#kim mingyu seventeen

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Kim Mingyu || boyfriend texts with mingyu!

genre: one shot texts, non!idol bf mingyu, smau, fluff

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, mentions of pregnancy, a kink is mentioned, nsfw

[nnight-dances]

REPETITION / RARE LOVE

pairings: kim mingyu x fem!reader (ft. yoon jeonghan)

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive & sexual content

tropes: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers (except mingyu's the only idiot), pining, flirting

warnings: explicit language, banter, alcohol consumption, borderline jeonghan slander but it's okay because i would die for the man, has been proofread by me once but only barely. kazuha (le sserafim) is your roommate, huh yunjin is present.

WHAT TO EXPECT

it's simple enough: you and mingyu are perfect for each other. you've told him as much but after years of him avoiding the topic, you leave him alone. but when your long-time infatuation with jeonghan gets rejected, you have nothing to distract you from your desire to be with mingyu. all it takes is you making out with the wrong person and a can of beer for mingyu to come to his senses. (about 11k)

OR: maybe you don't hate repetition as much as you claim to.

SEQUEL OUT NOW!

“why are men on tinder actually vile?” you question out loud, not quite expecting an answer as your eyes continue to read the offensive opener you’d received from a recent match. mingyu, who’s crouched on the desk across from you, frowns.

“y/n, we’re meant to be studying,” he points out, “but also i thought you were over tinder?”

you look at him blankly, “i am! i just gotta finish what i started you know…”

mingyu looks deeply disappointed in you and you slide your phone across to him, “look at this message i just got! it’s disgusting! i don’t need to know if someone’s wet at the thought of—”

“god, y/n, do you have to scream?” he asks as he takes hold of your phone, busying his fingers probably with blocking the guy. you momentarily look back at your screen where the black document meant to be the outline for your final art history paper taunts you.

you sigh, looking down at your phone when mingyu returns it. “i paused your account and deleted the app.” you sigh yet again, “man! if you were gonna uninstall it without my permission you should’ve just deleted my account.”

“you’d just make another one anyway,” he shrugs, “plus, this way when you go back you’ll remember why you left in the first place.”

you grumble something under your breath but resume your attempts at writing. mingyu smiles a little as he goes back to his own work. a beat passes before, he puts his pen down again and when he sees you’re staring at your screen distantly, he asks, “did you talk to jeonghan yet?”

you gasp at the mention of your years-old crush, glancing around you as if you weren’t in a private study room (because apparently the only way either of you could get anything done was while talking to each other). “what?” mingyu continues, “one of us had to address the elephant in the room.”

“wow, you’re just the worst friend ever, aren’t you? it’s like you can’t read rooms at all. i clearly did not want to talk about jeonghan.”

“well, now you are. so you might as well be honest with me. did you think about confessing to him?”

you deflate, stomach suddenly uneasy, “no. i don’t think i will. i don’t need him to know.”

“you kinda do. y/n, look at me,” mingyu knocks on the wood to demand your attention, “it’s the only way you’ll ever have an answer.”

“i don't want an answer.”

“…”

"because i'm going to move on from him!"

"..."

“okay, well, i’m starting to! just watch me, okay? i have the agency to not be completely consumed by my very shallow attraction to a very attractive and impressive man.”

“right. you just used attractive twice in a sentence— and no, i don’t care if it wasn’t the same form of the word, you absolutely hate redundant things. and yet, you refuse to recognize the way out of this pattern of yours.”

“you are so tiring, mingyu, you know that? exhausting, even. i don’t want to do this anymore.” you shake your head at him, suddenly invigorated to finish this damn preliminary proposal of yours.

—

yunjin cackles as she plops down across from you in the dining hall, finding you scrolling ever so dedicatedly on pinterest. “what’s this?”

you look up at her with a pout, “i need a dress for hoshi’s little party. it’s in two weeks and i have zero options.”

“fuck, i knew i was forgetting something,” she grimaces in her typical huh yunjin way and shifts closer, “i need to find something for that too. can’t just wear a corset and call it day since he’s labelling it a formal and whatnot.”

“he really is the worst,” you agree, pausing to muse over a pretty white dress with red roses all over it. “hmm, what about this one?”

yunjin tilts her head and nods as she looks between you and the dress, probably imagining you in it. then, you sigh, “it’s just i don’t think red is my color like that.”

you’re about to elaborate when you hear a gasp from behind you, “that is simply not true!” you don’t have time to react when a figure slides in next to you. goddamnit, it’s jeonghan, you realize, trying hard to keep it together when his shoulder comes to sit next to yours. “you absolutely fucking rock the color red.”

“i do?” is all you can muster as yunjin chokes out a badly covered laugh. you glare at her, “what’s funny, jen?”

“hah, nothing, i agree with jeonghan, you’d look lovely in red.”

you frown, unconvinced as you scroll some more, feeling dizzy from jeonghan’s presence.

“preparing for hoshi’s party i presume?” jeonghan asks and you nod. “i’m so stressed, i have nothing and it’s approaching so fast.”

“you have time though,” he reassures but you’re quick to protest, “i’m not going to have any time next week because we’re organizing that night flea market. i’ll be running around campus so i need to take a trip this week.” the beauty of going to a college with an isolated campus: peace and you gotta plan every time you leave campus because there’s a singular bus that takes you to the city. it’d be a whole day trip for you if not for mingyu, who thankfully has a car that he can drive.

“ahh, tell me when you’re going into the city, y/n,” yunjin pats you, “i gotta go too.”

you nod and then remember, “right of course, i just remembered kazuha saying she wanted to come too.”

“nice,” yunjin approves, “we need all the opinions we can get. did you get mingyu to agree to drive you yet?”

“i texted him earlier but he hasn’t replied, which is slightly concerning because he may not know how to spell but he does write back very fast.”

jeonghan chuckles, “mind if i join you guys too?”

you stop in your tracks, turning to face him, “you wanna come shopping with us?”

he nods, that sweet smile of his plastered across his face, “yeah, i could use a new formal outfit. i’m tired of wearing the same black suit to everything.” he nudges your side, “plus, you guys could help me out. i can never decide on anything all alone.”

—

“maybe i should just not go,” you groan with your head in your hands. mingyu rolls his eyes, slapping your back, “why would not go? if your problem’s with jeonghan, he should be the one to stay back. not you.”

you sit back up, staring at the eggs in your plate. beside you, mingyu chugs his glass of orange juice, and you lean against him. “god, i hate him so much. do you wanna go see if the playground’s free?”

“right now?” mingyu looks at the time. it’s 11 am on saturday, still an hour from the time everyone agreed to meet in front of mingyu’s car, which is conveniently parked right across from the playground. as if following your line of thought, he grins, “alright. but you finish your food first.”

you sigh, “okay, mom, i will.”

five minutes later find you racing mingyu for the best swing in the playground— months of visiting the place had taught you the first swing was the only one that didn’t creak too loud and experienced the least amount of bumps during the ride. mingyu’s fast but you’re stubborn so you reach out for his arm midway, sticking your nails into the skin, knowing how dramatic he is about these things.

he gasps, “DO NOT CLAW ME.” strong as he might be, he slows down to rip your grip off. you seize the opportunity, getting a headstart and laugh when you reach the swing before him, sitting down firmly before mingyu can pull you away.

“that’s cheating, y/n, you know it!”

“hey, you’re the one that has an advantage. you go to the gym like eight times a week. i go like thrice a month.”

“sounds like someone’s lazy and whiny to me.”

you smile, “someone lazy wouldn’t win that race. and you’re the one that’s whining,” you point to his stance, his arms at his hips like an affronted toddler. he loosens his body with a pout as he walks over to the second swing. “whatever.”

time passes a little too fast for you two when you’re fighting like this because kazuha’s running over to you, breathless. “y/n! what are you guys doing?”

“zuha, hi! did you—”

“yep, i got your lip gloss.”

you chuckle, throwing your arms around her, “why are you the best roommate ever?”

mingyu scoffs, “what about you being the worst roommate ever?”

kazuha laughs, too nice to agree with him, “hey, that’s not true.” you hit him in the side, “you’re just jealous that you’re in a single. i guess money really does make people lonely.”

“i’d go for a double even if i was that rich,” jeonghan’s voice pops up from beside you. he sure has a knack for appearing out of thin air. “i couldn’t handle being alone.”

“not everyone can love themselves as much as i do,” mingyu shrugs, smugly as crosses his arms. “i’m self-sufficient like that.”

“if you guys are done, we should start moving,” comes yunjin’s voice from near mingyu’s car, “it’s already fifteen past 12.”

“i call shotgun!” yunjin shouts and you’re quick to fight back, “no way, i already called it.”

“if i didn’t hear it, then it doesn’t count,” she teases, leaning against the passenger side. you glare at mingyu, “i called it in front of mingyu! the driver is the one that counts.”

mingyu laughs at the petty fight, “y/n did call it earlier this morning.”

“that’s not fair! mingyu’s obviously going to take y/n’s side, you guys spend every breathing minute together. the rest of us don’t stand a chance.”

you smirk, “don’t be a sore loser, huh yunjin, you can call it when we’re coming back. if you remember to.”

“i hate you,” she mutters as everyone settles into the car.

“i’m open to music requests, dear friends,” you announce once you’ve started off. “but i reserve the right to reject any tasteless songs.”

“isn’t this the textbook example of a tyranny?” jeonghan breathes and you shoot him a look over your shoulder, “hey, the power comes with the seat. it’s natural selection.”

mingyu groans through laughter, “you know you don’t make any sense. just play some music.”

you roll your eyes, “he says as he laughs his fat ass off.”

“she’s just salty my ass is fatter than hers,” he mutters under his breath. the three in the backseat break into laughs at that, all at your expense as you gape at them. such betrayal.

“i don’t know why i call you friends. you’re monsters.”

kazuha pipes in, “y/n, are you calling your sweet roommate a monster right now?”

jeonghan is quick to join in, “honestly, i’d say kazuha is the nicest friend among us here.”

“fine, everyone but zuha’s out to get me right now.” the screaming continues for a little bit longer until yunjin and kazuha tire themselves out and pass out. you chuckle when you look at them, yunjin’s head bobs in the middle of the three until it hits kazuha’s shoulder, whose head then rests on top.

swiftly, you pull out your phone camera and capture the moment, sure to tease them later. as you’re clicking the photos, jeonghan’s face sticks into the corner with a sneaky grin and you shift the angle to include him. enjoying the attention, he shoots the camera a peace sign, followed by a little heart, and then a cheek heart and now he’s a bunny and then—

you pull yourself away abruptly with a shaky laugh, “god, jeonghan, this isn’t a photoshoot.”

he laughs back, “ha ha, sorry, i can’t help myself. it’s so fun to tease you like this.”

you feel the blood rush to your face at that, so you turn to face the road completely, a weak, “fuck off” on your tongue. mingyu silently observes the interaction, not without a little side-eye that you don’t know what to think of. “you should get some rest, y/n, you didn’t sleep last night.”

you frown, surprised mingyu knows that and you don’t get to ask him why he knows that because jeonghan interrupts, “you guys sure are close. i was talking to hoshi the other day, he misses y’all a lot.”

“he does? he can just come talk to us whenever though,” mingyu replies, doubt tracing his tone. “i don’t think we’re exclusive like that.”

“right?” you agree, “we used to be so close to hoshi, too, and then he moved to the other side of campus this semester and now i have like one class with him.”

“i don’t know,” jeonghan says, “you should talk to him about it, but there’s always been something stronger about the two of you together.”

you shrug, “we always end up together. it’s not that deep i think. it’s just how it is.”

the topic ends there as jeonghan agrees and dozes off himself too. you, however, feel eerily awake. awake? no, more like unsettled. something in your nerves is off and you feel on edge. you’re a little spaced out after that, as you finally reach the city circle with all the shops crowded next to each other with a little mall in the center.

as everyone gets off and gathers their things, mingyu pulls you aside with a concerned look, “are you okay, y/n?” his grip on your elbow grounds you a little. you inhale, knowing better than to pretend in front of him, “yeah, just a little uneasy. i don’t know why. probably just tired.”

mingyu looks like he knows something more about your condition, “are you sure? we can take a break at one of the restaurants before shopping if you want?”

“nah, i’m okay, don’t worry. i’m a strong girl,” you smile, reasurring him with a pat to his chest, “i feel better now. thanks, mingyu.”

he frowns, hand loosening against your skin, “you never thank me, weirdo. don’t be so formal.”

“man, there’s no winning with you, is there?”

he chuckles as he pulls you after the others, “no, i’m insatiable.”

—

an hour into shopping, you realize why you hate doing this. everything is so overwhelming when you’re in the city, so many people, so many clothes. at least you have friends with you as you scan racks after racks, ending up with three potential dresses on your arm. you mutter a prayer in your head that you can find something nice here so you don’t have to walk more. this is already your third store.

the first one is a classic: a little black dress. it’s satin so it sits smooth against your skin and feels soft when you twirl around. it’s a little short for your liking, perhaps too tight against your ass. you turn to the side to get a better look. you take a photo and send it to mingyu, who you’d been going back and forth with. he’d last sent you a photo ten minutes ago: him in a stupid minion onesie. you’d cursed him out real well in response telling him to stop fucking around. he writes back fast.

big gyu: u look good

big gyu: kinda basic tho

you: yea i thought so too

you agree with that, putting the dress aside in case you don’t find anything else at all.

candidate number two is more over the top: a long red dress with little black patterns on it, with a leg slit on one side. getting into it was a whole struggle but you get it on finally. it fits well thanks to the slit which also shows off some skin. you’re hot in it: like literally. the long sleeves don’t help at all. but you look good too, the flare doing wonders for your figure. you pause, sending a photo hoping mingyu would be of help.

however, when mingyu takes longer than a minute to reply, you groan, already sweating a little. concluding that he’s probably changing or something, you peek out your curtain, hoping yunjin was still in the stall next to yours. you call out her name, straining your neck to see if there was anyone else you could ask for help.

you spot jeonghan walking around the shelves near the fitting rooms and before you can hesitate to call him over, he notices your head poking out. he raises an eyebrow, sending your heartbeat into a spiral. “y/n? do you need help?”

you clear your throat, “um, yeah, i need a second opinion on this dress.” jeonghan approaches your corner and you panic when he reaches for the curtain to draw it back. his eyes question you, “can i look?” you let go of it to let him in, a tiny little rational part of you wondering he needed to come inside the room to see.

“ohhh,” he exclaims as he takes you in, “you look amazing. told ya red was your color.”

you turn away from him a little, “this dress is hot.”

“it sure is,” he agrees and you blush harder, “no i meant, like literally. i’m so hot right now.”

jeonghan presses his lips together, giving away the fact that he understands but being the little bitch he is, he chooses the option that makes you wanna combust. he presses two fingers to your cheek and mumbles, “yeah, you are.”

you push his arm off, “yoon jeonghan! you’re such a damn flirt! get out of here.” you force him out of your space and he’s uncontrollably laughing as he lets you. “i’ve another dress to try so wait outside for me.”

“sure you don’t need a hand changing—”

“no, thank you very much!” you scream, greeted with more pleased chuckling. your phone buzzes, catching your attention. you lean down to look at it.

big gyu: niceee thats hot

big gyu: u should get this dress

big gyu: pls

big gyu: pls

you: …girl why are u begging me

big gyu: because.

big gyu: you’re getting this dress right

you: no i’d die of overheating in it

big gyu: and it’d be worht it

you: i dont like how enthusiastic u are about this...

you: wtv this one's rejected.

you: i still have another dress to try

you put your phone down to try the final dress. this one was a purple slip dress with white flower detailing. it was skin tight against your boobs and a little transparent, giving away your black bra underneath. and to contrast, it sat a little loose on your hips which was honestly not the worst look, keeping from the dress becoming too scandalous. you enjoyed this dress the most so far. that was enough, given the track record.

“you done, y/n?” you’re startled when the voice outside is mingyu’s instead of jeonghan. you pull back the curtains in confusion, “gyu? what’re you doing here?” mingyu stops short, “fuck, i like this one.” you flush a little when you notice his eyes settle on your chest for a beat too long. “that’s stunning, for real.”

you laugh. “look at you using big words. but yeah, i think this is the one.” you look over at him, “did jeonghan leave?”

“um, yeah, he said he had to use the washroom when i ran into him on the way,” he mumbles. you nod, a little relieved because you think you’d die if he saw you right now. “anyway, i’m offended you were showing him your dresses and then all i got was a photo.”

“hey, you were taking so long to reply that i had seek someone else out. he just happened to be her.”

mingyu ignores that and tells you to hurry up, “i need your help choosing something for myself.”

“ugh, alright, give me five.”

in the end, you decided you’d get both the classic black dress and the slip dress, you needed more dresses in general. wouldn’t hurt to have more. when you’re done checking out, you find mingyu in conversation with kazuha who’s smiling with a shopping bag in her hands.

“zuha, you get anything?” you ask. she nods eagerly, “yeah! i got this pink dress that jeonghan helped me find just now. it’s really pretty, i’ll show you later in the room.”

you falter a little at that, glancing at mingyu who’d told you he went to the washroom. ignoring the growing unsettling gut feeling, you inform her you��d found something too. “nice, we should have a try-on in the room later.”

“you guys!!” yunjin joins the group, “this is insane. i hit the jackpot and found the sexiest green dress ever.” you laugh, linking arms with her, “you should come over later and try it on with us.”

“ah, the beauty of womanhood,” mingyu grumbles beside you, and you shove him. “you’re not invited, pervert.”

his jaw falls open, “excuse me? what did you just call me?”

you press an index finger into his bicep, “don’t think i didn’t notice you checking my boobs out earlier.” mingyu’s cheek redden at the light-hearted accusation, worsening when jeonghan appears right at the climax of the argument.

“okay, okay, first of all, i wasn’t checking anything out!” he complains, “and-and well, they—”

jeonghan cuts him off, patting his back with an amused smirk, “it’s alright, buddy, it happens to the best of us.” everyone laughs at that, much to mingyu’s chagrin who then becomes pouty for the rest of the walk to the next shop.

“c’mon,” you pull him into the store, “my turn to stare at your tits.”

“god, would you drop it?” he groans as he follows you in. “it won’t happen again.”

you giggle, “it’s okay with me, gyu, because that just means the girls look good.”

he groans again, “i really don’t need to be a part of this.” he wanders off into the store, embarrassed. you let him go, looking at clothes for him separately. turns out shopping for mingyu is harder than the concept of it sounds. it doesn’t help that he’s an expert at criticizing the small detail in every item you choose for him. half an hour later, you’re tired of him.

as if on cue, kazuha calls you to tell you to come over to an asian restaurant nearby to grab lunch. you thank the lords as you pull mingyu away, “there’s nothing here for me anyway,” he grumbles as you meet up with the rest.

entering the restaurant, you spot kazuha and jeonghan at a table nearby. yunjin’s still on her way it turns out as you sit across from them, heart in throat for the worst reason possible: you’re jealous. you may be down bad for jeonghan but that doesn’t mean you’ve lost your ability to take a hint. trying to keep the thought from completely forming in your head, you make conversation with everyone, wanting to be better than this.

you want to avoid thinking about it so you’re quick to shut jeonghan off. he’s his usual self, joking around with everyone but he picks up when you’re not as receptive as usual. you hope he just thinks nothing of it, but you know that’s not possible when he approaches you after lunch as everyone else is washing up in the bathroom.

you’re outside alone, waiting, when he slightly pushes your shoulder to draw your attention. you gasp lightly. “jeonghan?”

“can i talk to you for a sec?”

you frown, “yeah, you’re talking to me right now.”

“come on, y/n, don’t be cold. let’s go for a walk.”

“but, the others—”

“i let mingyu know we’ll be back in a few.”

out of excuses, you silently follow jeonghan’s stride through the busy street. he makes conversation really well, easing you up in no time as he distracts you from what was on your mind. it’s illegal how smoothly he then proceeds to drop the act.

you’re laughing about what he’d said about hoshi’s drinking habits just now, when he suddenly goes serious, “i think i like kazuha.”

you freeze up at that, fighting the frown that itches closer, looking at him like you didn’t hear him. heart’s out of control right now, but at least you were already expecting this outcome. “huh?”

“sorry, i just thought you should know. i’m really into her and i was planning to ask her out sometime this week.”

you would love to pass away right now. immediately, you think you hate jeonghan for doing this to you. it’s clear from his behavior that he knows you like him and that he’s apologizing— he’s rejecting you before you have a chance to confess. he likes kazuha. he’s going to ask her out. you should know that.

you sputter awkwardly, “that’s great! good for you, jeonghan. and um, you really didn’t have to tell me. i’m sure kazuha would love to be with you.”

you never want to speak a word to anyone ever again and you're sweating ever so profusely, so you speed up a little, “and we should get going, no?”

sensing your mood, jeonghan follows along but says, “i’m sorry, y/n. i- i know you…”

you don’t let him finish because it would genuinely kill you to hear him say he knows you like him. “you don’t have to be sorry.” with that, you essentially leave your body. you move fast enough to reach the car, wordlessly getting into the passenger seat and yunjin somehow knows better than to fight you.

the car ride back is filled with music. not much chatter. you realize it’s partly your fault and silently dread being back in the room with kazuha, but to your relief, when you reach she doesn’t bring anything up. you’re too tired to do a try-on like you promised and when mingyu asks if you want to come over to his place, you tell him you’re feeling sleepy. and for once, you actually sleep after telling him that.

sleep is not as much of a comfort as you’d hope for it to be: less of an escape, more jeonghan-themed content. something about heartbreak and living the rest of your life, lovelessly.

—

the next week starts off hectic and you’re thankful for it this once. you could use the chaos of organizing an event to take your mind off things. a small part of you wonders if jeonghan was being merciful by letting you down and timing it so well. knowing him, that doesn’t seem so impossible.

you feel better than you’d imagined you would. you cried like once since the rejection. you didn’t need to worry much at this point, having realizing that it was less important that you’d made it out to be. mingyu, on the other hand, doesn’t give up his worrying, especially when he doesn’t see you until three days into the week. and that, too, because he gave up and thought it would be a good idea to invade your room, at one in the night.

his knocking wakes you up fairly quickly, since you’d only put your phone down a few minutes ago. you rush to the door, afraid of waking kazuha up. “what the fuck, mingyu?” you ask at the sight of him.

“what the fuck yourself! stop ignoring my messages maybe?”

you groan, stepping outside your room, feeling the cold air hit you in your night clothes. “why’d you have to confront me so late at night? can we do this tomorrow? when i’m coherent and not half-naked?”

mingyu falter as if he just realized the time, noticing your tank top and shorts. “i don’t care. i’ll give you my jacket but we’re doing this right here and right now.”

you sigh, knowing this was coming. “forget it, keep your jacket. i’ll go change and be right back.”

mingyu grabs your arm when you try to go back inside, “how do i know you’re not just gonna leave me here to die?”

“dude, my room’s right here. you can come watch me change if you fucking want.”

he lets you go, flustered when you offer and you laugh as you rush back in. in the darkness, kazuha’s voice startles you, “y/n? is everything okay? are you being abducted?”

“oh god, zuha, you scared me. and no, it’s just stupid little mingyu who wants to have a talk. i’ll settle this. go back to sleep.”

she groans, “god, you guys are just like my parents sometimes.”

you laugh at that as you slip into a hoodie and exchange your shorts for pajamas. when you return, mingyu’s sitting at the stairs in front of your room and you hit him in the back.

“ouch! fuck you!” he stands up with a glare, “also i heard what you said about me. why am i stupid and little? can you just choose one insult?"

“let’s go down if we’re gonna argue. zuha can hear us, too. and did you hear what she said after that?” when he seems clueless, you go on, “she said we remind her of her parents sometimes.”

he coughs, “her parents?? what are we, married?”

you roll your eyes, “married and sick of each other, apparently.”

“being zuha’s parents doesn’t sound so bad honestly. she’d be the easiest child to raise.”

“i feel like zuha would raise you if you were her father,” you laugh, “me too, probably.”

“who’d be the father then?”

your smile falls when an answer occurs to you, you mumble, “jeonghan,” sitting at a bench outside your dorm. mingyu joins you, equally solemn now.

“did something happen between you two?”

“yeah. he rejected me when we went shopping that day.”

mingyu’s eyes widen, “what? you confessed?”

you shake your head, a strained smile, “he already knew. i guess i was obvious, but it’s still driving me insane that he rejected me without even giving me a chance to confess.”

“i can’t believe he did that. that’s conceited as fuck.”

“conceited or impressive, i can’t decide. but he told me likes kazuha and that he’s sorry. i genuinely wanted to die when he said that. he was cool about breaking my heart, too. lowkey fell a little harder for him.” you laugh at your own joke, but mingyu looks unhappy, jaw clenched like he’d tasted something bitter.

you hit his arm, “it’s not a big deal, dude. i was thinking about it the past few days and i realized i barely knew the guy. i just knew what he told me over the last year.”

after a pause, “and he’s one beautiful man, so there was that.” you smile a little.

“but he didn’t have to do it like that. he could just stop flirting with you, you know, or wait for you to come around and confess like a normal person,” mingyu says, “he’s such a little jerk.”

“hey, it’s okay, a little flirting didn’t hurt anyone.”

“yeah but he was leading you on, leaving you in ambiguity by doing that. he should’ve been flirting with kazuha, not you.”

“okay, now that’s starting to hurt,” you whine, pressing your forehead against his shoulder, “but i can’t really blame him, no? kazuha’s so precious.”

“don’t be like that, y/n.”

“what? be like what?” you look up, “didn’t you also used to be into kazuha?”

mingyu bites his lip when you bring his years-old crush up, “when will you forget about that? that was so long ago and it was barely serious. she’s too nice to be my type.” (what does that even mean? you wonder but don't have the time to ask.)

“sure, you didn’t want to change residence halls to be closer to her?”

“alright, how many times do i tell you that i did that because of you? why do you never believe me?”

“it just makes more sense the other way,” you mumble, suddenly feeling teary-eyed and hating that you were feeling teary-eyed, which only intensified the teariness in your eyes. “god, this is stupid.”

mingyu’s arm is around in no time when he notices you curling up, your lip tucked between your lips in anticipation, “hey, hey, c'mon, i thought you said it wasn't a big deal. so how come you're crying?"

“because! i feel lame. and because kazuha’s perfect, by the way. she’d probably cry too if she knew i was crying.”

he pulls you closer, “you’re not lame, y/n. you think i’d keep you around so long if i didn’t think you were insanely cool?”

you breathe through your tears, “you just keep me around because i’m insane?”

“insanely cool! open your ears, idiot.”

“you just called me an idiot. idiots are pretty lame.”

he sighs when he feels his tshirt get damper, your body so weak under his hold. he pats your hair softly, “sorry, that’s not what i meant. but seriously, y/n, you know i’m bad at saying this stuff but i seriously cannot stress enough how highly i think of you.” his hand moves to rub your back, “and you’re so much more than perfect, you know? like sometimes you don’t do a paper till three hours before and still get an A. and then, you come up with comebacks to my arguments in your own unique ways, and trust me, nobody can argue with me like you do.”

you pull away, “all right, now you’re embarrassing me. why do i sound like a bossy nerd or something?”

“you can be that at times. hey, but you forgot the part where you’re hot as shit. and also pretty.”

“i feel like that last part was an afterthought, mingyu,” you bite back a laugh, “you really only keep me around for my tits, don’t you?”

“dude, can you let me wholesome for once? i’m trying to console you, so would you stop playing devil’s advocate?”

“sorry, i’m just,” you hesitate with a heavy sigh and then, you blurt out, "i’m scared i’ll never fall in love. i’ll never find it at all.”

“now that’s some stupid thoughts you’re having,” mingyu shakes you by the shoulders, “you’ve just been blinded by your crush on jeonghan for so long that you haven’t explored anyone else at all.”

“are you volunteering to be my crush right now?” you ask, jokingly.

mingyu’s smirk catches you off-guard, “what if i am? it wouldn’t be the worst thing if i was your boyfriend.”

you feel yourself heating up a little for some reason, head in a daze from his earlier shower of compliments and now this. so instead of trying to make sense of it all, you press yourself into him in a hug. “yeah, it wouldn’t.”

—

“hoshi, you little shit!” you throw yourself around the guy when you spot him on the night of the flea market, the product of a long and actually insane week. he laughs when he realizes it’s you, pulling you into a hug, “bro, y/n, why is this my first time seeing in you in literal years?”

“i don’t know, i just kinda see you walking around sometimes. maybe if you actually showed up to econ class, i’d see you more.”

hoshi flinches, “you can’t be bringing econ up right now. that class is kicking my ass. i can’t keep showing up to that kind of humiliation.”

the two of you catch up at last, as people swarm around the different stalls set up along the college street. you were relieved after having finished this damn event. cheers to sleep, right?

hoshi tells you all about his new situationship with a guy in another class and how he’s regretting inviting him to the party tomorrow night. “why? believe it or not, people are more fun when drunk.”

hoshi rolls his eyes, “yeah, well, i couldn’t get any more fun. so instead i become incontrollable. an absolute animal.”

“right, i remember that. so you’re scared you’re gonna drive him off? i wouldn’t worry honestly. and if you want, i can keep you in check.”

he narrows his eyes in distrust, “you? you’re not much better than me drunk, okay? i feel bad for mingyu who’s gonna have to take care of you the whole time.”

you gasp, “wow, you’re taking mingyu’s side now? over mine? i thought we had something special.”

“you thought wrong,” comes mingyu out of nowhere, slinging his arm around hoshi’s shoulders.

“why are you here suddenly?” hoshi looks between the two of you, “i couldn’t not come to an event my lovely y/n herself planned, could i?”

hoshi laughs, “nice to see you two as jolly as ever. but also i must take your leave. i gotta go grab dinner soon.”

“hey, why don’t you come with us? we were gonna check out the new outlet the college opened.”

“oh, i would love to but i have plans with someone already.”

you nod your head in realization, “right of course, have fun. not too much, though. leave some for tomorrow.” he leaves with a full-toothed smile and you face mingyu.

he playfully pinches your cheek, “you confront him about missing us yet?”

you raise a shoulder in response, and as the flea market starts to fizzle out thanks to the darkening sky, your stomach grumbles. “let’s eat, please.”

ever since that night— you don’t want to say anything had changed between you and mingyu because your friendship had been long enough that even the slightest shift in dynamics would harmoniously just become the new status quo; the two of you had been through a lot together. but ever since that night, you’d been fooling around with him more, if that was possible.

it was along the lines of: less banter, more flirting? although one might argue that the former was just a derivative of the other. but semantics aside, this is what you know to be true: friends flirt with each other all the damn time.

that’s what you’re telling yourself when mingyu asks you to feed him some of the fried rice you’d gotten on your plate. and it was true: you’re almost a 100% certain that you’d flirted with every friend of yours, and that was just how it worked.

but intimacy came differently to everyone and mingyu’s just manifested in clinginess. he was pressed to your side for the entirety of dinner, and you couldn’t complain about the proximity. it was welcome, even, this form of friendship.

“you’re thinking too hard.” mingyu’s voice pulls you out of your little reflection session. “what’re you even thinking about? you should be all burnt out from all the work you did this past week.”

“i am,” you affirm, “but some things just don’t let up.”

he chuckles, patting your head affectionately as if to persuade your thoughts to let up for a while. it doesn’t help really, only gravitating the direction of the said thoughts toward kim mingyu even more.

“maybe repetition isn’t as bad as i always make it out to be,” you say, chin propped up against your fist on the table. mingyu had chosen a corner table of the newly opened eatery, next to a low window that glowed behind you in the remains of sunset as he shifted to completely face you. the sun had finally set. again.

“you’re right. routine is good for people.”

“but it doesn’t have to stay the same forever, you know?”

“hm?” mingyu can’t help but feel like you’re edging toward some underlying topic. you were like this since he could remember: you’d start off with some abstract and vaguely relevant concept (that had no doubt been plaguing you for a long time) and slowly circle around till he caught onto what you meant. you love playing games with him.

“repetition doesn't have to be redundant? i think there's something more subtle about it.”

he doesn’t know where you’re going with this, “but repetition is literally the same thing over and over?”

“yeah, but the ‘same thing’ itself can evolve,” your fingers knock against his, “i don’t know, i was just thinking about… us.”

“us? i guess we would be a good example of repetition.”

your gaze falls from his to find your hand instead, your fingers wrapping around his wrist until you’ve forced his palm open. his hand in your lap upside down, you pull at the fingers, “yeah, but we’ve changed a lot. for one, we fight a lot less. sometimes when i’m going to tell you a thought, you understand mid-sentence what i mean.”

“yeah, well, that’s what we get for knowing each that long. but really, what’s this about, y/n?” he captures your hand in his expertly, pulling your attention back to his face.

“do you ever think we should be more?”

mingyu breathes a laugh at that, a shiver running down his spine when he spots the solemn look on your face. and then, his smile turns grave. “y/n, we’ve talked about this before, haven’t we?”

“have we? every time i’m the one who brings it up and you kinda just shrug it off. no, don’t even try to argue with me. you shrug the serious stuff off. always.”

it’s true, mingyu admits in defeat, mind racing as he considers why you’re bringing this up now. the answer is easy: you were finally available. but he doesn’t say it out loud, like he never does. you’d confronted him about the state of your friendship before, unafraid to wonder out loud what it would be like if you started dating. you’ve received all forms of shut-downs from mingyu before so you figured you were the only one in an ambiguous place about your feelings for him.

if someone was to ask if you like mingyu, you’d probably say yes, but it’s more than that. you know better than to blindly fall for him. witnessing him in his relationships before, you know he can be ruthlessly cold to his partner once he’s out of love. you practice romantic love for mingyu: carefully because too much would definitely be dangerous.

“i have my reasons, y/n.” there it is. the strict mingyu. the rigidity in setting his boundaries was something you admired and aspired for when he exhibited it in the past. right now, you want to punch him.

you’re without a filter with him so it’s unfair when he treats you like this. you let him know as much: “i want to punch you right now. i’ve hidden nothing from you, and yet, there’s this wall you keep yourself behind. is this really one-sided?”

mingyu doesn’t know what to do with you right now, “y/n, why are you—”

“no, because it's not like i can't take a hint. so one minute you're flirting with me and then, you push me away like right now,” you point to his estranged fingers, “but then you act like nothing happened and go right back to being all intimate and touchy.”

“i just…” mingyu lets out an exasperated sigh, “i just don’t see the reason for labels. why do we have force ourselves into a restriction like that? we’ve always been above conforming.”

it’s your turn to sigh heavy enough your head hits the wall behind you. wasn’t this just his way of friend-zoning you back into silence? you’ve always been too embarrassed to push him this far because you don’t mean to hurt him. but you feel as though you’ve hurt yourself long enough now.

“so why’d you say that the other night? that it would be nice if you were my boyfriend?”

this leaves him speechless for a few beats and you continue, “that was just because i was heartbroken from jeonghan? you’re playing prince charming for me so i can go back to being your trusty little best friend?”

“y/n, you know that’s not true. i’m not playing anything in your life. i’m just being myself.”

you scoff, “you really are so fucking—”

“why are we actually fighting right now?” mingyu asks through an incredulous laugh, “this is actually so petty, dude, let’s stop. you know i love you, right?”

mingyu’s last resort makes its presence: a non-committal i love you. because at the end of the day, you’re still best friends. what was a little ‘i love you’ in today’s economy? nothing. especially when you’d hear him throw the phrase around all the time.

you stand up in defeat, “fine, let’s stop. you win.” you gesture for him to move to the side and he does so reluctantly when you glare at him like you’re genuinely mad. (you are.)

he follows you out the door, catching your elbow to slow you down. “don’t be like this. i know you’re mad at me.”

“i’m not mad. i'm tired and i just want to go back to my room,” you seethe, walking faster than him. he grabs hold of your shoulder turning you around.

“if you’re gonna storm off, at least go the right way.” you huff softly and let him steer you the right way to your dorm, hands still on you. you spend the way to the front of your room silently, waiting for mingyu to say something but he just does what he does best: take care of you.

as you reach the door of your room, he pauses, apologetic smile on display. “listen, let’s talk more tomorrow? get some sleep.” he reaches for your hair, tenderly running his fingers through the locks. there it is: the soft mingyu, his eyes wide as he stares you down for signs of stress.

his warm arm pressed againsts yours, you realize you don’t want him to just leave. you know the drill: tomorrow morning, he’ll text you to meet for lunch and everything will go back to being unsaid. maybe he’ll bring along seungcheol so you don’t bring anything up again. either way, it’ll be so natural you’ll think nothing ever happened. but you want something to happen.

so your hand settles around his bicep to hold on and partly to keep him in place. you lean in, “let me do one last thing and if you want to stop, i’m never bringing this up again. i promise.”

you don’t give mingyu a moment to react to your words and instead raise yourself up to his level, other hand on his chest, and press your lips to his. you kiss mingyu after the thirteen years that you’ve known him and the ten that you’ve wanted to. you counted the years just as you count the seconds that it takes for him to come to his senses and pull himself away.

he looks less upset than you imagined: more dazed. like he can’t believe what you’ve done. he looks at you with his lips parted and you have to tear your gaze apart, lest you should tear yourself apart with longing.

“y/n, i…” he looks away and that’s enough evidence you need. you step away from him, your easy smile back in its place, not before you pat his arm as it falls from you.

“it's okay. i understand. let’s be friends, mingyu,” you declare suddenly, catching him off-guard. you'd pulled all the stops and if he genuinely was uncomfortable with pushing the line between platonic and romantic, you would respect that.

he begins to say something but you don’t want to hear him speak, at least not right now when the sound of blood rushing to your head is the loudest it's ever been, and you certainly don’t want to falter again. you’ve decided. “good night."

—

mingyu should feel relieved. he really should be happy that you’re back to normal around him, friendly and playful like you’ve always been. he should count his blessings that you’ve accepted the status of your relationship with him as it is. but as he falls asleep that night, all that comes to his mind is the smile you’d sported as you asked to be friends.

it was all wrong: your lips against his, that was something of his dreams, not a reality he has to be escaping from. it replays in his head, your scent that he’d caught a whiff of now and then, whenever you’d wrap your arms around him. the heat of your skin he’d rationalize as the comforting presence of a friend for days later.

he’ll soon come to know how insanely stupid he’s being right now but until you knock some sense into him, he simply plays along with a sting he hides pretty well. he should, he’s been doing it for years now.

it’s the night of hoshi’s party already and he’s walking over to the location of the pregame, alone because according to a text fifteen minutes ago, you’re still not ready. you’d invited yunjin and some other friends to your and kazuha’s abode to apparently make the process easier, but if mingyu knows anything about the group, you’ve probably spent more time selecting the right song to play than get ready.

the door to dino and hoshi’s shared residence is already open as he strolls in, finding a group already on the floor, taking shots. he makes eye contact with jeonghan who beckons him closer and mingyu takes a seat next to him.

space is scarce so mingyu finds his arm pressed uncomfortably close to jeonghan’s, who oohs at mingyu’s fit, “ooh, you look positively sexy.”

mingyu grimaces, “do you have to put it like that?” he does look … positively sexy, mingyu admits, in the navy blue shirt he wore but— and here’s the punchline— with the buttons undone all the way to right above his navel.

“where’s y/n, by the way?” jeonghan asks, an eye at the entrance as he slides a shot glass toward mingyu. the question irks mingyu for obvious reasons and he keeps him waiting for a minute, waiting to down the liquid in glass (vodka unfortunately for his throat) to answer him. “um, she’s still getting ready. any minute now.”

“ha, that means she’ll be another ten. that’s a shame, i was hoping to pour her first shot.” jeonghan shrugs resentfully.

maybe the alcohol’s working faster since it’s been a while for mingyu, but his mouth runs faster than his head, “why’d you care? i thought you asked kazuha out a while ago.”

jeonghan raises a brow at that, “hmm. i did. but things did not work out so well. what with kazuha feeling guilty about y/n and… well, i also…”

“feel guilty?” mingyu asks, voice strained. he’s annoyed at having to listen to jeonghan’s side of the story. he could not care less about humanizing him and whatnot. he’s watched you suffer for far too long to be empathetic right now.

“yeah. and i thought i might like y/n, too, after all.” jeonghan says it so casually as if discussing his performance in a particularly challenging college course, not his feelings for a person who he’d recently rejected.

the word might pierces mingyu’s ears. the uncertainty behind it is in such stark contrast to his own… feelings toward you that he genuinely feels his breath heat up.

or maybe that’s just jeonghan when he leans over to refill his glass. “drink up, buddy.” mingyu’s just about ready to make a scene right now, shoving jeonghan’s hand off his back but suddenly jeonghan’s standing up, making his way to—

you. you’re here.

almost as soon as he catches sight of you, he looks away, pretending to give the vodka in his hand all the attention in the world, as he puts his lips to it and empties it. head is now light. that’s probably enough for now, he decides as he puts his glass down.

when he looks back up, you’re at the kitchen counter with yunjin and kazuha.. and jeonghan, who’s grinning as he hands out the bottles of fireball to the group, no doubt marketing it so convincingly that you’d think you came up with the idea yourself.

mingyu shoots to his feet, regretting it when his vision darkens but he pushes past, eyes focused on your figure— god, he forgot how hot you look in that dress. he tries to keep his thoughts in check as he approaches you, but it doesn’t help that your makeup’s even more meticulous than usual, eyes glittering and lips delightfully glossy.

he breaks into the space between you and jeonghan, arm against yours, catching your attention.

“my guy!!” you exclaim when you see him and then your eyes trail down to his chest and then back up to his face where his hair sits parted with the help of some gel. “you look like a slut. i love it.”

mingyu laughs, subjecting you to a similar once-over, “you’re one to talk.” your hair’s back in a bun of sorts, a rare occurrence because you seem to prefer have it around your face. he can’t help but pause at your exposed collarbones, the gold shadow you applied there earlier doing wonders to his already dazed headspace.

“is it already that part of the night where mingyu starts hitting on everyone?” yunjin complains, reserving the alternate version of her question (something along the lines of how impolitely he’d been eye-fucking you in front of everyone) for some other time as she nudges you to open the fireball in your hands.

you do so, looking at jeonghan who offers one to mingyu, which he refuses as he leans against the counter, hand silently at your back just in case. “you’re not drinking?” you ask, quietly enough only for the two of you, just in case he wasn’t comfortable sharing.

“nah, i just had two shots of vodka back there. trying not to mix for the sake of me tomorrow,” he mutters, patting your back encouragingly, “but let me know if you need help finishing that.”

jeonghan eyes mingyu on the side as the trio clink their bottles together and get to downing them. later, as things start picking up and more people make their way into the party, mingyu finds your arm. “do you want me to stay close by?” he frames the question in a way that you have an out, because he can tell that you’re still unhappy with him.

but you’re tipsy when your hand interlocks into his, “only if you’re going to dance like you mean it.”

the night goes better than you expect it to, especially since mingyu’s let loose for once. or perhaps… he’s always this carefree when drunk, palms kneading at your waist, keeping you close to his chest, which you try your best to not get too used to touching. he sure knows how to keep you on your toes (sometimes literally) even when wasted because you’re trying not to get too close. for you own sake.

that is until hoshi shows up beside you two, pulling you apart as he introduces you to a friend.. or a partner? you can’t hear in this state and just as you try to lean in closer to hear what he’s saying, you feel a presence at your shoulder, fingers poking you.

you turn to find jeonghan behind you, sloppy smile on his face as he screams something at you. you frown, asking him to repeat himself, hand on his bicep to steady yourself against the movement of the party.

“need to talk to you about something!” his words come at you, clearer. “right now?” you shout back, “what the fuck is it?” your body doesn’t want to stop moving so you groove against his side, and momentarily catching a glimpse mingyu’s heavy gaze on you. you almost completely stop then but jeonghan’s pulling you away, after him to a relatively emptier zone of the house.

you’re breathless, you realize, now that the spell of the music’s been broken. you rest against the damp wall behind you, uncaring as you look around for a liquid to quench your thirst. cunning as ever, jeonghan’s already handing you a plastic cup with a transparent liquid.

you narrow your eyes at him despite how wasted you are. “what’s this?”

he laughs, “i’m glad you’re vigilant as ever. this is water. cold. drink up.”

you comply, your throat throbbing ever so lesser after you’re done and you sigh in relief. “you might have broken my heart but you’re still an angel, jeonghan.”

“ahhh,” he exclaims joining your side against the wall. you frown when you take note of his fingers clasped together, almost fidgeting. yoon jeonghan, fidgety? that’s a first for you.

“actually, that’s what i wanted to talk to you about…”

when mingyu looks away from hoshi and his company to see if you were listening and when he finds out that you’re in fact in jeonghan’s embrace, he’s suddenly sober. and when your eyes find his for a moment, something in them changes and he calls out your name like a warning. but then jeonghan’s already leading you elsewhere.

mingyu wants to follow after you immediately but he realizes hoshi’s still talking to him. “hoshi, bro, can i find you in a while? i gotta make sure y/n’s okay.”

but hoshi stops him in his tracks, hand on his chest, “wait. please tell me you told her…?” he trails off uncertainly as mingyu catches on what he’s saying.

“i haven’t,” he admits, eyes still searching the crowd for you, “but i think it’s time that i do. only so much i can take.”

“that’s the spirit, man! okay, now go kiss y/n for me.” hoshi pushes mingyu with a start, not before the the latter shoots the man a glare and takes off in his search for you.

you’re still in that corner with jeonghan, who’s done narrating the past week’s revelations to you, all about his failed attempts with kazuha and his slow understanding of his real feelings about you. you’re far more unaffected that either of you was expecting, arms crossing in thought.

but then you say, “well, that’s fucking stupid. because i’ve realized i wasn’t as down bad for you as i once thought i was.” jeonghan’s smile falls a little with a disappointed sigh. “but,” you continue, “you know what i’m still curious about?”

when your hand creeps up jeonghan’s shoulder, he thinks he knows where you’re going with this. “i’ve wanted know if you’re really as good at kissing as everyone makes you out to be.” jeonghan’s already moving closer to you, enveloping your face in his hands, and his devilish grin’s spills out as his lips find your ear. “let’s find out?”

and that’s how mingyu finds you wrapped around jeonghan, making out like this was your last day living. and for a moment, he considers giving up and letting you have this. he even stops in his tracks in the crowd, his thoughts so easily drowned out by the music if he just lets go.

but his mind’s reeling when the sight of you kissing someone else just pushes him back a day ago when you were leaning up into him, soft breaths risking your lips against his and the way your body pressed into his just right. his feet move without a thought, then, shouldering through the bodies around the two in the corner.

you’re just pulling away from jeonghan to start to say something about how that wasn’t too bad when his body is lifted away from yours with an unannounced jerk. you gasp and then once again when mingyu’s face comes floating in front of yours.

“mingyu,” you breathe, unsteady from the series of events this past minute, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“what the fuck are you doing?!” he screams in your face, hands on both arms to keep you from moving. jeonghan’s walking to your side and you want to say something to apologize but you’re far too infuriated with the man in front of you to think.

“i don’t know! trying to get laid? finding happiness? love?!” you scream back with as much force. you call out jeonghan’s name, “i’m sorry. mingyu’s too drunk to—”

“jeonghan,” warns mingyu when the guy tries to break you free from his embrace, “can i have a minute with y/n.” it isn't a question.

jeonghan has the nerve to say, “maybe not. i wouldn’t leave you alone with her in this state.”

“oh, she’ll be just fine,” he replies and jeonghan simply looks at you for confirmation. but you’re still looking at mingyu, starting to tear up, head throbbing all at once. you stop fighting against his grip and mumble in defeat, “whatever.”

“if you’re going to lecture me about being bad, i don’t really want to hear it.” you’re back next to the kitchen counters with mingyu beside you. slowly, you sit yourself up on the surface, feeling exhausted. “i’ve heard it before.”

“no, that’s not what i’m doing. i just want you to stop and think clearly—”

you groan when you hear the beginnings of a typical you’ll regret this in the morning type talk, you slide off the counter and to your delight, you run into a guy holding up a can of beer for the taking. you’re quick to jump at it, grabbing it up from him and pulling the tab of the can open. just as you put the beer to your lips, ready to chug it, you feel it being pulled away, the next few moments occuring before you can comprehend anything.

suddenly you’re sitting back on the counter and your dress rides up when you feel mingyu push himself in between your legs. at first, you see his face close on yours and then the taste of beer meets your throat. no, it’s not just beer— it’s mingyu. his tongue spills onto yours, beer mixing with saliva and when you try to pull away, his hand at your neck tightens. you sit up straight and you feel his watch digging into your spine.

your head spins when you can finally breathe, inhaling only to cough out. heart in your throat, you look at mingyu in disbelief, “what the fuck!” but he’s already taking another sip of the beer and some of it slides down your throat into your dress, when his mouth finds yours again.

you’re weak in his arms, and the heat between your legs is only so rational. so you find yourself giving in and kissing him back when the liquid runs out, nails finding his scalp, earning you a deep groan that vibrates against your chest. that’s when he pulls away again, eyes finally meeting yours with an unprecedented intensity.

he leans in again, wet kiss against your cheek, followed by a grunted whisper of, “i love you so fucking much, y/n. it’s so hard to watch you run around with other men.”

you want to think you’re hearing things but mingyu doesn’t let you, another kiss right in the nape of your neck that sends shudders down your back. “i want to be yours so fucking bad. want to spoil you like you deserve.”

you swallow against the moan that rises in your throat, to pull mingyu’s face back to your eye-level, “then why aren’t you mine? why’d you push me away?” your voice breaks, betraying the pretense of indifference you try to prop up. his eyes soften, fingers brushing against your forehead.

his lips quiver and he sighs defeatedly. it’s a miracle you can hear him with all that noise around you. but you hear him clear as day against your hair when he finally says, “i’m scared. of loving you too much, of being too much. and i’m scared of losing you.”

mingyu’s imagined telling you these exact words before and how you’d react to them infinite times before but when you giggle into his collarbone, he pulls away with a blank look. your forehead is against his all over again and for the second time night you say, “that’s fucking stupid! if you were going to lose me, it would’ve happened a while ago.”

of all the things he’d imagine you saying in response, this was the simplest option, so unlike your usual overthinking self. maybe it’s the alcohol and adrenaline in your system speaking but mingyu somehow feels comforted, because maybe it really is that simple. it would’ve happened if it was going to. or maybe mingyu’s too drunk to make sense of it all right now.

so his lips are moving against yours once again, without warning, your breath all his when his arms tighten once against around you. you’re laugh grounds him enough to break away. you open your mouth to complain about the distance when mingyu’s back against your skin.

“shut the fuck up,” he groans, the command making you hotter than you’d like to admit. your legs close around his ass, pulling him closer and his hand slips across your boobs. the friction of his palm against the tight fabric of your dress makes you let out an undignified moan into mingyu.

that’s when he knows he needs to take you to somewhere more private for reasons more than one. you’re too lightheaded to move yourself so mingyu’s carrying out the house without a word anyone you two came with. it’s only when the cold air hits you that you realize you’re outside.

you struggle against mingyu until you're back on your feet and stop. “where are we going? i’m— do i know you, mister guy?” for a second, mingyu’s heart sinks when he wonders if you thought you were just making out with a stranger. then, you say, “i need to go back and find mingyu. gotta kiss him.”

ignoring the blush that colors his face, he grabs hold of your elbow, “i am mingyu, idiot. and we’re going to my room.” you shake your head to clear your vision, eyes widening when you recognize him. your hand finds his face with a light laugh, “ah! it’s my big guy.” the name doesn’t help mingyu’s condition at all, so he’s pulling you after him faster than before.

back at the party, kazuha starts panic when she realizes she’s lost hold of you, unable to locate you anywhere within the party. she tugs at yunjin’s sleeve who looks over in concern, “what happened to y/n? i can’t find her anywhere.” yunjin laughs at that, covering her mouth with her hand. “don’t worry about her. i saw her and mingyu leave together earlier. she’s probably in heaven by now, if i’m right.”

“hmm?” kazuha pauses as a thought pops up into her head, “wait… did they…?” yunjin grins knowingly, “yup. it really was high time they fucked.” the former lets out a satisfied giggle, “i know. they were so obvious without even being together. i was getting tired.”

“you were getting tired?!” you gasp at mingyu later in the night, panting against his pillow. you’re on your back and he throws you a tshirt of his to sleep in now that your dress is… demolished. you look at it sadly out of the corner of your eye. “i really liked that dress,” you whine, as he picks the remains of it up with a somewhat smug grin, “planned to wear it out again.”

“i couldn’t risk that. you looked too good in it,” he chuckles to himself as he jumps into bed with you. you sit up, feigning anger as you slip the cotton over your head, warming up when the smell of mingyu greets you. “i don’t know if i could resist seeing your tits out like that.”

you hit his chest hard with a lighthearted scoff, “i knew it! you’re such a pervert. not just a pervert, you’re also a brute.” you groan as you rub your thighs together gingerly. mingyu props himself up, pulling you down into a hug, rubbing your back. “sorry, does it hurt a lot?”

“it’ll hurt more in the morning,” you relax in his arms, pressing a loving kiss into his hair, “should’ve known you went so rough. asshole.” you giggle when he pulls away in disbelief at the last insult.

“how could you—!” you roll away from him, laughing. he shifts closer, caging you against the wall behind you, “hey, you can’t say stuff like fuck i knew you’d have a big dick and then expect me to go all vanilla! do you know what that does to a guy?”

you shriek in embarrassment, “don’t bring that up now!” your ears redden when mingyu forces you by the chin to look up at him. “besides, where do you think the nicknames like big gyu and big guy came from?”

mingyu’s jaw falls open at the revelation and you break out into a fit of laughter at his mindblown expression. “how- how long have you been thinking about my di-”

you hit him to stop him, “ever since you kept pushing me away,” you run a hand down his side, sly grin on your swollen lips, “and i had to come up with something if i wanted to get myself off alone.”

with an exasperated groan, he falls against you, suffocating you as his body goes limp above yours. you let out a gasp when you feel him hardening against your leg and he speaks into your neck, “you’re seriously telling me i’ve been missing out on taking you like this for… for how long now?”

you kiss his cheek, hand slipping down his boxers with a soft exhale, “a while. and if you hadn’t come to your senses today… well, i’d all but given up on you today. when jeonghan kissed me, i was just going to—”

suddenly your breath escapes you, mingyu’s hand around your throat and his lips on yours with a loud grunt. he stops your hand in its movements, “please tell me you’re not talking about jeonghan while— fuck!” he gasps when you bite his lower lip to protest his hand on yours. his hand gives way and you’re palming the tent in his boxers again, pushing him down against the bed, so thankful he doesn’t have a rooommate in times like this.

you place a kiss at the corner of his lips and trail down his chest, shirt long gone, before muttering, “forgive me?”

—

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

i really want to write a more wholesome ending but have not the time or energy right now, so i'll be back with a shorter spin-off/ epilogue of sorts about how you and mingyu as a couple work out, how your friends react, some skinship, etc.

anyway, this is my official announcement that i've become a baby carat :] didn't know how much i was missing out on before svt so this is very fun. so far, jeonghan's my favorite little guy, although as is clear from this... mingyu makes me do things. on the roster are: minghao and joshua. hopefully there will be more svt fics in the future. no promises <3 goodbye friends and foes!!

[bro-atz]

don’t be jealous

in which: mingyu's jealous of how close you're getting with seungcheol

pair: mingyu/afab!reader

word count: 1k

content: smut, a little jealousy, chair sex, completely consensual

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"No, it goes over there."

Seungcheol grabbed your hand and put the puzzle piece where he thought it fit, but it didn't. You slapped him playfully and said, "Dummy, I told you, it goes over here!"

Seungcheol nudged you with his shoulder lightly and said, "I'm not a dummy, you are."

You placed your palms on his cheeks and squished them, making his lips purse. Seungcheol mirrored your actions, his palms on your face. You grinned and poked his cheeks, Seungcheol's hands now holding onto your wrists. You resisted against his grip while laughing, a smile plastered to your face. Just as you lightly butted your head against Seungcheol's forehead, Mingyu walked into the kitchen in pursue of finding something to quench his thirst.

"Did I interrupt something?"

You quickly tore yourself out of Seungcheol's grip and shook your head.

"No, we were just working on a puzzle."

You got up from the stool you were sitting on and walked over to the fridge where Mingyu was taking out a bottle of ice tea.

"Need anything?" you asked Mingyu.

Mingyu cleared his throat and bent down, his lips by your ear. His voice dropped several decibels as he said, "Follow me."

Mingyu then turned on his heel and exited the kitchen, you shrugging at Seungcheol as you followed him.

"We'll finish it later," you told Seungcheol as you turned the corner.

Mingyu led you to his bedroom, a solemn look on his face. He closed the door behind you while you sat down on his bed. Mingyu pulled the chair from his desk and sat down in front of you, his bottle of iced tea resting on the desk.

"Why did you tell me to follow you?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

Mingyu held out his hand and willed you to hold his hand. You placed your hands in his and were forced to stand up as Mingyu pulled you into his embrace, his arms around your waist. He sat you down on his lap and started planting soft kisses on the side of your neck, his nose brushing against your ear. His teeth nipped the lobe of your ear as he muttered, "I don't like seeing you that close to Seungcheol."

You hummed in a soft tone, "Are you jealous?"

Mingyu nodded against your neck, his lips sucking lightly on your jaw. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you clung to him while leaning your head back slightly.

"Mmh, my little Mingyu is je— Ah!"

Mingyu sunk his teeth into the flesh above your jawline, causing you to abruptly stop your sentence. You could feel him smirk against your jaw as his fingers tugged at the waistband of your jeans. Somehow, as you were sitting on his lap, Mingyu managed to unbutton your jeans and slip the jeans off your waist and thighs. You happened to be wearing a thong that day, which he simply pushed to the side as he rubbed your entrance. He unzipped the zipper hoodie you were wearing with his other hand and slipped it off your shoulders. You were only wearing a sports bra, a very loose one for that matter, and Mingyu managed to slip it off your breasts and down your torso within seconds. He trailed kisses down to your breast and sucked on the flesh right where your breasts started, your hands working on his basketball shorts.

Mingyu groaned against your breasts as you pulled off both his shorts and boxers, revealing his stiffened dick. You scooted forward on his lap, your pussy rubbing against his dick. Mingyu stopped rubbing your folds and started massaging your breast as his other arm snaked around your waist and his lips were rooted on yours. As you continued kissing him, you shifted your position so that you were hovering above his dick. With one hand, you were holding onto Mingyu's shoulder, and with the other, you were holding onto his dick and rubbing it back and forth along the lips of your cunt before positioning it.

You sat back down on Mingyu slowly, his dick sliding through you easily. Mingyu moaned alongside you as you pushed yourself into Mingyu's chest, your whole lower body being pushed back. Mingyu continued massaging your breast, his tongue intruding into your mouth. You raised and lowered your abdomen as Mingyu moved his hips along with yours. His dick seemed to penetrate through you as you sat yourself back down on his lap every time you pushed yourself up. You knees trapped Mingyu's legs as you kneeled on the chair and sped up your gyrations, Mingyu moaning into your mouth loudly. Your breath hitched as you felt yourself nearing your climax, Mingyu's arms guiding your waist as you kept moving up and down.

You moaned and smiled as you came on Mingyu, your lips still pressed against his. Mingyu came shortly after he pulled out of you, his cum covering most of your stomach. With the feeble strength you had, you got up off of Mingyu's lap and waddled to his bed before collapsing onto his bed. Mingyu got up after you and laid down next to you, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he continued leaving red marks on your neck and collarbone. You sighed and were going to tell him something had it not been for the rumbling of his stomach.

"Are you hungry?"

Mingyu nodded against your neck, his face a light shade of red.

"Let's go get you something to eat."

You sat up and cleaned yourself off with the tissues Mingyu kept on his desk and got dressed while Mingyu just pulled on his boxers and shorts because his shirt was still on. The two of you walked out of Mingyu's bedroom, Mingyu's arm around your waist. You entered the kitchen to find Seungcheol still working on the puzzle.

"Hey, I heard a lot of moaning, are you gu—" Seungcheol started his statement without looking up until he asked, or wanted to ask, if you were okay. However, he took one glance at your neck and his eyes widened.

"What happened to your neck?!"

Mingyu pulled you in tighter and said, "Mine."

You turned your back to Seungcheol, embarrassed because of all the red marks on your neck, and dug your face into Mingyu's chest. Mingyu hugged you into his chest and blushed again as Seungcheol continued staring at the both of you in utter shock and maybe a little disgust.

Seungcheol never approached you the same way again.

[addicsvt]

11:11 pm

pairing - established relationship | husband mingyu x reader genre - fluff/angst? word count - 800 warnings - not proof-read, negative thoughts, tiny bit of unspecified mental issues. synopsis - kim mingyu, the man who has never failed to steal your heart. a/n - happy super late birthday to my man <3 can be read as a pt.2 to sincerely yours!

"gyu" you mutter, the nickname spills out of your mouth effortlessly. You don't really know how you ended up like this, how your head ended up on his lap, how you ever got the chance to meet someone as amazing as him, and how you think that you don't deserve him at all. Your getting side-tracked.

"hm?" he questions as you let out another sigh of contentment, you really could stay like this forever. Mingyu is too perfect, he's every girls dream. A pretty man who knows how to cook? Sign the whole female population up. It's times like these where you wonder why he chose you, out of 8 billion people, why you?

"your over-thinking again," he whispers softly, continuing to play with your hair. You always said that you were a closed book, but mingyu somehow managed to read every single page. He knew how you were feeling, he knew when your thoughts would get so loud, he knew when your thoughts would become self de-appreciating. He knew everything.

"i was wondering about something," you mumble. Mingyu knew how to keep you grounded whenever your mind was floating. He wasn't necessarily forcing you to stop over-thinking but when you started thinking negatively about yourself he would ground you, support you, be there for you.

"and what were you wondering about love?" he asks looking down at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever. You think that you might just fall in love with your husband again. He had child-like innocence and you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and pepper his whole face with kisses.

"i was wondering, why do you love me?" you question softly, this question had been running through your head all month day. Out of so many people, why you? He could've went for a prettier female idol, one that could match his status, why you?

"Your asking me that 2 years into our marriage?" He says sarcastically letting out a soft chuckle. To be honest, mingyu loves you for everything. He loves your pretty smile, your pretty eyes, your hair that he has the privilege to play with, your soft lips, everything. He loves your flaws (he doesn't really think they're flaws) too, he loves how you'll keep talking, he loves how you'll take an hour to decide between sushi or pizza, he loves how awkward you are in social settings.

"shut up! can't a girl ask a question" you protest slightly, but you don't really mean it. If someone asked you why you loved mingyu you would come up with a whole 2000 word essay. Mingyu would constantly re-assure you, tell you how pretty you were every single day, flooding your notifications with "ily, come back into my arms asap" messages every single hour.

"If you want the answer, I love everything about you." he began, he knew how cheesy he sounded but he didn't care. Nothing mattered when it came to you.

"that's cheesy." you comment laughing softly, you suddenly felt a finger resting on your lips. If mingyu tried to tell you what he loved about you he would probably run out of breath, you had so many amazing qualities that he would probably need a life-time to list it out.

"it's true though, i love everything about you. your smile, your sweet laugh, every single one of your moles, your dimples, your bread cheeks." He rambled removing his finger from your lips. You were too perfect for him, most days he would be left thinking how someone like you chose him. You were so charming and attractive how did no one else take you before him?? The world was missing out on you.

"shut up... your making me fall in love with you again." you grumble softly, you weren't annoyed, not at all. Mingyu smiled softly, that was his wife right there.

"I can make you fall in love again, wanna see how?" he snickered softly, you knew he was going to do something definitely. You always fed into his antics though, watching him smile like an adorable puppy after getting treats always made your heart melt. That was the main reason why you treated bobpul like he was your own child.

"and how will you do that?" you questioned, adding fuel to the fire. Mingyu didn't respond but smiled softly, trapping your lips in a kiss.

Mingyu has kissed you many times, but this time feels different. Your hair is messy, his hair is messy. Your wearing nothing but his oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, bare-faced. But when he sweeps you into a kiss it makes your heart beat faster than it should've. Something about the suddenness of the kiss almost sent your heart into cardiac arrest. You were going to sue him for this.

@ADDISCVT 2024

[snowyul]

⠀⠀𐔌ֺ⠀。⠀ ꯭🍩⠀ִ〬ᥢᥱᥕ ꫀᩛ𝑖ᥬ᳢𝗌 ֯ 。ֺ⠀▒〭 ֯ ⃢ 🔋

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶︶。︶⠀︶︶。ֺׂ⠀⠀︶

[sunshyni]

duvido você 🫵🏻 sunsun me fazer alguma coisa com o mingyu DUVIDO D U V I D O

notas: desafio aceito, Sunnyzinha 🫡 Confesso que queria ter feito melhor, mas a minha cabecinha engenhosa me levou a isso, espero que você goste!!! (e eu jurando que o primeiro membro do seventeen com quem eu iria escrever seria o dk, ai, ai 👀)

w.c: 1k

warnings: um tantinho assim 🤏 sugestivo, o Mingyu é um perfeito cavalheiro, ouvi muito “toothbrush” do DNCE produzindo isso, tipo uma quantidade obscena mesmo, 'cês não tão entendendo KKKKKK

Boa leitura, docinhos! 🤍

5. baby, you don't have to rush. you can leave a toothbrush at my place

— Você tem sardas — Mingyu constatou enquanto você acostumava os olhos com toda a luminosidade que perspassava as cortinas do quarto, apertando o lençol da cama que cobria seu corpo seminu.

Aquela era a primeira vez que você se permitia estar sem o delineado fininho e o batom vermelho de 24 horas na frente de Mingyu, então, a princípio você ficou em alerta, sentiu um incômodo na barriga que parecia muito com a sensação de ansiedade, mas tudo isso passou quando ele beijou a pontinha do seu nariz repleto de pontilhados adquiridos pela falta de protetor numa viagem quente, antes de você cobrir metade do rosto com o lençol, certa de que não poderia culpar o blush dessa vez pelas suas bochechas num tom rubro.

— Você fica linda e sexy de maquiagem, mas eu também gosto dessa constelação.

Mingyu te olhava como se estivesse diante de uma divindade feminina e você teimava em afirmar que ele estava errado, fazendo com que o Kim tentasse te mostrar o que ele via a respeito de você, todas as noites em que ambos estavam livres para passar um tempo um com o outro, não somente no sentido sexual, ele gostava de te buscar no seu ambiente de trabalho, te ligar em frente ao prédio repleto de janelas pra você alcançar alguma delas e poder contemplá-lo pequenininho no térreo com um aceno e um sorriso que chegava aos olhos muito rapidamente. As conversas sempre fluíam bem e Mingyu sentia-se em paz toda vez que se aconchegava no seu corpo pequeno e suas mãos involuntariamente procuravam sua cabeleira para acariciar com os dedos.

— Para, 'cê tá me deixando envergonhada — Você disse, o som da sua voz saindo um tanto quanto abafado por parte do seu rosto estar escondido por debaixo do lençol. Depois de muitos encontros fracassados em que os caras em questão prestavam atenção no seu decote antes de qualquer coisa, era uma surpresa e tanto ter encontrado Mingyu e seu forte intuito de adoração, alguém que realmente te respeitava e não estava a fim de saber o número da sua calça para te dizer com todas as letras de que você deveria perder alguns quilinhos era uma espécie em extinção, você achava que era, até Mingyu chegar.

— Por que? — Mingyu tirou o tecido que lhe cobria o rosto aos pouquinhos, o sorriso levemente predatório ocupando seus lábios devagar — Você não 'tava assim noite passada, me empurrando pra essa mesma cama aqui e me tratando feito seu súdito sexual. Não que eu esteja reclamando.

Flashes da noite anterior apareceram na sua cabeça num momento muito oportuno, o clima do encontro em união a todo o vinho caro e os sorrisos que Mingyu lançava para você desviando os olhos logo depois, foram o bastante para te fazer beijá-lo até o fôlego se esvair feito o fogo de um isqueiro, provocando uma inquietação sem fim que teve início no sofá da sala e prosseguiu até o quarto, de forma copiosa vencendo o extenuante até que ambos sentissem as pálpebras pesadas de sono e de prazer.

— Você me disse uma vez que eu poderia fazer qualquer coisa com você — Mingyu te olhou com adoração, venerando cara linhazinha que se encontrava e formava cada parte do seu rosto, umedecendo os lábios que de repente ficaram secos, consequência da sua grande capacidade de roubar-lhe o discernimento e as palavras — Portanto, eu tenho passe livre.

— Eu sou seu. Pode fazer o que você quiser — Você afastou o lençol do seu corpo, colocando a mão a frente dos olhos de Mingyu, pedindo silenciosamente que ele permanecesse com os olhos fechados por alguns instantes, até que você encontrasse a camiseta dele descartada horas atrás por suas mãos afoitas. Quando conseguiu encontrá-la pendurada em uma das extremidades da cômoda de Mingyu, você a vestiu, mais por medo do homem perder o encanto no seu corpo a luz do dia do que qualquer outra coisa, mesmo que os olhos dele estivessem sempre recheados por estrelas brilhantes toda vez que você se fazia presente, não importasse o horário.

Mingyu cobriu os olhos e esbanjou um sorriso bobo quando você o fez deitar-se de ponta-cabeça na cama de casal, colocando cada uma das pernas lado a lado do quadril masculino, tomando cuidado para não deixar recair seu peso sobre ele, no entanto ele era adepto a coisa e segurou sua cintura com firmeza, forçando-a para baixo, impedindo que você fosse tão delicada e insegura. Mingyu gostava da intensidade, da autenticidade, ele queria que você fosse honesta, que lhe contasse todos os seus medos, todos os seus pensamentos ao se olhar no espelho, porque ele também tinha suas hesitações e gostaria que vocês fossem o lugar de conforto um do outro.

— Me deixa... Me deixa te amar com as luzes acessas — Ele testou o terreno, entrelaçando os dedos nos seus e brincando com as mãos unidas enquanto falava coisas importantes para o relacionamento de vocês dois, Mingyu queria mais, queria beijar e observar cada detalhezinho que ele deixava passar sob a luz unicamente da lua, que alcançava o quarto em forma de feixes. Ele queria te fazer da sua modelo, do seu livro de anatomia pessoal e isso só funcionária se você se permitisse abrir mão dos seus temores, Mingyu não era feito os outros, ele era diferente de uma forma quase celestial e você tinha toda certeza do mundo que ele não iria te desapontar — Você não precisa ir embora com pressa, você pode ficar e...

— Posso? — Você se inclinou um bocado, o suficiente para dividirem a mesma respiração, as pupilas provavelmente se alimentando de uma boa quantidade das suas íris, como os olhos de Mingyu estavam agora, te mirando com fascínio, movendo a mão para as suas costas, descendo e invadindo o tecido da camiseta para tocar-lhe as coxas, você se viu prendendo o fôlego esperando por qualquer afirmação que veio na forma de um gesto de cabeça e uma fala doce.

— Você pode trazer sua escova de dentes, se quiser — Mingyu ergueu o tronco um pouco para encostar os lábios nos seus suavemente, dando a mínima para o hálito matinal — Eu só quero... Eu só quero tudo que você tem a me oferecer.

[gyuzgrl]

YOU GUYS HAD SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS FIC HOLY SHIT??? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE VOTE SO IK WHAT YOU WANT NEXT!!

[7698]

[heavenwithgyu]

but i know you’ll stay

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader (ft. roommate!minghao but not romantic at all)

genre: angst + fluff

a/n: part 2 to yspl (bc a couple ppl asked and i am a ppl pleaser…. not gonna tag them tho im sure they’ll find this……) uhhh the pov for this one is kinda weird and confusing but i like it that way tbh im sorry, also this was pulled out of my ass bc i didnt expect go write a part 2. btw i write a lot better at night, started this midday and finished it a few nights later so if you see my writing style change just know it was bc i was writing at night.

proofread: uhh no sorry :) scared to live up to ppls expectation for an ending so i dont read through it sorry

warnings: none !!

Mingyu sat in bed the next couple of hours, replaying in his head the night before and the mere minutes before you left. Nothing seemed like out of place, you two had dinner, kissed, fell asleep together, woke up together, and then you just left?

He couldn’t make out in his head what had gone wrong. It was eating him alive if he was to be honest, what was he supposed to make of it? Did you think him in the morning was too clingy? Did you think how you won him over was too easy? Did you think his morning breath was too bad?

His thoughts were racing, he kept glancing at where you had slept, hoping he would just wake up to find out it was a bad dream and see you next to him, still sleeping. Still next to him. Looking like an angel, as always.

He picked his phone up, staring at it. He was sure you had blocked him already, there’s no way you hadn’t. You would’ve gotten home by now, explained your situation to Hao, who would’ve told you to block him because there was no way to come back from that.

Unless you two started dating.

His lips tugged into a smile at the idea, despite how foolish it was at the moment, he let his heart get the better of him. Let him think of you two together, all the dates you could go on, all the sleepovers you could have, all the things he could buy you.

Your favorite things, more than he did already because now he would have a reason to instead of ‘I was gifted it and I know you liked it’ or ‘I found it’ despite it being brand new. He thought you knew his feelings for you already because he couldn’t keep it hidden, he was like a big puppy whenever you were around.

One call of his name and a bat of your eyelashes and he’s giving you whatever you wanted. He thought you knew that.

Perhaps you did.

Maybe last night was the final push and you realized just how much he liked you and just couldn’t deal with it, his lips pursed at the idea, he couldn’t handle thinking you not reciprocating and him having displayed his feelings so openly.

A sigh left him as set his phone back down, not knowing what to do.

Your phone suddenly buzzed and your heart was in throat immediately, staring down at it on your bed. Gyu wouldn’t have texted me, it was too soon, he hadn’t thought of it enough yet, you thought but you still looked at your lock screen to see the notif.

Someone uploaded on Instagram.

Of course it was that and not him, why would he text you?

After all, you were just some rebound to help him get over his fling. You should’ve left when he told you to, you regretted telling him to kiss you, you were the catalyst to the whole thing that left you in this mess.

Your best friend for years kissed you just because he missed his fling and was wine drunk, and you had told him to. Your head dropped into your hands, not knowing what to do to fix this.

You wanted to text him, to tell him that last night was a mistake and that you two could just forget the whole thing. Go back to normal, as if you never had that whole dinner, as if you two had never kissed.

Actually.. that wasn’t a bad idea.

You brought your phone up to your face, clicking on his text message to see him already typing. Your eyes widened and as you tried to click out of it, close the app, close your phone even, he had sent it already.

9:37 AM gyu !!: Hey ik you’ve already blocked me and everything but I miss you, I actually have a really big crush on you and have for a while and know you’ll never see this which is why I’m saying it through text

9:37 AM gyu <33: YOU DIDNT BLOCK ME?? WHAT???

9:38 AM gyu <33: IFNGORE WHAT I SAID WHAT THE HELL WHY DIDNT YOU BCLOK ME

9:38 AM gyu <33: DONT LOOK AT WHAT I SAID DONT LOOK

You felt yourself giggling at his texts, them coming in too fast for you to read what the original said at first. Once he stopped typing, you looked at it, your heart almost jumping out of your chest.

There was no way, right? He had to be lying, pranking you, this was a joke

9:38 AM you: You’re joking, right?

9:39 AM gyu <33: What

9:39 AM gyu <33: What would I be joking about? The panic? That was real

9:39 AM you: You don’t actually like me

9:39 AM gyu <33: What? You really didn’t know? You’re that stupid?

A scoff came out of you as you smiled, it couldn’t have been someone else because only he would be the type to confess and then immediately insult the person right after.

9:40 AM you: Just come over loser, we need to talk about this face to face

9:41 AM gyu <33: Been on my way since u read my text :P

Such a dork, you thought, simply waiting for him to get to your house now. It wouldn’t take long, he didn’t live that far away and considering the circumstances, he would probably speed to get here.

Not by much, but to shave off an extra minute or two. You scrolled on instagram as you waited, not knowing how else to pass the time, your thoughts clouded on what you would say to him.

You hadn’t even told him that you returned his feelings and you were sure he would tell you of that. A knock at your door had your heart racing, wondering how he could’ve possibly here so quickly, you were at your door in a flash, opening it ready to embrace him but paused— Hao stood there instead.

“Hey, do y’know where my sketchbook went? I thought I left it on my desk last night but it’s not there.” He asked with a yawn, ruffling his bedhead and with a shake of your head he was groaning, “Thanks anyway, I’ll find it probably.” He mumbled, walking off towards the living room where he drew often.

He was a quiet roommate which you loved, however once he got comfortable, his art projects tended to take up a lot of space and he often left clothing design sketches around. Not like you minded, but sometimes you had to collect them off your dining room table to put them in his room.

You shut your door back, sitting back on your bed and just staying like that. Electricity felt like it was coursing through your veins, the very image of him in your room, professing his feelings for you while holding your hands in his, instead of over text like his dumbass did, had your mind too occupied to do anything else.

If you had known his feelings this morning, you would’ve never left even if he would’ve asked you. He would’ve been stuck with you, but you knew he wouldn’t mind it, he never made you leave.

Another knock at your door drew you out of your daydream state, palms clammy as you walked over again, Hao couldn’t possibly be asking something again so it had to be him.

You got over to the door, it opening without you saying anything, “You didn’t say no so I know you’re not changing.” You heard his voice mutter while he walked in, his eyes meeting yours.

You were at a loss for words— again. He always did this to you, he knew that, he found it adorable each time, not that he would tell you unless you told him you felt the way he did.

“Man, I really messed up that confession, huh?” He said after a few seconds to break the tension, a laugh slipped past your lips before you were nodding.

You smiled at him widely, “You really did, no flowers or anything, just told me over text.” You teased, pushing his shoulder softly and he was chuckling, running a hand through his hair.

His eyes left yours as he realized he hadn’t brought you anything to re-confess, the smile that was plastered on his face grew sheepish while you watched his eyes trace things in your room, “Yeah, to be fair, I really thought you had blocked me. I just, I wanted to get it out there, y’know? That I loved you.” Your eyes widened at the statement, love, he loved you. You knew you loved him but to hear he felt the same? It was an indescribable feeling.

It was euphoric but also bittersweet, you had spent so long pining over each other and not taking hints that it led to this. “Gyu..” You muttered, his eyes meeting yours for a second before leaving again, almost like a puppy that had been scolded. “I love you too.” You told him, his entire body seemed to freeze.

He stopped breathing, seemingly taking in your words but too overrun by them to perform basic functions. He stuttered out a what, his eyes wide as they slowly met yours, another laugh rumbled out of your chest before you were just cupping his cheeks gently, pulling him into a kiss.

His hands grasped your waist, pulling your closer. He tasted of coffee, he had brewed himself some while deciding what to text you, albeit it was first draft because he didn’t want to pour his entire heart out into a message he thought you would never see.

He pulled back when he felt his lungs burned, foreheads pressed against one another while neither of you dared to open your eyes to end this moment, wanting to bask in it forever. “I love you.” You repeated in a hushed tone, his grip slacked slightly and your eyes cracked open to see a goody smile on his face.

He said it back, saying it over and over while peppering kisses on your face, giggles pouring out of you. “So we’re dating now right?” He asked when you both had calmed down, a roll of your eyes while you gave him a peck.

“Duh idiot, why wouldn’t we be?” You asked rhetorically, though he didn’t even try to get you back for the insult, he was just pulling you closer, holding you against him in a hug.

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him as well. The world around you seemed to fade to nothing, only you two existed in this space. Only you two existed at all. Just the two of you wrapped in an undying embrace, knowing you both would always stay with each other.

[lololololchips]

hello! not sure if you do single member texts but if you do — mingyu being all pouty when you accidentally call him mingi (like a nickname! you didn't actually mistake him for mingi from ateez! but he needs convincing)

thank you and have a lovely day whether or not you do this request!

here it is:))

hope you like it!

Kim Mingyu || sulky bf texts

genre: fake texts, fluff, idol!bf

warnings: cursing, sulky/jealous mingyu hehe

[oraclekleo]

Kim Min Gyu (Seventeen) Ideal Partner Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): Tarot of the Divine

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body 

Heart 

Spirit 

Soul 

Time 

Place

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Kim Min Gyu

Stage Name: Mingyu

Group: Seventeen

DOB: 06.04.1997

Blood Type: B

MBTI: ENFJ

Sun Sign: Aries

Chinese Sign: Fire Ox

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: Seventeen

Kim Min Gyu

Mingyu (Seventeen)

DOB: 06.04.1997 Blood Type: B MBTI: ENFJ Sun Sign: Aries Chinese Sign: Fire Ox Life Path Number: 9

Spread: Ideal Partner

Deck: Tarot of the Divine

Body - 8 of Coins

Mingyu’s perfect match is likely someone hard working and focused on their career. Their appearance follows that and they are likely to follow a strict and highly efficient healthy lifestyle. It doesn’t have to be overly complicated or time consuming, they probably don’t spend hours in the gym or counting calories but they developed a routine that keeps them fit and healthy. They are seldomly sick, they can work 24/7 when the situation calls for it and they might have considerable strength while keeping that slightly ‘geeky’ look.

Heart - VII The Chariot

Mingyu’s ideal partner is a warrior at heart. They are not afraid of any challenge and face them head on. They are likely to have their goal and plans on how to achieve them and they are hard to distract when they concentrate on a task. They might have control issues a little bit, might try to assert their dominance over others. They are likely to truly hate slow tempo or setbacks and delays. They move fast and run over obstacles like a tank sometimes.

Spirit - Queen of Wands

Mingyu’s ideal match is a true queen of the prom (regardless of them being male or female or other). They are charismatic, lively, fun and full of energy. They can really put a spell on people around them and make them listen to them. They are likely to be popular among colleagues, friends and people in general. They radiate brightness and good energy, they are warm and kind to people who need their care and support. However, they are no mother goose types, they don’t spoil anyone and will be the ones to push their close ones to become the better versions of themselves rather than keeping them in a golden cage.

Soul - XII The Hanged Man

Deep down in their soul, Mingyu’s ideal lover is someone who thrives on change and constant shifting. They like to constantly learn and challenge their mental abilities. They have that thirst for knowledge and unknown only some have in them. They are deeply practical but at the same time they might lean towards more alternative subjects like astrology or spiritual teachings. They simply need to explore and push boundaries and keep their brilliant minds occupied with great questions.

Time - 9 of Cups

Mingyu is likely to be struck as if by lightning when he meets his destined soulmate one day. It is likely to bring him to his knees out of pure bliss. While it might seem like an act of the divine, Mingyu is actually the orchestrator of his destiny and it’s likely for him to actively search for or manifest this meeting with his perfect match.

Place - 4 of Coins

Mingyu is likely to create a truly cozy and safe home with his ideal partner. It’s likely to become their safe haven and harbour, their private nest and metaphorical blanket fortress shielding them both from all the hectic chaos of the outside world and letting them to forget about all the stress and just rest in each other’s arms.

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[inmyloveworld]

mingyu would pick up immediately if you weren’t eating properly. he wouldn’t flat out ask you in fear he’d push you further away from the idea. but he would cook up some of your favorite things, some dishes he knew you always got excited for, in hopes it would inspire your appetite.

and if that didn’t work because the weight of your day had just been too much, he’d nuzzle his face into your neck to place soft kisses there as his arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“will you eat with me, baby? i made too much to finish myself.” it was a white lie, you both knew it. but sharing time with him was something you could never turn down.

so you sat in his lap at the table as he ate, taking small bites as he offered before you grabbed a spoon to dip in as you wish. all the while, mingyu was rubbing soothing circles against your hip and pressing affirming kisses to your temple at every bite.

[hvcmixtape]

long-term bf!mingyu eavesdropping on your conversation

"Can't you imagine how good of a dad he'll be?"

It's not his fault he was walking in the hallway while you said that statement to your best friends in the living room. Mingyu wasn't a stranger to being an odd one out when you had your friends over for coffee or drinks on the weekends. After all, with his busy schedule, it's a miracle when the two of you are in the house for more than a few hours at the same time.

He rests along the corner of the room, his back to the wall. He knows he shouldn't, but when one of your friends pipe up with the question, "He hasn't proposed yet, has he?" His morals are out the window for a short while.

"No, but we talk about the future really often. Especially with him being an idol and me being really busy with my career, he's probably waiting for a better time. Though, I wouldn't mind a long engagement and we could find a time to get married," your voice trails off as you dig into your thoughts. Mingyu wants to snicker; the ring in his safe has been begging to be brought out. You just don't know that he has to say a few words for things to start falling into place. "But I do know that we're the ones for each other, which is why I know he'd be a really good dad."

The other person in the room brings up the fact that you've babysat one of their nieces. "And I don't do that lightly, you know that (Y/N), and yet, you and Mingyu did such a good job that Luna begged to see Uncle Mingyu the next day too."

Mingyu places his palm to his lips before he audibly expresses his appreciation by saying aw. At this point, the tasks he was tending to initially are calling his name so he starts to make a break for it.

But his feet don't keep up with his torso and he completely trips over himself. The next thing he knows is that he catches your eye while he's hunched over.

"Mingyu, what are you doing?" Your question is laced with laughter when you see him in this compromising position.

He shakes his head as he straightens up, feeling the tips of his ears burn at the sight of three pairs of eyes staring. "Just passing by."

"Yeah, sure," one of them smirks.

"I'll leave you three to it, let me know if I can bring you any snacks or drinks," he offers as he gets out of there almost as soon as he finishes speaking.

Mingyu doesn't need to stop when there's a cacophony of laughter ensuing after his departure, but he does hear them say. "You've got a good one, (Y/N)."

("I know.")

[heybabydeul]

mingyu and all things ✨️ chaos ✨️

[roseandpeaches]

Mingyu As a Boyfriend or Husband

No one asked for this, it's just that I'm in a terrible Mingyu brainrot and I need to let my assumptions out. Melt by Kehlani also inspired me.

When you wake up he'd be dead asleep. If you're late for work and didn't wake him up he'd pout and get upset because he'd want to make you breakfast and/or a packed lunch.

He loves dropping you off to work especially when he knows he won't be seeing you for the whole day. Bonus if he gets to meet you for lunch or pick you up from work to have dinner

On days he's not busy or doesn't have any schedules he'd be in full-time househusband mode. He cleans, cooks and gets all the little maintenance done. He'd teach you if you asked but he's happy to do it himself.

Pretty sure he can mend clothes if he wants to like a tiny hole or loose button.

When you shower he'd offer to scrub your back or wash your hair. His big hands would soothe all your aches away by massaging your shoulders and scalp.

10/10 he'd help you dry and comb your hair. Sometimes Mingyu would ask if he can help you with your haircare routine, be it applying serums or hair oil. He'd be meticulous, not missing a single strand.

After that he'd tell you to lay your head on his lap while he helps you with your skincare. Gently applying toner, carefully put your moisturiser while admiring all the small details on your face. When he's done he'd give you a quick kiss, proud of himself.

He'd love to cuddle when you're going to sleep. He'd share his schedules or whatever plans he has for the next day, and he asks you when both of you should go on a date so he could plan something out.

Sometimes when you're getting ready for work he'd offer to iron your clothes, that's when he'd notice the things he would have to mend later

On days that you decided to dress up he'd compliment you and he'd try to match you, maybe not by colour but by style.

He'd be good at decorating your place. He isn't a selfish man, so he'd try to incorporate your preferences with his so your house feels like a home, a space where it shows both you and him as one

Even though he loves being needed, he would appreciate it a lot when you're the one taking care of him. At first, he'd get flustered, but you have to smush his face and tell him that a relationship is a two-way street.

When you're both out hanging out with friends he'd be super clingy, he can't stand not being your main focus. He's like a puppy ok, he'd show it subtly at first like holding your waist or not letting go of your hand, it gets bad when he's bugging you- poking your sides, kissing the back of your neck or tugging your clothes (got this from that clip where he was tugging on dino's chain bcs he wants to go to the gym)

He'd lowkey turn into a big pouty baby if you ignore him.

He loves to hold you and to be held. Man loves skinship but not too much in public.

He'd be those kind of partners who'd give you his jacket when he'd already told you it's gonna be cold. Sure, he'd nag a bit, but he actually doesn't mind. He'd hold your bag for you. He'd wear your heels and give you his shoes when your feet get sore. As long as the love of his life is comfortable, he doesn't care if he has to suffer a bit

He's the kind to initiate things first so he'd feel delighted when you do things for him.

He's the kind to notice the small things really. You don't have to say it. He'd notice if you don't like your drink a certain way so he'd make sure to keep that in mind even if you don't say it to him.

[strawberryya]

a midsummer night's dream

mingyu x reader

synopsis: you know the legend about putting flowers beneath your pillow on the night before midsummer, and how it will predict who you will spend the rest of your life with? well, that’s the idea that this story revolves around. we have boyfriend mingyu, flowers, and strawberry shortcake.

word count: 4k

genre/content: fluff, established relationship, reader is adorable at all times - according to mingyu and also smaller than him

a/n: i wrote this when it was actually midsummer, however, I never got to editing it and now here we are. still summer tho so ig its fine. also no, were not going to discuss how its basically an au where everyone is swedish. idk how else to explain the -no questions asked and midsummer is something we have been doing for years- thing.

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legend has it that the night before midsummer is the one night, out of the entire year, where all the magical powers that exist in our universe are especially active. it is said that you can even predict your own future on this very night. your romantic future to be specific.

because of this, tradition states that one can, on the day before midsummer, pick seven different kinds of flowers and lay them under your pillow as you go to bed. if you do happen to dream of a person during this night, with the flowers laying under your pillow, it is said that you will spend the rest of your life with this person.

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of course, you just had to do it. there was no way you wouldn’t. since you had heard about this magical night, and the flowers that would help you find your person by just laying underneath your pillow as you slept, you had been doing it every night before midsummer however, there hadn’t been a single night during all of these years, where you had dreamt about anyone. not even when you had tried your hardest to think about your crush at the time, right before you went to sleep, had you managed to dream of anyone.

nevertheless, there was no way you wouldn’t go ahead and do it this midsummer night too. especially since you had a very different romantic status right now, compared to all previous years. this year you weren’t single. this year it wasn’t a one-sided crush, it was genuine love. this year you had mingyu.

you had been together with mingyu for a little over eight months at this point. he had confessed his feelings to you late fall last year, over some hot chocolate that he had prepared for one of your study dates. since you had been crushing on him for a couple of months before that, there was no doubt about how you two would proceed with your relationship after that point.

anyways, midsummer was tomorrow, and you had spent the morning with mingyu rolling meatballs and baking cake layers for the buffet that you would be serving at the midsummer party you two were hosting the next day. you had decided to spend the weekend in your family's summer house, which meant that the kitchen was rather small. this did not stop mingyu though, no matter how many times he bumped into the counters surrounding him that came even closer to him because of his giant stature.

mingyu was just picking up the oven mittens you had gotten him for his birthday (the ones with the kittens on them, that made him look so adorably dorky) to take out the last of the cake from the oven. the entire house smelled like cake, strawberries, and meatballs. you watched as your boyfriend put his best effort into cooking as you sneakily sat and watched him adoringly while eating the strawberries you had the responsibility to clear of any green stalks.

you didn't only adore him as you supervised his movements, even if the way he looked, in the apron hugging his waist so perfectly, was fairly distracting, it would not distract you on this day.

you had a mission, and it had to be completed.

"so could we go out to look at the field that we're going to tomorrow tonight too?" you asked, as unsuspiciously as you possibly could.

luckily, mingyu was too busy checking if the cake was done with a wooden stick to notice how bad your acting actually was. he glanced back at you with a slightly questioning smile. "alright, why though?" he asked nonchalantly.

"well, I thought that maybe we could decide on which flowers to pick tomorrow, to save time you know," you tried to explain. "and we also need to see if the place we chose last weekend still has good flowers that are alive," you added after a couple seconds with a dumb smile, trying to make him see past how dumb your excuses actually were.

with a shrug, he answered "yeah sure, if it's something that you wanna do, of course we should do it." he chuckled a bit at how giddy you got as you hurriedly tried to finish the strawberries that still hadn't been cleared from green parts.

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once the kitchen was as clean as it would get with the two of you exhausted from the actual cooking, you both got into the car and headed over to the field from which you had chosen to pick flowers on the midsummer day. it was a short drive and you played loud music as you drove down the country roads and watched the landscape shift from green and yellow and deep brown. the sun was setting and you looked over at mingyu as he drove, singing his lungs out to a springsteen song, with the breeze from the rolled-down window gently shuffling his hair. letting out a small chuckle, you let your hand fall into the one he was resting between the seats, holding his hand as you began shouting along to the song with him, receiving a bright smile and a small kiss on your hand.

once you got to the flower field, you whipped out the scissors you had brought and went straight into the field to look for the best flowers you could find. helping spirits with dreaming of the person you will spend your life with wouldn't be an easy task, and you felt the need to choose the loveliest ones, with the hope that they would help with the mission of getting the one person you wished for to appear in your dreams.

you were running around like a madman, bending down to look at flowers that caught your eye, deciding within a second if it was worthy or not, and running away to the next one once you had made your decision.

in the meantime, mingyu had been looking at you with a huge smile, lighting up his entire face. how could you be so cute while acting so weird? he asked himself as he felt his entire being become happier by the second. all you had said was that you would get some samples, and he couldn't even question it. why would he? you had your reasons, even if they were irrational to literally everybody but you. he had chosen to just go with your antics, and look at you running around, looking absolutely beautiful. why would he do anything else?

"hey! can you help me?!" you exclaimed over the field when you found yourself being stuck at having six perfect flowers and feeling like you had looked through the entire field. help was needed, and who was a better fit to help your dream come true than the man you wanted to dream about himself?

"of course. with what?" he responded.

you held out the flowers to show him " I want one more, and then we can go home, can you help me find a really pretty one?"

"sure" he said with a smile that made you weak in the knees as the golden light of the sun hit him just perfectly and he began looking around in the field filled with beautiful flowers.

it only took him a couple of minutes to choose a flower that looked good enough according to mingyu. you had wandered off in another direction and he came running up to you as he called on you to look at his finding. his hair bouncing and the sun glinting in his eyes as he jogged over.

the flower wasn't completely perfect, but it was indeed beautiful. you might've been a bit biased since the man handing you the flower looked like a freaking puppy, running up to you to show you the tiny flower in his big hand.

"oh, it's beautiful gyu, you did fantastic baby." gving him a big smile and added a "thank you." as you gave him a peck on the cheek, and placed the flower that he found with the others in your hand.

he blushed and gave you a very proud look as he straightened his back and took the hand that wasn't holding flowers into his. intertwining his fingers with yours as you leaned your head on his arm. you held up the bouquet of the seven flowers and smiled to yourself. this would definitely do. and hopefully, this time, you would actually dream a midsummer night's dream.

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when you got back to the house you ran in to find some type of ribbon to tie the bouquet together.

"why do you need a ribbon though?" he asked as you looked through cabinet after cabinet. "wouldn't putting them in a vase be good enough?" "no, that won't work." you stated as you were caught up in your search. "why not? what are they for then?" "uhm, nothing special, I just want a ribbon around it, that's all, okay? now no more questions."

you froze up at his question and hadn't thought of a better answer than what you had just said. instead, you tried to deflect and keep him busy.

"do you know where there could be any ribbons though? could you maybe help me find some?" you asked with rather desperate eyes. "ill check the top compartments of the closets for you," he said, accepting the task but looking over his shoulder as he walked away, beginning to feel slightly suspicious of your behavior. he didn't know what you were up to, but you did look rather cute as you rummaged through the house, so he let it go and helped you instead.

"thank you!" you yelled to him as he went to look for the ribbons as you had asked.

he came back with a pretty burgundy-colored ribbon that you tied around your flowers and showed him proudly.

"beautiful baby," he said with a smile as you blushed. "just like you," he added with a small kiss on your cheek. you could only giggle at his comment as he sprinted away to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

you shook your head to stop your blushing and giggling, you still had an important mission to finish, and now was the perfect time to make the final arrangements. lifting your pillow and then carefully placing the flowers beneath it was the last thing you could do yourself before it was up to the midsummer-magic to do its part and help you predict your own future. you had just placed the pillow on the flowers as you grabbed the pillow and lifted it again, revealing the flowers that you had just put there, only slightly smashed by the weight of the pillow. sighing and shaking your head at how annoyed you were getting at your own inability to just leave it be as you placed the pillow over the flowers yet again. before you could lift the pillow one more time, you hurried away to wash up before bed.

once in bed, you were a bit worried about completely resting your head on the pillow, as you didn't want the flowers to be smushed entirely. you never know what could be the thing that goes wrong when it comes to magic, and you certainly did not want to risk anything this time. nevertheless, the warm summer night air combined with the steady sound of mingyu breathing next to you lulled you to sleep soon enough.

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you woke up because of the alarms you had set ringing insistently, please why do I have to wake up already, just let me sleep damnit. you thought, snoozing the first of your many alarms. as you laid there, falling back asleep, you sunk back into thoughts of what you had just dreamt and oh my god, it had actually happened! your eyes flung open the instant you realized that you had really dreamt of someone this time. mingyu! it had actually been mingyu in your dream!

you woke up immediately after realizing what you had dreamt and looked over at your boyfriend sleeping by your side. mingyu hadn't even heard the alarm, it seemed. you didn't want to bother him, so you decided to tell him later in the day when he was more awake, and aware of what the hell you were about to ramble on about. magic, and spending the rest of your life with someone, might not be the easiest thing to take in completely, especially first thing in the morning.

instead, you laid down again, cuddling into the back that he had facing you, making him the little spoon and trying to cover as much of his back as you could with your body. it went so-so, but it did wake him up a bit which, you realized, was good. since you both actually did have to get up and get everything ready for the party, that would be happening in... you checked the time on the clock on his wrist... oh shit, only two hours?!

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there hadnt been any time to spare as you both ran around the house trying to both get ready, fix the buffet, and set the table. this of course also meant that telling mingyu about your dream would have to wait until after the party.

your friends had the decency to be a little late so that you and mingyu had almost everything ready for them once they got there.

his good friends wonwoo and seokmin had both been invited as you had grown close over the past couple of months. wonwoo brought his partner and seokmin brought his newly adopted puppy, as his partner, unfortunately, had to work that day. you had also invited your best friend and their partner. all of you together made up a party of just about eight people plus the most adorable puppy you had ever seen. right away you picked up the tiny pup and carried her with you until seokmin had to let her take a walk to not disturb your dinner with unwanted messes. seeing you with the fluffy puppy in your arms, giving it all of your attention, had mingyu very distracted. zoning out of conversations as he couldn't help but adore you peppering the puppy with kisses.

during the entire night, you felt the need to finally be alone with mingyu grow bigger and bigger. you kept looking over at him, smiling shyly at him every time your eyes met as you thought about all the ways he could possibly react to what you wanted to tell him. magic in a midsummer night's dream had confirmed your desire to stay with him for the rest of your life, however, this wasn't something that you two had actually talked about that much before. and if you were honest with yourself, it's not something you spring on someone out of nowhere, and while also claiming that magic had anything to do with it. of course, you knew what you had wanted even before today. but for some reason, the legend had played a very important part in your life up until now, and you wanted to tell him about how thrilled you were over what it had meant for you that it finally happened.

all scenarios of the revelation of your feelings didn't end happily, but many of them did and you were pretty certain that the worst ones wouldn't come true.

mingyu, however, had no idea what the hell you were thinking. you were acting strange, but cute (he literally always thought you were adorable), but something was off. did you need something? he couldn't place the behavior. sometimes you came off as flirty, which he rather enjoyed, but other times you just acted as if you had something to hide. why would you do those two simultaneously? did you know something he didn't? wrapping his mind around it was too difficult and trying to communicate with just small glances was the best option he could think of, since you still had guests over, and had to play the parts of the hosts for a couple more hours.

after finishing off the meatballs, and the potatoes, and the salmon, and the multiple bowls of strawberries, and to top it all of the strawberry shortcake of course. a couple bottles of beer and snaps went down smoothly alongside it too. nevertheless, after that was all finished your friends had finally begun taking their leave. hugs and kisses, mainly for seokmin's puppy, were distributed amongst the friends as you and mingyu sent them off in two cars, with the only two people who hadn't been drinking as drivers.

once the cars were no longer visible, you both went over to sit down on the now-empty couch, facing the woods and the sun setting through the trees. both of you sighing in contentment at the sudden stillness surrounding you.

you weren't sure how to approach the subject, and acted a bit awkwardly, not really being able to look him in the eye and sitting a couple centimeters too far away for either of your liking. mingyu was of course sensing your awkward mood, or well, he could see the obvious fiddling and the looks you were giving him and decided to take it into his own hands to figure out what you wanted.

"are you alright baby?" he started, as you looked up at him in surprise at his sudden confusing question.

"yes, of course! do I not seem okay?" you asked back since you hadn't noticed how confusing your behavior must have come off as all day.

mingyu smiled softly with relief "it's not that you didn't seem okay... it's just that you have been acting a bit weird today." he had a worried look back in his eyes. "did you need to talk to me or something?"

"oh, maybe I have been acting a bit off..." you admitted reluctantly. "a little" he responded with a chuckle. "well, I did wanna talk to you about something" "what?" "just, a dream I guess" "okay... was it a good dream?" he asked with a smirk playing on his lips. "I guess it depends on you a bit. however, it wasn't the kind of good dream that you're thinking of though!" "okay, okay, tell me about it then" he put his hands up in defense as you looked at him with a small pout. "first I kinda need to tell you about this legend that I heard about as a kid about like midsummer and stuff..."

mingyu raised his eyebrows at this "a midsummer legend?" he asked curiously as he wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you in closer.

"yes, okay, so there's this legend that I heard of when I was a kid. it is said that you can foresee your own future on the night before midsummer," you began explaining, beginning to get excited as he was showing interest in what you wanted to tell him.

"oh, really? that's so cool!" he exclaimed at the news.

"yes, very cool, but anyhow.." you wanted to continue telling him now but instead you were interrupted by mingyu lifting you onto his lap so that you were sitting with your legs dangling off of his legs into the air beside the couch.

even though you were the teeniest bit distracted over the closeness of the position, being close to him like this and just talking was very comforting and you simply went on with your story as he kept taking in every bit of your face, shining in the warm summer light.

"as I said, you can predict your future, but only if you pick flowers and sleep with them under your pillow. that's a rule, you need seven different kinds of flowers, or else it won't work." you continued, very adamant at getting to the part about your own dream even though your fears hadn't completely left your mind. "oh, so that's what you were doing yesterday with the flowers and the ribbon and everything!" mingyu interrupted as he finally connected the dots. "yes..." you laughed a bit embarrassed. "but it's not any type of future" you continued explaining. "oh, what kind of future then?" "it's said, that the person you dream of, is kinda like, the person that you will spend the rest of your life with." you finally mustered up the courage to say while blushing like a tomato due to the embarrassment of what you had just told him.

"and... did it work??" mingyu asked with big, curious eyes. "did you dream of me my baby?" he asked cockily with a smirk adorning his beautiful face. you looked down, still feeling embarrassed, but instead somehow managing to look almost a bit sad. this was of course not on purpose by you, but it did send mingyu into a spiral of self-doubt. with huge sad puppy-dog eyes he started questioning what you had dreamt.

"wait, did you... did you not dream of me? did you dream of someone else?" he asked the questions very hesitantly, prepared for the answer to slap him in the face as he scanned your face for any hints of the truth. all you could do was stare at him in shock.

"did the dream tell you that we won't be together?? if that's the case... I don't believe in magic." he switched his demeanor from very saddened by the thought of you not thinking you would spend the rest of your lives together, to completely dismiss the notion of that being possible.

you continued to just look up at him in shock due to the sudden rush of emotions that he was going through, even though you hadn't actually said anything. the shock soon turned into a big smile and a giggle though.

"baby, no! magic, is definitely believable..." you said with a giggle. "I did dream of you," you reveal as he looks at you in shock. however, the shock he was experiencing, quickly turned into pure happiness as the meaning of what you told him dawned on him.

"of course you did." he said with his cocky smirk back and him pulling you into his chest and locking his lips to yours.

you could've died on the spot, feeling both incredibly embarrassed but also filled with ecstasy from the kiss and from the thought of him being so set on spending the rest of his life with you. nevertheless, there was no way you wouldn't tease him a bit, simply because he was so quick to become so self-assured after being so sad over nothing.

"omg you really do wanna spend the rest of your life with me!" you giggled and kicked your legs a bit in the air.

mingyu lifted his hand to your face and held it in his hands. you let your head relax into his steady hands and slowly stopped kicking your restless legs. he smiled as you opened your eyes, and you felt the heat on your face from seeing him watching you with such admiration and love in his eyes. his golden-brown eyes, almost sparkling in the light of the sunset.

"well yeah, you're the freaking love of my life," he said, lovingly, as if it was the most apparent thing in the entire world. as if it was the only thing that was for sure. your heart doing flips in your chest at the words.

"I wanna be with you for the rest of my life too..." you responded as he leaned in to kiss you, still cupping your face in his hands. at that moment he couldn't help but smile into the kiss at your words.

"I know, and we will." he whispered, as he pulled away slightly before he crashed his lips onto yours yet again.

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