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yunnierights · 27 days ago

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Do You Have Your Calvins On?

Pairing: boyfriend!Mingi x girlfriend!reader

AU: non-idol au

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: He was ready to be your personal Calvin Klein model. You just wanted snacks and anime. But when loyalty points turn into loyalty tests, it's clear—things aren't always as brief as they seem.

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"Babe, have you seen my—"

Mingi smirked, finally catching your attention as you stepped into the room, ready to grab your things before settling in for your weekend anime marathon. What you weren't expecting, though, was the sight of your clown of a boyfriend sprawled dramatically across the bed—posing like the star of a Calvin Klein campaign. The lower half of his shirt was unbuttoned, the waistband of his CK briefs proudly on display, abs subtly flexed as he struck his best model look.

He lay there, smug and eager, watching your expression. Surely this would blow your mind. Work had been brutal lately, and he hardly got to spend time with you, just brief moments half-asleep beside each other before you were up and gone again.

This weekend, he wanted your full, undivided attention. And what better way to grab it than by flaunting his new set of Calvin Kleins… and the results of those extra hours he'd been putting in at the gym?

He held his breath, waiting for your reaction.

"Get up," you said flatly, letting out a tired sigh as you walked over.

"Why?" he asked, arching a brow with a mischievous grin. "You wanna—"

You cut him off with a smack to the side, unable to hide the twitch of amusement pulling at your lips as he yelped dramatically. Leaning over him, you grabbed the item you'd been searching for—your hair clip, wedged just under his back by the pillows.

"You're laying on my hair clip, you fool," you deadpanned, clipping your hair up as you turned and casually left the room.

The man sat there on the bed, completely stunned, eyes fixed on your retreating figure.

Did you… not notice?

Your boyfriend remained on the bed, refusing to believe you weren't going to come running back into his arms. Not when he looked like this. There was no way. So he pouted, got right back into his pose, and gave you another chance.

But you never came.

Instead, he heard the unmistakable sound of the TV turning on in the living room… followed by the opening theme of The Apothecary Diaries Season 2.

Was he… losing to fictional men?

He scoffed. No way. Maybe you hadn't gotten a good enough look. Yeah, that must be it. Maybe your glance had been too quick, too distracted. Determined, he got up and strutted out into the living room, only to find you already curled up comfortably on the couch, wrapped in blankets like a cosy burrito, clutching his chick plush to your chest. Eyes glued to the screen. No acknowledgement.

He stood there in disbelief. Why would you need the damn plush when the real thing is literally right here?

Come on, Mingi. Be cool. You know you're her number one.

Feigning casual confidence, he reminded himself that no number of 2D men or adorable stuffed animals could ever replace this. That's right. With a subtle air of swagger, he sat down next to you, slouched into what he imagined was a very natural, very sexy position—abs slightly flexed, briefs peeking just enough, like some kind of lazy Adonis.

You glanced at him once. Briefly. Then held out your bag of snacks.

He blinked. Did she really just—

You offered no further comment, simply resumed watching, completely absorbed in the show. He declined the snacks with a shake of his head, slightly offended, but you just shrugged and pulled the bag closer to yourself.

Mingi tried watching the anime with you—really, he did—but how could he focus when your blanket and plush were occupying the spaces he was meant to fill? He glared at the chick plush like it had personally wronged him.

Clearing his throat, he leaned just a little closer and flexed his abs with practised ease. "You cold, baby?" he asked, his voice low and oh-so-casual. "Come here, it's warm."

You turned, offered him a sweet, appreciative smile. "Love you, Mangi. But I'm too lazy to move."

Too… lazy?

Why weren't you breaking your ankles running into his arms right now? Was he losing it? Had he peaked? He looked down at himself. Nah. He looked amazing. Even his friends had said CK would make him ambassador if he were famous. And yet… his girlfriend hadn't even spared him a second glance.

He sank deeper into the couch, sulking as his eyes drifted to the screen, just in time to see Jinshi struggling to win Maomao's attention. He frowned. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, "is this how it feels?"

Mingi sulked for the better part of the day.

Eventually, he gave up on his antics and settled beside you, letting the anime marathon run its course. Somewhere between episodes, you shifted closer to him, head dipping in his direction, and he took that as his cue to scoot in. Your warmth pressed gently into his side, and to his surprise, he found himself smiling.

Nothing wild. No grand gestures. Just you, him, a shared blanket, and a few fictional characters running around solving medical mysteries in ancient China. And that was enough.

When he glanced down at you and noticed the faint dark circles under your eyes, guilt poked at him. He hadn't even considered whether you were in the mood for his nonsense. You'd had a long week. Hell, he was tired too.

Maybe this quiet kind of intimacy wasn't so bad.

By the time the credits rolled on the final episode, he had completely dropped the act. He gently pressed a kiss to your temple and tugged the chick plush from your grasp with all the stealth of a cartoon villain, replacing it with himself. You let him, arms wrapping around his torso without protest, cheek pressed to his chest.

Victory.

A smug little smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back with you tucked against him. This… this was even better than what he'd imagined.

It wasn't until you both got up later to get ready for dinner that you noticed something odd: a sleek, unopened Calvin Klein box tucked neatly in the corner of his wardrobe. It looked… expensive. Not the kind of packaging you'd expect from a casual impulse buy.

You stepped closer, eyeing the box. It looked too pristine, too curated. Almost like… a gift?

But from who?

It wasn't his birthday, nor had there been any recent celebrations. And he wasn't exactly desperate for new underwear—at least, not that you knew of. Brow furrowing, you cracked open the box and spotted something tucked inside.

A card.

Curious, you slid it out. Your heart stuttered at the words written in clean print:

'Dear Mingi, do you have your Calvins on?'

Your jaw dropped.

What the hell—

You shoved the card back in the box like it burned, turning on your heel and marching straight to the bathroom, only to find your boyfriend shirtless, freshly cleaned and glowing with that post-shower confidence. The Calvin Kleins, of course, were still very much on display.

He turned, catching your reflection in the mirror. "Baby? What is it?"

You scoffed. "You've been working out?"

His eyes lit up like a child at Christmas. "Finally," he whispered under his breath, spinning around like he was about to pounce.

But you stopped him cold, holding up the box like it was evidence in court. "For who?" you asked, suspiciously calm.

He blinked, caught off guard. "For… you? Duh?"

You narrowed your eyes and shook the box lightly. "Don't lie. I know you didn't buy this yourself. So who gave it to you?"

Mingi looked utterly confused. "Babe… it's just Calvin Klein…"

You stared him down like he'd grown a second head. "Just Calvin Klein? Are you seriously telling me people are out here randomly gifting you luxury underwear for fun?"

Looking sheepish now, he raised a hand. "Okay, okay, not for no reason. I mean—do you know how many loyalty points I had to collect to get that gift? CK doesn't hand this stuff out like candy, babe. That's an earned gift."

You stared, processing, then slowly pulled the note out again, taking a better look this time. There it was. Small but clear, at the bottom of the card:

'x Your Friends at Calvin Klein.'

You stared at the signature, then at him. You felt like a clown.

His face slowly morphed into a full-blown grin, piecing it all together. This was what it took? A misunderstanding and a loyalty reward?

After everything he did today, all the sulking, the posing, the internal monologues about fictional competition—this was what finally made you crack?

He couldn't be happier.

You were still clutching the Calvin Klein box like it had personally betrayed you when Mingi stepped toward you, arms outstretched and that signature smirk playing at his lips.

"So," he drawled, tilting his head, "you do care about me after all?"

You tried to roll your eyes, but he looked way too smug. And unfortunately, also way too good.

"I've been trying to get your attention all day," he said with exaggerated hurt, gesturing vaguely to himself—to his abs, the briefs, the effort. "I thought you didn't even notice any of this."

You bit your lip without meaning to. His arms were still open, expectant. You stepped closer. And like a magnet, he pulled you right in, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you flush against him. His skin was warm and damp from the shower, his abs pressing perfectly against your front as you leaned in.

"Of course I noticed," you murmured, resting your hands against his bare chest. "I noticed the second I walked in. How could I not? You've been walking around here looking like a damn ad."

He raised a brow, delighted. "So why didn't you say anything?"

You sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. "Because I was distracted… I had a lot on my mind from work, and I guess I felt guilty for not giving you the attention you wanted, and then I saw the note and panicked and—"

You rambled, the words falling out like an unravelling ribbon.

"You're always the handsomest to me, Mingi. Always. Like, painfully attractive. I guess I just assumed you knew that already, and I didn't think I had to say it out loud, but now I feel like an idiot because—"

His grin stretched wider and wider with every word, eyes sparkling with so much fondness it made your cheeks burn.

"And—and also maybe I got a little jealous, because what if someone did send you those and they were trying to—"

He didn't let you finish.

Mingi leaned in and captured your lips with his, effectively shutting down your spiral with a kiss that was all warmth and mischief and just the tiniest bit of relief. You melted instantly, fingers curling against his skin as you kissed him back.

When he finally pulled away, breathless and grinning, he murmured against your lips, "You really think I'd wear fancy underwear for anyone else but you?"

You laughed, hiding your face in his neck. "Point taken."

"And for the record," he added, holding you a little tighter, "you can tell me I'm hot more often. I don't mind."

"Oh, I know you don't," you teased, poking at his side. "You live for it."

"You love it too," he grinned, leaning in to kiss you again—and this time, you didn't hold back. He pulled away just enough to hover, his breath warm against your lips as he murmured, "So… are we still going out for dinner, my queen?"

You bit your lip, cheeks flushed, and gave a small shake of your head. "I… think we're good right here."

Safe to say, dinner plans were officially off the table—no need for food when he was far too busy devouring you instead.

Sighs... just look at the damn CK pics. Need I say more? I wouldn't be edenesth if I didn't write anything after seeing them HAHA this and his fREAKING SOLO SONG ON THE NEW ALBUM WOOFWOOF hope y'all liked this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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yunnierights · 3 months ago

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My heart is shattered. I cannot breathe. I have cried tears hearing the news. What happened in Pahalgam is gut-wrenching. They killed people for their religion. They held them at gunpoint, they asked their religion, they literally pulled their pants down to check and then shot them dead. Their fault? Being a Hindu. I am an Indian. I am a muslim. And I wish hell on any Indian or any Muslim who is inhumane enough to defend this. I have faced Islamophobia more times than I can count, I know well enough about how it feels when people want to kill you just because of your religion. But no amount of suffering validates wishing or defending the atrocities commited against others. If you want people to speak up for you then have the courage to speak up for others too. 26 people died. They were murdered brutally. 25 of them were Hindus. That's it, that was their only fault - following their religion. I know how people are trying to twist this tragedy into something else, to twist this into a communal problem within India rather than attacking back at the terrorists who are at fault. I also know that many people will call me out saying that I am not holding Indian Muslims accountable for supporting such heinous acts. The truth is I do not consider any such disgrace of a human being who defends such atrocity an Indian let alone a Muslim. They are not humans, people like them taint the name of our entire religion and I will say it again and again - they deserve to rot in hell, execute them for all I care. This was an act against humanity. Innocent people were killed because of their religion, we - of all people - should be the first ones to protest. I have seen many posts saying "terrorism doesn't have a religion is a myth", "not all muslims but always a muslim", "we don't need air strikes, we need to do something like Israel", "we have backstabbers in our country", etc. and yet I will still say instead of fighting back and holding these people accountable for generalizing the whole community for the actions of few, hold those accountable who have done such things to taint your name. The body of the victims have not even reached their homes yet, and we are already fighting. Not for them, but with each other. I won't say that this is not about religion, it obviously is - 25 people were murdered because they were Hindus - but this is not religion vs. religion. This is us Indians vs. terrorism and all those people who support and nurture it in our motherland.

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