to your thighs, gently stroking them.

“Can I touch you?” he asks quietly. You open your mouth, but he presses a finger to your lips. “Quietly.”

“Yes, yes,” you whine. “T-Touch me.”

Yunho bites his lower lip, as though imagining doing much, much more than that. When he rubs your thighs again, your knees fall open and you stifle a moan behind your sleeves. Yunho smiles at the sight of you, slipping his hand between your legs again.

This time, he’s more careful, though it’s much more frustrating for you. You squirm when he strokes either side of your cunt, making a ‘v’ and squeezing your plush pussy lips between them. You moan again, loudly, and Yunho scrambles to cover your mouth.

“Baby, you’ve gotta be—”

“Quiet, I know,” you pout, gripping his wrist. “C-can’t help it…feels good.”

Yunho swallows, letting his fingers brush against you again. You manage to stay quiet this time, but your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“So fucking sensitive,” he murmurs, drawing his hand back. You nearly protest, but he presses his index finger to your clit like a button and you jolt, covering your mouth just in time. Yunho smirks.

“H-Haven’t had sex,” you say, fisting the sleeve of his sweater as he pushes again. “In m-months.”

“Why?” he asks, beginning to rub slow circles against your panties. You feel your wetness spreading beneath them, but you don’t care. You grip the edge of the table and swallow.

“Busy,” you breathe, licking your lips. Yunho’s eyes follow your tongue. You don’t notice.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah, yes,” you nod frantically.

Yunho uses the hand between your legs to turn your entire body toward him. You want to mention how attractive that is, but he’s leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

His kiss is nothing like his touch; there’s nothing dirty or hurried about it. His nose brushes the crease of yours as he tilts your heads to the side, his free hand moving up to cup your cheek. It’s a sweet kiss that makes no sense when his fingers are currently resting against your panties beneath your skirt.

He seems to have forgotten what he was doing amidst your soft kisses, as you break away from his lips to impatiently bounce and whine. Yunho smirks and begins rubbing his middle finger directly over your clit, applying very little pressure. He kisses you again, and you throw your arms around his neck, trying to push your body into his. His knee prevents you from doing so.

“Nng…what are you doing?” you whine, fisting his sweater. “Wanna…wanna be in your lap.”

Your own admission makes your cheeks flush red, but you don’t care. You’re horny and your crush’s hand is between your thighs.

“Not yet, baby,” he mumbles, stealing another lazy kiss. “Wanna keep you like this. I like how desperate you are.”

“I…I’m not desperate,” you mumble. Yunho bites his lower lip and applies more pressure to your clit, you buck your hips and grip his sleeve. He’s laughing, but you don’t care, aching for more of him.

“Desperate,” he hums, pulling you in for another kiss. You don’t understand his obsession with kissing you; wasn’t he as horny as you were? But you kissed him back anyway, because you’ve had a crush on this guy since your freshman year and even the slut hormones clouding your brain couldn’t block that much out. He was a damn good kisser too, taking the lead and hardly giving you time to breathe.

In contrast to his soft mouth, Yunho’s index finger hooks your soaked panties, tugging them to the side. His finger brushes your bare cunt, though he knowingly silences your moans with a kiss.

“What can I do?” he asks once you finally break apart. You’re unwilling to let him go, however, pulling his lips back to yours..

“Don’t care,” you mumble between kisses, body buzzing with need. “Whatever you want.”

“Can I go in here?”

He prods at the needy hole between your folds and you fucking purr, clutching his sweater and pulling him close with a whine.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. He waits for you to eagerly nod, then brings his fingers to your mouth and taps your lips. “Open.”

You do as he says and he slips his fingers inside. You nearly moan around them as you instinctively suck and lick his digits; they’re long and thick, two of them practically as big as a few hookups you’ve had in the past. Yunho watches, pupils wide as you act like an obedient doll a little too eager to be fingered in a library at midnight.

When he pulls his fingers out, they’re slick and shiny with your drool, and you see him suck in air. You blush, a little embarrassed at how thorough of a job you’ve done. You expect Yunho to go beneath your skirt, but he slides his wet fingers in his mouth, eyes never leaving yours.

It’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever seen, next to the look of pure bliss in his eyes as he sucks your saliva off of his fingers and replaces it with his own. You decide then that you do not want him to finger you.

“Fuck me,” you blurt out.

You barely register what you’ve said, but you’re damn near ready to jump his bones. Yunho blinks in surprise, obviously not having expected that. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth.

“Really?” he asks. He sounds surprised for reasons you don’t understand, but you nod.

“Yeah,” you say, pulling him in for another kiss. “Want you inside me. All of you.”

“Fuck,” Yunho groans. He grabs your face in his hands and kisses you back, harder. Your hands are shaky as they go for his jeans, but then he freezes like you’ve just slapped him.

“What?” you ask, breaking the kiss. Yunho curses and rubs his face with both hands, tilting back in his chair. “What is it, yu?”

“I don’t…fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

He runs a hand through his hair like this is the biggest mistake of the century. You bite your lower lip—the idea of leaving tonight and not getting fucked by him makes you genuinely want to cry.

“We could…you know?” you mumble, face hot. “I mean, I-I’m clean. Obviously, haven’t had sex in god knows when—”

“No,” Yunho says, shaking his head. “I don’t trust myself.”

“Don’t trust yourself to what?” you frown. Yunho looks at you,

“There’s no way I’m gonna be able to make myself pull out once I’m in you,” he murmurs. “We need a condom.”

You swallow. You really shouldn’t push; but you need to hear more.

“How do you know?” you breathe, licking your lips.

“C’mere.”

“What?”

Yunho reaches over, grabbing your wrist. He pulls you into his lap and you gasp, able to feel the rigid line of his cock beneath you. But he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss again.

“I’ve been thinking about you for so long,” he hums, and you mewl in response, grinding down against him. He kisses you again to stifle what was no doubt a moan.

“Y-Yeah?” you manage to squeak out. Yunho nods.

“Yeah. Not gonna be able to pull out if I’m balls deep in that little cunt with you fucking crying for it like this.”

Fuck. You needed him. To be honest, with or without the condom, but if he felt it was necessary.

“Let’s go get one,” you mumble dizzily. “A c-condom. There’s a convenience store down the street.”

Yunho frowns, looking at the clock on the wall.

“The library will be locked, won’t it? Don’t we have to lock up?”

You lean back in his lap, smiling.

“Yes. But I’ve got a key,” you chime.

The moment you stepped into the store, you immediately regretted it and felt all the horny escape you. Not really, but it was embarrassing as hell, and painfully obvious as to what you were doing here. Yunho didn’t seem to mind, his hand tightly clasping yours as he guided you toward the back.

You had a little trouble finding the condoms—it made you inexplicably happy when Yunho suggested asking the clerk as he didn’t know either, even though your answer was a firm NO—but eventually found the rack next to the sex pills and cold sore cream.

Hot.

Yunho squints, and you cross your arms impatiently. You grab a box and shake it.

“It’s not a shoe store, here,” you mumble, pushing the box into his hand. Yunho glances over the label and smirks, tossing it back on the shelf. You want to ask what the hell is so funny when you’re so fucking wet your panties are sticking to your thighs, but then he finally makes a choice and puts the box in your hands. Oh.

Oh.

XXL. Makes sense.

You make him grab a few more things as though that makes the purchase less shameful. When you go to check out, you look everywhere but at the clerk—until he has the audacity to speak to the man holding your hand, very obviously purchasing condoms so the two of you can go fuck in a library.

“Finals week?” the guy says. Yunho slides his card across the counter and squeezes your hand.

“Finals week,” he nods.

“I just realized we could’ve gone to my apartment,” you say, unlocking the library door. Yunho leaned against the wall, unwrapping the candy he’d apparently decided on last minute. A red round sucker. “It’s only a few minutes away.”

You’d been given a key to the library your second year here, as you were a trusted student who often pulled all nighters—and you lived in the shitty part of campus where the power often went out. You were aware this was a total abuse of that power, but you figured if you showed Yunho to Ms. Lin, she’d understand.

“Yeah, well, my fantasies during puberty weren’t at apartments,” Yunho shrugs, holding the door for you. You head inside and find your table, where you drop the bag of your purchased items. Yunho grabs it, immediately fishing out the box.

“Very boy of you,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “Let me guess, the hot librarian offers to help you find your dick? Is that part of the dewey decimal system?”

Yunho smiles. “Can we get back to you whining for me to fuck you? I liked that.”

“I was not—”

Your freakishly tall study partner grabs your wrist, tugging you against him. You swallow and look up, lips parted at the sudden contact.

“Not what?” he asks. You blink, but something is suddenly pushing at your lips. You open dumbly, feeling too obedient as you take whatever he’s putting in your mouth apparently. The taste of artificial cherry makes you grimace.

Yunho backs you up to the table, crowding you against it. He cups your face in his hands and kisses your cheek, thumbs brushing below your ears. You realize you’ve been staring at him wordlessly, sucker in your mouth.

“How’s it taste?” he asks.

“Good,” you mumble. It doesn’t taste good, you hate cherry, but if Jeong Yunho puts something in your mouth, you love it, you decide. Cherry is your new favorite flavor.

“I doubted if they sold gags, so,” he chuckles. “This’ll do.”

You frown, but he takes the stick of the sucker before you can respond.

“Open,” he says. You open.

You see his eyes twinkle, almost like he can’t believe how well you’re listening to him. If only he knew you’d do anything he asked.

Rather than pull it out, Yunho rubs the sucker around your mouth. He coats your tongue with the sticky flavor, then the inside of your cheek. By the time he pulls it out, you don’t realize you’re drooling, mouth open for him.

He pops the sucker in his own mouth, just like his fingers, and you shudder. Then he’s slipping his hands beneath your skirt, pushing your panties down your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you ask softly, more curious than concerned. Yunho takes the sucker out and kisses your cheek, then your lips. You can taste it on his tongue, just like yours.

Something sticky and wet prods at your clit and you gasp, but Yunho wraps an arm around your waist and keeps you from pulling away. You squeak helplessly in shock, caught between mind numbing bliss and disbelief. He’s rubbing the bulbous head of the sucker against your clit.

“Shh…figure it’s too risky to eat you out properly,” he hums in your ear, crushing you to his chest. You squirm, though not out of discomfort.

You have no idea how to react, hands gripping his sweater as he holds you in place. The candy feels warm and sticky, sliding through your cunt juices as he teases you with it.

“I wasn’t going to,” he says, voice strained as though he’s doing all he can to hold back. “But I saw it and…well fuck, baby, if I’m honest, I just wanted to see if you were desperate enough to try and fuck yourself on a piece of candy.”

You whine and bury your head against his shoulder, because you fucking are. You are desperate enough to try, because he slides the candy between your lips and you jolt when it brushes your hole.

“F-Fuck, Yunho,” you gasp, nails digging into fabric. You hear him laugh, and it sounds so fucking cocky, like he knew you’d end up like this, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you work yourself to ruin on a piece of candy.

He slides it beneath the hood of your clit, twisting the stick in his fingers. Your knees buckle, but he’s gripping you tight. He works it like a toy, rubbing up and down, focusing on your clit until you’re nearly there before he moves it again. It didn’t feel this big when it was in your mouth, but you’ve never wanted something inside you so bad.

“Oh my god,” you moan, thighs clamping together. It doesn’t stop his hand, or the candy, the rounded tip pushing against your hole. He starts rolling it again, and you gasp as you feel yourself snapping inside, the hot neediness spilling over the edges. You try to warn him, but only manage to squeak.

“Are you…are you cumming on a fucking lollipop?” Yunho asks, voice filled with awe. You nod.

Your ears ring, your vision blurs, and you feel something pushing against your mouth. It’s Yunho’s hand you realize, but you can’t stop, can’t stop shaking and screaming and there’s something wet on your cheeks.

You haven’t had a proper orgasm in months, maybe even a year, and were it not for Yunho holding you up, you’re pretty damn sure you would’ve fainted.

When you open your eyes, Yunho is laughing quietly and hugging you tight, rubbing your back.

“Fuck, are you okay?” he asks, sounding concerned and impressed. You sniff and nod, using the back of your hand to wipe your cheeks. Yunho cups your face and uses his thumbs to clean you up. You were crying.

“I’m sorry, jesus, I didn’t think it was that bad,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. You realize then that the damn sucker is in his mouth.

You whine, yanking him forward until you’re kissing him. It’s clumsy, but he takes the sucker out and tosses it on the table behind you. You begin working desperately at his jeans, and hear him release a cherry flavored groan.

“Still gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, keeping his lips against yours.

“God yes,” you say in a shaky voice. “P-Please.”

“I can do that,” Yunho breathes. He places a large hand on the softness of your belly, gently pushing you back.

Yunho towers over you, one hand moving to cup your thigh and open you up so he can stand between them. The other goes to his jeans, and you find yourself biting your lip and digging your nails into your palms.

XXL?

“Since you look like you’re about to fucking eat me,” Yunho says with a laugh, “why don’t you do it? Hm? When’s the last time you put a condom on?”

You feel yourself blush at having been caught, but sit up to snatch the box near you.

“Asshole,” you mutter, refusing to give him a proper answer.

Your hands are too shaky to open the box, so you end up ripping it down the side, condoms spilling out. You sigh anyway and grab one, slipping the foil packet between your teeth. You move your hands to his jeans, and realize that for the first time…you’re nervous.

Until now your brain had been sex focused; it still was, but your post orgasm clarity made you realize how fucking desperate you looked. You roughly popped open the button of his jeans.

Yunho was so damn tall that his hips were practically level with your face whilst you were on the short table. This meant that, as soon as you’d tugged his boxers down, you suddenly found yourself face to face with the biggest cock you’ve ever seen.

XXL.

For a moment you were too dumbstruck—why did they bother sculpting the soft dicks when the hard ones could look like…this? All veins and smooth skin and a pink mushroom head that looked perfectly designed for…use. You wanted it in your mouth. But he hadn’t technically put his mouth on you, and you were both in a library, and right now you were starting to get a little shaky at the idea of this thing going anywhere near your neglected pussy, so you swallowed your resolve and took the condom from between your teeth.

Yunho watched as you struggled to tear open the packet, biting your lower lip in frustration. You finally got it open, sighing as you placed the rubber at the tip. He grabbed your hands then, and you paused. Shit. Were you doing this wrong?

“We don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles softly, cupping your chin. “You wanna stop right now? We stop. Not trying to ruin the mood, just want you to know it’s okay.”

You shake your head.

“I’m okay, thanks,” you say quietly. “It’s just…fuck, Yunho.”

He laughs, his little ego having returned just a bit, you wanted to roll your eyes and kiss him at the same time. He bites his lower lip and strokes his thumb over yours.

“I’ll be gentle,” he hums. “You can take it for me.”

Fuck. Yes, you absolutely can.

Yunho guides you onto your back, though you settle on your elbows, propped up for him. You watch as he squeezes the rest of the lube from the packet onto his cock, giving a few tugs before nodding at you. You weren’t sure if you were excited or scared, but there were two heartbeats and one was between your legs.

He pushes your legs apart and guides his cock forward. You lick your lips and let your knees fall open, bunching your skirt around your waist, offering yourself to him. Yunho sucks in air through his teeth and curses.

“So fucking pretty,” he hums, supporting his weight on one palm as he brushes his cock against you. You shiver as the cold lube is smeared around your sensitive cunt. “Knew it from the day I saw you freshman year in a skirt just like this one. Thought I was gonna die when you smiled at me.”

“I didn’t know you remembered,” you mumbled. You were so nervous your first day, which wasn’t helped by the hot guy who approached you and asked if you were lost. Apparently you could stop feeling ashamed for having mind fucked him back then.

“Of course I do,” Yunho chuckles, teasing the head of his cock up and down your slit. “So cute, how you blushed when I talked to you. You still do that, you know.”

“Shut up,” you mutter. Yunho laughs, then licks his lips.

“Gonna put it in now. Tell me if it’s too much,” he says. You nod.

The swollen head of his cock catches on your hole, and Yunho uses his weight to lean forward and urge himself inside. It aches a bit, not just from the size but fuck it’s been so long since you’ve had something more than your own fingers in you. Your thoughts go from not so bad to okay damn to holy fuck there’s more? Because he keeps pushing and you keep taking, and you feel every inch of him filling your insides while his body offers more.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” Yunho whines, still gripping the base of his cock as he guides it into you. Your head falls back and you curse at nothing; his cock is somehow too big but perfectly sized at the same time and you’ve never felt so god damn full. “Look at you, that needy little cunt is swallowing me babygirl. Keep fucking taking it.”

His words make you dizzy, and you whine when he’s finally fully seated. You feel heavy, pinned to the table, as though you can’t move. You reach down and feel the rigid sides of his cock, shocked to feel just how much is inside you.

“How’s that, beautiful?” Yunho asks. He places both palms on the table, either side of your body, and you tense. If he started thrusting, it would fuck you up.

“Good,” you say, nodding. “Big, but good.”

“Knew you could take it. 'm gonna fuck you now. Stop me if you need to," he murmurs. You can take it.

"I can take it," you nod. He smiles, kissing you once, then twice.

You squeak as Yunho begins fucking you properly, ploughing into you hard and fast, moving with need and instinct rather than reason.

The table shakes with his heavy thrusts, pistoning into you so hard it makes you dizzy. You’re surprised you can take him like this, able to feel every inch of him when he’s seated inside, pressing deliciously on your walls.

Yunho ruts into you like an animal, unfortunately one with a very big cock as he struggles to keep every inch buried inside you. He wasn’t lying about not pulling out, as he refused to do so even when thrusting. You had no room to breathe, no chance for air, as he fucked into you repeatedly while trying to go deeper.

You’re at a loss for words, lips parted, eyes following his expression and movements. He’s desperate in his own way, obviously holding back, though you don’t know from what. You consider encouraging him to let go—until he groans loudly and snaps his hips, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby. So fucking…need you to hold still for me and take it,” he breathes. "Hold still. A-Almost done, fuck, keep taking it so good for me."

You do as he asks without question, clinging to his shoulders, nose to nose with Jeong Yunho as he forces his cock as far as it can go in your body and begins to pump a thin condom full of cum that should be you.

Yunho takes a few moments to breathe, arms shaking where he holds himself up on the table. You run a hand through his damp hair, watching as he moans softly and leans into your touch.

“You okay?” you giggle. He nods, tilting his head to kiss your palm.

“Just…You’re so fucking perfect. Want more of you if you’ll let me, wanna make you feel good every day," he says.

You blink at the surprising tenderness of his words, feeling they were more than sex related. You wanted to ask questions, but right now, you were both sticky with sweat and fucked out on a library table that would need to be wiped down with holy water.

You separated, which left you shuddering from the sudden cold emptiness inside of you. Yunho exhaled sharply, waiting a few moments before removing the condom and tying it off.

You both cleaned up and fixed your clothes as best you could—though you stuffed your panties in your bag because the sticky wetness was a little much.

“Do you want to come over?” you ask, making sure your skirt is covering your ass. “You know. To clean up.”

Yunho smiles, which makes you smile, and then you’re blushing and cursing at yourself. He nods and brushes your cheek with his knuckle.

“Sounds good,” he hums. You beam and gesture for him to follow you. Yunho watches as you collect your things with shaky legs, smiling to himself.

You were so damn pretty. Intelligent. He’d noticed right away that you were someone he was going to want.

He grabbed his own bag and walked past the table, pausing as he stepped on something.

The sucker.

You crinkle your nose when you notice it, too.

“Guess we need to throw that away,” you mumble. He nods, bending down and picking it up. He holds it in his hand for a few seconds.

What a good idea it had been.

He slips it into his pocket, for the memories.

Memories like, your name. Your favorite color. That skirt you wore on your first day. Apartment 2B, where you lived. You like the right side of the bed, don’t you? Yunho likes the left side.

The last man you slept with—11 months, 1 week, and 4 days ago.

Yunho hated that one.

You had waffles for breakfast this morning. You usually have oatmeal. You sleep with a nightlight on.

You’re afraid of the dark.

“You coming?” you ask with a shy smile, pausing at the door. Yunho looks up. You didn’t see him slip the sucker in his pocket. You never notice things like that.

“Yeah,” he says. He follows you out the door and waits for you to lock up. Then, without thinking too much of it, he takes your hand. You don’t pull away. Your hand is small compared to his, and he squeezes it. You squeeze back.

You like hot showers.

You sound so pretty when you moan, especially when you think you’re alone.

Your bathroom window is never locked.

You're never alone.

Yunho has a good memory when it comes to you.

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Unstable Elements .𖥔 ݁ ˖ S. Mingi pt. 1

Summary: You're just trying your best to get through college and stay on track; all of that gets ruined when you meet your new lab partner, Mingi, who has more than a couple skeletons in his closet.

Pairing: fwb!mingi x female!reader

Genre: angst | non-idol au | college au l e2l (ish)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 7.2k

Content Warnings: cursing and nicknames (Mingi says princess)

Notes: Hi, this is my first fic. I wrote most of this, but it's so long that I'm gonna to split it up into parts. Yay, I hope someone likes this. I'll survive if you don't.

Update: I changed some things because I'm never satisfied with my work ;) um double update: i forgot to post the final version of this part bc i changed it. :l sorry

The nerves of your first day in lab are reaching their peak as you drive. This class was notoriously difficult despite only being a few credits but you were ready for the challenge. With your minimal lab experience, you knew you’d struggle but it was a stepping stone. After parking your car in the lot of the Life Sciences Building, you notice there are still 20 minutes left before lab so you take the extra time to read over the protocol once more. After you finish reading the steps for today’s experiment, you do just one last check of your hair and face to make sure you still look cute. You head inside the maze that is the Life Sciences Building, hopelessly looking around for room 296B. All of the hallways looked straight out of a horror movie, flickering lights and all. You notice a couple of students lined up outside one room in particular, to your luck it is your lab.

You take this as a chance to do some flashcards for another class. Putting in your headphones, you begin to zone everything out. Flipping through card after card, the material was beginning to get easier for you. A special soft-study playlist blares in your ears so you don’t notice the stranger who is attempting to make conversation with you. That is until you feel two light pokes on your shoulder. You turn around to a tall blonde guy waiting for an answer from you. Wow, lucky you. He’s hot. His hair was a little messy, but it fit his face well. The smile on your face stretches practically ear-to-ear as you grin up at him, taking one headphone out of your ear.

“Sorry?”

“Didn’t we meet last week? At Stacy’s party?” Your smile immediately drops when you recognize him and his fuck ass deep voice. Song Mingi. You don’t know him personally, well everyone kinda just knows of him. You’ve caught a few glimpses of him at parties, he’s cute but messy. There’s always some rumor going around about him too. “No, I don’t think we’ve met.” You give him a smile, turn back to your phone and start doing flashcards again. “Oh I swear we’ve met before–” the door of the lab swings open with your TA hanging out of the door frame with one hand and a perfect smile on his face. He was pretty eccentric-looking for a STEM major with his dyed hair and colorful clothes. “Hello everyone! Sorry for the wait. Please follow me.” The hoard of students shuffles into the lab behind the man who has a lot of pep in his step. “I am Hongjoong, your TA for the semester, I will be leading this lab. Please gather around the white board please. You guys have been assigned partners and stations, they are on the board behind me. Before we begin, I have to go over…” He drones on about lab safety, chemical hazards, and the like. You scan the board for your name and as soon as you spot your name your eyes nearly fall out of your skull because Song Mingi is your partner. Again, lucky you. The TA finally sends you guys away after about 20 minutes of safety. You get to your station, situating yourself by putting your backpack away in the cabinet below the station. Mingi approaches you from the corner of your eye and quietly makes his way around you to place his bag in the cabinet on the other side of your bench. Luck is never on your side. You roll your eyes and turn your body away from him. The period begins and everyone settles into their places with their partners. As the TA is doing his rounds he spots a student not practicing lab safety, “uh, Mingi? No phones in the lab.” Mingi shoots him an annoyed look and sighs audibly before shoving his phone into his back pocket. “I don’t have the protocol–“

“That’s fine. I’m sure your lab partner–“ he turns around to find your name on the board. “Y/n. I don’t think she’d mind sharing, right?” He was giving you such a sweet smile, how could you say no? You give Hongjoong your most innocent smile and slid the protocol towards Mingi. Hongjoong does a little clap and walks away. “Thanks” Mingi utters barely audible. “Yeah”. You guys work in silence, he can feel that you’re refusing to talk to him so he returns the favor. The lab bench is relatively small so Mingi has to hover over your shoulder to get a better view. Every now and then he grazes your back but since his frame is so large you're basically suffocating.

“Can you move over?” Mingi slowly turns his eyes to you and quietly moves over. A couple more silent minutes go by, you hear him huff and struggle to light his bunsen burner. He takes a deep sigh with his eyes closed, and turns to you, reluctant to speak. “You mind helping?” Motioning him away from the bench, you attach a rubber tube to the gas nozzle in the wall and attach the other end of the tube to the burner. After turning the gas on you grab the sparker and a single steady flame erupts from the burner. You see him already frowning at you. You hand him his sparker, “Try reading the lab manual next time and you won’t be so lost.” He snatches the sparker from your hands, visibly taken aback by your rudeness, and continues the lab. Mingi quietly thanks you for the help but he’s still trying to understand why you dislike him so much. The two of you just met and will have to interact for the next three months. Even though he's trying to be cordial, you’re only making the situation more awkward than it has to be.

It takes you 30 minutes to set up and finish the entire lab. The test tube in your hand looks perfect, exactly like the protocol, and if you were nice enough maybe Mingi could leave early too. You have to throw away your results anyway so what’ll it matter if he uses your work, all the other groups are doing it. Before Mingi can muster up the courage to ask you, you begin to walk towards your TA. As soon as he gives you a thumbs up, you race to pack your things. This late night lab was a horrible idea, it’s already 9:30 and you have an assignment due at midnight. “Hey y/n, before you leave—I know you’re gonna throw your results away, so would it be cool if I—”

“No” Bitch, he thinks. His pretty face and deep voice could have convinced you to help him but you don’t care, it's not like you’re gonna need him. So you leave without saying another word to him.

For the second lab you are very set on finishing the lab early but Mingi is all over the place. He forgot to print his lab procedures, again, so you guys ended up shoulder to shoulder, again, just to read the paper. He hasn’t spoken to you at all. It’s probably because of the last lab, but if you let him cheat off you once he’ll want to do it every time so you set a boundary like the emotionally mature girl you are. Mingi wasn’t good at lab work and he did need help but he’d rather ask anyone but you. The girls at the bench next door have been eyeing him since last lab. First, he went up to them asking about the procedure and eventually spent the entire lab period at their bench, talking them up. You weren’t really listening to his conversation but you knew he was trying to take their data. This made no sense because his lab report had to match up yours, so he’s only creating more work for himself. It honestly doesn’t matter because at least he isn’t asking for your work anymore. Plus, you did not have the patience those girls did. Accepting that you’ve officially lost your partner, you decide to continue your lab with a relieved sigh.

The first to finish today, you confidently stride to your TA with your yield in put. “Wow, this is a great result! Y/n, right?” You nodded. “You finished really fast last time too, I should’ve guessed you’d kill it today too. It looks great, you can actually leave that up here so I can use it as an example. You're good to go.” You head back to your bench, still high from the praise, and prepare to leave as Hongjoong makes a class announcement “Guys, this is what your result should look like!” Your happiness is cut short when you come back to Mingi, also ready to leave. Even though you watched the lecture last night and read through the protocol in your car, Mingi got the same grade. Amazing. All he did was ask for their results and they immediately folded? Of course they did, pretty privilege is ruining society. After cleaning up the mess you made, you slip your headphones into your ear and finally relax… until you hear fucking Mingi call you. Deciding to ignore him, you keep walking. He calls your name one more time, so you turn around to face him with your arms crossed in front of you.

“Yes?”

“Can I see your data sheet? Just for the report, I have everything else though—“

“No. Do your own work.” You turn around and keep going but he follows you. “It’s not that big of a deal–”

“Okay then don’t ask me.”

“I’m not copying off you, I just want to compare—“

“No.” He turns his head away with tsk in a bout of frustration. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. What’s your problem with me? I just met you.”

“My problem is that you’re lazy and my partner. I’m not gonna do everything for you.”

“When did I ask you to do anything? Yeah, I asked for help once but I don’t think that’s a crime.” Both of you are seething with anger but Mingi knows there’s no point in fighting. Especially when you seem to be his one-way ticket to an A. He turns his eyes to the floor with a small, tired sigh, “Listen, you’re right. I shouldn’t be cheating but I just need an estimate. I don’t wanna fail this class, please.” Yeah you don’t like him but you’re not a monster. You kneel down angrily and pull the sheet out of your bag and shove it towards him. He smiles down at you, “Thank you.” For a while, he was flipping through the sheets trying to absorb whatever information he could before handing it back to you. “You know, you’re actually kinda cute when you’re nice.” Your mouth falls open as you snatch your sheet back caught off guard. He chuckles at your face as he makes his way around you towards the staircase. “Don’t talk to me like that!” You yell at his back. He turns around, walking backwards and mouths, “so my type,” before leaving your line of sight. You stood there for a second, your face growing hot. You really need to get out more, maybe touch some grass, or a man.

Tired of scrolling social media, you check the time again. 4:13. Ugh. You knew you should've just done the work alone but Mingi insisted on helping you with the post-lab today. Usually, the lab reports require both participants to input their data and reflect but you’ve just been making up Mingi’s numbers in efforts to keep out of touch with him. It was all going fine until the TA caught on and asked why Mingi’s numbers always differed from those presented in the data sheet. So now, you’re stuck at the library at 4pm on a Saturday waiting for Mingi to show up. He said today was the only day he was free and he was supposed to be here at 3:30. Look at you, respecting his time and showing up in a timely manner like the dumbass you are. Another three minutes go by until you decide to write him a very hate-filled and disappointed email (because you refused to give him your number). Right as you type, “I’m going to tell Hongjoong that you haven’t done a single report” you see Mingi walk in with a coffee. He looks nicer than usual, opting for jeans as opposed to his regular sweatpants attire. His hair was actually styled today too, you start to feel self-conscious about your borderline pajamas and greasy pony-tail. He sees you immediately and begins walking over with a relaxed expression.

“Seriously?”

“What? I just got here.”

“Exactly! Where the hell were you? On a date?” Obviously you’re making fun of his oddly put-together outfit but Mingi smirks at you and you begin to regret saying anything. Ever since you blushed when he called you cute, the flirting has become incessant. He never crosses the line but he doesn’t stop. “No, why? You like what you–“

“No, shut up.” You hold your hand in his face as a protest. “What time were we supposed to meet?

“I don’t know–”

“3:30.”

“Okay, well, I’m here now.”

“Yeah, great. Thanks, so helpful.”

“Right? You get it–”

“Oh my god, please, stop talking. Give me your data sheet.”

“Don’t patronize me, y/n. I know what to do… and Hongjoong told me he’d recognize your writing.” He takes a seat across from you, opens his laptop and begins typing. You always put the report off till Saturday but in those 40 minutes you waited, you managed to finish the majority of it. After about ten minutes of silent working, Mingi looks up to see you scrolling on instagram again. “Hey, princess. Don’t you think we should focus–”

Without even looking up from your phone you answer, “I’m done.”

“Already? We’ve been here for like five minutes.”

“Yeah well, I’ve been here for a bit so I had time to work.”

“I said I was sorry–”

“You actually didn’t.” You look up from your phone and Mingi gives you an expressionless look. “Go on. Say you’re sorry.”

“For?”

“For wasting my time.”

“...Just because you helped me out last week, I’m sorry I was late…but, to be fair, no one told you to come early.”

“I got here at 3:40! I was late!”

“So why is it such a problem that I was late? You were late too.”

“Are you stupid?” You shake your head and get back to your doom-scrolling.

Another ten minutes go by and you can seriously feel your brain cells dying, “Mingi, what is taking so long? Did you finish your part?”

“No, can you let me figure this out?”

“Figure? Figure what out, you’re just entering and reflecting, that’s it.”

“Yeah, I know that but my data is a little off.”

“What? Let me see.” You panic and make your way around the table to sit down next to him, he slides his computer over. These reports are graded as a team if he makes a mistake, it comes out of your grade. After taking a look, you realize that he’s right. He’s off by a lot actually, but if that’s the case your data should be off too because there was only one setup. “Hm, I remember us doing the math together and nothing seemed wrong then.”

“That’s what I’m saying. I’m gonna do the calculation again. Can you just check it?”

“Yeah.” He pulls out his iPad and starts doing the equation, “here.” You squint your eyes, trying to decipher whatever he’s writing. God, his handwriting is so bad. You lean forward to get a better look because closing the distance is helping. Just as you’re about to ask for clarification, Mingi grabs the leg of your chair and begins sliding you towards him in one gesture. Okay, pause. Why is that attractive? He’s just pulling a chair, there's no reason to overreact. “Just come closer if you can’t see.”

“I can see! Your handwriting is so bad.” So flustered, you're still trying to read what he wrote. You squint and turn your head, pointing at his writing. “Is this a two or a seven?”

“It's a seven.” He says fatigued.

“Oh okay. Alright, you started off right but here, you forgot to subtract the weight of the tray.” He picks up his IPad and scans his work completely clueless. “Ugh, here, give me the pencil for a second.” The iPad is nudged towards you, his hand brushes yours in the pencil handoff. You pause. Not the time or place. With your head down you begin redoing the equation and quietly mumbling your steps. Mingi can’t hear so he comes closer. “See? It’s not that hard, like I said you were technically right you just–” Upon lifting your head you find yourself face-to-face with Mingi. God, it feels like your heart skipped a beat. His eyes leave the screen to meet yours. “I just what?” His eyes dart between you and the writing. When did it get so warm in the library? You clear your throat and pull back. “You just needed to double-check your work.” Getting flustered by Mingi three times in two minutes? Crazy. There is no reason for your whole physical being to be reacting like this. You sit back in your seat and send him a glare, Mingi returns a confused stare. “What did I do?” Shaking your head in disbelief, “Why are you getting so close to me?”

“I can’t hear a thing you’re saying–”

“Then tell me to speak up, don’t get so close like that.” He shrugs at you, “Okay, my bad. But it’s not like I’m putting the moves on you, I was just trying to listen.” You scoff. “You know, y/n, this doesn’t have to be so boring. If you just relaxed a bit–”

“Mingi, shut up.”

“Okay, okay. But if you weren’t so… uptight? We’d get along, a lot more than you think.” He looks up from his computer to see you barely listening. Smiling, slightly biting his lip, he takes a second to check you out.

“That’s great, Mingi. Now, finish, I wanna go home.” Mingi smiles at you and gets back to work. “So, what are you doing after this?”

“No.” He starts laughing. “Oh, come on.”

“I’m really not in the mood.”

“To have a conversation?”

“Mingi, please.” He cracks a smile and gets back to typing. “You’ll come around to it eventually.” You've been doing your best to stay away from Mingi, you haven't given him your phone number, you haven't responded to any of his advances, you're doing good. Yeah, Mingi’s cute, really cute and kinda super attractive, but you don't want to risk your mental well-being over a man you know is terrible.

It’s starting to get dark outside. How is he still not done? It’s 6 and the library closes early on Saturdays. “Hey, are you finished?” He’s been aggressively typing away on his computer, he should have something to show for it by now. “Yeah, I finished like 15 minutes ago.” You look at him in disbelief, mouth slightly agape. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You stand up and pull your jacket on. “I was enjoying spending some time together.” You make a sound of disapproval. “This is getting old.”

“Not for me.” Both of you take some time to gather yourselves. He holds his hand out and you raise a brow in response. “What?” In a swift motion he reaches across your body and grabs his pencil which you left laying on the other end of the table. He flashes you the pencil and stuffs it in his pocket while you’re standing there with his scent lingering in the air around you. Smells like a liar and a manipulator, the smell is giving you PTSD so you start to leave. “Okay well, I’ll see you Thursday. Bye.”

“Bye princess.” Fuck. “Stop calling me that.” You manage to keep a poker face as you leave. This is so weird, he’s so weird. It’s hard to decipher what you feel towards Mingi. The simultaneous disgust and attraction leaves your head a mess. Even acknowledging the physical attraction is hard but you just can’t ignore the facts.

The meeting you scheduled with your advisor ran long and you were speeding to make it to lab on time but you were already 20 minutes late. It didn’t help that the Life Sciences Building was in the very corner of campus. After parking your car, you rush inside. You didn’t even have time to read the protocol so you were practically winging this lab. Hoping that Mingi remembered to print his protocol today, you walk in and immediately explain your situation to Hongjoong who smiles and gives you an “it’s okay” nod (god bless him). As you head to your bench, you see another girl working with Mingi. The both of them giggle as they work. Great, someone stole your spot. You stand there for a second, kind of annoyed, until Mingi sees you and gestures you over. You choose to ignore him and opt to find an empty station in the back of the room. After sending Mingi one final glare, you find yourself all alone in a secluded corner of the room. With no time to be petty and you start your experiment with haste. Seeing that you’ve changed seats Hongjoong comes over to you looking between Mingi and his new lab partner and you, “he replaced you?” He said laughing.

“It’s fine y/n, let me know if you need any help.” He winks at you and walks away. Oh my god, he’s so cute but we must stay focused.

Deep in concentration, bent over with your hands on your knees, you’re trying to get the best angle to see the bottom of your flask. For the experiment to work, you had to stop the heat right as the solution began to evaporate. It’s so difficult for you to find the right angle so you keep alternating between bending over and standing straight with your head turned. All of the sudden the water in the sink behind you turns on, scaring you. When you turn around you see Mingi standing at the sink washing a flask that isn’t even dirty. He turns around to make eye contact with you, but your only focus is the flask. After failing to get your attention, Mingi walks over to you with his arms crossed. “Why didn’t you come to the bench?” You flinch hearing Mingi’s voice. “I called you over when you came in.” Your eyes are still fixed on your flask, you do not care for this conversation right now, “I figured you were working with someone else and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“I wasn’t, I was waiting for you.”

“It’s not that serious Mingi.”

“I mean, you’re one who’s working in a dark corner. So I came over here to tell you that I didn’t give your place up.”

“Mingi, it’s fine. I genuinely don’t care.”

“Then why’d you walk away when I told you to come over.”

“Because I didn’t feel like telling some random person to move, I don't care about the bench that much—”

“Were you jealous?” Silence… You take a moment away from your setup and just stare at him, hoping he’s embarrassed. He laughs at your deadpan expression. “Jealous of what Mingi?”

“I don’t know, me working with someone else.”

“Yeah–”

“See!”

“I'm being sarcastic Mingi and don’t you have your own experiment to do?”

“I’m done but I wanna see how you did it, so I’ll stay. You know, for the lab report.” He stands next to you, against the bench. You decide to keep going with your experiment, keeping a watchful eye on the flask. Mingi hesitates to say something, his voice is so quiet when he says, “Anyway, it’s not as fun if you’re not there.” You almost don’t hear what he says, almost. “What?”

“Nothing, now come back. I don’t know what I’m doing.” You’re about to tell him to go away for like the fifth time but you stop when you notice your solution beginning to change. “Hold on, it’s starting to react. Go ask someone else.” He sucks his teeth making a tsk noise, “So someone is jealous? Hm? Y/N?” His persistence is also a bit much for you. You’ve never met a man as adamant as him. “Oh my god! Mingi, please, shut up–,” when you look at him, he takes a step closer to you, the air gets thick. Suddenly you have nothing more to say. “I told you y/n, I just wanna watch.”

“You’re really distracting me.”

“Well, come back then. I need you.” You turn around and step away from him, waving your hand in front of his face, “Mingi, you’re already done. You can figure–” he grabs your hand pulling you back under his gaze. “But I do need you, y/n.” His grip still holding you in place as he smiles down at you, you are taken aback by this attack. The words refuse to leave your mouth and for a moment, that felt like an hour, there’s just silence as your eyes meet his. Suddenly, your solution vigorously bubbles out of the flask, pulling your attention away from Mingi. You rush to grab the flask but it’s scalding hot and burns you. Immediately you grab your hand causing you to drop the flask on the counter. The liquid inside spills out as the pain courses through every nerve in your hand. You whine some curses under your breath clutching your hand to your chest. Mingi grabs your hand, pulling you to the sink and sticks your bright red hand under cold water. All of that happening in a matter of one minute is insane. You sniffle and look up at Mingi, his face twists into a worried frown, unable to look at your teary-eyed face. Blinking away your tears, you turn around to see all of your work gone and sigh at the thought of having to start over. “It’s okay, just use my results. He already gave me my grade,” you were going to decline but he’s used your answers before so you quietly accept with a nod. He was still holding your hand under the water. You attempt to pull out of his grasp but his hand tightens around wrist, insisting that he hold it for you. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I was just messing around but seriously, I’m sorry,” about to laugh, you see that Mingi is actually upset. He was being sincere and it actually warmed your heart a bit. “It’s not your fault, at all. Just an accident. But maybe flirt with someone else next time.” You’re trying to lighten the mood and it works because he finally laughs, “Didn’t I say you were my type?”

“Yeah? What’s your type? Smarter than you?” His eyes forming crescent moons as he smiles down at you. You never noticed that his front tooth is crooked. Aw. “Yeah, basically. Smarter than me, rude, burned hand, the whole package.” You send a “hmph” his way and pull away from him. This time he lets you go.

After you put away your setup, you call your TA over to show him Mingi’s results. “These aren’t your results are they?” You didn’t think your lie would get caught so easily but you knew you looked guilty. “No, I burned myself and lost all of my solution,” holding your red hand up. “Oh no!” He thought for a second, took another glance at your hand and sighed. “You know I shouldn’t do this but I know you worked hard on this lab all alone so I’ll give you the grade. Keep this between us, though, okay?” Hongjoong was so sweet it’s bringing a tear to your eye, you nod at him. “I hope your hand gets better, but next time call me over if anything happens.” You agree to his request and thank your gracious TA with admiration in your eyes. Looking around, you see that everyone has left lab except for you, and apparently Mingi who is waiting at the door. After waving goodbye to your TA, you head out of the lab and Mingi starts walking with you.

“You said bye to your boyfriend? You sure he doesn’t want a kiss too?”

“Oh my god, I was just telling him about my hand.” You hold up your hand to show him and he visibly gets upset.“Seriously Mingi, it's not your fault. I’m fine, nothing even happened.”

“I know. It is my fault. Guess I have to make it up to you somehow.”

“Hmmm, I wonder what you mean by that.” He rolls his eyes and laughs.

“I can get you lunch.”

“I’m good, just do your portion of the lab report.”

“Then we go to lunch?”

“Mm, we’ll see.”

“I’ll take it.” You both laugh and continue to talk while walking to your cars together. Once you arrive at the parking lot, you notice that you parked very close to his car.

“It’s like you’re following me, y/n. Just admit that you’re into me.” Ignoring him, you unlock your car and sit inside. You take a quick breath and flip open the mirror because your face is so hot. You’re smiling so hard, wow you didn’t even notice. Maybe Mingi isn’t that terrible, I mean he is the reason you had so much fun today. It’s crazy how comfortable you are with him despite this being your fourth or fifth time meeting. Mingi is so outgoing that it scares you. He speaks to everyone so easily, even you. For fuck’s sake, he has you arguing with him like a child. You’ve been trying your best to resist him but god he’s so fine. At home, you keep finding yourself wanting to see him outside of class or even ask for his number. Lately, your mind has been screaming at you to throw caution to the wind and just take a chance. From the rumors, it didn’t seem like he was the type to date but it’s not like you wanted a boyfriend right now. You’re too busy with school and work. While your experience with men was limited to your one ex-boyfriend, you think that Mingi is also interested… or he’s probably interested in many other girls. You didn’t want to be one of the “many other girls” who were involved with him. Despite that, you still find yourself wondering if you even like him. You know that you enjoy his company. Even with all your uncertainty about your feelings, it’s for certain that lab is readily becoming the highlight of your week.

The professor who ran your lab offers students extra credit if they attend his research seminars and you were free and would love the extra points. You arrive right as the lecture begins and find an empty seat in the back. Since midterms are starting to pick up, you have some work to do. You finish two assignments by the time the second speaker is called up. Clapping, you look around the room to see more faculty than students but the room is starting to fill up. There were only a few seats left but luckily no one sat next to you. This lecture is actually the most interesting, you’re going to write a great mini report on this.

After finishing a decent amount of work, you decide to start mapping out the extra credit report. Your ears perk up when you hear a hushed “excuse me”. Someone is walking down your row and you move your feet back to let them pass, yet no one passes. You see a pair of chunky sneakers stopped beside you when the seat to your right is abruptly taken. “Funny seeing you here, princess.” Mingi was sitting next to you with messy hair and big glasses resting in his nose bridge. Impressed to see your lazy lab partner at an optional lecture on a Saturday afternoon, you smile at him. “Princess? Again?” He’s too busy shuffling around to notice that you’re now enjoying the nickname. He takes out a notebook and shifts his body into yours and that’s when your internal panic begins. Leaning closer to you, pressing his shoulder to yours, he whispers, “What are you doing?” He was so close. Everytime Mingi touches you, whether intentional or not, you immediately lose your train of thought. He’s so unpredictable, you just couldn’t get a gauge on his behavior. You mouth homework to him and he fake gags. Continuing your work, you feel Mingi’s knee touching yours. Unsure of what to do you just leave your leg as is. Mingi takes your indifference to his touch as an invitation and puts his arm around the back of your chair, his arm just barely touching your back. He leans into you again to take a closer look at your screen. Your breath hitches, you can feel the warmth emanating from his body. You sit away from Mingi a bit to cool yourself down but you still feel like you’re on fire. He keeps leaning into you to see so you just turn your computer towards him to give him a better view. “You’re taking notes too? You’re so good y/n.” His praises sound a little too good with his deep voice and piercing eyes. If there is one thing Mingi loves, it’s eye contact. He stares right into your eyes, you try to hold his gaze but it’s just too much so you laugh awkwardly and continue your work. With his arm brushing against your back, he brings his mouth to your ear, “you wanna hang out after this?” His deep voice is like honey to your ears. You could smell his cologne, god he always smells so good. He knows the exact effect he has on women, you especially.

“It’s 12pm on a Saturday, what could we possibly do?” Mingi holds your gaze, looking right into your soul again, his smile slowly widening. “You wanna come over? We can watch a movie,” disgusted you look away with an “ugh”. How could he ask you that so casually? You decline his offer after shaking your head, disappointed. He moves his arm from the chair to your shoulder and pulls you toward him. “You can’t always say no.” Completely caught off guard with the little distance he’s put between your faces, your eyes immediately fall to his lips. If you move just a bit forward your lips would touch. You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You were struggling to keep yourself together but he was completely fine. He was waiting for you to answer but you were so overwhelmed by him that your mouth just hung open waiting for words to come out. You snap out of your daze when the people seated around you begin clapping, the third speaker is up. You push him away, embarrassed, remembering you’re at an academic seminar, and he’s unapologetically flirting. He lets go of your face, laughing, but keeps his arm around your shoulder. “Mingi we’re at a seminar!” Angrily whispering at him, you remove his arm from your shoulder. Your heart is still pounding, Mingi really gets a kick from seeing you so flustered by him. He brings you close again by pulling your arm.

“So what? If it was just me and you, then what? Hm?” Like a deer in headlights, you can’t speak, move, or do anything.

“Come on princess, say something.”

“We’re not alone though–” Attempting to push him away, you grab his hand to remove it from your hand but he’s so strong. Squeezing your arm but making sure he didn’t hurt you. “Okay, then let’s go be alone.” He nudges his head toward the door. There was a long pause, you staring at him, eyes wide, and him back at you, a smile plastered across his face. His smile turned into a laugh seeing your shocked reaction.

“I’m just kidding y/n. Relax.” You can’t help but sigh when he admits he’s joking because mindless flirting is one thing but acting on that flirting? Very dangerous.

“Good. Don’t be weird. Anyway, I hope you know–” Trying to change the topic but Mingi insists on teasing you a bit.

“Yeah yeah, you wouldn’t survive two minutes alone with me.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Come find out.” Your gaze towards Mingi develops into a smile matching his. You’re so sick of him messing with your emotions, you decide to match his energy.

“Maybe if you beg, I will.” He widens his eyes at your response but he was more interested than shocked. Now you’re the one laughing at his flustered expression. This is fun. He licks his lips, and pulls you close by your arm. “Wow, freaky. I’ll beg–” Before he can finish his sentence the room erupts with applause. You’re guessing the lecture has ended, everyone around you was clapping so you two followed. Your brain finally started to work again. God, what was that? What came over you to say those things to him? What is he thinking? Mingi was just aimlessly flirting, but since when did you do that? Mingi is making you discover parts of yourself that you didn’t even know existed. Beg? Since when did you like men to beg? I mean, he did beg. Does that mean you have to go over? There is some downtime in your schedule so technically you can hang out with him. People are walking down your row to leave, you stand up to make way for everyone. Mingi starts packing his stuff and you begin to prepare yourself to tell Mingi that you’re ready to hang out. He pulls his hoodie and backpack on, you grab his arm hurriedly. His head turns so fast that you swear he could’ve broken his neck, smiling down at you with a big smile like he knew what you were going to say.

“Should we–”

“Mingi!” Your suggestion suddenly dies in your throat when you see a pretty girl in a mini skirt run up to Mingi and hug him from behind. His arm falls out of your grasp. He, almost as if it’s second nature, turns around and hugs her back, lifting her up a bit. As he puts her down, his hands slide down her body with so much ease like he’s done that millions of times before. His touch lingers on her hips and he pulls her closer to him as he’s talking to her. Seeing him touching her after he touched you has your heart sinking. Your heart was actually aching seeing how quickly Mingi disregarded you. Your ears are refusing to register any word of their conversation, you wanted to go home and leave this embarrassing moment but you couldn’t bring yourself to move or look away. Unsure of whether you were angry, sad, or disappointed, everything gets worse when you tune into their conversation. “Are you doing anything tonight?” She asks him, biting her lip, his gaze following the way her teeth engulfed her bottom lip. He took her in the same way he just looked at you. That was enough for you to pack up and leave because how long can you stand behind him, waiting for him to acknowledge you? You feel like throwing up as you walk out of the hall. Your face is so hot, this isn’t even due to jealousy, you’re just angry. He forgot that you were even there after he did all that during the lecture. What? This is so stupid, you’re so stupid. You sit in your car for a few more minutes ruminating on the fact that you wanted to kiss Mingi a few minutes ago. You even considered going to his place to “watch a movie” with him, you mull over your whole interaction with him with your head in your hands. This whole scenario was so embarrassing and couldn’t have gone any worse for you. You held your hands over your eyes trying to forget every feeling you ever had for Mingi. This was gross and icky but you can't blame yourself for him being a terrible person. He just wasn’t for you. The signs very obviously presented themselves and you just chose to avoid them. You’re glad that you’re going home to study and not hanging with Mingi. Fucking whore.

As he left, Mingi felt really bad for not saying anything to you before you left. All he could do was think about you during the car ride to his place, even with another girl in his arms all he did was think about you. The entire time, he kept wishing she was you. But even with his best efforts, it was so difficult to get through to you. Every time it seems like you like him, he does something to fuck it up. But, god. He wants you so badly, so he’ll keep trying until his interest subsides. His little “fascination” with you has been particularly concerning because it’s never taken him this long to get with a girl. You in lab yelling at him, calling him stupid, getting shy every time he flirted with you, even getting bold lately. No one was like you in any way to Mingi. No one was as fun as you were to him, even the way you insulted him was amazing. It turned him on. He loves when you lecture him in lab. No matter how hard Mingi tried to deny it, it was just different with you. He himself was still trying to figure out what he felt towards you. All he knew was that he loved everything about you: your face, your body, your voice, the way you’re always so on top of everything, he just wants to see you on top of him. So he’s been secretly trying to spend more time with you. He even showed up to a fucking extra credit lecture because he thought you’d be there. Lo and behold, you were there, eyes trained on the slideshow, taking notes or doing homework, whatever you did. He loved how you were so smart, it was so attractive to him. Always so focused on school or an assignment, he loved it. But you don’t make it easy for him, you’re so difficult. You always fight him which is why he really disliked you at the beginning of lab. But, as time went on you’re all he thinks about and he loves fighting with you. He was making progress with you but his little distraction definitely has him starting at square one again because you were not a forgiving woman. He can’t wait for the day he has you under him whining his name but for now he’ll settle for your “shut up Mingi”. He loves a challenge and that’s exactly what you were.

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