hi!!!! im wondering if you could do a story about idol mingyu, idol reader, and a story about how mingyu couldnt control himself after seeing his girlfriend perform a hot performance on an end of the year award show because she looked stunning, and he also then accidentally reveals their relationship. TYSM!!💞
content: idol!mingyu x idol!reader, established relationship, secret relationship, mingyu is a simp, afab reader, public embarrassment (not really), part of my lil idol!mingyu universe (even though ive created three separate aus of it oops), dry humping, penetrative sex, mentions of fingering, etc.
wc: 1429
a/n: thank u for requesting i love writing idol aus hehe hope u enjoy <3
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as a seasoned idol, mingyu was expected by now to have a pristine ability hold restraint in any and every public situation that required it.
there were certain ways in which he was expected to act while in the public eye.
for instance, he could never outwardly express discomfort at the few awkward fancalls he had to participate in. nor could he show dislike towards the few members of the industry he didn't quite get along with.
but above all, he was absolutely never to wear the lust he felt for you on his face in such a public setting.
especially not during an awards show that was being streamed internationally.
even more so while the camera was focused on seventeen for their reactions of your performance.
but mingyu was just a man after all. a man who was thoroughly and proudly obsessed with you.
except this was meant to be a secret kept between the two of you (and maybe a few other people you had let in on the secret).
so mingyu immediately knew he was fucked the moment your set had begun and you came out wearing the tiniest little number he had ever seen. it hugged your body perfectly, highlighting his favorite parts in the most delicious ways.
it might've been fine if that had been it, but your pretty outfit was also accompanied by the most sinful of sets he had ever seen you do.
watching you grind and twist yourself in ways that reminded him of the many hours spent between the sheets with you was just not something mingyu knew how to witness without it eliciting a reaction out of him.
and sadly for mingyu, his face told every single one of his emotions.
his droopy and lustful eyes said everything they needed to say on their own, but they were also accompanied by the constant biting and licking of his lips as he watched you.
the one thing he didn't realize, however, was that the camera had been on him that whole time, airing his reactions to your performance for everyone out there to see. it had even managed to capture the gruttal groan he'd let out the moment you started grinding sensually on the floor (in a fashion similar to the way you did to him so many times before).
it wasn't until one boo seungkwan kicked him from under the table to get him to react like something other than an animal in heat and clap for you like a normal human being.
but the damage was done, and now so he felt extremely self conscious for the remainder of the show, not knowing what type of rumors to expect to see the following morning.
for now, though, his priority was to catch you during the intermediate time between your show and that of his own group. fortunately for him, there was one group going between your group and his, allowing him a believable excuse to head backstage with his members and go astray as he looked for you before your own group had to head back.
without so much as a single word, he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to the nearest empty room he could find, immediately locking the two of you in there as his eyes got a fill on you in your current ensemble; the main instigator of this whole predicament.
"gyu, what the hell are you-"
"no talking. fuck. please, just-" there was genuine desperation in his words. his frantic eyes showed how badly he wanted you, but he didnt even know where to start. so he let his body take control of his actions.
it started with a rough yet sensual kiss against your lips as his hands got a feel of your body. he groped and caressed every inch of you, his lust growing more and more by the second.
"made me make a fool of myself out there, baby," he grunted, lips now trailing down your exposed shoulder, making their way up and down your neck with wet kisses, "couldnt keep my eyes off you the whole time."
"g-gyu," you were defeated against him, allowing your body to be handled however he wanted as long as he kept touching you. he relished on this.
"they saw everything. the way i couldnt keep my eyes off of you ... the way one single look at you can get me on my knees in one instant, fuck", he uncovered as much of your body as he could, raising your skirt while lowering your shirt, "they all know how much i want you."
but you didnt process nor care for his words as he ground his solid member against your now bare cunt (sans some very thin seamless panties that accompanied your skirt), completely lost to the delirious feeling his cock gave you even through his pants.
he kept whispering in your ear just how badly you'd affected him just now, how everyone now knew how pretty you must look when you ride him – all while he hastily lowered his pants and moved your own panties aside, plunging inside as soon as you gave him the okay.
"f-fuck ... feel so fucking good, baby," he breathed against your ear.
he lifted one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist in order to get a better angle as he thrust desperately into you. the praises leaving his mouth never stopped, only getting less and less intelligible as his arousal grew.
"o-oh, gyu ... right there ..."
"there? fuck ... baby likes it when i fuck her right there?", his taunts were followed by harsher thrusts, causing your nails to dig into his bare arms, "a-ah, shit! 'm baby's gonna leave her mark on me, huh? yeah ... go ahead, pretty. let everyone know i'm yours .."
"m-mine!"
"mhm, gorgeous, just like you're all mine," he opted to carry you now, holding you up against the wall as he moved your body to his pleasing, "fuck, wish i could mark you. show everyone who you belong to," he buried his face in your neck, simply opting to breathe in your scent as he landed soft kisses on the length of your neck.
"do it!," you begged mindlessly, "please? wan' everyone t-to know 'm yours," you babbled.
"fuck," he groaned before following your direction and beginning to nip at the naked skin of your neck. quickly he left a few blossoms of red on your skin, knowing that the moment you went out there, people would be able to spot a few from afar.
with his face buried in your neck, he timed himself so he could orgasm with you, having mastered the art of playing with your clit just at the right time to synchronize your highs.
mingyu stayed glued to you for a while, unwilling to let go as he panted against your neck, attempting to even out his breathing.
"how are you gonna go and perform out there completely out of breath and with scratches on your shoulders?", you giggled.
"i ... oh, fuck."
it was too late for him to realize that although you wouldn't be too scrutinized for your disheveled appearance due to your performance being over with, he, on the other hand, would still have to go out there and dance in front of a huge audience. the error of his ways was lost on him the moment he hardened under his pants at the mere sight of you dancing.
but hell, it had been worth it.
"baby, just ask your stylist for a jacket, okay?", you disconnected from him, knowing it was almost time for him to perform.
you pulled your clothes back together, wincing at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and grabbing some nearby napkins to clean yourself as much as possible, as well as him. once the two of you were presentable, you gave your boyfriend a kiss for goodluck and headed back to your seat while mingyu walked over to his members backstage.
though no dramatic dating scandal broke out that day, various rumors questioning mingyu's lustful eyes during your performance began sparking up, with some people making the connection in the timeline of his mishap and your sudden reappearance in the crowd, with a messy, post-sex look accompanying both you and mingyu.
despite hybe ignoring any and every article insinuating anything between the two of you, you had now created a subsection of fans who were dedicated to unveiling what they were sure (and correct) was a secret love affair between the two of you.
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— into it | k.mg
for my 500 follower event !!! — mingyu + dumbification
pairings; mingyu x fem! reader | genre; smut, fluff, established relationship | w.c; 1.7k+ | warnings; protected sex, it's reader's first time, dumbification, fingering, they're both insane for each other, minor descriptions of pain and discomfort. | a/n; thanks for interacting! writing this made me so 🥴
mingyu isn’t so sure what to do with his hands as you press yourself against him, desperately kissing his lips. he kisses you back softly, placing his hands on your hips and backing you into his bedroom. the kiss breaks when he gently pushes you onto the bed, and you gasp for breath.
he places his hands next to your head, looking down at you with lust-blown eyes. his eyes wander on your face before he pecks your lips and sits up, removing his shirt in the process. you gawk at his muscles even though this isn’t the first time you have seen him shirtless. His abs, biceps, and, of course, his pecs. you curse, running your hands over his muscles. his soft skin, paired with his hard muscles, is driving you crazy, and you just want him to devour you.
but that’s not what mingyu thinks you want. he has always been soft with you, handling you like you’re a flower that might break if he’s hasty. to add to this, it’s your first time. his heart swelled when you said that you wanted him to be your first. and obviously, he makes you comfortable with him. slowly building up tension for your first time. to make it a memory worth looking back at.
mingyu’s resolve crumbles, looking at you eye-fucking him. you look so cute underneath him, like this. oh, the things he wants to do to you. with a firm inhale, he pushes away the thoughts of wanting to fuck you dumb on his cock, and smiles at you. “you want this, right?” you nod vigorously, pulling him down to kiss him.
he gladly accepts your tongue, moaning into your mouth when you grind your cunt against his hard cock. he grinds back into you, kissing you deeper and sucking on your tongue. you guide his hand underneath your shirt to your breasts. he experimentally rolls your nipple between his fingers, loving the way you whine against his lips, “mingyu,”
you claw at his back, pulling him closer and closer towards you. but mingyu slows you down, breaking the kiss to discard your shirt. he curses, continuing to kiss you now that he can freely knead your tits. you’re growing impatient with just kisses and grinding. wrapping your legs around his torso, you gid your heels into his back, pushing his hips further into your heat.
he resists the urge to fuck you right away, not wanting to cause you any pain cause you might be unprepared without proper foreplay. so, he stalls and stalls, kissing down your neck, playing with your pebbled nipples as he grinds his clothed cock into your pussy. and it drives you insane. it’s obvious that he’s holding himself back. it’s frustrating. so frustrating.
with all your strength, you push him on his back and straddle his lap. you glare at him with faux annoyance and land a playful hit on his chest. you’re about to scold him when you see his perplexed face, causing you to laugh and kiss his pout. he chuckles, eyes glazing over your shirtless body. his hands settle on your hips, and he hums appreciatively, “you’re beautiful,”
his hands settle on your hips, and he hums appreciatively, “you’re beautiful,” the lust clouding your mind melts away, leaving behind shyness in its place. mingyu chuckles and adds, “and impatient.”
he rests you on the bed again, gently working his lips down your body. his warm hands rest on your inner thighs, softly kneading the muscle as he draws in closer to your cunt. he licks a stripe right above your waistband to your navel. his forefinger moves up and down your clothed slit, and he presses more kisses to your heaving stomach. how cute. this breathless when he hasn’t even started with you?
you sigh when he finally removes your soiled panties, leaving you completely bare. he smirks, satisfied with the amount of arousal coating your pussy lips. he gently rubs at your folds, coating his fingers with your slick, and you breathily gasp when he circles at your clit. then, he inserts his middle finger inside, quickly stretching you out. so tight. he has fingered you times before, and fuck, you’re always tight and clenching around his fingers.
as he adds in another digit, he groans, feeling your tight cunt clench around him. he’s pretty sure he’d see heaven when he finally enters you with your gummy walls clamping on his full length, milking him thoroughly. mingyu has to compose himself so that he doesn’t lose control and splits you open on his cock. he scissors his fingers inside you gently, getting your hole ready for him. he removes his hand, licking your essence off his fingers after he feels that he’s prepared you enough.
your body tingles as he moves away to tear the wrapping of the condom and slide it over his aching cock. he’s bountiful with a perfectly sculpted body and a cock complementary to it. he’s girthy enough to fill you up and lengthy enough to have you seeing stars. fuck.
your body tingles as he moves away to tear the wrapping of the condom and slide it over his aching cock. he’s bountiful with a perfectly sculpted body and a cock complementary to it. he’s girthy enough to fill you up and lengthy enough to have you seeing stars. fuck.
excitement tinged with worry courses through your veins when he aligns his cock at your cunt. one of his hands rubs your thigh comfortingly, and the other holds his cock, rubbing the tip on your folds. “ready, baby?” he asks, exposing his canines in a love-drunk smile. you inhale forcibly, nodding at him, “yes.”
thanks to how wet he had made you, mingyu had no problem slipping the tip of his cock into you. his eyes snap towards your face, watching for any sign of discomfort before pushing in further. just like he has thought, your walls are clamping down on his length, swallowing him greedily. the stretch isn’t unbearably painful, but a slight discomfort settles in.
now, both his hands grip your hip, helping you wrap your legs around him while he bottoms out. you walls tighten around him, trying to get adjusted to the new sensation with no thought on how your clenching is pushing mingyu to insanity. with a shaky breath, you give him the signal to move. as the discomfort and pain dissipate, lust quickly takes over.
he pulls out, leaving only his tip inside before gently meeting your hips again. you whimper, unintentionally clenching again. his hips stutter and he takes in a breath to compose himself. oh, he did not prepare to lose his cool. he did not prepare for the way you made him feel. like this was his first as well. like he’s about to cum as soon as he bottoms.
“stop–stop that,” he breathes shakily, fighting the demon sitting on his shoulder that eggs him on to just pound you into the mattress. he catches your confused gaze and explains, “you’re–uh, clenching.” you feel his cock twitching inside you. your mind numbs with how big and heavy he feels. it feels way too good to be real, and you do exactly what he asked you not to. but this time, it’s intentional.
you smirk up at him, biting your lip to entice him. challenging him. you don’t even have to open your mouth to convey what you want. your eyes are enough. but mingyu doesn’t take the hint voluntarily.
“you can be a little rougher, y’know. i’m not exactly delicate,” you scoff.
something snaps inside him. he roughly yanks you to the edge of the mattress, quickly leaning in to catch your lips in a rough kiss. you gasp into his mouth, letting his tongue lick yours. but he pulls away, whispering against your lips, “you asked for this, baby.”
he presses your legs to your chest, making you hold them as he hovers above you. with the new position, you can feel his cock reaching deeper inside you. you grow wetter around him and whine for him to move. but he hesitantly looks at you again, “are you–”
“god, mingyu. just pound into me. i’m going insane.” you whine again, and it is true. you’d go insane if he doesn’t fuck you dumb on his cock.
he finally complies, moving inside you with new vigour. his hands settle at the back of your thighs, pressing your legs back further as he drills his cock inside you. the wet squelch he hears every time he thrusts drives him over the crescendo. it isn’t long before your legs are resting on his shoulders, and his tongue is prodding into your mouth.
you cry into his mouth with every harsh thrust, nails digging into his back. his hips meet yours with a force that has you seeing stars, and you feel your mind slipping away. every one of his touches is mind-numbing. whether it’s his tongue licking into your mouth or his warm hands groping you all over, or his balls slapping against your ass. it’s enough to bring tears to your eyes as you chant his name over and over again.
you brokenly whine and moan when he hits that spot. your toes curl as he hits it again and again and again. you’re full-on sobbing when he rubs your clit, adding to the sensation of being pounded senseless. you drag your nails on his skin while he dips to nibble your ear lobe. “love being fucked dumb, baby?” you can’t even respond to him, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in your stomach.
you moan louder and grip him for your life as he thrusts with more force. mingyu holds you closer, rubbing your clit faster and faster till all your senses go completely numb. you feel a gush of fluids flooding from your cunt onto his cock. you hear him groan and feel his cock twitch inside you. with a whimper, he cums into the condom and collapses next to you.
your mind is still numb but you manage to pull yourself closer to him, snuggling into his chest. his hand snakes around your waist and holds you tightly against him. “did i hurt you?” he asks with worry, and you shake your head, mumbling a ‘no.’ he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“was it good?” he asks again. this time, you smile against his skin, “so fucking good.”
you can’t see it but you can hear his smile, even through his breaths. your eyelids feel heavy and before you black out in his arms, you manage a whisper out. “i’m glad you’re my first.”
mingyu’s heart hammers in his chest at your words, and he makes a promise to himself to be your first and last.
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late night talking
member — minghao x f reader
genre — angst, idk if there's enough fluff for this to count as hurt/comfort but the ending is sort of happy ?
word count — 2.1k
synopsis — the best and worst conversations always happen at 1am.
warnings — reader is very drunk and very very insecure, lots of crying, lots of internal back & forth, unreliable narrator moment, refers to reader as girlfriend/my girl/etc., idk if i'm missing anything else but lmk if i am
notes — this is an old fic that i never really intended to be released but @onlymingyus and @wooahaeproductions convinced me otherwise. sorry this is not at all what i normally post lmao i swear don't write like this often i just found this in my drive that i wrote when i was in a very shitty mood. we will return to your regularly scheduled smut programming soon i promise lmao! leave a comment in the reblogs or send an ask if you enjoyed this? idk i am nervous to post this pls don't perceive me too much
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you're ugly when you're drunk.
“hao?”
your voice rings throughout the house, the sound shaky and quieter than usual.
he wouldn't even have known you were home if he hadn't heard your friend's car pull up minutes ago, bright headlights flashing through the bedroom window. he wouldn't have known, if he wasn't already worried sick at you being gone so long and consuming an unknown amount of alcohol. he should've been there with you, but too much was riding on the deadline for his students’ grades that had to be finished before midnight. any other day he would've been by your side the whole night, a steady hand on your arm for balance and a sharp eye on your glass just in case. he loves playing the role of protective boyfriend, letting his girl do whatever she wants because he'll always be there to watch over her. but he couldn't do that tonight, and it tears him up inside.
he hears your trudging footsteps down the hall, soft footfalls signalling your approach as you drag yourself towards the room. he pretends not to hear; he doesn't want to make a big deal out of this and embarrass you.
“you're home early,” he comments with a chuckle, but his sarcasm is lost on you in this state. it's well after 1 in the morning, and you tilt your head in confusion at his words, brows deeply furrowed.
“what— are you working on?” you ask after a moment, focusing all your energy on not stumbling over your words.
you know how drunk you are, he knows how drunk you are, but even now you're still putting on an act. you hate feeling stupid in front of him, and right now you couldn't feel any stupider. the worst part is that you feel as stupid when you're sober as you do right now, but you couldn't tell him that.
he pauses, choosing his next words carefully as he surveys your current state. he can't risk hurting your feelings, especially in such a vulnerable headspace.
“grading finals,” he decides on. not too detailed to confuse you, not too simplified to make you feel stupid, just enough to make you feel involved.
distantly you feel your eyes welling up with tears. you don't know why, but at the same time you know exactly why. you're never good enough compared to him, not when you come home drunk in the dead of night, and he never does. not when he's so good at everything he touches, so talented and beautiful and perfect, and you're… not.
he deserves someone at his level, an artistic genius like him who can help him with his work. someone with an eye for his paintings, someone smarter, someone prettier, someone who can keep him on his toes. someone who won't drag him down and burden him with your obvious lack of skill and your quality of being so embarrassingly lightweight that you need to be supervised at all times.
“i’m sorry,” you finally muster. you can't find the words to explain what you mean, but you hope he's able to sense your sincerity.
“what for?” he asks. his voice is softer now.
you hate it when he uses that voice. he's talking down to you, talking like you're a child and he has to explain everything to you in the gentlest way possible because you aren't capable of handling the truth.
you love when he uses that voice. sometimes he can be so blunt it almost feels isolating, but when he talks to you like you're a child in that sweet, gentle, kind tone you feel like everything will be okay. he can soften himself for you, drop his straightforward persona around you and be the tender man you know he's capable of being.
you lift your eyes to his computer screen and the feelings you've been struggling with float back into view. “i'm sorry,” you repeat, voice cracking despite the effort you put in to stop it from breaking. it's all you can say.
you don't notice when the tears overflow, bursting from your eyes without a sound. you're embarrassing, you're an idiot, standing in front of him with red eyes and hunched shoulders as tears stream down your cheeks. you don't even feel them fall.
if he knows what you're trying to convey with your tearful apologies, he doesn't mention it.
of course he knows, how could he not when he's so astute with everything? you suck at keeping things to yourself.
of course he doesn't know, why would he take the time out of his busy schedule to care about how you're feeling? you're not worth his energy.
the moment seems to stretch on for eternity, standing in front of him. you don't know why you started dating in the first place; he doesn't have the time, you're too annoying, too clingy, too affectionate. standing in front of him, you don't feel anything. you just feel cold.
you turn to drag yourself out of the room, deciding that you've embarrassed yourself enough by now. you don't know where you'll go or what you're doing, probably to pour yourself a glass of water and try to sleep on the couch. obviously he won't want you to sleep in his bed when you’re like this, why should he? you aren’t deserving of that privilege.
but then you feel a warm hand on your wrist, gently tugging you back towards him. you lose your balance, stumble over your feet, fall onto his lap. you're mortified, barely able to get another “sorry” out before trying to stand again on wobbly legs. you shouldn't be here. you're so aware, so painfully conscious of your weight on him, every ounce of energy you have left fighting to keep yourself from annoying him even further but it feels like it's too late. everything that comes from you is too little, too late.
“no,” he says. his tone is still that soft, sweet sound, but his voice is firm and you don't try to get up again. “we can talk tomorrow,” he says as he begins to run his hand along your back, and you hate yourself for the way you instantly melt at his touch. “just… relax. calm down.”
your body slouches against his chest, feeling like a puddle on his lap, head tucked into the crook of his neck whether you meant to or not. your legs dangle limply off his lap, arms wrapped loosely around the back of his chair as he holds you.
“it's okay,” he says simply, still stroking his hand along your back in small, soothing motions. “it's okay.” he repeats the words, maybe to convince himself but mostly to convince you from having a breakdown. even now when he's treating you so delicately, your brain won't let you rest: he's probably scared of you, he doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean any of it and he's using whatever means necessary to stop you from turning hysterical or even violent. of course it doesn't mean anything to him.
“how much did you drink tonight, baby?” he asks, and you know you should take that as judgmental but you don't have the energy left anymore. you don't note the twinge of concern in his voice, you can't see the look in his eyes as he gazes down at you.
“a little— a lot,” you answer, somewhat truthfully. the real truth is that you lost count. you weren't trying to get drunk, but one turned into two turned into ten and before you even knew what you were doing a car was dropping you off in front of your house.
he shifts his legs for you to sit more comfortably on his lap, and as much as you want to fight it you don't have the strength to. “do you want to go to bed?” he asks gently. “or do you want to stay up with me?”
“don't… want you to go to bed ‘cuz of me,” you mumble against his neck. god, his skin is so soft and warm. you couldn't move your body right now even if you tried. “not your fault.”
“what kind of guy would i be if i didn't take care of my girlfriend when she needs me?” he asks. “i can put you to bed if you want. it's alright. it's late anyway.”
“it's not– your job,” you manage to reply, and his hand on your back stops for a second.
“it is my job,” he says softly. he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “i'm sorry if you feel like i haven't done that.”
“please, don't— no sorry,” you choke out as fresh tears prick at your eyes. “it's my fault. i'm sorry. it's my fault.”
he holds you tighter, both arms wrapped around you on his lap now. “it's not your fault,” he says in that same firm but gentle voice. “you haven't done anything wrong at all. it's alright, baby, i promise. you don't have anything to worry about. why are you sorry?”
“i don't know,” you mumble. your hand clutches at his chest unconsciously, balling his t-shirt in your fist. “i dunno. i love you. i dunno.”
“i love you, too,” he says after a beat. the tears, the drunken outburst, he just lets it all happen. without a word of complaint. despite the voices in your head fighting to convince you otherwise, he never says a single negative thing to you.
you know he's not normally like this. with everyone else he's polite, unemotional, reserved. he's never vulnerable. which is why you're so confused right now.
“why?” you slur, still grasping onto hope.
he hums in questioning, nudging you to elaborate.
“why are you like this to me?”
but now he's the one who's confused. “like what?”
you pause, and the room goes quiet for a moment, the only sound your shallow breaths against his chest. “nice.”
for all his knowledge, this time he's actually lost. “why would i not be nice to you?”
“i don't deserve it.”
he shifts again, pulling you closer to his chest as he starts to run his fingers through his hair. “of course you do, baby.”
“you don't deserve me.”
he stops again, this time in shock. “hey. that's not true.”
“is too true,” you say. your eyes are closed and you can't help the frown overtaking your face. “you should have somebody you deserve. it's not me.”
he just sighs, and you feel his chest expand beneath your cheek at the deep breath he takes. “i love you, baby. not anyone else. you'll feel better in the morning, and we can talk then. but i'm not mad at you, okay? there's nothing wrong. everything's okay.”
you try to mimic his sigh, but the angle you're laying at on his chest and the alcohol in your system makes it hard to breathe deeply.
“do you want to keep sitting with me?” he asks. he knows how much you like the sounds his keyboard makes, the quiet tapping as he enters grades and types comments to his students about things you could never fathom to understand.
your eyes stay closed and your head doesn't move. “yeah,” you murmur softly.
he settles back into his chair, you curled up on his lap. he's not doing much, he's finished the worst of it and now just entering numbers. he glances down at your figure, almost asleep on him, and he feels an ache in his chest.
every emotion feels amplified to you right now, but if it took getting blackout drunk for you to finally say it then it must've been weighing on you for a long time coming. he wonders how long you've felt like this, felt inadequate compared to him, and it makes him pause. it was never his intention. when you're awake and sober and hopefully not massively hungover, then you can talk, and he can make this right.
he loves the person snuggled against his chest, loves the feeling of you comforted and protected by him, and he'll do anything to make sure you know that. he'll do anything to let you see yourself the way he sees you. above all the worries he has about you, he knows one thing for sure.
you're cute when you're drunk.
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Falling Flower | K.Mg
Pairing: CEO Mingyu! x Secretary Reader
Genre: suggestive, fluff, humour, angst
Summary: Mingyu never thought that he would find Y/n, his friend's secretary, attractive. What's started from eyes, physical, has fallen to his heart. As he tries to get to know you, he realizes he knew nothing about you.
Warning: child abuse, mental health, pregnancy, unprotected sex, ptsd, asexual description on character, heavy plot asdfghjkl.
Mingyu's nervous anticipation lingered in the air as he rhythmically tapped his finger on the sofa, his other hand guarding his mouth to restrain words he feared might escape. Across the room, Choi Seungcheol remained absorbed in finishing his work, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil brewing within his younger friend.
"I was surprised when I heard you'll be visiting," Seungcheol remarked, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Mingyu's restlessness. Rising from his desk, he joined Mingyu on the sofa, prompting a flicker of hope in the younger man's eyes.
The door creaked open, and Mingyu's gaze snapped toward the entrance, only to be met with disappointment as one of Seungcheol's secretaries entered. A visible trace of frustration clouded Mingyu's expression, realizing he wouldn't see you upon the door's opening, a fact that had fueled his anticipation since stepping into the building.
"Here's your coffee, gentlemen," the secretary politely interjected, placing the cups on the table. Instead of retreating, he cleared his throat, vying for both Seungcheol and Mingyu's attention, though Mingyu sensed the message was primarily for Seungcheol.
"Ms. Ji has informed that she needs a day of rest and may join you tomorrow, sir. I'll be attending today," the secretary conveyed, a hint of formality in his words. Seungcheol's forehead creased with concern, and Mingyu, sensing an underlying tension, couldn't help but wonder about the undisclosed circumstances.
"Why didn't she call me? Is she alright?" Seungcheol's voice held genuine worry, and Mingyu found himself caught in the currents of concern and curiosity, eager to unravel the mystery veiled behind Seungcheol's questioning tone.
"Yes, she's alright. She didn't want to worry you, sir. Please let me know if there's anything you need," the secretary assured, earning a nod from Seungcheol before gracefully exiting the office.
Mingyu, sensing an unspoken weight in the air, couldn't hold back his concern. "What's wrong? What happened to Y/n?"
Seungcheol, his face etched with a sigh, began to unravel the untold tale. "She collapsed an hour before you came."
Mingyu gasped, the news hitting him like a sudden storm. "Is she alright?"
Seungcheol, taking a contemplative sip of his coffee, revealed, "Just like what you heard from Jun earlier. She never takes a day off and barely has any rest. I was worried because she has no one but a roommate."
The revelation gripped Mingyu's attention. "No one? You mean family?"
Seungcheol's furrowed brows hinted at a mystery yet to be unraveled. "I don't know, but she didn't write down her family members on the application form."
Seungcheol swiftly redirected the conversation, his tone revealing a calculated move. "Why are we suddenly talking about my secretary? I know you're here with a reason, right? Is it about the article released yesterday?" Mingyu, caught off guard by the shift, sensed that Seungcheol might be deliberately steering away from the topic of Y/n.
"You've got it pretty bad, my man. That's why you disappeared all of a sudden, huh?" Seungcheol remarked, referring to a photo of Mingyu with a woman at Joshua's birthday party. Mingyu sighed, wearied by the older man's probing questions. "It's almost two months already, but why did the media have to release it right before my company's anniversary?" he lamented, finding solace in finally having an outlet for the frustration that had built up since the article's publication.
"They even wrote 'Kim Group's heir playboy agenda...'" Mingyu paused, attempting to convey his exasperation by showing something on his phone.
Seungcheol stifled a laugh while reading a headline the media had crafted. "Kim Mingyu: a businessman who's ready to sweep your heart. Pfftt.."
Mingyu pocketed his phone, frustration evident in his voice. "I didn't go study business in the States just to be accused as a playboy." The weight of Mingyu's words hung in the air, a mix of pride and frustration as he grappled with the undeserved label imposed by the media.
Seungcheol nodded knowingly. "I know. It was your fault starting that playboy image when you brought actress Kim Huisoo to the Jeon charity ball years ago," he stated matter-of-factly, a fact that sent Mingyu's head spinning.
"I know. I should've clarified that Kim Huisoo is actually a cousin. She doesn't want the public to know she's part of our family," Mingyu sighed, a tinge of regret coloring his words.
Seungcheol, nonchalant, shrugged. "It was a good decision that I only brought Y/n to every event I attended." He continued, "That's why I told you to have a woman as your secretary."
"Not all women are Ji Y/n," Mingyu muttered, rolling his eyes at the older man.
Seungcheol smiled proudly. "That's true."
Mingyu, shifting his posture, finally divulged his true purpose. "Talking about Y/n... I actually came here to meet her." He paused, but before he could elaborate, Seungcheol interjected, "What is it?"
Shaking his head, Mingyu rose from his seat. "I should get going. Are you coming to Wonwoo's after-party tomorrow?" he inquired, leaving Seungcheol in a state of confusion. Despite the lingering questions, Seungcheol could only nod as Mingyu exited his office. The unspoken complexities of Mingyu's visit left Seungcheol pondering, unsure of the full extent of what transpired within those walls.
*
"You must be kidding me, right?" Minseo exclaimed incredulously, throwing her hands in the air as if attempting to physically reject the words that had just escaped your lips. A nervous laughter bubbled up within her, and she desperately clung to the hope that it was all some elaborate joke. "It was a joke, right? Ok, nice one," she managed to say between laughter, offering you a compliment for what inadvertently became an unexpected ab workout from holding back her amusement.
As you gazed at Minseo, a profound calmness settled over you, concealing the internal turmoil that had been brewing since yesterday. Silently, you wished for this surreal revelation to be nothing more than a prank or a bizarre dream. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on you, prompting a deep sigh as you leaned into the sofa. Fatigue gripped you, and you closed your eyes, seeking a momentary escape from the harsh reality that had unfolded.
Kim Minseo scrutinized your expression, her own heartbeat quickening as the reality of your confession sank in. The gravity of your words was unmistakable, and there was a palpable tension in the air – nothing about this was a joke. The weight of the truth hung heavily between you.
In a surge of disbelief and frustration, Minseo seized your collar, her grip tight and accusatory. "You're crazy?! How could you get pregnant all of a sudden?!" Her words erupted like a storm, echoing through the room as she confronted the unexpected revelation.
You furrowed your brow, a mixture of annoyance and resignation etching your features. "I know. It just happened," you mumbled, attempting to convey the unexpected nature of the situation. However, the mounting tension pushed you to a breaking point, and in a moment of frustration, you pushed Minseo away. The force caused her to stumble, landing on the floor – a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil that had unraveled in mere moments. The room now held an uneasy silence, broken only by the echoes of Minseo's shout and the lingering weight of an unforeseen reality.
Minseo swiftly rose from the floor, her urgency palpable as she seized your arm. "Let's go have an abortion!" she declared, the words hanging in the air with a weight you never anticipated coming from her.
Your eyes widened in shock, the gravity of Minseo's suggestion hitting you like a sudden storm. Her unexpected proposal left you speechless, grappling with the reality of the situation. This was a turn of events you hadn't prepared for, and the tension in the room escalated.
"What?" you stammered, the incredulity evident in your voice. The idea of Minseo suggesting such a course of action caught you off guard, unraveling any expectations you might have had.
Minseo locked eyes with you, her expression a mix of determination and concern. "What?" she echoed, seeking a response to her proposal.
Shaking your head, you replied hastily, "I don't have time. I have work to do!" The weight of responsibilities, both unexpected and preexisting, pressed on you, clouding your judgment.
In response, Minseo gasped before tightening her grip on your collar once again. "And you've got time to get knocked?" she retorted, her frustration evident as the confrontation escalated, leaving both of you ensnared in a complex web of emotions and decisions.
Observing your silent turmoil, Minseo released a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of understanding. Her eyes softened as she settled beside you, gently taking hold of your hand in a gesture of support. "How long is it?" she inquired, her tone filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
You turned your head to meet her gaze, the vulnerability in your eyes reflecting the reality of the situation. "5 weeks," you revealed, the weight of those weeks palpable in the heaviness of the air.
A nervous edge crept into Minseo's voice as she broached a sensitive question, "Do you know the father?" Her inquiry hung in the air, the uncertainty adding an extra layer of tension to the conversation.
Closing your eyes, you hesitated, reluctant to delve into that particular topic just yet. Instead, you nodded, your acknowledgment accompanied by a flood of memories from the night in question. Regret washed over you as you raised your hands to cover your face. Rather than succumbing to sadness, embarrassment swept over you like an overwhelming wave, adding a complex layer to the emotional tapestry that unfolded. The room, once charged with confrontation, now held a delicate atmosphere of shared vulnerability and unspoken understanding.
The weight of the revelation hung heavily in the air, and you couldn't escape the realization that it was a mere drunken mistake – a wishful thinking that somehow the alcohol had clouded the events of that night. However, clarity hit hard as you acknowledged that you were a hundred percent sober, the memories of that regrettable night etched vividly in your mind. A part of you yearned for him to forget, yet another part wished he would remember.
"Noooo!" The exclamation escaped your lips as you kicked your leg into the air, a spontaneous outburst that startled Minseo, sitting beside you and absorbing the rollercoaster of emotions.a
Minseo, with a careful tone, sought to understand the complexity of the situation. "It's not just a random person you met at a club or something, right? The father?" she asked, delicately navigating the sensitive terrain.
"It'll be better," you mumbled in response, a quiet plea for understanding. The weight of the truth and the potential consequences loomed large, creating a web of conflicting emotions that both bound and divided you in this unexpected journey.
Minseo's palm met her forehead in an exasperated gesture. "Okay!" she declared as she rose from her seat, pointing a finger at you to emphasize the undeniable fact – you were five weeks pregnant. The weight of the revelation settled in the room as she continued, "And I'm going to fly to the States for study in three days."
A cloud of guilt seemed to shadow her expression as she posed a poignant question. "Are you okay with me leaving you?" The concern in her eyes was evident, a reflection of the dilemma she found herself in.
You nodded reassuringly, "Yeah, don't worry. It's not like my entire life would change," you offered, attempting to alleviate Minseo's concerns and downplay the upheaval that lay ahead.
"Should I delay my study and help you instead?" Minseo queried, raising a brow in consideration.
In response, you playfully threw a pillow in her direction, the well-aimed hit prompting a light chuckle. "No way! You worked hard for this. You should go," you insisted, appreciating her ambitions and refusing to be the reason for any detour.
"It's not like it's my first time living alone," you added, attempting to underscore your self-sufficiency despite the unexpected circumstances. Minseo observed you, her worry evident as she mumbled, "But you're pregnant."
Standing up, you prepared to retreat to your room, asserting, "It's just pregnancy, Minseo. I'll get used to it. Don't worry," leaving a lingering reassurance in the air as you walked to your room. You definitely need time to process this.
*
As you strolled towards the office, Seungcheol abruptly halted and called your attention, snapping you out of the daydream that had seemingly captivated your thoughts since morning.
"Are you okay? Do you need a day off?" he inquired, observing your startled expression. You shook your head, offering your usual smile. "I'm good, sir. Just lost in thought. I apologize," you said, motioning for him to resume the journey to his office.
"What did the hospital say about your condition yesterday? I hope it's nothing that's causing you to be distracted today," he remarked, a mix of jest and genuine concern in his tone. Clearing your throat, you reassured him, "i'm fine, sir. Just exhaustion. I rested well yesterday," you explained.
Once the two of you arrived in front of his office, he paused, refraining from entering immediately. Turning towards you, he hesitated for a moment before extending an invitation, "Can you accompany me for my schedule tonight? Just until the after party."
Nodding in acknowledgment, you took note of this favor, "Do you want me to come in a suit or a dress, sir?" It was a routine question, one you always posed whenever the same agenda surfaced.
"Dress, please. Even though it's Wonwoo's birthday, you know how the Jeons are with their events," he replied, a subtle reminder of the grandeur and regality that often accompanied gatherings hosted by the Jeon family.
As you nodded and respectfully bowed, returning to your desk, Seungcheol unexpectedly swung his office door open once again, prompting you to turn your head towards him.
"Yes, sir?" you inquired, noticing the furrow on Seungcheol's brow.
"Mingyu was looking for you yesterday. Do you have business with him that I don't know about?" he questioned, his tone reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern.
Caught off guard, you paused for a moment before nervously responding, "He might want to confront me for a mistake I made last week. I mistakenly scheduled a meeting with him earlier than intended." The unexpected visit from the heir of Kim Group, CEO Kim FnB, Kim Mingyu, still surprised you.
Raising an eyebrow, Seungcheol pressed further, "Why does he have to confront you himself?"
You shrugged, replying, "Mr. Yoon was like that as well," referencing Jeonghan, Seungcheol's friend who often interacted with you in a friendly manner.
Seungcheol sighed, expressing his concern, "Please tell me immediately if the boys bother you next time," his words carried a protective tone, a reminder of the tight-knit group of friends you had become acquainted with through your association with him.
As you nodded in acknowledgment, gratitude laced your words, "Yes, sir... Thank you so much." Seungcheol reciprocated the nod before gently closing the door, leaving you alone at your desk.
A heavy breath of relief escaped you as you contemplated why Kim Mingyu sought you out. Did he remember? You shook your head, recalling that he seemed oblivious that night, likely due to intoxication. If only you hadn't approached him at the bar and engaged in conversation.
To shake off the lingering thoughts, you resorted to a series of self-slaps to regain focus. There was a pile of work, emails to send, and phone calls to make. Distractions happened, but you were determined to get back on track.
Just as you were settling into your tasks, a phone call from Minseo interrupted your concentration. Her urgent tone conveyed a sense of distress. "Ji Y/n, what am I gonna do? My course starts earlier than I expected, and I have to fly to the States by tonight," she explained, painting a picture of her predicament.
"Really? But I have a schedule tonight; I can't come to the airport," you replied, glancing at your itinerary, which indicated the after party starting at 11. A brief moment of realization hit you; that was the time you'd be free.
"It's okay. Please make sure that you call me if anything happens, okay? I'm in the middle of packing!" Minseo requested, seeking reassurance.
"Hmm... Take care," you replied, the weight of conflicting priorities settling in.
*
"Mr. Bae Inhyeon, President of Gubbae Electronic, at 12 o'clock," you whispered to Seungcheol, trailing a few inches behind him. Seungcheol's grin widened, and he raised his hand in a welcoming gesture towards Bae Inhyeon. You followed suit, offering a polite bow as Seungcheol introduced you as his dedicated secretary.
Not even ten minutes had passed since you and Seungcheol arrived, yet the room buzzed with excitement as everyone eagerly anticipated meeting Seungcheol, the formidable contender for the future presidency of Choi Corp. With a subtle finesse, you discreetly shared the names of those who greeted him, offering hushed insights behind his back. Your role extended beyond mere administrative duties; you navigated the intricate web of industry relationships with adept skill.
As the interactions unfolded, you observed the dynamics at play, blending seamlessly into the background while subtly influencing the course of conversations. The air was charged with ambition and anticipation, a palpable energy that hinted at the high stakes involved in the corporate world. Your commitment to understanding the industry's players proved invaluable as you seamlessly assisted Seungcheol in navigating the intricate social fabric of business engagements. In this fast-paced environment, your keen awareness and discreet gestures spoke volumes about your competency as a secretary.
After exchanging pleasantries with the gathering, Seungcheol made his way to Wonwoo, the man of the hour celebrating his birthday. With a subtle motion, he indicated for you to enjoy the impending festivities, as the ceremony for the launch of Wonwoo's entertainment label was about to commence.
Taking advantage of the brief moment, you excused yourself and navigated toward the restroom, intent on a quick check of your appearance. Inside, you found two women engaged in a lively conversation, their camaraderie evident.
As you eavesdropped on their discussion, it became apparent that they were the "plus one", well-versed in the dynamics of the industry. The woman in the black dress remarked enthusiastically, "Did you see Kim Mingyu entering the ballroom? This place lit up."
Her companion, while reapplying lipstick, nodded with a knowing smile. "He's a fine man, and he's still young. What do you expect from a conglomerate?"
The black dress woman chuckled, her tone carrying a hint of mischief. "However, he's a womanizer, do you know that?" she revealed.
The woman in the yellow dress responded with a teasing tone, "With that look, he couldn't not be one. If my daddy ever grows tired of me, I might just throw myself at him."
A sigh escaped your lips as you turned your head towards the animated conversation. "Excuse me, Daddy's babies. Could you lower your voices a bit? Thanks," you calmly requested, punctuating the statement with a corporate smile that concealed any underlying irritation.
They scrutinized you from head to toe, skepticism evident in their eyes. One of them, with a hint of disdain, asked, "Who are you? It doesn't seem like you're part of their circle. Are you also a mistress?" Laughter ensued from both, the echoes of their amusement resonating within the restroom.
Undeterred, you gracefully walked away. Just before reaching the exit, you turned your body and retorted, "Do I look like one of you guys? Stop joking!" The playful remark carried a touch of assertiveness as you left the restroom, leaving behind the lingering traces of your unyielding self-assurance.
The ceremony had yet to begin, and as you wandered around the ballroom, Seungcheol appeared to relish his newfound freedom in your absence. Determined to locate him, you scanned the crowd for his familiar figure.
Amidst your search, a man approached, introducing himself as Lee Jaewook. "You might know me from my father, Lee Daeyong, of Daeyong Finance," he stated confidentially, handing you a glass of wine.
"What's your name, lady?"
Politely accepting the glass, you replied, "Ji Y/n."
His admission continued, "I've seen you around sometimes, but I never dared to approach you."
Nodding graciously, you offered a warm smile. "I appreciate that. I'm engaged," you revealed, lifting your hand to showcase the engagement ring you always wore to events—a precautionary measure suggested by Seungcheol. The ring had been carefully chosen and purchased by him.
Jaewook appeared taken aback, inquiring, "Are you with your fiance then? May I know him?" Before you could utter a response, a hand slipped around your waist, catching you off guard. Turning, you found Kim Mingyu with a smile that seemed to hold secrets shared between them and extended to Jaewook.
"I've been looking for you," Mingyu remarked softly, his words carrying a certain ambiguity. Confusion etched across your face as you regarded him, but any questions were silenced as he whispered into your ear, "Just play with me."
"Kim Mingyu, I didn't know you had such a beautiful fiancée," Lee Jaewook remarked, a touch of admiration in his voice. Mingyu responded with a charming smile, acknowledging the compliment, "Yeah, it's not easy to have a beautiful fiancée and try to keep her away from some foxy eyes around. Right, Lee Jaewook?" He took the glass of wine from your hand, sipping it casually as if to emphasize his point.
Your brows furrowed in confusion, wondering about Mingyu's unexpected playfulness. It was a departure from the composed and mysterious demeanor he had displayed earlier. As Lee Jaewook smiled and excused himself, stating, "I should go. See you later, you two," you couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of intrigue and uncertainty.
As Lee Jaewook departed, you seized the opportunity, releasing a fake cough to capture Mingyu's attention. He promptly withdrew his hand from your waist into his pocket, meeting your gaze with a hint of amusement. "Not even a thanks?" he teased, his tone carrying a playful edge.
You sighed, offering a gracious smile, "Thank you so much, Mr. Kim." Intent on continuing your quest to find your boss, you began to move away, but Mingyu unexpectedly grasped your arm, halting your departure. "I think we have something to discuss."
Tilting your head skeptically, you mumbled, "I don't think so," though your heart betrayed you with a subtle flutter. Mingyu leaned in, his hand tracing your left arm as he whispered, "Even you wear the same bracelet as that night." The revelation caught you off guard, and you instinctively took a step back, a rapid exhale betraying your flustered state.
A stroke of luck intervened as you caught sight of Seungcheol seated at his table with friends Jeonghan and Joshua. Turning to Mingyu, still playfully smiling, you seized the moment. "Let's talk tomorrow at lunch," you asserted before walking away, leaving behind a tantalizing air of mystery and a perplexed Kim Mingyu. The ballroom continued to buzz with anticipation, but your focus had shifted, promising a lunchtime rendezvous filled with unanswered questions and hidden intrigues.
*
Mingyu carefully placed your order on the table, his discomfort apparent as he kept a watchful eye on the surroundings—ever mindful of maintaining a low profile in the presence of college students. Taking your sandwich, you remarked, "No one knows you here," alluding to the anonymity offered by the casual crowd.
Sitting across from you, Mingyu sighed, his gaze fixated on you as you began to eat. A playful smile crept onto his cheeks as he teased, "Slow down, Seungcheol hyung must have starved you, right?"
You shook your head, replying, "I've been wanting this," prompting a chuckle from Mingyu.
While you effortlessly devoured your sandwich, you noticed Mingyu hadn't taken a single bite of his. A trace of guilt flickered across your face, leading you to apologize, "Sorry, is it not to your liking?" His soft laughter followed, leaving you puzzled.
"Why are you laughing?" you inquired, furrowing your brows.
Mingyu shook his head, "No, it's just... I like it," he confessed, his smile genuine.
Curiosity piqued, you casually asked, sipping your orange juice, "What do you like?"
His response caught you off guard, "I like how you're so casual when it's only the two of us."
The unexpected revelation caused you to halt mid-sip, setting the stage for a moment of candid connection amid the backdrop of a quiet lunchtime rendezvous. The air hung with a mixture of surprise and intrigue as you navigated the uncharted territory of personal interaction with Kim Mingyu.
"Never in my life did I think I would have the chance to talk to you until you approached me at the bar," Mingyu began, his words carrying a tinge of vulnerability. "We talked about a lot of things, right? I remembered them all. I also remember... Hmm... What happened next," he nervously confessed.
Your nod signaled acknowledgment, but you found yourself at a loss for words. Mingyu's next statement caught you off guard, "I want to know your feelings about me," he admitted, leaving you slightly taken aback.
Raising your brow, you responded almost whisperingly, "My feelings?" Mingyu nodded earnestly, revealing, "Because I don't resent everything that happened that night. On the contrary, I found it profound."
A pregnant pause hung in the air as you processed his unexpected confession. Finally, you let out a soft chuckle, breaking the tension, "I didn't expect this, Mr. Kim. I mean, it's not very much like how you are portrayed. Your image... is not very much sentimental like this."
Mingyu nodded, "I know, but this is who I am," he explained, his sincerity evident. You released a sigh, leaning back in your chair. Your gaze fixed on him, and you adjusted your posture before expressing, "I don't do romance, Mr. Kim. Honestly, I don't know how to do that. And you know how I'm almost married to my work as Mr. Choi's secretary. I—"
Mingyu quickly nodded, understanding the complexities of your professional life. "Yeah, I understand. I won't rush you. I just want to let you know about my feelings after that night. I'll wait for your answer; take your time," he interjected, cutting through your explanation to emphasize his genuine intention.
You nodded slowly, a quiet acknowledgment of his understanding. "Thanks..." you mumbled, your gratitude mingling with a sense of contemplation.
"And please," Mingyu paused, his eyes holding a plea, "don't avoid me from this time." The request hung in the air, underscoring the vulnerability of the moment.
The encounter with Mingyu left your thoughts in disarray, making it challenging to concentrate on your work. Even Seungcheol's calls failed to pull you out of the daydream that enveloped your mind. Concerned about your well-being after your recent collapse, Seungcheol insisted you leave on time, assuring you that Jun would take care of his needs.
Reluctantly, you took the bus home. As you walked from the bus stop to your shared apartment with Minseo, another sigh escaped your lips. The absence of Minseo for the next two months strangely saddened you, a departure from your usual contentment with solitude.
You never disliked the moments of solitude, relishing the times when you could come home and find Minseo absent. Cooking a delicious meal for her, anticipating her return around 9 while you were immersed in work preparations, and going to bed by 10 had become a comforting routine. However, the sudden longing for Minseo highlighted a void that even the familiarity of solitude couldn't fill.
Your phone rang, and a smile lit up your face when you saw Minseo's name on the caller ID. Greeting her with enthusiasm, you were met with Minseo's melodramatic tone, "What's up with your voice? You're not happy I'm calling you?"
Chuckling softly, you replied, "It's not like that. Just... tired."
Minseo, always quick with her teasing, inquired about the baby. Confused, you questioned, "What's with the baby?"
With an eye roll you could almost feel through the phone, Minseo clarified, "Your baby! The baby inside you... How are they doin'?"
"As tired as their mom," you playfully responded, earning a laugh from Minseo. She then delved into the topic of keeping the baby, referencing her suggestion, to get an abortion. Swiftly dismissing the idea, you explained, "No! I heard it's hurting and takes time to recover. I don't—"
Minseo interrupted with a humorous impersonation, "I don't have time, I have works to do. Bla-bla-bla..." Her words made you laugh.
Regarding the father, you admitted to talking to him but hesitated to share the news. Minseo expressed concern, urging you not to keep the situation from him. However, you confessed, "I just think I don't need him in the frame. You know what I mean."
Concerned, Minseo probed, "But are you gonna be okay with that?" A pregnant pause followed as you contemplated the question, questioning your own feelings about having the baby.
"I don't know. Should I go with your suggestion instead?" you asked, prompting Minseo's playful screams.
"I was just joking! But... I support whatever you decide, Y/n. Just tell me first," Minseo reassured.
As you arrived at your apartment building, you concluded the call, promising to keep Minseo updated. The weight of the decisions ahead lingered, leaving you to grapple with the uncertainty of the future.
*
Feeling unexpectedly unwell, you woke up with a fever four days later. Quickly, you informed Jun and Seungcheol about the situation through messages, indicating the possibility of taking a day off. Seungcheol, concerned for your well-being, immediately called and offered to take you to the doctor or send one to your house. Politely declining, you assured him that a paracetamol might alleviate the fever.
Throughout the day, you remained in bed, the passage of time marked by your fitful sleep. The darkness outside hinted at the advancing evening, but your fever persisted, accompanied by bouts of nausea. Realizing you hadn't eaten since last night's simple ramen, you mustered the strength to walk to the kitchen.
Dizziness accompanied every step as you prepared another pack of ramen on the stove. Approaching the dinner table where your phone lay, you noticed a barrage of notifications that had accumulated since you turned it off in the morning. Just as you contemplated checking them, a phone call interrupted, and it was Minseo on the line.
Weakly greeting Minseo, you sensed the surprise in her voice as she questioned your well-being. Admitting, "I can't reach you all day. You okay, Y/n?" you confessed, "No... I feel about to faint."
Minseo's voice filled with concern as she pressed for details, "Hey... What's wrong?" The line remained silent as she called out your name repeatedly, growing increasingly anxious.
The lack of response heightened Minseo's panic, a situation she dreaded when leaving you alone. Despite your usual resilience, your occasional bouts of sickness always managed to evoke worry in her. She understood the contrasts in your persona – the organized, straight, and ideal image you presented to the world, counterbalanced by the underlying quirks of your clumsiness and forgetfulness. It was these very qualities that fueled your meticulous note-taking and organizational skills, making you an exceptional secretary.
Minseo, feeling the urgency of the situation, contemplated making a crucial phone call. Aware that something dangerous might transpire if she remained passive, she considered potential contacts. Mr. Park, her father's driver, was quickly dismissed as he was occupied attending to her father. Mr. Seo, her mother's assistant, was also ruled out, as informing him would inevitably reach her mother, who was unaware of Minseo's current location in the States.
Her thoughts turned to her brother. Trusting him implicitly, Minseo decided to call him. Dialing his number, she anxiously waited, relieved when he picked up after only a moment. The connection established, she began to share the concerning situation unfolding with you.
A playful voice greeted Minseo's call, "What is it, Kim Minseo?"
Panicking, Minseo quickly explained, "Oppa, help me! My friend is sick at the moment. And I think she's collapsed in the middle of a phone call!"
There was a pause for seconds before her brother responded, "And then?"
"She's in my apartment; she's my roommate. Can you come and see her? I just wanna know if she's fine," Minseo requested, making a favor to her brother.
She heard him sigh, "Why don't you check her yourself?"
"I'm not in Korea! I'm in the States," Minseo forcefully admitted. "Don't tell anyone."
Curiosity piqued, her brother pressed, "Why are you there? Tell me first!"
Minseo sighed, "I'll tell you later. Please come to my apartment first. Please! Please..."
"Alright, send me the location and details," he finally agreed, the concern evident in his voice.
*
As Mingyu sighed after ending the call with his younger sister, he signaled his secretary to drive to her apartment first. In the car, he muttered, "She only calls me if she needs anything."
Observing the situation, Mr. Song inquired, "Is it your sister?" Mingyu nodded in confirmation.
"She wants me to check on her friend. I'm a busy person; why doesn't she ask one of her friends?" Mingyu found the request somewhat perplexing.
Deciding to comply, he turned to Mr. Song, "Can you accompany me, Mr. Song? I don't think it'll be appropriate if I'm the only one who goes into the apartment."
Fortunately, the drive took only 15 minutes, as Mingyu was in the nearby area. Once they arrived, Mingyu scrutinized the details his sister had sent, leading them to the 8th floor and apartment number 802. Entering the elevator, Mingyu and Mr. Song ascended to the designated floor.
Arriving on the intended floor, Mingyu and Mr. Song were met with an unexpected aroma of smoke that hung in the air. Mr. Song astutely noticed wisps of smoke escaping from the door of apartment 802.
"Mr. Kim, there's smoke from inside," he urgently alerted Mingyu.
Worried, Mingyu swiftly called Minseo, urgently seeking the passcode. "Is your friend cooking something? There's smoke from inside," he conveyed the developing situation to his sister.
After Mr. Song adeptly opened the door, Mingyu concluded the phone call and entered the apartment. Smoke engulfed them, prompting both Mingyu and Mr. Song to shield their mouths and noses. The room was shrouded in a haze as they cautiously proceeded further inside.
Reacting quickly, Mr. Song rushed to the intercom, activating the smoke detection features. A cascade of water descended from the ceiling, effectively extinguishing the smoke. Simultaneously, Mingyu focused on locating Minseo's friend, while Mr. Song skillfully handled the kitchen fire with an extinguisher.
In a moment of shocking revelation, Mingyu discovered a familiar figure lying weakly on the floor. The unexpected sight heightened the urgency of the situation.
Mingyu's heartbeat seemed to halt for a moment as he realized it was you lying weakly on the floor. Shock and concern painted his features as he swiftly assessed the situation.
"Y/n!" he exclaimed, his worry evident as he helped you navigate through the smoke-filled room. The urgency to get you to safety propelled Mingyu into action.
As the commotion in the apartment drew attention, assistance was summoned to the building. Mingyu carefully supported your weakened body, guiding you towards the paramedics who had arrived on the scene. The gravity of the situation was palpable, and Mingyu's focus remained steadfast on ensuring your well-being.
With a sense of urgency, Mingyu handed you over to the waiting paramedics, who quickly took charge, assessing your condition and providing the necessary care. The atmosphere around the apartment building buzzed with a blend of concern and the organized efforts of those responding to the emergency.
Mingyu, visibly distressed, trailed alongside the paramedics as they transported you to the hospital. Concern etched across his face, he couldn't shake off the worry that had gripped him since discovering you in the smoke-filled apartment.
Meanwhile, Mr. Song took it upon himself to retrieve some essentials for Mingyu. Understanding the need for a change of clothes, he swiftly headed to gather necessary items from Mingyu's residence.
At the hospital, Mingyu anxiously waited by your side as the medical team attended to your needs. The sterile environment of the emergency room seemed to amplify the tension in the air. Mingyu's mind raced with thoughts of your well-being, the unexpected turn of events leaving him grappling with a mixture of anxiety and a fervent hope for your recovery.
As the medical staff worked to stabilize you, Mingyu clung to the hope that the prompt medical attention would bring about positive results. The waiting room became a sanctuary of anticipation, each passing moment laden with the weight of uncertainty.
Mingyu, now clad in fresh and dry clothes, had made the call to Seungcheol, your boss, updating him about your condition. Seungcheol, concerned for his secretary, immediately rushed to the hospital.
In the interim, Mingyu instructed Mr. Song to go home, assuring him that he would wait for any updates on your condition. The hospital room became a temporary haven for Mingyu, a place where the weight of worry and the desire for your recovery lingered.
As Seungcheol entered the room, he looked at Mingyu, his face a mirror of concern. "How did you find her?" Seungcheol inquired, seeking details about the situation.
"My sister called for help; she's her roommate," Mingyu explained, still overwhelmed with the relevance of the events that had unfolded. The anticipation in the room heightened as they waited for the doctor to arrive and shed light on your condition. The air was thick with a sense of urgency and concern, Seungcheol's presence serving as a testament to the tight-knit nature of the professional relationships that had become entwined with personal care and worry.
The doctor entered the room, and a hushed silence fell upon Mingyu and Seungcheol, their eyes locked on the medical professional who held the key to understanding your condition. The doctor, with a composed demeanor, began to detail the situation, "Her lungs were filled with smoke, and we've cleared it. However, recovery will take time, and we recommend several medical check-ups to monitor her progress."
A solemn nod from Mingyu and Seungcheol acknowledged the gravity of the situation. However, the atmosphere shifted when the doctor broached the subject of your pregnancy. "The baby is fine," the doctor reassured, but then added, "Careful body maintenance is crucial, especially in the delicate first trimester, which poses potential risks."
Mingyu and Seungcheol exchanged a bewildered glance, the revelation about your pregnancy catching them off guard. The unspoken tension in the room was palpable, and the weight of unexpected responsibilities settled upon their shoulders.
Surprised by this new information, the doctor, unaware of the dynamics between Mingyu and Seungcheol, inquired about the father. The question hung in the air, adding a layer of complexity to an already intricate situation. "I apologize for having to announce the situation this way," the doctor offered, sensing the discomfort in the room.
As the doctor conducted a few more checks, a conversation ensued between Mingyu and Seungcheol, attempting to process the unforeseen turn of events. Mingyu's voice carried a mix of astonishment and concern, "I had no idea."
Seungcheol, still processing the information, responded with a solemn nod, "Me neither."
The doctor, having fulfilled their medical duties, left the room, leaving Mingyu and Seungcheol to grapple with the newfound realities.
"I don't know Y/n has boyfriend." Seungcheol said as he turned his head toward Mingyu. Meanwhile Mingyu only could stand still in silence. Contemplating everything that has happened.
*
"Yeah, she's fine. I promised I'll take care of her. Just make sure you tell Mom soon that you're not in Korea," Mingyu reassured his sister over the phone, updating her on your condition.
Mingyu settled onto the sofa in your room, patiently awaiting the moment you'd regain consciousness. The clock mercilessly ticked away, indicating the wee hours of the morning – 3 am. Fatigue tugged at him; Mr. Song and Seungcheol had returned home hours ago. Still, Mingyu couldn't bring himself to leave your side after discovering the truth about your condition – the possibility of you carrying his child.
As he sat there, a mix of concern and anticipation played across Mingyu's face, his fatigue overshadowed by a sense of responsibility and newfound realization. The room held a quiet tension, disrupted only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock.
Mingyu found himself reflecting on the recent conversation with Seungcheol regarding your love life. Seungcheol had candidly admitted that, despite working closely for nearly five years, you never divulged any details about a boyfriend or romantic partner. This revelation was particularly striking, considering your previous role as his father's secretary. Mingyu's thoughts were further compounded by your recent statement that you were not one for romance, leading him to consider the possibility that he might be the only one who had shared intimate moments with you.
A heavy sigh escaped Mingyu as he contemplated his own admission. If he were to be honest, his sentiments mirrored yours. As the CEO, the weight of significant responsibilities for the company and its staff often overwhelmed him. Despite his parents attempting to arrange matches with various conglomerate daughters, none had piqued his interest. Mingyu's sister, ever the worrier, had chosen a different path, steering clear of the family business to pursue a culinary career.
In the quiet of the room, Mingyu grappled with the complexities of his life. The burden of expectations, both familial and professional, weighed heavily on him. His fatigue was not only physical but also carried the weight of emotional fatigue, a longing for something more than the orchestrated connections and societal expectations that surrounded him.
The memory of that pivotal night at Joshua's party flooded back to him. Mingyu recalled the details vividly – you in a sleek black dress, the distinct order you placed at the bar, the subtle grace with which you caught the bartender's attention. And then, there was that moment when you turned your head towards him, inquiring with a simple yet impactful, "How's life, Mr. Kim?" It was a question that had lingered in Mingyu's mind, offering a glimpse of connection and a departure from the orchestrated rhythm of his existence.
Mingyu couldn't help but let out a chuckle, finding himself at a loss for words in response to a question he rarely encountered. "How's life?" he mused internally.
"I don't know, how's yours?" he finally replied to your query, intrigued by the unexpected turn of conversation.
You nonchalantly shrugged and took a sip of your orange juice. "Great... Have to deal with a lot of work. But that's how life's supposed to be, right?" you remarked casually, and Mingyu felt a surprising sense of ease in conversing with you.
As the dialogue unfolded, Mingyu discovered a different side to you. You, who had garnered popularity among his friends, received commendation from Seungcheol for your efficiency as a secretary. Jeonghan and Seokmin, both directors in Seungcheol's company, couldn't stop praising your appearance. To them, it seemed like a waste for someone with your looks to be confined to the role of a secretary. Mingyu, too, was now realizing this as he observed the expression on your face while you responded to the questions he posed. Your answers resonated with him, and the realization sparked a connection that transcended the superficiality of social expectations.
Mingyu's alcohol tolerance had always been high, and he vividly recalled urging you to step outside for some fresh air that night. Amidst the ambient glow near the pool and beneath a palm tree, he found himself whispering compliments about your striking appearance. That innocent exchange led to a shared first kiss, and what began with a kiss soon escalated into something more dangerously intimate. Mingyu, fueled by alcohol, surrendered to the lack of control, embracing the pleasure rather than resenting it. In the haze of the night, he anticipated more with you.
However, the harsh light of morning revealed a stark reality – he was left alone. Cold and isolated, Mingyu attempted to reach out, but you remained elusive, even through Mr. Song. He sought you out at Seungcheol's company, only to discover that you were avoiding him. It wasn't until Wonwoo's birthday that he could finally confront you.
In the midst of that confrontation, Mingyu grappled with unexpected emotions. It dawned on him that what he felt for you transcended the physical, extending beyond mere desire. Through your words, your thoughts, and the passionate expression of your opinions that night, Mingyu realized he had encountered a connection that went beyond the surface – a romantic sentiment.
As the weight of the situation pressed on him, Mingyu confronted a profound question. Was it a sin to consider that the baby you were carrying might be his? The uncertainty hung in the air, a heavy burden that only intensified the emotional turbulence within Mingyu.
"You're awake," Mingyu uttered softly as you slowly opened your eyes, a series of coughs escaping you. Concern etched across his face, Mingyu promptly summoned the doctor to attend to your needs. With a watchful eye, he observed your reactions as the doctor provided an explanation of your condition. A glimmer of hope flickered in Mingyu's gaze when your eyes briefly met his during the mention of your baby's condition.
Once the doctor concluded their visit, Mingyu pulled a chair close to your bedside. "How's your feeling?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine concern.
You released a heavy sigh before confessing, "I was cooking ramen." Mingyu nodded in acknowledgment, understanding the mundane details that led to your current state. "And it burned your apartment as you collapsed. Your fever has gone down though," he added, checking your temperature and tenderly placing his hand on your forehead.
"Mr. Kim, please stop," you urged, puzzled by the revelation that Mingyu was the one who saved you and brought you to the hospital in the nick of time. "How do you even know my address?" confusion laced your inquiry.
Mingyu, lips tightened, began to explain, "Kim Minseo called me to help his friend. She's... my sister." His nervous explanation hung in the air, leaving a palpable tension as he struggled to find the right words.
A silent gasp escaped you as you connected the dots, realizing the familial connection between Mingyu and your friend Minseo. Mingyu's gaze scrutinized your expression before delicately broaching the topic of the baby. "Do you know that you're expecting?" he cautiously inquired, and you nodded in confirmation.
"A week ago. A day before Mr. Jeon's birthday party," you revealed, answering Mingyu's unspoken question.
Mingyu took a deep breath, "is it mine?" He finally asked.
A prolonged silence hung in the air as you gazed into Mingyu's eyes. The hospital room seemed to hold its breath, the only audible sounds being the hum of medical equipment and distant footsteps. Breaking the stillness, you shook your head quickly and uttered, "It's mine," diverting your eyes elsewhere.
Mingyu released a heavy exhale, his confusion palpable. "It's mine, right?" he pressed again, seeking confirmation and clarity.
In response, you gently urged him to leave. "You should go, Mr. Kim. You must be exhausted, and you have work this morning. Thank you for your kindness," you murmured, closing your eyes as if to feign rest.
*
As you were discharged from the hospital, a familiar face caught your attention. Wi Seunghyun, your mother's secretary, gestured for you to join him in the waiting car. In silence, you complied, feeling the weight of the gaze that had been following you for months now. The realization of the observer's identity finally dawned on you.
Seunghyun drove you to your parent's house, the journey feeling interminable. Exhaustion clung to you, but nervous anticipation kept your eyes wide open. The looming entrance into the house held the promise of confrontations and revelations. You couldn't help but wonder about your mother's reaction upon learning about your condition.
Upon entering the family room, Seunghyun placed your hospital bag as your mother rose from her seat. Instead of the expected embrace that usually accompanied such news, a hard slap resonated through the room, nearly sending you to the floor. The sting of the unexpected physical blow mirrored the emotional shock of your mother's harsh response, creating a tense and disheartening atmosphere.
"How could you be more stupid, Ji Y/n? Getting pregnant before married? Are you some kind of whore?" Your mother, Sung Yaeun, delivered a harsh commentary on your situation, the biting words cutting through the air after months of not seeing each other.
"You've burned your apartment, gone homeless, and pregnant. You only come home every time you're in trouble," she continued, her words carrying a tone of disappointment and frustration as she moved away to sit on the sofa.
"Mr. Wi, please lock her in her room. Make sure no one could meet her unless by my instruction," she commanded, and without hesitation, Mr. Wi complied, tightening his grip on your arm. As your mother's orders were executed, you found yourself silently following Mr. Wi to your room, watching as you were locked in from the outside, isolated in the familiar yet unwelcoming confines of your old room.
The weight of your mother's harsh words and the physical confinement left you frozen, grappling with the harsh reality of your current predicament. The room, once a place of solace, now felt like a prison, amplifying the emotional turmoil within you.
Returning to this room after almost 10 years, you sighed, a mixture of exhaustion and sorrow escaping you as your body leaned against the door. The realization of the gravity of the situation hit you, and silent tears streamed down your face.
The memories of the last time you were in this house surfaced – the day your father passed away. Locked away and denied the chance to bid your father farewell, you had been blamed for his death by your mother. This confinement, the echoes of past injustices, resonated with the pain you thought you had left behind.
The recollection of being locked away and unjustly accused of your father's death brought forth a flood of emotions. Despite the passing years, the wounds remained fresh. The recognition that you didn't deserve the treatment meted out by your mother – the isolation, the starvation – washed over you. It wasn't the first time you had experienced being locked away, but now, you understood you didn't deserve it.
Escaping to your former nanny's house had been your refuge, a sanctuary where you completed your education and found a way to stand on your own. Working as Seungcheol's dad's secretary marked a turning point, allowing you to secure your own place and break free from the shackles of your past. Yet, the return to this house served as a stark reminder of the pain you had endured and the strength it took to overcome it.
From childhood, you grappled with the perplexing mystery of your mother's disdain. Her treatment was marked by physical abuse, emotional neglect, and an unsettling abandonment of your presence. Your father, blinded by allegiance, justified her actions under the guise of it being for your own good. Yet, amidst the turmoil, you slowly comprehended that love was an elusive sentiment within the confines of your home. The only solace you found was in the embrace of your nanny, Gam Mijoo, who became the beacon of warmth and care you craved.
As time unfolded, you began treating Mijoo as a surrogate parent, finding the love and nurturing that had eluded you elsewhere. However, the cruel hands of fate intervened when she passed away during your college years, succumbing to a heart attack.
Locked away in your childhood home, memories of Mijoo's comforting presence fueled your resilience. Despite the pain, you vowed to provide a different life for your unborn child, one filled with love and understanding.
*
A week had passed, and Mingyu found himself seated in front of his parents after a month, attempting to salvage their weekly dinners that had turned sporadic due to his demanding schedule. Amidst the shared meal, his father dropped an unexpected bombshell, leaving not only Mingyu but also his mother visibly stunned.
Mingyu's mother's voice rose to an uncharacteristic pitch, "What?!"
"Daeyoung suddenly came and congratulated me for your engagement. So, I was wondering if you finally found a girl you want to marry," his father revealed, triggering a heavy sigh from Mingyu. Lee Jaewook, the scoundrel.
The air thickened with tension as Mingyu grappled with the unforeseen revelation, and a mixture of disbelief and frustration played across his mother's face.
"So the woman from the article weeks ago. It was her? Your fiancée?" Mingyu's mother suddenly bombarded him with questions, referring to a photo taken while Mingyu was escorting you to his hotel room on the night of Joshua's birthday. Fortunately, they had blurred your face, only his was visible.
"Let's not talk about that," Mingyu said, attempting to halt his parents' interrogation.
His mother scoffed, "Why? We should talk about this! How dare you have an engagement without involving us. Is that a trend among youth nowadays?" Mingyu's father nodded in agreement, intensifying Mingyu's fatigue as he grappled with what response to give his parents.
"So, who's the girl? When can we meet her?" His father asked with curiosity, leaning in for answers.
Mingyu, caught off guard, shrugged, hesitating to provide an immediate response. "Answer your father, Kim Mingyu," urged his mother, her tone demanding clarity.
Sighing, Mingyu mumbled, "She's busy," buying himself time to consider his next words.
Mingyu's mother's eyes sparkled with curiosity, "Is she finishing her study abroad so that she can't meet us as soon as possible?" she guessed, eager for details. However, Mingyu shook his head, revealing a different truth.
"She's Seungcheol's secretary," Mingyu confessed, the weight of the revelation settling in the room.
Mingyu's father furrowed his brows, questioning, "You're in a relationship with a subordinate? Is she from a conglomerate?" The inquiry sent a wave of nervous tension through Mingyu as he grappled with the potential implications of his choices.
Mingyu shook his head, trying to maintain a facade of calmness. "She's an ordinary staff," he stated, a hint of defiance in his voice.
His mother gasped, "No! Your grandfather won't let you become the heir if you don't marry a conglomerate," she mumbled, a sense of family expectations weighing heavily on the conversation.
Rolling his eyes, Mingyu asserted, "I won't marry a spoiled conglomerate daughter," expressing his firm stance.
The discussion continued, with Mingyu's mother expressing her desire for him to marry someone he truly wanted. However, in the midst of their conversation, a sudden interruption occurred as Mingyu's father's secretary approached, presenting something on his screen. All eyes shifted to Mingyu, who was in the midst of his dinner.
"What?" Mingyu inquired, slightly irritated.
His father, removing his glasses and placing them on the dinner table, declared, "Kim Mingyu, I want you to bring her this weekend." A pregnant pause filled the air.
The weight of those words hit Mingyu like a sudden storm. Shocked and unable to comprehend what he had just heard, he rose from his seat and walked away from the dinner table. Mingyu hastily grabbed his phone, bombarded with messages from his secretary and friends. The notifications revealed a shocking headline: 'Kim Mingyu Seen in Hospital, Mysterious Girl Turns Out to be a Fiancée.' The revelation sent a wave of disbelief and confusion through Mingyu's already tumultuous evening.
Mingyu hurriedly made his way to his apartment, where he and Mr. Song had agreed to meet. Just as he entered, his phone rang, and Seungcheol's name flashed on the screen. Bracing himself, he answered, "I can explain."
A storm of rage and fury erupted from Seungcheol's voice, "How dare you touch my secretary!"
Concerned about your well-being, Mingyu quickly inquired, "Are you with her, hyung?" Hoping you were safe and in the company of Seungcheol.
Seungcheol's hum echoed through the phone, "In fact, she's been living in my house for almost a week."
Mingyu felt a stab of surprise, almost losing his composure at the unexpected revelation. "Why is she in your house?" he questioned, trying to make sense of the situation.
Seungcheol explained calmly, "You remember her apartment was burnt? It takes time to get it done. So she's living here temporarily. My girlfriend didn't mind either."
Sighing in relief, Mingyu acknowledged, "Alright, I'll be there in twenty, hyung." He ended the call, immediately contacting Mr. Song to redirect him to Seungcheol's place. As Mingyu navigated the complexities of the unfolding events, emotions ranging from relief to confusion swirled within him.
"She's in her room with Nari," Seungcheol mentioned, referring to his girlfriend. "However, I want to have a talk with you first," he continued, gesturing for Mingyu to sit on his couch.
As they settled into an uneasy silence, Seungcheol voiced the thought lingering in the air, "So, you two have an affair that I don't know," his words carried a mix of accusation and confusion, leaving Mingyu grappling for an adequate explanation.
Seungcheol's gaze bore into Mingyu, probing for answers, "Is she the girl in the recent articles?"
Mingyu, feeling the weight of truth, nodded, adding, "Also the one you've seen previously."
Curiosity etched Seungcheol's face as he asked, "How long have you two been seeing each other?"
Nervously shaking his head, Mingyu replied, "We're not seeing each other. It just happened... But I truly care for her."
Seungcheol observed Mingyu's sincerity before delivering a revelation that added another layer of complexity, "I can see... But you know, Y/n's situation is complicated. She's having a baby."
Mingyu nodded, acknowledging the weight of the situation. "I actually think... it's mine," he confessed, revealing the depth of his realization.
Seungcheol, unfazed but understanding, remarked, "Kinda expected it, seeing how shocked you were when the doctor revealed it."
"However," Seungcheol continued, his frustration evident, "I don't think it's time for romance and all. The situation has become so complicated." He wiped his face, grappling with the complexities ahead.
Exhaling heavily, Mingyu leaned on the sofa, admitting, "I told my parents that we're both engaged. And they want to meet us this weekend."
Seungcheol silently gasped, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and resignation. "Kim Mingyu," he sighed, closing his eyes, "you know how to make things even more complicated." The tangled web of emotions and circumstances unfolded, leaving both men entangled in a situation neither had anticipated.
*
After a lengthy discussion with Mingyu, you concluded that it would be better to temporarily live with him rather than in Seungcheol's house. Despite Seungcheol being not only a great boss but also a good friend, you didn't want to impose on him and his girlfriend any further. Mingyu had shared his parents' response to the recent article, urging you to attend the upcoming dinner as his fiancée to maintain a semblance of normalcy. You agreed, as long as your identity remained private and Mingyu handled the situation.
However, there was one piece of shocking news for Mingyu. In reality, you were the heir of JIS Corp, a global automotive company based in South Korea. Your father, Ji Seunggi, was a former president of JIS Corp before it transitioned to being managed by a board vote after his passing. Meanwhile, your mother currently held the position of CEO within the company. The revelation left Mingyu puzzled and intrigued.
As Mingyu processed this unexpected disclosure, the question lingered in the air: why did you decide to work with Seungcheol despite your prominent family background?
"I didn't know you were Minseo's roommate," Mingyu admitted as you both drove to his place.
Humming, you responded, "I didn't know you were Minseo's brother." The revelation about your family backgrounds hadn't been a topic of discussion between you and Minseo, both preferring to keep a low profile regarding your respective family names.
Mingyu recalled a recent phone call with his sister, "She called me to help you that night... She's technically begging."
You sighed, acknowledging Minseo's sometimes bothersome but well-intentioned nature, "Yeah, she can be a bit—"
Mingyu cut in with a soft chuckle, "I know what you mean, darling."
Blinking at the unexpected pet name, you couldn't help but wonder, "Darling?" His choice of endearment added a surprising layer to the conversation, leaving you slightly taken aback.
You cleared your throat and asked, "Is your place far?" Mingyu shook his head.
"Not that far. It's pretty close to my company building and Choi Group. Do you drive to work?" Mingyu inquired.
"No," you confessed, surprising him. "Surprisingly, I couldn't drive."
Mingyu's brows raised, "Really? Then who drives for you and Seungcheol hyung?"
"Mostly, Mr. Won," you mentioned Seungcheol's driver. "But sometimes Seungcheol drove himself."
Mingyu smiled, "It's the first time I heard you call hyung by his name. It was always Mr. Choi."
You sighed, "I know, it's still awkward for me to change it. I've been calling him Mr. Choi for the past 5 years. He asked me, though, so I can't really refuse." You explained your reason to Mingyu.
"How about calling me Mingyu? Is it gonna be burdensome for you?"
You tilted your head, unsure. "I don't know."
Mingyu smirked, "Or do you have anything in your mind? Babe? Honey? Yeobo?" He joked, and you sighed loudly.
"Mingyu," you said carefully, a wide grin appearing on Mingyu's face.
"That's better than Mr. Kim," Mingyu remarked, savoring the shift in familiarity between you two.
Once you two arrived at his place, Mingyu immediately offered any assistance as you settled onto the couch. He took the time to give you a brief tour of his clean and organized house, explaining the available guest room for you.
"You could put your stuff and clothes here," he suggested, pointing to a section in his closet connected to his home office.
As you settled in, Mingyu inquired about cooking, to which you nodded hesitantly, not wanting to impose on him further. Surprisingly, he suggested, "Me too. But we're out of ingredients. Do you mind going to the grocery store tomorrow?"
"Sure," you agreed, appreciating his willingness to share responsibilities.
Mingyu bit his lip, hesitating before revealing a shelf in his kitchen stocked with pregnancy products—from formula to vitamins and snacks. "I asked my secretary to have this ready for you... just in case you need them," he explained.
Looking at the products, you shifted your gaze to Mingyu and whispered, "Thanks." His hand reached for yours on the kitchen island, intertwining fingers. "Just want the best for the baby," he mumbled, his genuine concern evident.
Watching your hands together, you found a sense of security around Mingyu. The revelation escaped your lips, "Our baby." The words surprised both of you, Mingyu's eyes meeting yours at the unexpected declaration.
"O-our? Yeah, our baby," Mingyu stammered, taken aback by your words. The truth revealed in that moment opened a new chapter, catching both of you off guard but bringing a genuine connection to the forefront.
In the warm glow of Mingyu's living room, a vulnerable question hung in the air. "Are you accepting my feelings, Y/n?" Mingyu courageously asked, his heart brimming with emotions that he struggled to put into words. Happiness? Love? Tonight had certainly stirred something profound within him.
Rather than answering immediately, you took a slow and hesitant step towards him. With arms outstretched, you embraced his torso, your voice barely audible as you mumbled, "Please take care of me." Mingyu's chest tightened with the rapid beating of his heart, mirroring your vulnerability. His hands mirrored yours, enveloping your body in a reassuring embrace.
"Let's stay like this for a moment, okay?" Mingyu whispered, creating an atmosphere of quiet intimacy, where unspoken emotions lingered in the air.
In that tender moment, Mingyu's soothing words broke the silence, "You're doing great, Y/n... You're doing so well." The sincerity in his compliment was palpable, marking the first time you felt a genuine acknowledgment of your efforts and emotions. The atmosphere shifted into one of mutual understanding and acceptance, as the connection between you two deepened in the stillness of the room.
*
The weight of suffocating thoughts pulled you from your sleep, haunted by the lingering fear of a repeat incident since the last apartment fire. Midnight's dimness cast a soft glow as you rose from your bed, craving solace in a sip of water. A leak of light drew your attention to Mingyu's home office – was he still working?
The desire for something more than water surfaced, remembering the provisions Mingyu had prepared. As you opened the shelf, searching for a glass, a realization struck – there were none in sight. An unexpected arm reaching for a higher shelf startled you.
"I'm sorry," Mingyu said, aware of his sudden movement. He handed you a glass, taking a step back as you proceeded to make yourself a comforting glass of milk.
"You're still working at this hour?" you asked Mingyu, breaking the silence that lingered in the dimly lit room.
Mingyu shrugged, "Just finishing some paperwork," he explained.
Turning towards him, you offered, "Need help?" anticipating the weight of late-night tasks.
Mingyu chuckled, "I appreciate it, but no thanks. I couldn't pay you overtime." He joked, acknowledging the unconventional hour – 2 in the morning.
Laughing softly, you reassured him, "Seungcheol pays me enough. Just take it as a rent payment."
Mingyu shook his head, refusing the suggestion, "I should ask for those rent payments for something else."
Curious, you asked, "What do you mean?" with a chuckle.
Mingyu playfully suggested, "Maybe a kiss? Or..." leaving the sentence open-ended.
Rolling your eyes, you responded, "Shut up," as you finished making your milk and settled onto the counter.
Mingyu followed you to the counter, his arms unconsciously creating a barricade as he stood beside you. "How's your everyday life look like?" he asked, breaking the quietude of the night.
Sipping on your milk, you shared, "It's pretty basic. Waking up, having breakfast that I prepared the night before. I walk to the bus station, grab breakfast and coffee for Seungcheol on the way to the office. After work, if I'm too tired, I'll take a cab. Sometimes, Mr. Won drives me home too."
"Sometimes I think about learning to drive, but I'm just too afraid," you admitted.
Mingyu nodded, his mind drifting to a shocking news from 15 years ago. "My father died in a car accident," you revealed, watching his face as you shared such a deeply personal and traumatic piece of information. "I was with him, in the car." The weight of the revelation lingered, creating an unspoken connection between you and Mingyu in the quiet of the night.
Mingyu let out a heavy breath slowly. His arms raised to embrace you, "I'm glad you're safe," he said, tightening the hug. In that quiet moment, the weight of past fears and unspoken pain became a bridge, connecting you and Mingyu in the comfort of the present.
*
Dear diary,
Today marks the beginning of my second year of Senior High School. I'm grateful that Minseo and I are in the same class again this year. I don't know how I would survive high school without Minseo. Although I've befriended everyone, Minseo has been a pillar of support for me since the last time 'she' taunted me.
Minseo confided in me that she likes Taehyung, a boy who sits in front of her and enjoys listening to music with headphones. She mentioned they will have a group project after school, and if Taehyung doesn't ask her out, she plans to make the first move. Minseo asked me if there's anyone I'm interested in within our class or even in the entire school. She seemed surprised when I said no. How could someone not liking anyone yet be considered weird? Perhaps it's because my standards are as high as my father's. Speaking of my father, he's the greatest man I've ever known. However, I couldn't just reveal to Minseo that my father was the President of JIS Corp, could I?
I miss my father.
**
Dear diary,
Today, after visiting my therapist, she prescribed me sleeping pills in case nightmares return. Meanwhile, Minseo informed me that she dropped out of her business major in college, and she seems genuinely happy about it. I'm relieved she's finally able to choose her own path. I wonder if her parents reacted as negatively as mine did.
When was the last time I saw 'her'? Perhaps a year ago, at my father's memorial. She questioned my presence there, as if I weren't part of the family. I chose not to engage with her, following my therapist's advice: block those who hurt you and prevent you from loving yourself.
What is love anyway? I've forgotten its meaning since 'she' did what she did. I wonder if I'll ever experience love again. It's difficult to develop an interest in anyone.
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I Think I'm in Love with You
pairing : minghao (the8) x fem reader
summary : you and minghao have been close friends since college and you deeply care for each other—maybe in a level deeper than you would've expected—but you just didn't know it
genre : fluff, just cute & tooth-rotting fluffidy fluff, non-idol!au, a little hurt & comfort perhaps
word count : 4.2k
warnings : minghao is an ice prince, drinking & getting drunk, implied jealousy, reader has a serious case of self-doubt 💀
notes : new york in winter ❄️☃️; photos not mine, credits to rightful owners!
You sat right across an annoyed Minghao while the girl next to him talked his ear off.
And you couldn't help but laugh because he looked rather cute trying not to roll his eyes too excessively at the girl.
Meanwhile, the guy next to you tried to get your attention as well.
It's a cold winter day, and you were on a double date: you with your co-worker, and Minghao with your co-worker's friend.
Initially, it was only supposed to be you and your co-worker, Isaac. But his friend, Abigail, wanted to tag along and asked if you knew someone who she could have as a date.
You had Minghao on your mind, since you knew he was single. But you weren't sure if he wanted to go.
However, Abigail was adamant, and she had you call Minghao on the spot.
"Hey, it's me!" You said on the phone.
"Hi, Y/N! Why'd you call?"
"Well—uh..."
You really didn't want to bother him, but your co-worker's friend was too excited.
"Do you wanna go on a double date with me?"
Abigail was rather too excited, talking about how she wants you to convince Minghao to go while you struggled to hear his reply.
"Sure, why not? Just text me the time and location."
He agreed, to your surprise. And you weren't sure why.
You knew he wasn't really the type to just go on double dates—or dates in general, for that matter.
"Oh, okay. Great! I'll text you the details soon." You told him before ending the call, then you turned to Abigail. "He said yes."
Abigail shrieked in excitement.
Unfortunately, you had forgotten to tell Minghao that you weren't his date.
So now back to the café of your choice.
If you were being honest, you were just trying to see if you would click with your co-worker outside of the working place, which he understood.
He, too, wasn't really looking for anything serious when he asked you. If things between you go well on the date, then why not try, right?
But the date wasn't as exciting as you'd expected, and Isaac felt the same.
Oh, well—you both tried anyway.
No hard feelings, really.
Your co-worker's friend Abigail, however, was way too enamored at your dear friend Minghao.
But he wasn't having any of it.
The date, in question, finally ended after two hours. And the moment it did, Minghao was quick to say, "Y/N and I are neighbors, so we'll go home together."
You didn't have time to protest because then Isaac just shrugged and said that he'll accompany his friend home.
"It was nice meeting you, Minghao. Anyway, see you at work, Y/N!"
"Bye, Minghao! Hope we'll get a second date!"
"Bye, nice meeting you."
"Bye! See you at work!"
Soon, the two of them were on their way, and you were with Minghao.
"Since when were we neighbors?" You asked him, a light-hearted laugh escaping your lips.
"Since you didn't tell me that I had a different date." He said in a deadpan tone.
"Yeah, sorry. I forgot to tell you about that part. Forgive me?" You apologized, giving him a pout.
His sharp expression turned soft and soon, he was chuckling softly. "Sure. Let's get you home."
"Yey!" You jumped a little as the two of you walked down the snow-filled New York streets.
When you shivered, Minghao noticed how you weren't wearing gloves in this cold weather.
So he took off his own from his hands and gave you his leather gloves.
"Oh—you don't have to—"
"Just take them, Y/N. You're gonna freeze."
You smiled gratefully at him as you took his gloves, feeling a little bit of warmth when you wore it.
And just like he said, he took you home to your apartment.
♢
You met Xu Minghao at college, during freshman year.
He was known to be cold and straightforward by most people—except you.
You knew him to be very friendly and rather sweet.
So, you were a bit skeptical when some mutual friends asked you how you were close with him.
"What do you mean? He's actually pretty friendly."
You shrugged.
"Maybe to you, but not to everyone else."
When your friend, who was a classmate of his, spotted him at the locker area putting some stuff in his locker, she called onto him.
"Hey! Minghao!"
You saw how Minghao turned towards your friend with a cold stare, but the moment he saw you, his face lit up.
"Hey, Y/N!"
You waved back at him, then continued to walk with your friend.
"See! I told you! Did you see how he ignored me but not you?"
You laughed at her and just said, "well, we're pretty close. Maybe you just need to talk to him more so you'll get closer too."
"Yeah, right. Already tried that. He just doesn't like talking to people unless it's you."
Those were your college days.
When you and him graduated, you stayed close and had the same circle of friends.
Sometimes, when these friends ask to hang out, Minghao is always present as long as you are.
And even when he's already friends with some girls from your circle, you noticed how he doesn't like them being touchy with him.
You would laugh when he'd literally dodge the girls from your friend group whenever they try to get close to him.
And he would just display an icy glare towards them, as if saying, "don't even dare."
Oh, but you.
You were special.
You didn't know it, but you definitely were.
Because you were the only girl he chooses to not ignore.
You were the only girl he chooses to smile at.
You were the only girl he chooses to talk to for hours when these hangouts would occur.
But you didn't notice it, because you were close with everybody else, and you talk to literally everyone.
There was one time in those hangouts where you got drunk.
Not too much since you still remember the happenings—or so you thought—but it was obvious you were incapable of standing up anymore.
It was one of those hangouts where everyone stayed up until 3 in the morning, just drinking and talking about life, laying down on the floor and falling asleep.
You, Minghao, and two other people were still awake.
As the four of you talked, you could barely sit up straight.
So Minghao, who was next to you on the floor, moved behind you so you could lean on his torso for support while he continued to drink and talk.
The other two teased him for acting so sweet towards you while he openly rejects other girls.
He had an uncontrollable grin on his lips, to which he blames the alcohol, and just said, "she's my closest friend since freshman year."
Meanwhile, you laughed out loud because everything was just funny when you're drunk.
You didn't really remember any of that happening, or the next thing that happened. You weren't sure at which part of the night you fell asleep.
You just remembered waking up next to Minghao.
Some of your friends were still asleep on the floor while two of them were awake already.
"Hao," you shook him, waking him up. "Hao, wake up."
When he did, you told him about your headache.
He gathered his senses for a bit, before standing and helping you up.
Minghao then told the other two that he'll take you home.
He wasn't really that drunk, just a little groggy.
So you both bid goodbye to them and hailed a cab going to your apartment.
You were having the worst headaches that time, and when you'd told Minghao, he decided to stay for a while.
You were glad the both of you had the day off from work.
Minghao, despite not feeling okay as well, took care of you that time.
He just drank a painkiller for his mild headache, then proceeded to take care of you.
He cooked some soup, prepared you a bath, and he assisted you with the medicine for your headace.
You, on the other hand, were so tired and a little out of it.
After taking a bath, eating soup, and drinking medicine, you asked if Minghao could stay with you.
He said yes with a soft smile, and he sat on an armchair next to your bed.
The sleepy smile you had as you talked yourself to sleep made him smile.
You didn't know it, because you fell asleep fast, but you make him very happy.
♢
Years have passed since college, and you were still close with Minghao.
You had different works, different schedules, different daily lives.
You couldn't always hang out with friends, but you and Minghao could still find time for each other.
Your co-worker, Isaac, had asked if Minghao was already your boyfriend, to which you denied.
"We're just really close." You had told him.
He didn't really believe that. But he just shrugged, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"Yeah, sure. It's quite obvious, though."
"What's obvious?" You asked, clueless.
"You know, you and him." He replied, giving you a playful look.
The moment he said that, something in you suddenly changed.
You didn't know what it was, you just felt like there was something different.
If you were being honest, you never really thought about dating Minghao. It just never crossed your mind.
Until now.
And ever since then, something in you just clicked.
It wasn't that clear yet. You'd gone to a couple of usual hangouts with only Minghao before you realized it.
Going to art museums because he finds it fun, the way you admire paintings and artworks in utter and complete awe.
Visiting libraries and bookstores because he finds it cute, the way you jump up and down in excitement of seeing new books to read and research about.
Relaxing at cafés because he likes the way you smile whenever you're drinking hot coffee, especially in the winter.
Of course, all of that were unbeknownst to you.
The whole time, you thought it's just because he wants your casual company whenever he does those things.
You had no idea about all of that.
Right now, it was all about you just looking at him, through the lenses of a wonderstruck being.
He was just reading a book across from you at one of your favorite cafés, drinking his hot cup of tea.
But you were in awe of him.
After that, he just walked you to your apartment with his usual sweet smile—one that he doesn't like showing to people that weren't you.
But you were in a daze because of him.
It was one of those regular days where he's not with you because he already went home, and it's not like he stays at your apartment after the two of you hung out.
But you were saddened at the absence of him.
Wow.
How come you never noticed it before?
You like Xu Minghao.
Very much.
♢
Ever since your co-worker pointed it out—and you figured it out—you've been feeling down.
Lately, you just felt sad at the fact that you like Minghao, but it's probably not the same for him.
Granted, he's very closed-off from most people but is very nice and sweet when it comes to you.
However, you chalked it up to him being just the way he is.
He's very straightforward, he doesn't like people getting too close to his comfort zone, and he has an ice-cold personality that wards off most people—you just happened to be lucky for being a friend from college.
After figuring out these feelings, you became self-aware.
What if you were too much for him sometimes?
What if he actually doesn't like it when you ask him to hang out?
What if he's just feeling forced to go with you because you and him go way back?
"Hey, Y/N! Do you wanna hang out? I got you something for the winter season."
His tone was that of excitement.
"Hello, Hao."
But yours wasn't.
Not after your realizations.
"Oh, are you alright? Why do you sound sad?"
"It's nothing. I think I'll pass for now. I don't feel too good to go outside."
"Is that so? Well, okay. I hope you feel well soon."
Half an hour after the call, someone rang on your doorbell.
And you were surprised to see Minghao at the door, a bag of groceries in one hand and a paper bag in the other.
"Hao—what are you doing here?" You asked, wide-eyed.
"I thought you sounded sad, so I came here to cheer you up. And like I said, I got you something."
Minghao was quick to work in the kitchen with the ingredients he bought at the grocery store.
Since he thought you were sick, he made you a special soup.
You two ate it as you watched snow fall from your windowpane at 6 in the evening.
When you looked at Minghao, he had that really cute smile that you deemed your favorite as he talked about his day.
But all you could do was smile back sadly, because he doesn't feel the same way you do.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing. Just tired from work." You lied, so he woudn't worry.
"Well, I have just the thing to make you happy."
He got the paper bag and took out a brown box. When he opened it, a nice-looking night lamp appeared before you.
It was a black cylindrical-shaped lamp, with multiple small holes on its shade.
You stared at it, wondering what the color of the light inside was.
Minghao plugged in the night lamp and put it on the floor, signaling for you to sit down there as well.
You did, despite having no clue what for.
He then stood up to turn off all the lights in your apartment, before sitting next to you.
When he's snuggly sat on the floor, he then told you to look up at the ceiling, to which you followed, before turning the light of the lamp on.
Your eyes widened in awe of the sight.
Your ceiling and walls were full of blue stars, and you couldn't help but stare in wonder.
Minghao's lips curved upward in a smile at the sight of you.
"Wow."
"I remembered how you told me that there are always no stars during winter, so when I saw this at the department store, I bought it for you."
"Really?"
You looked at him, even more surprised. He had that favorite smile of yours.
For a moment, you just let yourself bask in his presence.
It didn't matter if he didn't like you. This moment with him was enough.
"Thanks, Hao. I love it."
You said with a grateful smile, while he displayed a soft one.
"I'm glad."
You both laid down on the floor, heads touching as you watched the faux stars around you, the snow outside falling silently.
"You can change the settings to different colors..."
♢
You had gotten over your sadness of your unrequited feelings for Minghao.
It had been two weeks since that night he visited you and gifted you the lamp. Since then, you always turned it on before going to sleep.
You were fine now. Just happy to be one of Minghao's closest friend. Just happy that you get to hang out with him on a regular basis.
Just wonderfully fine.
Until you weren't.
Abigail, your co-worker's friend from that double date, had asked for Minghao's number. Isaac informed you one day at the office.
And when he said that, your world shattered.
Why was she asking for Minghao's number? Is she going to ask him to go out again? Why was she interested in him?
You weren't even sure if she enjoyed the double date last time.
So why was she asking for his number?
You didn't want to give it to her. But that would be rude. Not to mention, you weren't even his girlfriend.
You had no reason to gatekeep him.
Reluctantly—and rather heartbroken—you gave Minghao's number to Isaac, to which he then passed onto Abigail.
You also texted Minghao, telling him that Abigail got his number from you.
At first, you were shocked when he texted you back.
"Why did you give her my number?"
You weren't sure at the tone of his message since it was just a text, but to you it sounded as if he was angry.
You texted back an apology, and told him why you couldn't refuse Abigail's request.
To which he replied back, "Never mind. She got it already."
Now you were sadder than you were before.
What did he mean by that message? Was he still mad at you for giving Abigail his number? Or was he glad that Abigail got his number?
Does he like Abigail?
You weren't sure. All you knew was that he didn't reply anymore after you apologized again.
The next day was Friday. And you heard from Isaac that Abigail asked Minghao out on a date tomorrow.
That was all you knew. Isaac didn't really elaborate. So during work, all you had in your mind was Minghao going on a date with Abigail.
And you couldn't focus.
You went home in a downcast mood. You ate dinner sadly, you watched TV but you couldn't feel happy.
You and Minghao were close, but it's not like you texted or chatted daily.
You both just regularly checked on each other.
So you were just completely heartbroken when no texts or messages from him came up.
Not even an update about him and Abigail's date tomorrow.
Sigh...
You couldn't tell Minghao how you felt, so now that somebody else tried to, it felt like you lost.
It felt like you lost a game that you didn't even know you were playing.
So, you sulked yourself into sleep.
And in doing so, you didn't notice the unknown number that texted you a little after 8.
The next morning, you woke up sad.
You remembered it was Saturday, no work. But it was Minghao and Abigail's date today.
You didn't get up, even after waking up at 12 in the afternoon. You didn't even look at your phone.
You just stared at the ceiling, then at the snow outside your window.
You ate brunch very late, only getting up on your feet at 2.
Then you just watched TV.
But nothing can take your mind away from Minghao.
You wondered what time they met up, if he was smiling at Abigail the way he smiles at you, if he was having a good time with her.
Minghao didn't seem like he enjoyed the double date last time. But it was strange that he didn't text you about his date today.
Maybe, he didn't feel like telling you. It's not like he was required to. There must be at least some limits to your friendship.
His romantic relationships must be one of them.
So you just continued to sulk for another hour and a half. You didn't even look at your phone, you didn't have the heart to check it.
Even the unknown number that has texted you more than five times went to the list of things you chose to ignore.
It must be one of those scams, you thought.
Lately, you've been receiving a lot of scam messages from unknown numbers, so you learned to ignore it rather than deleting them one by one.
At half past 4 in the afternoon, you were so miserable, lying on the carpeted floor of the living room, when the doorbell rang.
You suddenly felt alert, quickly sitting up straight.
Who could be ringing your doorbell at this moment?
You weren't expecting any parcels or food deliveries. And it's not like your friends would just unexpectedly turn up at your door.
You weren't expecting anyone at all, so you were skeptical as to who it was ringing your doorbell.
"Just a minute!"
You shouted as you quickly tied your hair in a bun, trying to look presentable for the unexpected visitor.
When you opened the door slightly, you were shocked to see Minghao.
Hurriedly, you unlocked the chain and opened the door wide.
"H—Hao? What are you doing here?" You asked, a feeling of deep surprise washing over you as you let him in.
You then saw the bouquet of flowers he was holding, and the first thing you thought was, "Oh, so he's on his way to his date now. But what is he doing here?"
Your face immediately turned solemn, and this didn't go unnoticed by Minghao.
Instead, he presented the bouquet to you and said, "this is for you, Y/N."
What?
"What—wait—but—"
You struggled to form coherent words.
"Aren't you supposed to be on a date with Abigail today?"
His face turned skeptical.
"Who told you that?"
"My co-worker, Isaac. He said you and Abigail are going out on a date today."
You answered with an uninterested tone, looking to the side.
"Well, he didn't tell you that I rejected her."
At those words, your ears perked up.
You couldn't look at Minghao, too shy to face him. And even more so when your eyes turned to the bouquet of flowers in front of you.
"So this is... for me?"
Slowly, you took the bouquet from his hands and smelled it.
It was still fresh, arranged with a light blue wrapper.
"I've been texting you, Y/N."
Your soft and shy smile turned to surprise when he said those words.
"Really? But I haven't received any messages from you."
Minghao chuckled at that.
"Yeah, I figured. I changed numbers, I was the one texting you multiple times since last night."
Oh...
If your cheeks weren't red earlier, it was now.
You didn't know it was him. You thought it was a scam, so you kept ignoring it.
"Sorry... I thought it was one of those scams so I didn't even look at it." You admitted sheepishly.
But moreover, you were shocked at the fact that he changed his phone number.
Minghao just smiled softly at you. "Sorry about that. Abigail blew up my phone when you gave her my number. I had to change it."
The sudden revelations kept coming, and you kept being shocked from them.
"But why are you here, Hao?"
Even if you had an idea, you didn't think it was true.
It was too good to be true, too much of a wishful thinking on your part.
But Minghao just shook his head as he chuckled at you.
"Isn't it obvious?" He said in his usual calm voice. "I rejected Abigail because I care for you."
Oh, you thought, well thanks for that, I guess.
"Deeply."
Maybe it's not what I'm thinking.
"Maybe even more than that."
Wait, wha—
"Um, I didn't know if you noticed, but I actually like you."
Minghao blushed at his confession, making you look up at him with deep surprise.
He likes me? Is this for real?
"Since... Since when?"
You asked, rather stunned at his revelation. But deep inside, you couldn't believe what he just said. You even thought it was a joke.
But the bouquet of flowers said otherwise. They were red camellias, your favorite kind that blooms in winter.
Minghao had turned into a blushing mess, a sight that you never thought to see in your years of friendship.
"Since college," he confessed. "I wasn't just cold to the other girls because of my personality. I didn't like most of them, but... it's also because they don't make me feel the way you do."
And then all of those things suddenly made sense to you.
The way he rejected the girls who liked him back in college, the way he also didn't like some of your mutual female friends getting too close with him, and the way he blocked Abigail permanently.
All because of you.
Honestly, you thought it was just in his nature to avoid girls.
It was strange, but you always assumed it was involuntary—like he just does it without giving much thought to his actions.
After all, he was infamously known as the ice prince back in your college days.
And you always assumed that you just happened to be very lucky to get on his good side, that's why you were close with him.
"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't think you were interested in me. Especially after you said that you weren't looking for a boyfriend until after you graduate."
"But... but I thought..."
Minghao waited for you, but when you didn't speak, he started to laugh softly.
"I stayed friends with you because I wanted us to be closer. I was just waiting for the right time to tell you, and I thought that time was now."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your brain might've short-circuited, because you couldn't reply.
But that was until your body moved uncontrollably.
Or maybe you were in full control, but you just weren't thinking straight.
Because then you tiptoed to reach him, and gave his left cheek a short peck.
It wasn't until after your action that you realized what you just did.
Minghao was deeply surprised, eyes wide from your cute little action.
"I like you too, Hao." You confessed sheepishly, looking down to the ground. "Since... well, I just realized it recently."
Minghao gave you a gentle pat on the head, and when you glanced up to him from the weird action, that's when his lips touched yours.
A soft, gentle kiss.
"I'm glad, Y/N."
He said with that favorite smile of yours.
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a/n: so, i know the story didn't mention anything about minghao x fem reader being in love with e/o but i think the plot itself feels that way 😆
also, title is inspired by mark's line in nct 127's song designer, and this was totally inspired by a dream i had of minghao himself haha 😆
another also, this is one of my favorite moodboards that i've made so far 💖
questions? send your thoughts! feedbacks are much appreciated!
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cockwarming with mingyu… mmm 🤤
this is honestly my dream… 😭
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・
it all starts with you watching a movie together.
mingyu feels sooo horny and decides to tease you. not long after, you’re lazily riding him on the couch, the movie completely forgotten by the two of you.
he kisses your neck, every once in a while letting out muffled moans, and rubs small circles on your clit to help you get there faster. when the stimulation becomes too much, you cum and he follows shortly after.
mingyu holds you and lays down with you on top of him, not wanting to slip out of you.
"let’s stay like this for a while" he pleads, holding you down. "i want to stay close for a bit longer."
you agree and kiss him sweetly, going back to watching the movie, but being completely lost on the plot.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・
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"You're the Man" Profiles #2
Masterlist
⚽synopsis: After your university cut your soccer team to prioritize the men’s team, it’s natural you have a falling out with your then soccer-star-player boyfriend and impersonate your twin brother at the rival university to play on their men’s team. Wait, it’s not? Oh well.
⚽pairing: afab!reader x ot13 (??? Member)
⚽genre: humor, romance, crack, eventual smut
⚽series tags: MDNI, she’s the man au, revenge au???, cross dressing!reader, reader identifies anything but male, sports au, queer themes, university au, love-whatever the fuck kind of shape, tags will vary per chapter
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Seungcheol: The soccer team captain and dad who knows what’s best for his team and is essentially there in place of there coach who never seems to be around. Former MVP until Mingyu joined the team two years later but has never felt any ill will towards him, but will nag at him like a clingy mother. That just meant that Mingyu’s his favorite.
Jeonghan: team member who recently injured his leg and has been indefinitely benched until further notice. Naturally nosy and suspicious as fuck of Y/n for being unrealistically pretty, that’s his job. There has to be something up with you and he’s kind of determined to find out. Emphasis on the kinda. There are still better things to do.
Wonwoo: One of Mingyu’s closest friends and usually the person Mingyu would confide in. Joined the soccer team because Mingyu said it’d be fun so he’s on the team. Has eccentric taste. Currently interested in someone he describes being misunderstood and wishes other people would see her how he sees her.
Soonyoung: team’s defense player, emphasis on player. Has a track record for getting with everyone on the track team and other sports teams on campus while he’s at it, but gets the job done when needed and reliable teammate. Has a particular interest in you, the new guy, and wonders what is it about you that’s different than everyone else on the team. Maybe it's just his hormones talking. He’s just enthusiastic as he would call it.
Joshua: Seungcheol’s secondhand man and if Seungcheol can’t be found for some reason, Josh is your best bet. Can be a little shit instigator and loves having some power but knows how overwhelming the power can be and rather work in the shadows and let Seungcheol do the heavy lifting.
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"Out of all the birthday gifts i've received, you're my favourite"
Synopsis~ In which your best friend forgets your birthday but gives you the best gift you could ever get.
Pairing~ Hong Joshua x gn!reader
Warnings~ Short fluff, both of you are VERY smitten for each other. Bestfriends-to-lover. Reader has long hair.
Word count~ 3.6k
It was 11:35. Even though you weren't that big on celebrating birthdays, you were definitely saddened by the fact your best friend forgot your birthday.
You knew he was a busy man but even a tiny message on your phone would've lifted your spirits up. Maybe another reason why his birthday wish mattered more was because you had feelings for him which you had promised yourself, you'd put aside and move on from but it wasn't easy as he was known to be gentleman and his tendencies to care slightly more than a normal friend would, had you falling for him more everyday.
He did small things like cook you breakfast every time he stayed over for the night. Make sure to buy stuff you like whenever he'd go grocery shopping for his place. Would bring you chocolates,ice cream, your favourite food and even roses when you weren't feeling as good. He was always there for you, always. Which is why you thought if he gave you a good enough reason, you'd forgive him in a second.
You had already started watching the new movie which you had hoped to watch with him. You sat with your favourite noodles (which he had brought the last time he went shopping) and tried taking your mind off him.
The ringing of your doorbell and then the door opening was enough to raise your heartbeat as it was obvious it was Joshua as he was the only one with a spare key to your house.
He was wearing a simple white tshirt with simple white pants yet he looked so good under the dim light of your living room. "Gosh, y/n I am so sorry-" "save it shua, unless you've got a good explanation I don't wanna hear it" he had taken his shoes off and kept the small paper bag he was carrying down at the table, beside your still warm ramen. "I know, I am so sorry. I was caught up with work and yes I know I could've messaged, but I had a special gift to give and I wanted it to be in person-" he stopped as he took out his phone from his pocket, "it's 11:55, it's still your birthday, happy birthday y/n" he said with a huge smile on his face as he put out his hands in a hug. Gosh if he kept behaving like this, how were you supposed to stay mad at him.
He took the cake out which he had bought. It was all white with red hearts and a happy birthday with your initials was on lettered in it in red icing. "It's for you, but we can save it for later because I have something more important for now" he smiled.
He got up, quickly kept the cake in the fridge and sat back down. He opened the paper bag and took out a small velvet case, "Before I give it to you, I need to ask you something" he kept the box in his lap and took your hands in his and looked into your eyes.
"You're the most special person in my life y/n. You make me the happiest person in this world, every moment I spend with you is my favourite. Your laugh, your smile, your eyes, everything that makes you, you. is my favourite. You're my favourite person." He took the box in his hands and opened it
A small half heart silver pendant was facing you, he turned it around to show you the small hj inscribed in it. "Would you like to go out with me? I promise to love you with every breath, every moment we spend together."
You were in tears. This felt like a fever dream, the man you loved for so long was here in front of you saying words you've yearned to hear. "Y/n.. you haven't said anything yet" "oh my god shua, how could I ever say no. You're the most precious person to me" you chuckled "i'd love to go out with you" you wiped your tears as you pulled him in a hug.
He was smiling so hard, his cheeks were hurting but he didn't care. "Wait, here, let me help you wear this" you turned around slightly, pushing your hair aside, so he could put it on you. "Gosh shua, this is so pretty" "Andddd I have the other half of the heart with your initials in it" he showed you his, which was hidden under his white shirt.
You completed each other like the matching Lockets, which were now a sign of your love.
"Oh right, the movie! I know it's not your birthday anymore but we can still watch it right?" "Yeah we can" you smiled as he pulled you closer.
Your arms were tangled in each other. Your lips on his. You guys had long forgotten the movie that was playing as right now, it was you, him and your love which was all that mattered. Your kisses were saying everything that was left unsaid.
"Shua" You said on his lips, causing him to pull apart slightly. "Hmm?" He hummed. "Do you know what's my favourite birthday gift ever?" "The matching lockets?" "No, you"
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A/n- I loved writing this! Someone get me a shua too :((( this one made me so soft and the fact that I was listening to darling while writing this, made it better. Hope you had a fun time writing! Leave feedback it helps :)<3
~niko.
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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 19 - What Have I Done?
Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.
Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty
Length: approx. 6.8k words
Chapter 19 - What Have I Done?
Mina’s desperate attempt to say your name one more time fell on deaf ears, because you simply repeated your comment: “Don’t. Talk. To. Me.”
“Please, I just have to...”
“What? What else do you need to take from me?!” You asked. “That’s it! We are done here! You wormed your way into our lives and took everything from us. What else do you want?!” You motioned to the two men on either side of you. “Them?!”
“Woah, wait.” Jeonghan said quickly under his breath.
“My friends?! My college degree?!””
“No, please.” Mina gulped.
“No, you don’t get to say please to me for anything! I cannot believe I let myself get fooled by you! The minute you told me you came here to be Mingyu’s wife i should have know not to trust you! But I’m an idiot, I will admit. The really thought you and I could be friends. But I was wrong. So now you have everything you came here for and you still ask me for more!? Give me a break!”
“Hey…” Joshua gripped your shoulder. “Take it easy.” You sniffled, feeling all of the tears you were holding back in the hallway with Mingyu finally begin to spill.
“I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not!” You snapped. By now, the entire room had gone silent, staring at you. Mr. Kim and Mr. Miyou were stunned to silence, watching in shock. “How can you possibly be sorry? I can’t accept your apology!”
“You need to listen, I-.”
“I’m done listening! Listening to you got me here in the first place!” You sniffled. “It’s okay if you never liked me, but you claim to love Mingyu and yet you make him suffer like this! I just can’t understand!” Mina finally fell silent, unable to stop you long enough to utter a full sentence. “And you invited me for what? To suffer? It’s cruel after all I did to befriend you and try to see you beyond our feelings. And yet despite all of this, for some reason, I came because I wanted to see if he was truly happy. I just want him to be happy.”
Mina pursed her lips together. She heard her father approaching, along with hotel security. Joshua and Jeonghan immediately took your arms.
“We got her.” Joshua said quickly.
“No need to make a bigger scene.” Jeonghan added. You turned to Jeonghan, who motioned to the door. “Let’s go, okay?” You nodded, before your eyes finally fell to Mingyu, who was standing just behind Mina, his father standing at his side and keeping him from getting closer. You shook your head.
“Don’t invite me to the wedding.” You said simply. Mingyu’s mouth immediately closed as he watched you walk out, Joshua and Jeonghan on either side of you. The hotel security followed behind, seemingly making sure the three of you actually did end up leaving. When the door closed behind him, Mingyu ran a hand through his hair.
“Ohhhh God. I fucked up, I fucked up so hard.” He gasped to himself. All he could see was your teary eyes and red face, a sight he would never unsee for as long as he lived.
“Don’t let that girl get you down.” His father said, a supportive pat too his shoulder. “Seems she’s crazier than we thought.” Mingyu couldn’t look at his father as he walked away with Mina’s. It took a few seconds for the rest of the party to devolve into its previous chatter, the music slowly replaying upon his father’s request. He watched as Mina immediately turned on her heel, heading down to the other side. Her friends from home immediately got up from their spots and swarmed her, comforting her from that ‘scary encounter’. Mingyu turned to the rest of his friends, and his expression only got more pained when he saw their looks of disapproval. “What do I do?” he choked out. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
“End your engagement.” Seungkwan said simply.
“But.”
“End the engagement.” Hoshi repeated.
“My father will-.”
“Don’t end it.” A voice behind them alerted all of their attention. Jihoon stood there, hands in his pockets.
“Pardon?” Minnie asked.
“Whos side are you on again?” Seungkwan asked. Mingyu watched Jihoon approach him, patting his arm since he couldn’t reach his shoulder. His lips tightened at the realization of the height difference, the one thing that could bring Mingyu any slight bit of amusement in this moment.
“Don’t dig yourself into any holes. It’ll work out just fine. Just give it some more time. For now.” He pointed to Mingyu’s eyes, which Mingyu only realized now were red and wet with tears. “Keep that expression.”
“What?” Mingyu tried to turn back to Jihoon for more information, but he too strolled out of the party room, the doors once again closing behind him. He sighed, chewing the inside of his cheek when he heard his name called one final time. He turned his head, seeing Mina reapproaching him. He gasped for a breath of air, shaking his hair.
“Yes?” he asked. Mina rubbed her eyes, sniffling. Mingyu kept his hands at his sides, despite the natural instinct to offer her a tissue. “Are you alright?”
“I am. I think I deserved some of that…” she said softly. After a second of scanning the area, her eyes finally landed on his, and widened when she saw how upset he was. “You’re crying?” she asked softly.
“Can you blame me?” he asked, finally raising a finger to rub his eyes.
Mina sighed. “I want to go home.” she said. “I’m exhausted.” Mingyu turned to his friends, who simply turned back to the table, forcing themselves out of the conversation. He looked to the door you strolled out of a few minutes ago. Sighing, he nodded.
“So do I.” he said softly. He knew, however, the car he was going to get into would not take him home, but to the buidling he shared with Mina. He felt as though he deserved it.
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Mina sat on the bed in her room. She could hear Mingyu getting ready for bed himself in the other room, as he always did. She sat for a minute, listening to distant rustlings down the hall before rising up and heading down there herself. The hallway felt longer than it usually did tonight. She walked towards the door, reaching out and knocking on it once. Twice. Three times. When there was still no answer, Mina called out. “Mingyu?”
After an eternity of silence, the door propped open. Mingyu rested himself on the door frame, and Mina felt herself take a second to take all of him in. He was in a loose tee shirt and sweatpants, his hair still a bit damp after a shower. This would be the part of the fairytale where he would smile down at her with his infectious grin, pulling her close to him and whispering sweet nothings about how amazing the night was.
But as Mina recalled earlier in the evening, this was no fairytale. Mingyu’s smile was long since erased from the pages of her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, only blurry memories came to her now. Mingyu crossed his arms, resting his side against the door frame. Instead, he greeted her with puffy cheeks, and bags of exhaustion under his eyes that weighed his entire face down. “Yes?” He finally asked.
“Uh.” Mina was suddenly at a loss for words. All she could picture was Mingyu staring you down in the hotel hallway. His eyes prickling with tears as he tried everything he could think of in the moment to suppress them. She knew what she wanted to say to him, she had been practicing it for weeks specifically for tonight. Why don’t you join me? We are engaged, after all. The words seemed so easy to say, but why were they stuck in the back of her throat? She opened her mouth one more time, and saw Mingyu patiently waiting for her to speak. I can’t. She thought, already anticipating the answer she feared most. She shook her head. “Never mind.” She finally said. “I’m sorry. Goodnight.”
Mingyu nodded as Mina made her way back to her room. She heard him close his door only after she closed her own. Resting against the back of the door, she felt her legs give out all of the energy she had been trying her best to maintain through the day. Her feet were still throbbing from her heels, unable to support her anymore as she sank to the floor. Pulling her legs to her chest, she buried her head in her knees.
When Mingyu’s smile did form clearly in her mind, you were at his side. Fighting over photos during the fireworks, playing chicken in the ocean, nestled close during breakfast the last morning as he tried to steal some of your bacon.
It’s okay if you never liked me, but you claim to love Mingyu and yet you make him suffer like this! I just can’t understand!
It was a cruel irony, but it was one Mina felt she deserved after what she has done. The pain in your voice sat like a dagger in her chest, and she curled up into herself in hopes to push that feeling away.
“What have I done?” she muttered to herself. “I’ve ruined everything. I’ll never see him smile again…”
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Only son of Kim Law Firm celebrates new engagement – Christmas wedding in the works!
You scoffed at the news title that was plastered on the front of the newspaper that morning and every morning since, tossing it into the garbage so you no longer had to look at the photos of the two together. It made you sick.
It had been a month since the engagement party, and school already back into the swing for the new fall term. Mingyu had yet to show up on campus, and once again the rumors as to why began to spread. Only this time, they were backed up by evidence. Where they even rumors in that case?
“I bet his new wife doesn’t want him on campus with some other girls…”
“I thought the same thing! I wouldn’t let my husband anywhere near his first love. He’s probably taking all online classes.”
“That’s so sad. He made my Korean law class just a bit more bearable, even if it was just the back of his head I saw…”
“Why is this happening again?” you sighed, resting your head on the table of the library. You and your friends had agreed to meet up in the library that afternoon after the lunch rush came to an end. The rumors continued to follow you, latching onto you and sucking the life from your veins like vicious and toxic mosquitos on a hot summer day.
“Don’t listen to them. They have no idea what they’re talking about.” Minnie assured, patting your shoulder.
“Yeah.” Hoshi said. You finally lifted your head up when you heard footsteps approaching. Looking over, you saw Joshua and Jeonghan taking their seats beside you. They hadn’t mentioned Mingyu since you three left the engagement party, nor had they checked their symbols on your hands. You knew better than to ask, though each day you were itching to know even more. Maybe it was those pesky mosquitos leaving bites.
“Please tell Jeonghan he’s in charge of dinner tonight.” Joshua said, his light-hearted comment causing you to look at him.
“I cooked last night. You need to start pulling your weight.” Jeonghan sneered, poking Joshua’s head as he snickered in amusement.
“I did breakfast.” He reminded. You rolled your eyes, closing your textbook. The duo was still playfully bickering until you quickly motioned your book in their direction. They flinched a bit, eyes wide as you simply set the book down and reopened to your page. “Hey!” He pouted.
“I’m not in the mood. You both want to keep staying at my house, you figure out the cooking.” You could practically hear the duo whine, and it only made you smirk as you flipped through the pages.
“You’re not a very nice tenant.” Joshua teased, but immediately looked away when you shot daggers in his direction.
Despite what had happened, and the duos hesitance to talk about it, you three had found a pretty comfortable routine in your apartment. One cooks breakfast, the other cooks dinner, and you always have a delicious meal waiting for you after a long day. At first the duo did it to help you as you got over your emotions. However, it remained this way even a month later. None of you complained. Well, until now. “I think we should get something to eat tonight, anyway.” You said.
Hoshi gasped, leaning forward. “Dinner party at your house?” he asked.
“What?” Despite the shock of the question, a grin formed on your face.
Minnie’s eyes widened. “I’ll bring the drinks.” Minnie cheered.
“I’ll grab snacks.” Seungkwan said, and Hoshi agreed to help.
“ Chicken .” Joshua and Jeonghan beamed. You laughed a bit.
“Uh, okay then. We can study, then.” Closing your textbook seemed to seal the deal. The idea of having plans tonight made you feel pretty good for the night ahead. You scanned the table as everyone seemed to chat with one another about the night ahead, seemingly more excited the more options were thrown onto the table. However, for some reason, you pictured the night ahead, a thought creeped into your head. One thought that you assumed had long since abandoned you.
I wonder what Mingyu’s doing tonight….
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“We’ll be right back!” Joshua called, both him and Jeonghan already out the door. You waved them off, taking the time alone to set up some snacks for your friends when they arrived. The group chat was buzzing with everyone sending texts about their arrival. Hoshi kept spamming the chat with photos, and you smiled at each one came into view.
Prawn-flavored chips.
Ice cream.
Seungkwan’s face.
A blurry picture of Seungkwan’s face.
Hoshi giving a piece sign.
Jihoonie would totally love that last one. You snorted at Minnie’s text as it flashed onto the chat. Both Hoshi and Jihoon frantically began telling her through text that she needed to mind her business, and it only made you laugh harder. As you finished setting up the last of the snacks in bowls, you sat on the couch. Immediately after sitting, your eyes came face to face with the dust-collecting snowglobe on your book shelf. You exhaled. “I’ve been meaning to put those away.” you mumbled to yourself in hopes it would finally give you the motivation to do so. It didn’t. Instead, you were brought back to when Mingyu first gave that to you.
“Wow, how cute!” Mingyu smiled as you took it into your hands, examining it. “Is this the Statue of Liberty inside?”
“Yeah.” he said happily. “It’s much bigger up close.” You laughed a bit, shaking the globe and watching as the fake snow danced around it. “I hope you like it.”
“I love it!” You gasped. “I feel like I’m really there just by looking.” Mingyu smiled a bit as you shook it once again, continuing to circulate the little snow particles inside. “It’s so cute…” you breathed again in excitement.
“Yeah…” Mingyu breathed, looking at your expression brighten the more you shook the globe. He coughed into his hand. “Hey, uhm…I wanted to tell you something.” He said. Your eyes shot up to him, sparkling in excitement as you waited to hear what else he had to say. “Ah.” Mingyu laughed nervously to himself. “I-.”
“Hm?” You cocked an eyebrow.
“...Want to see pictures of Time Square? It’s huge.” When he held up his phone, you gasped, nodding in excitement. Mingyu scooted closer to you, holding out his phone as he began scrolling through the pictures.
A small smile formed on your lips as you remembered the excitement you had as he showed you pictures of New York, telling you stories of him time seeing all of the major buildings in the area. It was fascinating. “He must have wanted to tell me how he felt then, too…” you mumbled to yourself, chuckling a bit at the realization that was just a little bit to late. Eyes fell to the windchime above your balcony entrance, and the same thing: Mingyu gave it to you, tried to confess, yet got cold feet and simply told you about his trip. Again, the smile forming on your face was widening, and you chuckled.
“...I really need to take this stuff down.” you said again, biting your lip. Before you could do last minute spring cleaning, you heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was Minnie or Seungkwan, you hopped up. “Coming!” you called. You picked up your phone, taking a minute to scan through the constant flow of messages to see if one of them said they had already arrived. None did. “Huh.” You pursed your lips, heading to the door anyway. Another knock, and you picked up the pace. “Sorry. Coming!” you called once again.
Reaching forward, your hand gripped the doorknob, turning it and pulling the door towards you. As it swung open, you looked ahead to see a familiar head of long, black hair. A familiar porcelain face and a familiar set of moles decorating that face. Déjà vu raced through your brain, a marathon being ran in a matter of seconds. “Mina?” you finally managed to gasp out.
“Hey.” She smiled softly. “Bad time?”
You stared at Mina in awe for a few seconds. “What…” you felt your breath catch in your throat. “What are you doing here?” You asked. Mina seemed to think of her answer for a second.
“I wanted to talk to you.” She finally chose to say. “Is this a bad time?”
“Uh, yeah.” You said. “My friends are coming over and-.”
“I’ll be quick. I’m sorry. I know I always drop by at the worst time and leave a mess behind.” You felt the sadness in her voice as she said that despite her forcing out a laugh. That only made it more obvious. “Please.” She said.
“…Okay.” You finally said, motioning her inside. Mina nodded, taking her shoes off before padding into the apartment. You motioned her to the couch, where she sat herself down. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Oh, no. It’s okay.” She said. You watched as she looked around from her spot on the couch. Her eyes fell on every Knick-knack and souvenir she could find. “I think this is the first time I’ve actually been in your apartment for as long as I’ve known you.”
“Yeah…” you sat down on the chair, looking at her. “Now, what did you want to talk about?” Mina seemed shocked when you didn’t continue to entertain her with some small talk, but it made her smile.
“Right. I didn’t expect to come in and be treated like a friend after everything.” You watched Mina open up her purse, pulling out a small white envelope and handing it to you. She saw you hesitate, but it only made her push it closer. “It’s not what you think.” She finally said. You took the envelope into your hands, pressing the paper just a bit to see if it would provide a clue as to its contents. “Promise you won’t open it right now.” She said.
“Why?” you asked.
“Just my request...” She said simply. You arched an eyebrow.
“Well, when will I be able to?” you asked. Mina laughed a bit.
“When I leave, if you want.” You scoffed a bit at the vagueness of the response, setting the envelope in your lap. You looked up at Mina again, wondering if that was the end of the conversation. You could hear your phone buzzing on the table. It was only a matter of time before your friends arrived, and you were hoping Mina would be long gone before then. “I want to say one more thing before I go.”
“Okay.” You said simply.
“I’m sorry. Truly.” You had to suppress a laugh, looking away for a minute to collect yourself. “I’m serious. I’m sorry.”
“You had to come all the way here for that? It could have been a text. You said that when this whole thing started. You said it at the party. Yet, you don’t seem that sorry considering you’ve continued forcing Mingyu to live a lie.” Mina nodded.
“I know.” She said. “I’ve tried making the best of our situation. I thought once Mingyu started classes again, and interning with his father at the firm, he would start to feel better about the entire thing. I thought it would take his mind off of…” when she trailed off, you had to chew your bottom lip. Mina sighed before continuing. “But it didn’t work. It only made things worse. I’ve spent this entire two months trying to make everything feel as normal as possible. At every corner, I’ve failed.” She sighed. “But I think I’ve failed from the very beginning. I joined the game midway through and thought I could win. I told myself I wouldn’t cheat, but I snuck myself to the finish line at the very end. And now I feel dirty.”
“You should.” You covered your mouth when those words escaped your lips. Mina looked shocked only for a second, eyes darting up at you. “That wasn’t-.”
“No.” she said quickly. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be proud of how I acted. I told myself I would win Mingyu’s heart fairly. I didn’t want him to be with me for selfish reasons. But when I saw you and him so happy in Jeju, watching him put all of his efforts into you, and knowing that I foolishly chose to help you win, jealousy hit me out of nowhere. I acted brashly and I’m sorry.”
“…It’s nice to know that you’re just as ashamed of your actions as the rest of us were.” You said. “I really thought we were going to be good friends like you promised.”
“I know. I burned that bridge on my own. I’m sorry.”
“But there’s nothing apologizing will do now.” You said. “You did what you did and now you’ve won. Mingyu is yours. He’s chosen you.” Mina chuckled a bit to herself, the comment seeming to hurt her more than you would think. “...Am I wrong?” you asked curiously.
Mina glanced at you. “I…I can’t say.” Mina said simply. “I can only say that my methods weren’t…what I wanted them to be.”
A snort. “If he thinks any of that was true after everything we’ve been through, then he might not have really loved me at all.”
Mina smiled. “You’re all he talks about.” She said. “Even now. Every story I manage to get out of him, or hear him talk about to someone else, is a story that has some connection to you.” Hearing that made you finally go quiet. “I’d be jealous if it wasn’t the only time he smiled recently.”
You leaned back in your seat, finding the right words before you allowed yourself to speak. Was she trying to make amends? Or was she trying to gloat? You felt a weird tingle of guilt course through your veins. “Mina.” You finally said, and she looked over. “I need you to promise me something if you intend to see this marriage through to the end.” Mina watched you get up, walking over to the little snow globe collecting dust on your bookshelf, picking it up and brushing it with your hands. “Promise you’ll be good to him. He’s a good man who doesn’t want people to get hurt. He only gets mad when it’s for those same people that he really cares about.” Mina watched as you passed her the little snow globe. “As you know, he always buys gifts. After a while, when time passed and wounds heal, he’ll probably start buying you gifts. You should act surprised every time, it makes him happy.”
Mina brushed her fingers along the globe as well, a few extra dust particles fluttering down onto the floor as she did so. “You did something selfish but I don’t think you’re inherently bad. He’ll come around one day.”
Mina didn’t believe those words you said for a second, but you didn’t think you believed them either. You just wanted to end the conversation before the lingering feelings began creeping up on you once again. Feelings you long since tried to forget. Déjà vu was a vicious beast, it seemed. Mina finally rose from her spot on the couch, handing you back the snow globe. She watched how delicately you took it into your hands again, smiling down at it briefly before setting it away once more. “I should get going. I’ve held you up long enough. Thank you for talking to me.”
“Sure.” You said softly, walking Mina to the door. You opened it once more, watching as she walked out. She turned to you once more.
“Bye.” She said. You only waved, nodding your head as Mina finally made her way to the elevator. You only watched her depart for a second, before closing the door. Silence reentered the apartment, only the sound of your feet padding against the floor as you picked up the white envelope. You shook your head, opening the side table drawer and sticking it beside the TV remote, slamming it closed. “Yeah, right.” You muttered to yourself. When you felt your eyes begin to water, you walked back over to the snow globe, holding it in your hands. You shook it a few quick times, watching as the snowflakes fluttered around the plastic Statue of Liberty. The memory again flooded your mind and you smiled to yourself.
A loud bang from behind you startled you, your hands jolting up in shock. A scream of shock erupted from your lips and you watched as the snowglobe fell to the floor, the glass shattering around your feet.
“Hey! We are here!” Hoshi called, foot extended outward. He and Jihoon’s hands were filled with bags of snacks, hence his extended foot to open the unlocked door. The duo walked in just as you knelt to the floor. “Hm? Sorry, did I scare you?” Hoshi laughed sheepishly. You did not respond however, your hands frantically picking up the Statue of Liberty. In your rescue attempt, your finger nicked one of the glass shard, and you cursed under your breath.
Jihoon set his bags on the table, walking around the couch to you. “Hey. Are you - oh.” He watched as you looked up, smiling a bit.
“Heh. Sorry.” you said, feeling your eyes water. “You guys scared me.” Jihoon and Hoshi shared an expression, one of pity you couldn’t see behind your watery eyes. However, you did see Hoshi come to you side, resting his head on your shoulder and rubbing your arm as Jihoon knelt down and began picking up all of the glass shards.
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“Try it.”
“No, Jihoon.” Jeonghan said for what felt like the billionth time. He motioned a can to Joshua.
“Jisoo-Hyung?”
Joshua cocked an eyebrow as he looked down at the fallen angel before him. He was holding a beer out in their direction. Jihoon’s smile only got wider as he motioned it closer.
“Absolutely not.” Jihoon scoffed, leaning back in his seat as he cracked the beer open himself. He pouted a bit, putting the drink to his lips and taking a sip.
“I’m going to need eternal drinking buddies! Come on. It’s not that bad.”
“No.” The duo said again. When Jihoon tried to encourage them again, they both responded by sticking pizza into their mouths to avoid the conversation. It made you laugh a bit.
“You have plenty of drinking buddies right here.” You said, patting Hoshi on the shoulder. He set his beer down, already red in the face as he looked up at you. “Right, Hoshi?”
“Aaah, yeah.” He smiled, completely unaware of what you were even talking about. Jihoon immediately leaned forward, handing him a water. “Aaaah, for me? Awwwww, Wooziiiiiii.” He giggled, and Jihoon couldn’t hold back his amused smirk.
“Take it, dummy.” He said. It took a second, but Hoshi popped open the bottle and took a long sip, which you saw finally relaxed Jihoon. The night had been pretty eventual so far, the group eating and drinking the night away as they chatted about anything and everything. Studying, the reason for the late-night visit in the first place, was put on the back burner for loud laughter and snacking. It was much better this way. The current event was watching a very drunk Hoshi and an almost as drunk Seungkwan encourage the entire group to play a game of ‘Hongsam’.
“Not when you’re that drunk.” Minnie said, grinning behind the head of her bottle. Hoshi shot up.
“Yes Hongsam.” He sang, wiggling his hips.
“Everybody Hongsam.” Seungkwan stood up and did the same thing, hoping it would encourage the group to join in. However, when he noticed he was the only one doing it, he blinked. “Hey now….” And the room erupted into laughter.
“Absolutely not.” You said behind laughter, sipping your beer.
“It kind of looks like fun.” Joshua said.
“Then you play.” You grinned. Joshua smiled at you as you took another sip, letting out a deep sigh. “Man, it’s hot in here. I’m going to get some fresh air.”
The idea of you leaving the area perked Joshua’s ears to that instead, forgetting the game even existed. “I’ll come too.” Joshua said quickly, following you out the door. Jeonghan’s eyes, which were amused watching the drunk duo goof off, shot to Joshua as he watched his friend follow behind you, opening the door to the balcony and allowing you to step out first. He didn’t even look back, instead just closing the door behind the both of you.
“It’s about time.” Minnie said, making Jeonghan look over.
“What?”
“With Mingyu out of the picture, I was waiting for the moment Joshua would finally grow a pair and confess. Seungkwan owes me ten dollars!”
“I do not! I do not bet with the likes of you.” Jeonghan bit his lip as the room continued to fill with playful banter, his eyes locked on the balcony. He could only see the both of you a bit, the curtain blocking most of his view. Jihoon noticed the angel’s sudden change in demeanor.
“You sure you don’t want that drink?” he asked only more time, but only got an annoyed glance in response. “Okay…”
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“I thought you were going to play Hongsam.” You said, looking to Joshua as he joined you outside. He rested his elbows against the balcony.
“I’m not going to be the only one entertaining those two.” He joked, and you had to laugh a bit. You looked down at the world below from your balcony, before taking another swig of your drink. “Besides, it’s nicer out here.” Joshua glanced to your hand which Hoshi and Jihoon had bandaged after your cut. “Are you okay?”
“Hm?” you looked down at your bandage, a bit of dried blood poking through. “Oh, yeah.” You assured. Maybe it was the drinks, but guilt began bubbling deep into your chest as you spoke up once more. “Joshua. I’m sorry I messed everything up.”
“What?” Joshua looked over at you.
“I couldn’t get you guys back into heaven. Now, you’re both stuck here until I get with Mingyu. That’ll never happen now.” You let out a dry laugh, and Joshua frowned.
“We’re the ones that knew the risk from the beginning. Don’t blame yourself. We could have done more, too.” He sighed. “I could have.”
“But still-.”
“I said don’t blame yourself. Jeonghan wouldn’t want you to, either.”
“Okay.” You sighed, defeated. Joshua watched as you finished your beer, setting it down on the floor of the balcony. Your elbows loosened, allowing your hands to dangle a bit over the balcony, eyes staring straight ahead. “Are you guys going to live here forever?”
“Do you want us to?” he grinned a bit when he heard you laugh.
“It definitely is less lonely with you two here. But we’ll have to actually invest in nicer beds and maybe more space.” Joshua was now that one to laugh. “Let’s go house hunting.”
“That means we’ll need jobs.” Joshua sighed. “I never thought an angel like me would be sending out job applications on earth.” You smiled as Joshua playfully dropped his head loose on his neck. “Oh, how the mighty fall.”
“For someone who calls Jeonghan dramatic, you’re really dramatic.” Both of you shared a laugh in the cool night air. Joshua glanced over at you one more time. He bit his lip for a second, before finding himself unable to hold back as he asked you a very important question.
“Can I hold your hand?” Confused and stunned expressions led him to clarify. “I want to see my symbol…”
“Oh.” You laughed nervously, turning to him. Joshua watched you extend your hand to him, which he gently took into his own. He stared at it for a minute, as if he was thinking. It made you smile. “Did you forget how to do it?” you asked playfully.
“Heh. No.” He assured. His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand for a second, before he finally closed his eyes. He felt what little angel power he had in his body to summon the contract seal. Is it even there? He thought to himself. If it’s not, there is absolutely no going back. One of his eyes popped open, studying your expression. You were looking back out at the skyline as you waited. The moonlight sparkled along your features, your eyes dancing along to the stars in the sky, studying each one. He felt himself grip your hand a bit tighter when you smiled, seemingly catching a constellation in your sights. I won’t be able to go back. If it’s not there, if it’s red, I’ll use this as a chance to tell her-.
“Uh…Joshua…” the nervousness in your voice made Joshua’s eyes pop open, his cheeks flushed as he tried to pull himself from his thoughts. So much for his chance, he was to flustered now. He followed your gaze, your wide and curious eyes now staring directly at your hand. His eyes followed, and immediately, he saw the little check floating above your hand. “It’s….”
“It’s white.” He breathed out, a mix of relief and shock. Immediately, the both of you looked up at each other, eyes wide. Joshua gripped your hand, looking down at it once again. “It’s white! It’s white again!”
“What does that mean?!” You shouted.
Both of you went silent, turning back to the living room. Joshua wasted no time fling the balcony door open, the loud thud of the large door crashing against its hold startling the entire crew.
“JEONGHAN!” You both shouted, making him immediately hop out of his seat.
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“I’m home.” The sound of the sink running in the kitchen signals for Mina to make her way down the hall. She heads that way after taking her shoes off. When she pokes her head in, Mingyu only looks in her direction. “Hey.” She smiled sweetly.
“Hey.” He points to the fridge. “I saved some of my lunch, if you’re hungry.”
“Ah.” Mina smiled a bit. “Thank you. That’s thoughtful.” Mingyu nodded, turning back to the sink to finish with some of the dishes he had started with. Mina rested against the door frame, watching his back silently. “Mingyu.” She said, but he only hummed. “Remember when we went to the cherry blossom festival in the spring?”
Mingyu nodded his head, not once looking up from the bowl he was scrubbing. “With my friends? Yes.” He said. Mina nodded.
“Would you want to go again next spring?” Mingyu shrugged at the question.
“Maybe.” He said. Mina nodded. Mingyu then stopped the dishes, finally looking back in her direction. She instinctively stood up straight. “Oh.” He motioned to the kitchen table in the corner by their bay window. “I took the liberty of skimming through some of these when I got the mail. I was curious.” He picked one up, flipping through it casually before turning the page in her direction. Her eyes followed his finger as he tapped on a set of beautiful Christmas flowers. “These are nice.”
Mina felt her heart speed up, eyes sparkling. He’ll come around. “You think so?!” She asked. Mingyu nodded, and Mina looked at the burgundy red flowers nestled in beautiful green leaves. The wintery background of the picture only enhanced the Christmassy vibes of the flowers. Mingyu turned the page back to him, smiling a bit to himself as he nodded.
“I’ve really fallen in love with this color in the past year…” he said. Mina’s smile dropped as Mingyu set the magazine down on the table, making his way back over to the counters. Mina watched him grab a sponge and start to wipe some of the counters down. She looked over at the flowers once more, trying to recall where she had seen that color before. The more she thought about it, the more images flashed into her brain.
“She does look so pretty in that dress.” Mina whispered to herself.
“What?” Mingyu looked over, eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to figure out what she was whispering about. He saw Mina closed the magazine and set it back down, an obvious look of discomfort on her face. “Hm? Are you okay?” Mina walked over to Mingyu without an answer, taking his hands tightly. He dropped the sponge that was in his hands, glancing down at it for a second. “Hey.”
“Let’s go on a trip.” She said quickly. Mingyu arched an eyebrow, but Mina was already dragging Mingyu out the door, slipping on the fastest pair of shoes they could as they made their way to his car in the garage.
The drive was quiet, but not in a way Mingyu had found himself used to in the past. Mina looked out the window the entire trip, hands in her lap as she gripped her pocket book. Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned the next corner.
“She really did think she was talking to you.” Mina said, the sudden sound of her voice causing Mingyu to look over at her. She turned to him. “At the beach house.”
“Ah….” he nodded. Mina sighed.
“I was right on the balcony. I saw it all. Jeonghan came to get her, and she said goodbye to Mingyu.” Mingyu gripped the wheel.
“Why are you telling me now?” he asked curiously.
“I thought you should know.” she said simply. “I know it really hurt you, and her. Not only that, but it hurt Joshua. He didn’t do anything wrong. I was jealous.” Mingyu nodded his head.
“Thank you.” he said. Mina smiled a bit, looking down at her pocketbook. She admired the cherry blossom keychain that jingled with every bump Mingyu hit on the drive, and she took it gently into her hands.
“How cute! Thank you Mingyu!”
“I figured you’d like it since you seemed to enjoy the festival.”
“I didn’t buy you a gift.”
“Don’t worry. It’s from friend to friend. Thank you for being so cool with everything at breakfast.”
“No problem…”
“I’m hoping next year I’ll be able to take my friend to the festival. We can go together. She’s been telling me how badly she’d love to see them in person.”
As Mingyu pulled up in the driveway of his father’s home, Mina was relieved to see her father’s car also there. Mingyu slowed the car in the driveway, and when it came to a stop, Mina was already out of the car. He watched her speed walk up the driveway, bag gripped tightly in her hands. Mingyu slipped out of the car as well, beeping it to ensure it was locked before following after her. “Mina!” He called, but there was no answer.
Mina walked past every single worker in the house as they greeted her, Mingyu quickly following behind and saying his own greeting to them followed by a frantic slew of ‘sorry’. “Mina.” He called again. “What are you doing?” He was horribly confused to what had her locked and loaded right as they pulled into the driveway. However, when he saw Mina turn down a very familiar corridor with a very familiar set of doors at the end of the hall, Mingyu felt dread in his stomach. “Mina.” He called again, but it was too late.
Mina swung the doors of the office open, alerting both her father and his own. Mingyu hurried behind her, finally alerting her attention to him for a second. “What are you doing?” he asked. She only offered him a smile, before turning to her and Mingyu’s fathers.
“What’s the problem, honey?” her father asked, standing up from his spot.
“Father.” She took a deep breath. “I’d like to end my engagement.”
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good guy – bsk
pairing: seungkwan x fem reader
genre: smut
synopsis: it's your best friend's wedding and you couldn't be happier. what you didn't know, it's that you will have to stay the whole night beside the worst partner ever.
warnings: semi public sex, fingering, use of the word slut, dom seungkwan, (kinda) brat reader, opening candom with the teeth (DONT ever do that), breath play, protected sex
song: good guy by zayn
it's your best friend's wedding day and you couldn't be happier. you teared up so much when you first saw her all dressed up and ready, congratulating her in a tight hug. right now, everything is a mess. not exactly but it looks like it. just a few minutes left until she's going down the aisle and everyone seems in a hurry.
"yn, can you go look for the organizer, please?" your best friend asks you with brows shut and you can feel yourself sympathizing with her nervousness.
you go running around the rooms, looking for the missing organizer. your eyes meet one of the rooms with the door open and low voices coming out from it, so you go check it. you get close, knocking on the open door just in case. peeping inside, you see the organizer in the corner and seungkwan a few steps further the room. he's walking side to side, looking anxious, while on the phone.
"what do you mean you're not coming?" you can hear him murmuring.
once he senses your presence there, he spares a glance, and that's all. he's concentrated in something else, but you can't help staring. why this fucker has to be so gorgeous? he has an all black suit, boots with heels that hugs his form so perfectly and a beautiful necklace adoring his torso while the first buttons of his shirt are loose. fuck, he's hot.
you look at the organizer looking for an answer as she comes closer to you "it seems like one of the couples maid wont be able to come"
you get distracted trying to think who would be missing and then you realize, your partner for the maid couples is not here.
"our partners wont be able to come" seungkwan approaches both of you, confirming your assumption. he's close now, and the only thing you can actually pay attention to... it's how fucking good this man is smelling. his scent hits your nose, it smells rooty and citric. somehow, it fits his mainly aura perfectly.
"oooh so we already have the answer, you two enter together then" she says, breaking your line of thought (thankfully), and suddenly, both of you stare at her, saying "no" in unison. she looks startle at the sudden response, sparing glances at your faces.
"why dont we go down there and find a solution?" seungkwan reasons, and you agree.
you three make your way to the entrance where everyone is waiting. your best friend is from afar looking relieved on seeing the organizer with you "thank god you found her, thank you" she says when you approach.
"love, do you know a couple is missing?" you say carefully, not to stress her more than she looks.
"oh babe... i do. they told me a few weeks ago. you didn't think they would cancel it on the spot, right?" she says like it was almost insane that i think it is, but it looks like it to you.
"oh... you do know it? why didn't you tell me?" you ask confused but the song inside starts to ring and everyone gets on position.
"yn! come here!" the organizer shouts, and you look behind your back. she has seungkwan's arms on her hands, putting him in place as she motions for you to come closer. you got to be kidding me... sighing, you go, thinking you have no other choice. you approach both of them and she states "go on, you two go together" she says, running out of the scene.
seungkwan offer his arm to you, and you have no other choice but to entralace yours with his.
"they knew it" seungkwan low voice reaches your ear as he bends his head down a little to whisper it to you. you shiver a bit in surprise.
"i know" you say. you lightly grab his jaw with your free hand, angling his face to the front "now let's do it and dont make it worst" you say and he smirks leaving air from his nose looking annoyed at your attitude but letting it be as everyone is starting to walk down the aisle.
the ceremony is beautiful, everyone's big smiling at the couple, both of them with stars and tears of happiness around their eyes. your smile bright and face shining for your friend. across the room, you can see seungkwan fighting his tears, trying to wip them with the back of his hand with a few light taps.
approching the end, the couple finish with the last kiss, and you bid them goodbye as they are the first ones to go to the party. you all follow suit, walking after them to the salon to celebrate the rest of the night.
the arrangement looks beautiful, everything is on white, black and navy blue as you are. the party is enjoyable, and as the night grows young, the room gets hotter and busier, everyone looks drunk or ecstatic, and the music looks louder and funnier. you were dancing, feeling your heels starting to hurt your ankles. so you decide to look for the dressing room so you can leave it there so it won't go missing during the night.
you walk almost tip toeing to the place. once you find it, you go inside, throwing yourself on the sofa, enjoying the empty, quiet place, after bending down to undo your heels and free your feet, you rest at the back of the sofa for a bit.
suddenly, a rush of thought occupies your mind and you remember of earlier. your best friend knew about the maids that wouldn't be able to make it and probably knew about you having to go with seungkwan. that's something you will have to talk to her about, just not tonight. its her night, and you want her to enjoy it. she probably kept it because she knows about your dislike of seungkwan. it's not that you hate him, you don't even know him. you think he's decent. when you first met, you realize people like to say he's the life of the party, but for you, he just has an ego of its own and it fucking bothers you.
you get back up, coaching your thoughts, making your way to the huge mirror that decores the room. you check your makeup, fixing some things that went messy here and there, and your lipstick that is almost gone. you take off the heavy tie that hugs your hair up, making it go down your back and shoulders, and you do your best to fix the messy pieces neatly.
"i like it" a familiar voice and scent takes the room and you look from the mirror reflection at seungkwan coming across the room "your hair down" he completes, eying back your reflection.
"thank you" you say before getting back on your task of fixing your hair. seungkwan smiles, passing by as he takes off his blazer. he places it at a chair, starting to undo and push up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his arms.
you finally go look directly at him. now you can see better, his hair back and slightly sweaty forehead and neck from dancing and enjoying the night. his shirt loses a few more bottoms as his chest is more exposed to the eyes. he has a beautiful clavicle with the necklace decoring it.
"you know, you can stop playing the good guy" you say, resting at the wall with arms crossed.
he scoffs, nearly laughing "what makes you think im playing any role?" he says, finishing adjusting his sleeves "i am just it" he grabs one of the towels that's hanging at the sofa and take your place in front of the mirror as he starts to wip some of his sweat with it "maybe im way too good and that's why you dont like it" he shoots and you have your mouth hanging open.
"you're so full of yourself. its annoying" you say as he throws the towel back at the sofa, laughing at your words. you have your brows shut as he makes his way to the door "if you think" he says opening it for you, motioning for you to go first. you spare a glance, making your way to him. you pass through him, leaving taps to his shoulders you say "you're right, such a good guy" you mock passing by, making your way back to the dance floor.
as the night passes by, the dance floor gets crowded, people get buzzer, wanting to join. you can barely move at this point. your eyes scanning everyone around as you meet seungkwan being pushed by the crowd close to where you are. you try to move to the side, but as everyone is drunk, they start to jump and hug one another in excitement. you cant help a laugh as you try to escape the fuss but cant. seungkwan's back suddenly hits your side, and you stumble. in a hurry, he cages your wrist on a tight grip, saving you from falling.
"sorry, are you okay?" he asks trying to scream above the loud music as he hands your arms to make sure you're in place and wont fall.
"im ok. that's fine" you say, getting his hands off of you, you push them off, pressing down. seungkwan gets surprised by it, staring with brows frown at you.
"what's your problem, really?" he looks pissed, like you've never seen him before "i did nothing but being nice to you, and you keep giving me attitude, i dont understand" he tries to shout above the music again.
"i dont want you to be nice to me, just dont direct your words to me" you say, starting to push the crowd so you can scape it. seungkwan is going after you and you groan "i said to not come for me, fuck!" you shout, trying to make your way to anywhere but where he is.
"i just want to fucking talk. i did nothing to you, i don't understand why you dont like me" he says still following your steps.
you stop in front of the bathroom door to look at him "i've never said i dont like you. i just dont want to be around" you state. he's in front of you as he laughs at your response.
"is there any difference?" he says.
you groan, rolling your eyes "just leave me alone for once" you say, opening the bathroom door as you go inside, shutting it on his face.
"maybe if you give me a fucking good reason, i will" he shouts through the closed door "open the fucking door, you're such a kid" he says.
"im sorry?" you open the door, feeling your blood boil with his words "what did you just say?"
"that you're acting like a kid" he says, stepping closer "you cant even talk like a grown-up"
"do you want a fucking a reason?" you're the one shouting now, you get closer, having to slightly tip toe to catch his height "you're too much, boo seungkwan, i just cant handle it" you say close to his face, your chests almost meeting.
"what?" he smirks, looking down at your small form with so much attitude to him. you're cute.
"you're fucking too much!" you shout "your jokes arent funny, you aren't as handsome as you think, and not as likable as you might think" you keep rambling and you dont even realize he's pushing you inside the bathroom.
"so you mean im too good for your liking, then?" he says, so calmly that makes you angrier. he shuts the door behind him, getting closer until your back meets the cold bathroom wall.
"see, you're so fucking full of yourself" you say trying to calm down, your breath is heavy, and he's so close you feel like you might combust.
"you want me to be the bad one, dont you?" he says, getting closer, keeping a posture with his hands on his pocket "i can stop, just tell me" you dont say anything when he steps closer, testing the waters "am i too tempting?" he tilts his head to the side as he presses his body onto yours, his hands making their way to your lower back.
"should i play the bad part then?" he says, and you look up to him with big eyes. he caress your head "of course you want that, that's how bitches like it" something shifts on his gaze and attitude and you have a hard time escaping from it. his scent hitting you and his mouth closer to yours "forgot how to speak?" he presses.
"you're so fucking annoying" you say out of breath, melting onto his embrace, feeling your body hot.
"am i? i think you like it" he argues, his hot breath hitting your lips as you whimper.
you both crash on a heated kiss, your hands finding stability on his locks, your nails digging on it as he groans on your mouth. his other hand on your lower back, pressing you against him.
you're the first one to lose control, starting to unbotton his shirt as he breaks the kiss, laughing a bit at your eagerness. what happened to the 'i want you to go away?' he thinks, trying to mask his smile, trailing kisses down your neck.
once you're done with his shirt, you caress your hands down his torso, feeling it harden under your touch. you look down at his toned abs and can't help whining at the view and the beautiful v line going down his slacks. your attention gets back when you feel him pushing your dress up. you look back up at him, your eyes locking on each other as his finger trails your clothed core.
"is that why you don't want me near?" he plays with the hem of your thong and you have a hard time not asking him to fuck you already "cant help turning into a bitch in heat when im around" he finishes pulling your panties down.
"you're dangerous, boo seungkwan" you say and he gives you a challenging look "stay away from me" you say and provocatively, he slides his fingers up and down your slick.
"i will do my best" he says smirking, collecting the wetness in between your legs, that's telling him quite opposite of your mouth. you moan, your eyes going shut when he reaches your clit. he keeps going up and down with his fingers, making sure you get wet and ready for him.
suddenly the door knock starts shaking as someone tries to open it, your eyes get big in surprise and nervousness.
"hello? is there someone inside?" a familiar voice shouts outside.
seungkwan looks at you with a devilsh grin playing on his lips, he whispers "are not going to answer?" with his hands still on your cunt.
"it- its occu- ahh" when you were about to finish, seungkwan slides a finger inside, your pussy clenching uncontrollably as you put your hand to your mouth in a hurry, trying to supress the sounds you're making.
"sorry? is it everything ok?" the voice says again.
"y- yes. it's occupied" you do your best to sound okay as he works his finger slowly inside you with an annoying smirk on his face.
"yn? is that you?" its your best friend on the other side you know that and there's no way she wouldn't recognize your voice. you just hope that she gives up and goes back already.
he adds a second finger and you have to bite your lip to prevent any sound. he's going so fucking slow, you feel like crying.
"yn? are you okay?" she asks again.
you're trying to compose yourself. but seungkwan is having his fun, he's enjoying it. his free hand go grab your hair, angling your head to the side, he goes near your ear and whispers again "what? cat ate your tongue? she's waiting for an answer, cant leave her hanging"
"fuck!" you're getting wetter each thrust, seungkwan knows you're enjoy it just as much.
"im ok, thank you" you shout, hoping it shuts her this time. she replies with an ok back as she's gone right after. you feel your whole body relaxing. but seungkwan is not done, he starts to fasten his fingers, the sloppy sounds starting to echo inside the bathroom as you moan.
"hmm feel- feels so good" you whimper to him. your hands automatically pushing him close by his belt as you start to undo it, unbottoning his pants right after.
he slides a third finger in and you get lost on your task. throwing your head back, feeling his slim fingers stretch you perfectly and fully.
"you keep getting louder, babe. you gonna make us get caught like this" he says and your pussy clench around his fingers, either because of the idea of getting caught excites you but also because the fucking pet name he called you "fuck! do you like it? do wanna get caught?" he says and you clench again, whining your answer.
"shut up and fuck me, seungkwan" you spit back
you get back to undo his slacks, finally meeting his boxers, the line of his hard cock draws on the material. you caress your hand on it as he groans. slipping your hands inside, finally freeing his member, he sighs in relief as his fingers slips out from your center. your response is the opposite as you whine from the loss.
"if you ask nicely maybe next time you get to cum" he provokes as you're looking at him with brows shut and a slightly pout, that is gone in a second when he brings his wet fingers smeared with your juices to his mouth. he spreads it flat on his tongue, sucking them off right after, humming at your taste "you taste so fucking good" he releases it with a pop as you cry out.
seungkwan reaches for the back pocket of his slacks, pushing his wallet out to grab a condom. once he takes one off, he throws the wallet at the marmore sink behind him. you start to stroke his member until he's fully erect, and when he looks back, you're getting your head down. he grabs you by the hair, getting you back up in one motion as you whimper.
"seungkwan!" you whine "i want you to fuck my mouth" you pout, protesting.
his grip on your hair gets tighter as he grunts "you havent understood yet? you dont have a fucking want" he says and you're ready to open your mouth again to protest before his palm hits your lips and he presses there to shut you "you know what, maybe i should fuck your mouth so you shut the fuck up, should i?" he teases.
you keep making sounds, them coming muffled because of his hand. with his free one, he brings the condom to his teeth, pushing the package open. he pulls out the material, taking the air out of the end before sliding it down his member. spitting the left paper from his lips to the floor.
seungkwan brings your dress upper, giving more space to him as he presses his cock on your cunt and you whimper. he slaps it to your clit and your eyes go shut as you're moaning more when he eases it sliding his member up and down on your center "you're just a desesparate cockslut aren't you? is this your plan to coach all men to fuck you?" he spits, pressing his head to your entrance as you have to grab his arms for stability "pisses them fucking off until they handle you like a bitch, that's how you like it, isn't it?" he keeps entering more, the strech burning inside of you until he bottoms out. your whines and moans being silent by his hand as you ajust to him, your pussy welcoming every inch of him, swallowing him in deeper.
you shake your head to his questions, unable to speak as he releases a low laugh "so pathetic" he says as he pushes his cock, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back in. your body squirm as your muffled sounds get louder on his skin "cant even say anything right now, can you?" he keeps slamming inside of you, it getting sloppier each thrust. the sound of skin meeting getting louder as he picks up the pace.
your hips bulk up and his thrust gets deeper, his cock head hitting the spot inside of you as you practically scream on his palm. your walls squeezing around him "fuck!" he groans.
his hand leaves your lips to push your leg up "you gonna be a good girl and keep it quiet, wont you?" he says hoarsy, your faces close as you nod desesparately. he takes an animalistic pace, some of your juices already sliding down your inner thighs from how wet you are. you have a hard time controlling yourself, your teeth biting down your lip to suppress your moans that turn into whimpers.
"unless you want everyone to hear the pretty sounds you make, is that what you want, slut? to get caught" he spits and you cant help the moan coming out, your pussy clenching.
"seung- kwa- kwan aaww, plea- se, please" you plea whiny, trying to keep it down. your head getting thrown back as your eyes are watery.
"needing a little help?" he says, staring at your exposed neck as his hand presses you there, he weights his hand on your throat. you were about to moan, but it almost dont come out because of the pressure around it.
you look back at him "want you to cum for me" he says as he squeezes your throat. his thrusts never halting, hitting harsh and steady. your mouth is left open, your breathing heaving.
a few more thrusts, and you have your eyes rolling back, the familiar knock forming on your lower belly. he feels you're close, cutting the air around your neck and fastening his pace. you're doing your best not to scream, your sounds threatening to get louder. seungkwan goes for a kiss, silencing you as your high is approaching. you feel that's your end, your body stiffs before it lets go and you're cumming, clenching nonstop around him. your legs feel weak ams your pussy keeps swallowing him as he eases your high, his member sliding easier around your cum "fuck! so fucking tight" he groans, feeling himself close too.
the grip on your neck loses as you whine, your moans gets quieter as you're coming down. seungkwan hears you, his head hanging low as he's cumming too. his hot spread of cum hitting the condom as he rides his high with low moans. you whimper, feeling overstimulated before he slides off, both of you calming your breathing.
you're the first one to make a move, catching your thong on the floor, sliding it back in right after as seungkwan grins behind you.
he slides the condom off, doing a knot before throwing it on the trash. you're both quiet, the air a bit heavy as you do your own things.
he reaches for a toilet paper "are you not cleaning up?" he says, coming closer "let me do it" he looks at you and you're just staring, he goes down on his knees, gently grabbing your thigh to clean in between your legs. you hate how that affects you, you really wish he was a bad guy outside the bedroom too.
when he's done, he throws your paper at the trash bin, cleaning himself with a new one, doing the same after, while you try to make yourself presentable at the mirror. seungkwan is staring at your reflection, while putting back his boxers and buttoning up his pants.
he goes for the bathroom door, opening and checking briefly if there is anyone. he looks back at you "ready?" he asks, and you just nod. seungkwan has a knowing smile on his face when he opens the door for you "i really fuck you shut, hm?" he says when you're passing by. your heart skips a beat but you just keep walking as he's following you back to the wedding party.
"stop talking" you say and he smirks behind you. he's starting to like that dynamic of both of you.
"go it, ma'am" he states back. if your back weren't facing him, you'd see he's playing around, saluting you with a smile on his face.
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Super Shy(M)
Pairing: collegestudentJihoon x college studentreader
Warnings: SMUT! Cursing, oral, blowjob, spanking(light), hickies, spitting, penetration MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL
A/N: smut with no plot, it’s why I wanted to write this, also the reader is a bit of a bimbo since I love a bimboxshyboy dynamic 🫶
Y/n was used to being the center of attention. She could walk into a room and immediately her good looks and bubbly personality made people like her. She could make friends easily in class and around campus. While also having guys gawk at her and even chase her down to get her number.
She couldn’t deny that she liked the attention, there was however, one that would actively try to avoid her, Lee Jihoon. Jihoon and her met back in freshman year of college, having only a class together but the shy man avoided talking to her after their first meeting.
She was stunning and he could never seem to get the words out to properly talk to her, any time he did, he would stumble and embarrass himself, something y/n actually found to be cute. From then on, he would avoid interacting with her, only ever admiring her from afar to avoid another embarrassing moment, but luck was not going to be on his side.
“Guys! Come look!” Mingyu signaled all the guys to look outside the window. All of them gathered to see that the neighboring apartment complex was having a pool party, with many sporting revealing bathing suits. Jihoon rolled his eyes as he thought something more interesting would be going on, heading back to his room to study.
“Looks like y/n is sporting a very tiny and tight bikini!” Chan said out loud, knowing who’s attention he was trying to get. “What?” Jihoon ran back to the window where the guys laughed at how fast he ran back.
Although the view wasn’t all that great, he could see y/n laying down on one of the lounge chairs, wearing a very bright pink bikini and a beach skirt. Her skin was beautifully tanned, her skin glistening as the sun hit her skin, his eyes wandered from her pretty face to her beautiful full figure.
Jihoons mind soon began to wander off about y/n. He had always admired how she styled herself, using mini skirts or tight denim pants that hugged her hips and thick legs. Her tops would consist of tight shirts that really showed off her upper body, specifically her boobs, which even Jihoon couldn’t help but to look from time to time. He would often smacking himself mentally every time to get rid of any impure thoughts he had
“She’s coming!” Chan yelled out, snapping Jihoon out of his thoughts as the others ran away from the window. “Who’s coming?” Jihoon asked but none of them replied as there was a knock at the door and Chan couldn’t help but to push Jihoon to answer it.
Confused, Jihoon opened the door but was quickly frozen in shock to see y/n right in front of him. “Jihoon! Hi!” She gave him a warm smile and instantly hugged him. “Ah, yeah hi” it took him a second to realize he needed to hug her back. “W-what are you? How are- what’s up?” He was a mess. He couldn’t form a sentence to talk to her. The others getting second hand embarrassment just looking at the scene play out. This earned a small laugh from y/n. “I’m good, listen, the girls and I are having a pool party, we’d love it if you and your friends would join?” she bit her lip, hoping he would accept.
“Me? I mean us?” He stumbled with his words again and y/n laughed, giving him a playful hit on the shoulder, “Yes silly, we’ll see you in a bit?” She confirmed with him with her big doe eyes that melted Jihoon's heart.
“We would love to go, we’ll see you in a bit” Mingyu appeared next to Jihoon and confirmed with her. She was so happy again that she hugged Jihoon and made her way back.
“Real smooth Jihoon” Seungcheol laughed and the others looked at Jihoon with looks of embarrassment. “Shut up, i don’t know why I freeze up this much when she talks to me” he knew why.
“I mean she’s hot,I get it, but damn watching you talk to her is like looking at a deer in headlights” Chan pointed out and the others agreed.
“Happens to the best of us, anyways guys we got invited to the pool party so let’s go!” Mingyu patted Jihoon back and signaled the guys to get ready to head over. “You’re coming too,” he said as he dragged Jihoon.
“Wait what?”
“She invited you and everyone else personally, you don’t wanna disappoint her now do you?” He asked and Jihoon shook his head but he was already dreading it as this meant that he was most likely going to embarrass himself again.
The boys headed over to the pool party, with all of them sporting their sculpted upper bodies and swim trunks, meanwhile Jihoon in particular chose to wear an oversized t-shirt with his swim trunks. The party was small, with the girls at the apartment complex all gathered around the pool, or swimming alongside other guys they invited.
“I’m so glad you could make it!” Jihoon looked to find y/n behind him, fuck,he didn’t expect to talk to her this soon. “T-thanks for inviting us” he chuckled and nodded.
“Can I offer you something to drink?” She asked
“Oh I um- don’t drink, um do you have soda?” He asked, worried she would think he was lame for not drinking, this was college after all. “Sure, why don’t you sit here, I’ll be right back” she pointed at her lounge chair that sported a pink beach towel.
“Talking to y/n? How’s that going?” Mingyu passed by Jihoon.
“I-I don’t know what to say to her”
“Look, just keep it casual, don’t think too hard” he patted his back and left as soon as he saw y/n come back with sodas in her hand.
“Here you go” she handed him the cold can and sat next to him, almost too close. He thanked her and just looked out at the pool trying to figure out what to do or say.
“So, how’s your classes going?” She asked hoping it would make this less awkward. “Oh good, I’m- it’s going well” he managed to reply back. “What about you?” He took a gulp of his soda. “Fine, I am kinda struggling in my literature class though.” She had leaned closer to him, the distance closing between their bodies. “I heard from your friends that you passed literature last year with flying colors, would it be too much to ask you to tutor me?” She pushed herself forward to him, her boobs poking his shoulder, making him choke on his soda.
Y/n quickly pat his back to make sure he was okay. “I’m f-fine” he assured her and took a deep breath. “I can help you, I mean tutor you” he accepted. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” She hugged him tightly making him blush.
“Y/n” she looked over to see a guy had come up to talk to her but she rolled her eyes as he came closer. “What do you want?” Her response was so cold, Jihoon had never seen this from her. “Ooof what’s with the look babe? I tried calling you the other day but you changed your number or something?” The guy asked her.
“ I told you I didn’t want to go out with you”
“Come on baby-”
“I told you to leave me alone, I’m not going out with you and don’t call me baby” she was stern with him.
“I think you are being unreasonable here y/n, come on”she struggled as the guy took her arm to pull her away,
“Hey!” Jihoon stood up and pushed the guy away. “ She didn’t want to be bothered, I suggest you leave her alone” he took y/n behind him as he warned the guy. “Who the fuck are you? Hm?” He pushed Jihoon, making the other people around the party pause and look at the altercation unfolding.
“He’s my friend!” Y/n yelled at him.
“A friend? Yeah right, are you just trying to fuck her too?, everyone knows she’s a slut-“ the guy was cut off as Jihoon immediately threw a punch at him, a fight between them ensued. “Jihoon!” Y/n yelled as she was worried he would get hurt. Jihoon managed to punch the guy in the face again, causing him to fall back and pull Jihoon in with him by his shirt. “Oh my god someone help him!” Y/n yelled and Jihoons friends dove right in to break up the fight, with Mingyu taking Jihoon out the pool and Seungcheol pulling the other guy out and basically throwing him out the party. Y/n quickly went to Jihoon to see if he was badly beaten.
“Oh my god Jihoon, ur bleeding” she pointed out as she saw the cut on his cheek. Jihoon was a bit embarrassed that she had seen the whole fight “I’m fine, it’s okay” he tried to calm her worries. “No, come on inside to clean that up” she pulled him and brought him back to her apartment. “I’m fine really” he kept trying to tell her but she insisted on helping him out and getting her first aid kit. “Oh I should bring you a towel and a clean shirt” she ran to her room to look for the items but only came back with a towel. “Sorry, I only have a towel, all my shirts aren’t exactly going to fit you” she sheepishly laughs making him chuckle. “But if you want you can take your shirt off, and I’ll wash it and dry it quickly” she offered and quickly he turned red. “I um-um I don’t think-“ he found himself stuttering and y/n smiled, “it’ll be quick, here” she pulled the shirt off of him and was pleasantly surprised by how built he was, making her blush.
She quickly ran off to throw his shirt in the wash for him and quickly came back to Jihoon who was sitting on a chair and waiting for her. “Let’s see that cut” she took the first aid kit and sat in front of him as she moved his wet black wavy hair away from his face and cleaned the cut with alcohol. the sting caused him to flinch “sorry...thank you by the way” she continued. “It was nice of you to defend me” she added. “He was being a jerk to you , I couldn’t allow thay” he tried not to look at her directly.
“Well there aren't a lot of guys out there that would do what you did, so it means a lot to me” she smiled at him as she put a bandaid on his cheek. Jihoon looked at her, he couldn’t help but smile back at her. She was beautiful and sweet, of course he wasn’t going to let some jerk disrespect her. No matter the reputation others gave her, Jihoon didn’t believe them nor did he care for them. Y/n was sweet and caring since the first day he met her and his feelings never changed.
“You know I was always worried you didn’t like me” she laughed, Jihoons eyes widened at her comment.
“I figured since you’ve been avoiding me since freshman year….”
“No! Oh my god no! I just- you see-“ again he stumbled on his words and sighed in defeat. “You are great and I really like you, I just…I am a mess when it comes to you, I can’t ever seem to find the right words” he admitted. Y/n smiled and leaned in closer to him, “I don’t think words are all that necessary” she leaned in to kiss him.
Jihoon could die a happy man, the girl he had a crush on kissed him. He was in shock by her action but gave into the kiss too. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled him in closer as she made out with him, making Jihoon wrap his arms around her exposed waist as he was the first to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue and taste her, earning some sweet moans from her. It didn’t take long for the make out session to heat up as she pulled back and pulled Jihoon out of the chair and onto the couch, pushing him down as she kneeled down in front of him and started pulling his shorts down. Holy shit, is this really happening, his mind raced as he let her discard his shorts to the ground, and pulled the briefs slowly to reveal his hardening dick.
“God,even your dick is pretty” she licked her lips as she saw how perfect it was. It was girthy with some weight on it with a nice hard vein on the side that made her instantly go in and lick it slowly from the shaft to the tip, making Jihoon shudder in pleasure. “Oh my god” he let out as she took the tip of his dick and swirled her tongue around it at first then taking the tip in her mouth and slowly sucked in it, looking up at him with a look of pure bliss. Jihoon was trying hard not to cum right then and there, he would die of embarrassment if he did.
Y/n spat at the tip, rubbing her spit up and down the shaft as she giggled at him “feels good?” she is just teasing now he thought but still nodded at her question. “Good” she took her free hand and undid her bikini top, letting it fall off her body, showing off her big supple boobs. “Fuck” he could barely let out the word as he saw her, making her smile mischievously. “I barely did anything and I already got you so riled up hun” she took her boobs and placed Jihoons wet cock in between them, using her hands to squeeze her boobs together more as she rubbed them up and down on him. He groaned in pleasure as he closed his eyes, feeling the waves of pleasure, His dick spilled with precum with every passing second she was rubbing on him.
Y/n loved the look of pleasure that Jihoon had, she was proud she made him feel so good. She wanted to completely ravage this man, and wanted him all for herself. Seeing how he was leaking for her, she leaned down while still rubbing her boobs against his dick, she used her mouth to take in the tip, sucking him off as she continued. “Y/N~” Jihoon was struggling to keep himself together for her but he was slowly losing. She moaned, sending vibrations, making Jihoon break.
He pushed her head down further onto his dick, making her hold onto his thighs as she took him deeper into her mouth, practically making her gag on his length. Jihoon motioned his hips faster into her mouth, feeling a familiar sensation creeping up. With a final thrust into her mouth, Jihoon let out another deep groan as he came into her mouth, y/n pulled back as she took his cum in her mouth and gasped for air. After a moment of his release, Jihoon realized what he did. “I’m so sorry” he quickly apologized but y/n just giggled and licked her lips, “it’s okay, you are so tasty”.
Jihoon laughed alongside her, coming off the couch and joining her on the floor, which was adorned with a pink fluffy rug. Meeting her lips again, he stated the mix of her smeared gloss and his cum on her, and he wanted to pleasure her just as much as she did for him .
Taking a pillow from the couch and setting it for her to lay her head, he kissed her lips once more before moving kisses down her body leaving a trail down her neck and onto her chest and giving them his full attention. Flicking one of her nipples with his tongue and pinching the other with his hand, making her mewel in pleasure for him. “So fucking beautiful” he said to her as he licked her nipple again with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
Y/n felt herself getting wet, the bottom half of her bikini was now soaked, she wanted more of him, more of his touch. Almost as if he could read her mind, Jihoon slipped his free hand down her bikini and felt her slick folds making her arch her back for him as she let out another whimper. “You’re so wet and I’ve barely started,” Jihoon teased her back, making her laugh. He only rubbed her wet folds with his fingers slowly, wanting to tease her and make her beg for him while he continued to suck on her tits and leave his marks on her, wanting her to be his. “Jihoon please~” she whined as she moved her hips against his finger wanting more friction. He could watch her beg like this with her hazy eyes that had no thoughts behind them, just pleasure.
Trailing his kisses further her body, as he made his way down her legs, he pulled his soaked hand away and licked his fingers in front of her, making her bite her lip at the sight. Fuck he’s so hot, she always thought he was cute but she also felt sexually attracted to him, with his shy demeanor and intellect, she just naturally found him attractive,but in this moment she couldn’t help but to see how hot he really was. The shy guy she knew who always wore glasses that took up a good portion of his face was nowhere in sight right now. His eyes weren’t shy, they were filled with pure desire for her, his hair wet and messy from the pool incident and his body was rock solid. “Fuck!” She yelled out as she came back from her thoughts, feeling Jihoon lick the slit of her folds before spreading them and spitting right on her clit, before going in and fully sucking on it. Her hands immediately went to his head as tugged on the wet locks as he ate her out.
As Jihoon licked every inch of her wet cunt, tasting every bit of her spilling essence , not wasting a drop of it, he felt himself getting hard again but he didn’t want to touch himself until he had fully pleasured her. He pulled her by her thighs and made her cross her legs around him, he could care less if he suffocated. Feeling his tongue literally going in and out of her and exploring the rest of her wet core, she felt the sensation she wanted coming closer and closer. “B-baby~” her breath was shaky as she felt him hum against her clit sending shocks of pleasure “fuck yes!” She yelled out as he gripped his hair tightly and rode his face as she let her orgasm flush over her body. “S-so good” she let out as she came down from her high and looked at the man come up, smothered in her juices.
She didn’t think it was possible but the sight of him soaked in her, out of breath and hair a mess from pleasuring her, turned her on again. Getting up, she took his hand and guided him back to the couch letting him sit back again and straddled him, having both her arms on either side of him, leaning her body toward him as she let her soaked cunt glide on his hard cock, both of them filling the small apartment with their moans. Jihoon loved the way she grinded on him, seeing her face full of pleasure, wrapping his arms around her thick waist and leaned to capture one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked on it, alternating to the other every chance he got as she continued to grind against him.
“Jihoon~fuck me” she begged him, feeling like she needed more. Jihoon nodded and sat up, lining himself up to her pussy but in his haze realized,
“condoms, I can go get one at-“
“N-no baby, I want it now. Do me raw, I’m clean and I’m on the pill” she assured him, whining at him.
With her consent he nodded and stoked his dick, sliding it up towards her. She gasped at how thick he was and was already filling her before it was fully in. Jihoon was able to push himself inside full, giving her a moment to adjust to him, which didn’t take too long as she began to whine for him to move. “Fuck you feel so good” he said as he began to move his hips to a steady pace, watching her hickie covered boobs bounced for him and her eyes fixed on him.
“Soo fucking good” he pushed herself down hard when he pushed up to feel him go deeper into her. “Fuck fuck fuck! Fuck me!” She couldn’t help herself, she wanted this man to fuck her silly. Jihoon grabbed onto her waist and took full control, snapping his hips fast and hard, the sound of her ass meeting his hips filling the room alongside her loud moans. “Yes yes yes! Right there” she held onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Fuck right there” Jihoon was able to push her down enough where she felt his dick hit just the right spot. Y/n clenched around him making him feel closer to his edge. “Keep clenching like that and I’ll end up cumming” he spanked her ass which drove her wild. “Cum in me baby, fill me up” she was practically demanding him at this point. “Cum with me” he sped up his pace feeling himself getting closer but wanted her to reach her high again. “Jihoon!” She let out as she felt him pound deeper into her than before, bringing her to her climax. “Fuck” she let out as she felt her body be filled with Jihoons cum as he came only moments after her.
Both of them caught their breaths as they felt their climaxes die down, Jihoon tried to move to remove himself but y/n stopped him. “Stay with me like this” she asked him, leaning in to kiss him again, this time Jihoon cupped her face gently as they made out softly.
“I like a man of few words” she smiled at him, making him chuckle.
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minghao fits for your love by måneskin so much like he would be that much of a simp for his partner
18+ / mdi
content: simp!minghao, softdom!minghao, afab reader, established relationship, smut, mentions of fingering, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 1103
a/n: i absolutely agree his ass would be absolutely obsessed w his partner (give him to me).
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your relationship with minghao had always been pure bliss. he gave every part of himself to you, and you did the same. your joy was his, and he could relish in knowing that this was mutual.
however, it could never be truly mutual.
not to insinuate that minghao loved you more than you did him (he did), but minghao knew there was just no way for you to fully grasp the way he felt for you. he was certain no one could ever love anyone as much as he did you.
whenever minghao was around you, he was overtaken by this possessive nature that made him dependent on your attention. he wanted to be the first thought in your mind every morning, the song stuck in your head, the only man you ever thought of.
normally, he'd be embarrassed by displaying such neediness for someone, but he couldn't help but relish in his feelings for you. your constant encouragement also didn't help.
it was like heaven, your relationship. he loved loving you, and you reeled him right in with every single look. knowing that you enjoyed his affections as much as he enjoyed giving them to you had him on a constant high.
and this dynamic showed up in every aspect of your relationship.
from domestic mornings in which he'd hold you from behind and breathe in your scent as you cooked breakfast for him. to nights spent suffocating between your thighs as you cried his name and pulled at his hair. your pleasure was his own, and nothing made him feel more complete.
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"h-hao, you don't have to-"
"need it. it'll feel so good, angel", he practically growled against your ear, his stomach caving in at the pretty sighs you were letting out at his simplest touches.
"but you already made me cum with your fingers two times ... need you, hao," you whined, making meek efforts to draw his fingers away despite his strong hold on you.
you were currently sitting between his legs, back against his chest as he took turns between fondling your breasts and playing with your cunt. by now, he had already driven you to orgasm with his fingers two times over, and had now begun to entice you into letting him lay you on the bed so he could take his rightful place between your legs.
despite all your weak attempts at convincing him of letting you have his cock, he managed to convince you to let him have his way with you through soft touches and sensual caresses.
now between your legs, he did his usual routine of kissing up and down your thighs, sucking and licking at the supple skin as you breathed so prettily above him.
"h-hao. fuck, please ..." you cried after a good five minutes of his teasing.
"i know, angel. 'm just enjoying you, yeah? love this pretty body so much ... wanna mark it everywhere. make it mine," his eyes never left your body, completely hypnotized at the sight.
"but i need you so bad. want you to fuck me, please- ah!"
he interrupted your pleas by finally diving into your cunt, going at full force despite his previously soft touches. he licked and sucked in ways he knew drove you insane, feeling immense pleasure at the way you'd pull at his hair and wiggle under him at the feeling of his tongue against your cunt.
he could've cum from just this (and he had before), but today he wanted to finish you off as fast as he could. he was craving you around him so badly. the warmth against his face had him groaning at how hotly your cunt would wrap around him in just a few minutes.
his hips canted against the bed against his will, feeling far too aroused to control his body as you cried and cried at his touch. fortunately, he was able to draw you to orgasm before his own took over.
"that's it, beautiful. cum for me, fuck. so pretty ... feel my tongue while you cum, yeah?", he mumbled against your cunt, licking you all through your orgasm. he loved letting you know how much he enjoyed making you cum. it always made you twitch under him and react in ways that had his own mind blanking at the sight.
when he finally brought you back to earth with him, he laid you on the middle of the bed, giving himself room to crawl on top of you. with no warning, he kissed you, forcing your own taste into your mouth. it only took you some second to process his kiss and begin kissing him back, groaning along with him at the nastiness of it.
"gonna give it to you now, okay, angel?", he breathed against your lips, "been so good for me ... love you so much. gonna make you feel so good."
"please. need you so fucking bad. c-can't wait anymore."
he plunged into you after that, eyes rolling back at the warm and wet haven he was now being overtaken by. despite wanting to be soft and doting, his body couldn't help itself. he loved the feeling of you too badly to control his movements. he had been waiting far too long now, giving you three orgasms before seeking pleasure for himself.
"is this what you wanted? hmm? your cunt full of cock?", he loved talking you through it; making you tell him how good he made you feel.
"yes, love it so much! love you so much, fuck."
"l-love you more ... you have no idea, pretty. so fucking addicted to you", he groaned at the way you tightened at his words, "'m so close, shit. need you to cum with me, okay, beautiful? just follow me, yeah?"
"a-anything for you, my love," you sighed, eyes glossy from the tears of pleasure.
he counted you down in whispers against your ear, groaning when you followed through and gave yourself up to him and let your orgasm take over. he did the same, burying his head against your neck to muffle his cries of pleasure.
he slumped against you after his high subsided, giving himself a few moments to recover before cleaning you up with a nearby rag and laying down next to you, holding you against his arms as he did every night.
"my angel ..." he sighed with a kiss against your cheek, "your love is everything to me. you're everything," he mumbled.
you were probably too tired to fully process his words, but they were words he repeated to you every night, so you responded without a second thought, "love you, minghao."
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night in
જ⁀➴. boo seungkwan
𖣔 pairing- non-idol! kwannie x reader, established relationship
𖣔 summary- your boyfriend is the best company for spa night.
𖣔 warnings-fluffy, kissing, affection, lmk what else
𖣔 a/n- i just wrote this for myself. i need to write more kwannie!!! pls send requests for kwannie if you have any. i just want to give kwannie a rose <3
your seated on your bathroom counter. your boyfriend standing in between your legs as he puts his face mask on your face. “you look so cute all focused.” you giggle at his expression.
he’s so focused on making sure he doesn’t get any of your hair in the mask. “i got to make sure i don’t mess up your skin care!” he laughs along with you.
“your face mask is almost dry.” you say as look at his face more. getting lost in how handsome the boy is. you just smile to yourself a little.
“what are you smiling about love?” he questions as he finally finishes putting on your face mask.
“mm nothing you’re just cuter every time i look at you kwannie.” you say as you seem him blush slightly through the pink tint of his face mask. “that was very cheesy.” he smiles putting a sweet peck on your lips.
“you are always being cheesy towards me tho.” you giggle as he helps you off the counter. “only a little.” you laugh again as you pull him into another kiss.
he smiles when you pull away. your face mask sticking to his. “we’re connected now i guess.” he laughs at his own words and at your struggling to not to pull half your face mask off with his.
“all of my hard work ruined.” he teases as you pull your head away finally getting the face mask from sticking together. of course ruining the mask that kwannie just put on for you. he laughs at your defeated expression.
half of your face mask now stuck onto his face mask. “well i am not putting on another one.” you laugh at yourself as you sit on your bed with him.
“you’re all pouty now.” he makes a sad face at your still defeated face. “it came off before we could take cute couple selfies.” you pout as you reach for him to hug you.
“sweetheart we have a million cute couple photos.” he rubs your back gently. “but i want spa night ones.” you laugh at yourself being so dramatic.
“we can do spa night every night honey.” he kisses you again. your faces not sticking together this time.
“let’s take our face masks on. well whatever is left of yours.” he chuckles a little. you rolling your eyes playfully as he follows you to your bathroom.
“okay spa night was not a success but you are a cutie so it’s fine.” he just rolls his eyes at you playfully. “you’re being a little dramatic honey.” he laughs with you. enjoying the sound of your laugh more and more.
he takes off his face mask along with you. both of you washing your face shortly after. “lets brush out teeth and go to bed.” you smile and peck his lips again as you grab your toothbrushes, handing your boyfriend his.
both of you brushing your teeth together. the two of you wanting to touch each other at all times, kwannies hand moving to your waist mindlessly. both your teeth brushed now. him pulling you into a big hug.
“i love that i get to go to bed seeing you and wake up seeing you.” he says with a smile. “you are the perfect girl to wake up to.” he says with a kiss.
“kwannie- that was so sweet.” you blush looking away from him. “you deserve all of it sweetheart. now lets go to sleep, i am super exhausted.” he sighs but
his face going into another smile after looking at you. “babe you have a little bit of face mask still on your face.” your first instinct would be to look in the mirror in front of you.
but kwannie is just a much better mirror in your opinion. “where?” he smiles kissing your lips. “just there.” he laughs a little at himself. “that’s was cheesy than my joke earlier!” you scoff playfully.
“you don’t want my cheesy love?” he questions you playfully. “i want all your cheesy love kwannie.”
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Oneshot | Texts with bf vernon
Boyfriend vernon × fem reader
Genre: humour,funny,texts,fluff
You: Broo
Babeee😚🫠: sigh...another day of my girlfriend calling me bro 👍
You: you dramaqueen.. you literally call me *bro dude man* all the time, but also in between us i feel it's very romantic 😚💋
Babeee😚🫠: ok bro wassup
You: I miss you 🥺🥺
Babeee😚🫠: want me to send you a selfie? I miss you too btw
You: Nah I don't want to see your blank ass face in a selfie..come home it's better
Babeee😚🫠: Dude??? Ouch or whatever you're never getting a selfie from me again don't even ask for it ever😑
You: baby 😭😭I was joking your selfies are so adorable just like you..I just meant I wanna see you in person I miss you so bad just come home I need to see your pretty face🥺🥺
Babeee😚🫠: nah idk now I was just about to sit in the car now imma go back 💔💔
You: NOOOO PLEASE😭
Babeee😚🫠: ok open the door
You: wtf? You serious?
Babeee😚🫠: hehe no I was kidding, be there in 30 ✌️ couldn't help I missed your stupid pretty face too 🫶
You: 🖕🖕you just added that 'pretty' so you wouldn't get in trouble
Babeee😚🫠: please as if I'd ever call your face stupid ..your face is pretty Babe..(it's you who's stupid❤️) Face card, face bank, face economy my y/nnnnn❤️
You: oh you're so asking for it, just wait as soon as you step in the house I'm gonna kill you (with the tightest hug ever😭)
Babeee😚🫠: can't waittt ..love you ❤️
He laughs and gets off the car to get you your favourite food.
After arriving home, you keep your promise to give him the tightest hug,while he's also hugging you back with the same intensity..his laugh vibrates from his chest to your ears and now finally you feel home after seeing him laughing in your arms.
You pull back taking his face in your eyes.
You look up pouting at him,"You called me stupid"
He smiles softly looking down at you,"No I didn't I know how smart my baby is" He says holding your chin in his fingers nudging it a little.
You loop your arms in his neck and he leans down to peck your lips a few times and then pulling you in a proper kiss.
End.
A/n : trying to lighten my mood with this one and like who's better than vernon to make you laugh💘
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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧
→ Mingyu x Fem!reader
→ Summary: "If you wanted me to get you pregnant so bad, all you had to was ask."
→ Warnings: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Businessman au, Humour, Slight!Body Dysmorphia, Insecurities, Workaholic!Reader, Shy!Reader, Slight Male Manipulation, Slight!Angst, Smut (+18), Semi!Public Sex, Slight Coercion, Needy!Mingyu, He Whimpers, Pervy!Mingyu, Corruption Kink, Desperate Sex, Massive Breeding kink, Mingyu has a choking kink, and a Praise kink, Slight!Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex
Mingyu likes getting choked, pls argue with the wall
The dollop of heat in your stomach steadily grew into a pool of molten lava throughout the duration of the award ceremony. The entire televised event was supposed to be in celebration of your husband and the diligence he has extended to the company for all of 2 decades.
Instead, most of the evening is spent nursing your anxiety with a flute of champagne, while you attempt to not sweat through your very expensive makeup under the heat of multiple strobe lights.
Mingyu, sitting at the table beside you serves as your only anchor, keeping your feet planted firmly to the ground while the rest of the table exchange pleasantries involving baby pictures and ultrasounds.
The dread in your stomach only multiplies.
You've been made privy to how they speak about you and your husband behind gloved hands in hushed whispers. A husband who has had to be burdened with a wife whose internal clock was no match for the importance of a career. Perhaps they thought you were too self important and too driven. Perhaps that explains why you were always invited to events out of courtesy and never out of true interest. Perhaps-
"Stop that." Mingyu's voice travels to your ear at a low and conspiratorial baritone while the rest of wives and husband at the table talk animatedly.
"Stop what?" You ask while Mingyu draws your attention to his hand now resting on your thigh underneath the table.
"Don't play with me. I can tell when you're overthinking," He says, letting his palm brush over the sequins of your pitch black dress. It matched his all black suit to rude perfection, truly making you believe you were the best dressed couple in the whole event. "If you're gonna be thinking about something, I'd rather it be the likelihood of me eating you out in this dress after we're done."
His words succeed in dragging your thoughts away from the happy couples and their happy families and you meet his eyes and the amusement swimming within them.
"Is sex really all you think about-"
Mingyu answers your question by suddenly grabbing a hold of your hand and forcing your palm over his lap until your palm is lightly grazing the bulge forming there.
"Let's hope this ends soon so we can get the fuck out of here." The rest of the event was spent with you, staring down at the table in a mindless, lustful daze while Mingyu still guided your palm up and down the bulge in his pants. It was conspicuous enough for it to look like his hand was simply resting atop yours, if anyone really got particularly nosy. Luckily, everyone else was too drunk on overpriced soju to recognize Mingyu's forced self pleasuring while he took casual little sips from his glass intermittently.
You were both relieved once it was time to go home.
This inability to adapt into the upper echelons of housewife society had not bothered you initially and it certainly did not bother your husband. In fact, someone as aloof and optimistic as Mingyu was seldom concerned with the matters of holding face for a backwards capitalistic society.
"If we weren't rich I thoroughly believe we would be those 'eat the rich' people." Mingyu announces as he trails into the bathroom behind you. The overhead lights bathe the bathroom's onyx accents in a dim light, successfully relaxing you and easing the bundle of knots that had built up in your shoulders.
Mingyu seems equally pleased to be back home, kicking off his Abercrombie loafers and watching them fly into a corner while he undoes the buttons of his jet black dress shirt. His tall frame is hunched over as he wraps his arms around your stomach, allowing you to lead him to the bathroom sinks with heavy footsteps like a 187 centimetre baby.
You, of course, do not object when he pushes his head into the space between your neck and shoulder as you begin to brush your teeth. If the award ceremony was as draining for him as it was for you, then this truly is the first moment he is able to let himself go the entire day.
"I think we can still be those 'eat the rich' people because it's not like we're rich by choice, right?" Seeing your husband constantly run the risk of impending communism would be amusing, were it not for the sour taste still present in your mouth from the work event Mingyu had just taken you too.
"At least you got to watch me in my element-" He grumbles against your skin before begrudgingly peeling himself off of you to make his way to his side of the bathroom,
"Ugh," Mingyu groans with exaggeration as he commences with his skin care, "You literally got to watch your sexy and talented husband accept a corporate award in a room full of people. I'm so jealous of you,"
"Ugh, I know!" You nod back, "Jihoon looked so good on that podium. Remind me to send him a message later." You evade Mingyu's deadpan look through the oval shaped mirror as you continue to brush.
"On a serious note, Gyu, I'm glad you had fun while I was being forced to entertain those industry housewives." You momentarily stop your brushing, "I'm thoroughly overwhelmed by ultrasounds!" You exclaim frustratedly through a gurgle of toothpaste. The very thought of those women shot your blood pressure to hell.
Their idealistic lives and their idealistic vaginas that could somehow push out a steady stream of babies before snapping back as if nothing ever happened. Business as usual.
Meanwhile, your body threw a tantrum the very second you even had a vague thought of eating something outside the bounds of your diet.
Mingyu adored every part of you - you know this - but that nauseating feeling of inadequacy always crept up on you in moments of weakness.
You sigh, "I think those women have magical vaginas."
"Hey." Mingyu says, patting down his face, "All women have magical vaginas but you especially."
You swiftly ignore him and continue your furious brushing as you say, "Every single day it's 'This one is pregnant!' 'This one wants to get pregnant,' 'This one is trying to get pregnant!'" You rant, completely oblivious to the way Mingyu watches you through the mirror as you continue.
"'I'm not quite sure when it became socially accessible for couples to just air out their breeding kinks to the public-" an ungentlemanly snort escapes through Mingyu's mouth and he pauses to shake his head and compose himself.
"I'm ultra-sounded out!" You exclaim, finally bending over to spit out a wad of toothpaste. In your periphery, Mingyu watches you with that passive look of contentment and unwavering adoration that almost never seems to leave his face in your presence.
Despite his overly humorous tendencies at times, Mingyu also harboured the habit of reading in between the lines - he had to, not only for his job but for his romantic life as well. Being blessed with a shy partner meant Mingyu had to dig just a little deeper past the veneer of everything you say, to get just a little closer to what you actually meant.
Your shyness and stoicism is what initially drew him to you in the first place. Always beating around the proverbial bush to protect your most sacred dignity and independence. It was always a struggle for Mingyu but it turned him on way too easily to picture his put-together, independent little wife needing him in a way she might not even know.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask quietly, lifting your head before reigning your braids into a ponytail.
"How am I looking at you?" Mingyu asks in a voice way too husky to harbour any sense of professionalism.
"Are you seriously turned on right now?" There is no use in denying it because Mingyu knew you could read him like an open book. There's a soberness that hits him when he's turned on.
He jokes less than usual and assumes a more… slutty disposition that neither him nor you have ever been able to tame. Mingyu rubs the excess cream into his hands before leaning against the marble countertops. He watches you with a small, dangerous smirk that sends a flurry of butterflies swimming the pits of your stomach.
"If you wanted me to get you pregnant so badly, all you had to do was ask." His sentence bulldozes through the silence, steals the air right out of your lungs and nearly sweeps your feet out from underneath you. The world practically spins for a second but you grapple desperately onto your sensibilities for your sensibilities are one of the very few things you can arm yourself against your husband's slutty seduction.
"I think I could've squeezed you into my busy schedule," He chuckles lightly before stepping forward.
Almost automatically you step backwards, which evidently gets Mingyu way too excited. He raises his eyebrows with a slight before he's closing the distance between the two of you with 2 wide strides.
The light pouring down from the ceiling suddenly feels too warm, and the air feels like you've teleported to a crowded bazaar in the centre of the desert. You refuse to make eye contact with Mingyu, looming over you. You only splay a hand against his chest as you attempt to chuckle.
"You're being ridiculous." You say, "If you need to cum so bad, use your hand."
It felt like a betrayal on everything you held dear, admitting that the idea of him cumming inside you with the purpose of getting you pregnant turned you on. It felt like a betrayal on your career and your goals and aspirations.
"Nah," He shakes his head without ever breaking eye contact, "That would be a waste, wouldn't it?" Mingyu's eyes frantically search your features for the same traces of lust so shamelessly displayed across his own visage. His lips are parted with his quiet breathing. "Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."
However, Mingyu's sensibilities are completely clouded by unshakeable lust. He is so easily stimulated by every single thing about you, the softness of your body, the familiarity of your scent and the mental image of seeing you actually pregnant with his child. It has him pushing you further against the bathroom wall until the coolness of the stone sank steadily through your night dress.
Mingyu's hand immediately rips the offending article of clothing, pushing your night dress up slowly and feeling his own cock ache at how you silently comply.
"It's really easy, baby. I just need you to tell me you want me to cum in that little pussy of yours and I'll do it. Just wanna…" Mingyu's incoherence during states of exceptional lust always succeeded in making you absolutely wet. He became an insatiable, talkative and blubbering mess.
"...Just wanna make you happy," His breathing picks up almost as easily as yours, and inside himself, Mingyu releases a shotgun prayer that you want this just as bad as he does. He hopes your mind has been flooded with the exact same fantasies of him, sliding his bare cock into your soaking cunt. Him ramming into you and finishing inside of you and-
"Ah- fuck," He hisses, unable to get your panties down all the way before he's letting his fingers drift across your slippery folds. "Look at how wet you are, baby. You really do want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy, don't you?"
Mingyu's cock twitches uncomfortably in his pants while he drifts his fingers over your puffy clit, pulling a strangled moan from your throat.
"Feels good, baby?" He whimpers before slotting his hips between your legs. Mingyu's breath is warm against the side of your face as he continues to rub infuriating circles on your clit. "I can make you feel even better baby… if you let me fuck you, I can make us both feel good, yeah?" He's a whining mess - you both are as your hips move in tandem against his hands.
"Fuck, baby I need you to tell me you want this. I need you to tell me I can throw away the condoms, that I can cum inside you-"
"F-Fuck, Daddy," Your slip-up would've gone perfectly unnoticed, were it not for the heavy, almost oppressive silence between the two of you in the bathroom. Mingyu's ears perk up like a puppy that had just heard his favorite word, and he pulls himself away to gaze deeply into your eyes with adoration and awe. Mingyu's pink lips hang open as he scrambles back up to his height. He cups your cheeks with both hands, and you lean into his warm calluses as his thumbs rub gentle circles on your cheek.
The kiss he leaves on your nose is delicate and romantic.
The perfect calm before the proverbial storm.
Mingyu then nods slowly as he says, "Well now I'm definitely going to fuck you," the conviction and the bass in his voice urges a pathetic whimper through your lips and you're left to comply limply as Mingyu places a palm on your exposed thigh. He lifts you up until your leg is locked firmly around his hip and he's almost perfectly slotted between your bare legs. The feeling of having him so close to you, in such a starkly intimate position leaves you both momentarily speechless and you're watching each other as if terrified of breaking this spell of lust.
Mingyu is deliberate in his actions as he moves his hand to pull his cock out of his pants, all without breaking eye contact.
"Don't play with me like this, baby," it's the most serious he has ever been, and your back is almost moulded to the wall as Mingyu lines the tip of his aching cock to your dripping cunt. "I was literally so close to cumming in my pants, so if you're playing with me right now-"
"Mingyu," your voice is airy as you push your hips forward, taking initiative, as you always did, until the head of his cock was prodding your entrance. He shivers greatly before stealing a glance down at his cock entering you so swiftly, before he gazes deep into your eyes once more.
"If you want me…" Mingyu whispers as he fully sheathes his cock inside you, overcome by yet another violent shiver. "Baby, you have me."
The first thrust is nearly cataclysmic and he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot. Seeing him so incredibly turned on, so ready to burst at the seams has your cunt clenching around him, pulling him deeper and deeper until his gigantic cock was stretching your cunt to what felt like its limits. That second thrust completely drains him of all his composure and soon Mingyu's fucking you relentlessy into the wall as if he both hated you and loved you and did not know which was which.
"You're doing so well baby" You whisper, causing his hips to stutter against yours while a pained moan releases itself from your throat.
Your mouth hangs open as you watch him absolutely ravage you. His dark eyes are hooded with lust and he's babbling his incoherent sentences while his long, messy hair brushes over his cheeks. He is absolutely fargone as he thrusts his hips into you, while his other hand is stationed against the wall above you. "Thank you for letting me do this, baby," he damn near whimpers as he pushes himself harder and faster into you, unable to stop the neediness from sinking into his tone. "Thank you, thank you, thank you-"
Your mouth is still hanging open and Mingyu takes the opportunity to dip down and crash his lips onto yours. The kiss is furious and desperate and you realise this is exactly what you love about him. You appreciate how easy it is to please him, how unashamed Mingyu is of displaying his emotions. He is loud and passionate and it drives you absolutely insane.
"Fuck-I'm close," He breathes, as he peppers kisses along your face. His hand squeezes desperately at your breasts as he pants in your ear. "Tell me to cum inside you- pleasepleaseplease,"
You are operating purely on the lust distributed from Mingyu's incessant whining and whimpering until an idea strikes you so vividly you almost wonder why you had not done this before.
In between your feverish panting and Mingyu's ravaging motions, you delve your head into his hair before peeling his face away from you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion before you slither your hand down to lock your palm around the his throat. Your hand doesn't fully enclose his neck but you succeed in adding pressure, causing the man before you to roll his eyes into the back of his skull in absolutely ecstasy-
"Oh fuck-I'm cumming-" his body spasms before you in a euphoric daze, quickly triggering your own orgasm as you continue to choke him and move your hips in tandem with his cock.
"Fuck, oh fuck!" He swears as he clamps his hand around your thigh as if begging to spread you wider, to push in deeper until he's filling you up completely with his load. It's messy and so wildly intimate, you're both lost in the crevices of your own respective pleasure. How anyone could make someone feel as completed as you two currently feel is so unimaginable, you both struggle to find the words. Mingyu is a panting mess above you while you attempt to ease your runway heart.
It strikes you then that you're perhaps afraid, now that the lust has cleared that the post nut clarity might rid him of his earlier statements.
All you do is watch as he places another kiss on the tip of your nose before easing his cock out of you.
"I'll run out to buy Plan B tomorrow. You don't have to -"
He shushes you almost immediately as he pads over the bathroom sink. Mingyu hums softly as he ruffles through the medicine cabinet until he finds what he's looking for. All you can do is watch as he dumps the entire contents of your birth control pills down the toilet. He never breaks eye contact, only maintaining a wide slightly manic smile.
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— haven | c.sc
for my 500 follower event !!! — cheol + breeding.
pairings; seungcheol x fem! reader | genre; smut, fluff, established relationship | w.c; 1.3k+ | warnings; breeding, soft dom! cheol, unprotected sex, creampie, messy MESSY sex, praising, pet names, multiple rounds, tooth-rotting fluff. | a/n; this took long to write but i'm happy abt how it turned out! ty for participating <3
“y’know? apparently, deep-voiced men have more children,” you state, eyeing your husband indiscreetly.
“really? i’ll make sure to convey that to wonwoo next time.” seungcheol mutters, clearly disinterested in the discourse.
a frown sits on your lips when you notice that he doesn’t even lift his eyes from his phone screen. this is another one of your fruitless attempts to get pregnant (re: to get him to bend you over and fuck a baby into you). but your husband, as usual, doesn’t pick up your hints.
either, he can’t actually understand what you want. need. or he knows, but he doesn’t entertain the idea. knowing cheol, it was most probably the latter than the former. you’ve mentioned kids almost every day. you’ve sent him any cute baby videos that pop up in your feed (your feed is now completely filled with them). you also initiate more sexy time during your ovulation period, such as today.
you doubt that seungcheol won’t pick up on your insinuations. maybe he doesn’t want children. a heavy feeling settles in your chest at the thought, and you don’t notice the way his eyes dart to you expectantly. usually, even if he doesn’t respond well, you’ll continue to fill him in with random pregnancy and fertility information. but you don’t today. did you give up? and why the hell can’t you see what he wants.
hell yes. of course, he knows your intentions. the thought of having your belly swell with his child gives him pure dopamine. the reason why he doesn’t seem to reciprocate? he wants you to say it. no, beg for it.
seungcheol can’t understand. why the hell would you search random stuff and tell him about it instead of just asking him. just four simple words. give me your babies. and that’s all it would take to have him on his knees.
you stand up from the bed and make your way towards him. with a huff, you rest your arms on your hips and glare at him. you’ve had enough. if he wants to continue acting dumb, you might just as well say it to his face. but your confidence melts away when seungcheol sets his dark eyes on you. his tongue darts out to wet his tongue as he looks up at you, eyebrows raised and a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
you kneel before him, resting your head on the thigh of his spread legs. and seungcheol has to control his flurry of emotions when you look up at him with needy eyes and a pretty pout. he feels your breath hitting his clothed crotch and your nails softly digging into the flesh of his thigh as you draw circles on them.
“yes, baby?” he asks, tossing his phone away. his hand comes to rest on your head, thumb caressing your cheek. you lean into his touch and mutter something inaudible. before he can ask you to repeat yourself, you press your palm on his semi-hard, clothed dick, feeling it twitch under your touch.
you smile, knowing the effect you have on him. with a newfound confidence, you mumble, “want your babies.” fuck, he did want this, but he didn’t expect you to ask him like this. kneeled down before him and innocently staring at him as you bit your lip and palmed his cock.
“be good and i’ll fuck you, yeah?” he mutters under his breath, and you nod with glassy eyes.
and that’s how you end up here. on all fours, tears staining your cheeks, and your sloppy cunt stuffed with cum as seungcheol keeps rutting into you. this is the fourth? fifth? you don’t remember. all you know is how his thick cock feels in your messy cunt and how you’ll pass out any second.
both your bodies are covered in sweat, and seungcheol isn’t sure how long you both have been going at it. he swears this is the last round every time, but he gets drunk in the feeling of your warm, sloppy cunt. the wet squelch that he hears every time your bodies meet is enough to drive him crazy. and your moans and begs keep him going.
“ah–yes! just-just gimme y’ babies,” you whine when he hits that sweet spot for the nth time. your arms give out, and you fall face-first into the pillow while his hands are still manoeuvring your hips with a tight grip.
“fuck. baby, so good for me.” he praises feeling his cock twitch and his abdomen muscles coil. a low groan leaves him when he feels your gummy walls clenching around his length. this is way too addicting. everything about this is addicting. even the tiredness in his muscles, the breathlessness, and god, his cum oozing out your abused hole each time he thrusts.
seungcheol ceases his movements momentarily to move you into a comfortable position. he flips you over, groaning at the sight of your messy state. you look so pretty. trembling under him with your tear-stained lashes and puffy eyes. you whine at the loss of contact, causing him to chuckle. he leans, pressing his lips to yours in a hot kiss.
“needy, needy baby.” he mutters against your lips. “your needy baby,” you reply, staring up at him with such warmth in your eyes. that’s it. that’s his breaking point. he groans, and any rational thought he had is thrown out the window when he pistons his hips into yours again.
you wrap your legs around his torso and moan loudly as he ruts mercilessly. he rests his face in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at the skin. his mind is hazy. absolutely no thought except that he needs to fill you to the brim with his cum. to make your belly swell with his child. to completely mark you as his.
seungcheol’s eyes tear up. he’s so sensitive, and the stimulation is clouding his brain, but he can’t stop himself. he thrusts harder when you start to moan louder. you can feel his tip bruise your cervix with each thrust, and you cry out loud. a warmth pools in your stomach. and you don’t know if it is because of the impending orgasm or the thought of having a family with him.
creating a new life with him. the child will be the physical manifestation of your love. an evidence. a proof. even if you both are long dead, your child will carry on the legacy of your love.
tears spill to your cheeks, and the warm feeling stems from your stomach, spreading throughout your body. your breath hitches when seungcheol kisses your tears away. wrapping your sore arms around him, you pull him closer and rest your forehead against his. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. the warm feeling envelops your heart when he smiles softly at you, and you swear you can see hearts in his eyes.
with a loud cry of his name, you cum. your legs tremble, and your arms tighten around him as he continues to thrust. your eyes find his teary ones when you feel a wet drop land on your face. you immediately pull him closer, kissing his lips softly, feeling your own tears flowing down your face.
he moans into the kiss, and his hips still, ropes of cum pooling in your cunt. seungcheol doesn’t pull away. he pulls you closer, chanting ‘i love you’s in between hitched breaths and sobs.
“can’t believe we’re gonna start a family,” you chuckle at his hoarse voice. you are cuddling into his chest by the time you both have calmed down. a serene warmth surrounding you both.
“seriously. feels like our first date was yesterday,” he mutters, drawing circles on your back. your smile widens at the memory, and you look at him. you kiss his forehead and boop his nose, and he giggles. the warmth in your chest deepens when he starts kissing all over your face.
but it’s not long before he pouts at you, whining about how you could’ve just asked him. he complains that if you did, he could be kissing your swollen tummy by now. you kiss him an apology, and his hand rests on your stomach warmly while he promises to take good care of you and your child.
you smile into his chest, listening to him talking about your yet non-existent child. you feel safe and warm between his arms.
this is your haven.
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