Wallflower - Final Part - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)
PART ONE HERE. PART TWO HERE. PART THREE HERE.
(uploading early cuz this just works out better for me.)
🌻 Summary: A decision on Seonghwa’s part finally forces you to make choices in regards to your job and your feelings for him.
🌻 Word count: 7.6k
🌻 Genre & warnings: nerdy seonghwa with coworker reader. fem pronouns for reader. smut. oral sex, both reader giving and receiving. dirty talk. unprotected sex. creampie.
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this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.
“Oh, you didn’t want to take advantage of wearing jeans this Friday?” Sir Dipshit looms over your desk, peering down at you with a curious expression on his face.
“I didn’t, I actually don’t really like wearing jeans,” You reply, pretending to be engrossed in reading an e-mail.
“Don’t like wearing jeans?” He says incredulously, “Never heard of such a thing! You know, it’s a perk for the office to wear jeans on the occasional Friday. Seems to be a shame not to take advantage of it.”
Your skin is starting to crawl from this conversation. Time to get out of it. You close out of the e-mail and push away from your desk, making a show of having forgotten something.
“Completely forgot to get that TPS report cover that I made a copy of.” You are inching past Sir Dipshit. “Sorry, excuse me.”
Before he can say anything, you are scurrying away from your cubicle, taking the long way to the copy machine by circling over to Seonghwa’s cubicle.
He is typing away, oblivious to your presence since his back is towards you. You haven’t been with him physically since Tuesday when you devoured one another with such force that you still can’t really wrap your head around it. Ever since then, it isn’t that things have been awkward but…something has felt different. Off. Wrapped up and shoved in the back of the closet with the door tightly shut with all the other problems you’re ignoring.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: masks. fake knife mentioned once or twice. blood kink. smut(minors do not interact). hongjoong is a kinky motherfucker in this one.
𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: non idol!kim hongjoong
𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Kim Hongjoong x reader
𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: this is a fic i wrote a little awhile ago for a different k-pop group under a different name, so if you have read this before that is why. this is my work and it's just modified and edited to fit now.
It's not like you were expecting Hongjoong to go through with it. Sure, he's always been open with your fantasies and kinks. He's been determined to explore them all at least once. Mainly for you. Some of way out of his comfort zone, but if it makes you happy.
If you are willing to explore his, then why not he do the same for you?
He is willing.
It had been a rough work day, full of ignorant customers who had done nothing but yell through the phone at their mistakes. Sliding off your shoes at the door and kicking them to the usual spot in the corner, keys going to the bowl in the middle of the kitchen table.
The very much needed soaking in the bathtub and relaxing yourself was the next thing on the list of the day.
Swinging the door open, you pause.
You hadn't expected to enter the bedroom and find your loving boyfriend with one of your fantasies getting ready to be played out before you. You had definitely not been prepared. The ghostface mask already on him and his shirt had already been completely off, discarded on the floor. Little specs of blood decorate his porcelain skin.
A shiver running down your spine.
His hands are adorning the leather gloves as well as a fake knife at the side of him laying on the bed. Already completely covered in the fake blood, you are rendered speechless as you take in all of him. Your heart is pounding inside of your chest so loud it's a miracle how the man hasn't heard it.
"Hello angel."
His voice is dark, sinister, and by the way he spoke to you alone, how you have to squeeze your legs together. You just know he can tell how excited you really are. Your skin feels hot. You just know he can tell but the way your cheeks heat. By the way his focus has not once been shifted from you.
You can't help but feel the chills run down your spine as he stands up from the edge of the bed, walking toward you like you are his prey. As if you are gonna run and make him have to chase you. Much less that he would get into the character so fast. So quick. The familiar tingle flowing through your body as he continues his movements, slow but with a sense of urgency.
Your back hits the wall as he stands in front of you. The knife following after him as he drags it ever so slowly up your body, chills following after as he follows the trail with his eyes to where it stops. Little specs of blood behind the fake knife before stopping right where you least expected, "Oh Y/N."
Hongjoong hates you can't see the smirk that spreads across his face, much less that you can't see how much he is enjoying this. More than he thought he would. The way your heart is pounding so hard against your chest. His following the same movements as yours.
This should have been done so much sooner, that much is clear. His cock is throbbing at the little gasps and moans leaving your lips.
He might be a little too excited at the way you are trembling before him. The way your legs are squeezing together. The way your eyes are dilated and the precious lips of yours are swollen from biting them.
Little whimpers getting louder and escaping past your lips, as the knife slow drags its way up to your neck the point leaving more of the fake blood behind.
"So tell me angel."
The masked man whispers, stepping even closer than before the knife that once had been at your throat dropped to the floor. His hand replacing it, squeezing ever so tightly.
"Do you want to be in the sequel?"
He feels you gulp. He can feel the way your skin is suddenly heating up. The sudden way you have to have clench your thighs even tighter than before, he'd be lying if he said this wasn't your best idea yet. The best way to really explore all the kinks he was unsure of.
"Use your words."
He smirks, his free hand moves down your body smearing the fake blood down as his fingers find their way inside of your black pants. They are slowly moving to the fabric of your underwear and with each movement of them, you can't help but suck in a breath.
Your head is spinning.
"Please. I wanna be in the sequel."
You whimper, "I'll do anything."
Hongjoong chuckles, he knows you will.
He can't help the twisted satisfaction that fills his body and his mind even. That's really all he needs to hear, all he needs you to say which is why his hand that rested so tightly against your throat is released.
"Good girl."
Hongjoong moves to the bed, "Come help Ghosty with your mouth sweet girl."
He watches you with hooded eyes as you move to where he is, hands tangling into the insides of his pants to bring them down his hips. Hands dancing across his thighs, ever so gently squeezing as you get in between his legs.
He's already hard, precum leaking at the tip when you palm him through his boxers. You'd be lying if you said your mouth wasn't watering at the sight. Or that he didn't seem to be into this just as much as you are.
With a smile and you hollow out your cheeks as you take him into your mouth. A whimper leaves his plush lips, hands finding their way into your hair. The sound he makes is more than enough to encourage you for more. He inhales a deep breath, his eyes close and his head is thrown back as your warm wet mouth takes him all.
"Fuck."
"That's a good girl."
Your tongue comes in contact with his cock, kitten licking the tip of his flushed cock. As if you can see his eyes through the mask. It's the second best thing he has ever seen come from you in his life. The first being the way you tremble after you cum, the way you cry out his name so loud. You are pretty sure the neighbors know his name by name.
Not that he hates that idea, he'd like for his neighbors and surrounding area to know how good he is to you. How good he fucks you into the mattress.
One of his kinks maybe.
You absolutely feel so good around him, squeezing, gagging, your throat is just as heavenly as your sweet cunt is. It shouldn't bring him as much joy as it does. It shouldn't make him feel the way it does.
"Mmm, that's it my precious girl."
Hongjoong groans so deep it rumbles from his chest, a hand tangles its way into your hair. A makeshift pony being made, "Such a good little fuck toy."
The praise enough to make you moan around his cock, leaving Hyunjin to thrust up into your throat even deeper. Spit and drool rolling down to your chest and his legs, "Fuck baby girl."
He hates to do this, truly.
His hand pulls at your hair, giving it a nice tug as he pulls you off his cock. Spit and drool following after, little trails of saliva following down to show where you were once connected to him. Your brows furrow as he does so, but doesn't give you enough time to speak before he is pushing you to bed. His hands are quick to remove any remaining items of clothing on your body.
They had been there long enough.
They had seen your skin far too long.
It was his turn.
He absolutely hates that this mask is on, that he can't kiss you as he wants. He can't bite at your skin and he sure as hell can't taste you like he likes. He's never gone a day where he hasn't tasted you at least once but for the sake of tonight, he knows he will have too.
Hongjoong's hand once again finds it way to your neck, pressing so tightly as pushes you to the positions he wants you in. Your legs on his shoulders, he is pleased to see the mess that's left behind between them. All for him. The way your pussy is shinning with the wetness that's all for him.
Only for him.
All he knows now is that you are way too quiet for him.
He just doesn't like that.
Not at all.
He needs you screaming, crying, and begging.
No warnings, he slides into home base. His cock fully inside of you, full to the fullest extent. Warm, wet, and more than willing to take him in anyway he wants. He watches with a satisfied smirk as your eyes roll back, a small gasp escaping as he tightens his grip around your throat. He can feel you clench against him.
The way you are rolling your hips against him desperately wanting him to move. You need to feel something, anything. You need the high that he brings when he is driving home inside of you, finding the deepest parts of you in between your thighs.
"Please."
You whimper as Hongjoong's free hand goes to your chest, toying with each bud as he twists and turns them. Adorning them with his gentle touch before he brings a slap down to each breast. His fingers dancing with them so well once again shortly after, bringing goosebumps to rise against your skin. The chills flowing through your body that only he can bring.
It's the first thrust he gives you: rough and hard. His free hand swatting at your breasts one by one, repeating the action. The way it feels as if his hand is everywhere all at once. The way it feels as if he is desperate to feel every single piece of you.
"My little cock sleeve."
His cock removing itself from your body only to be buried back where it once was. You can't help but to tremble, grip at the sheets, to leave marks behind on his chest desperate to leave scratch marks behind.
You can feel the feeling rise against you, the pit in your stomach that's just begging to be at the surface. Desperate for its attention, it's turn to get its place in line.
It's the way his hips slamming against yours, meeting them again and again. His fingers in your mouth moving against your tongue, the paces always changing in between them. The way he hums with pleasure at the actions of your tongue.
The way he can't help but loose rhythm of his hips. The way your tongue swirls around his digits to tease him, to get him going.
"Such a good girl."
The way he praises you with each thrust, soft spoken word, moan, and groan. You feel the feeling rushing forward, the wave coming to the surface as if it was the beach. The water rolling and crash against the waves. You can feel it come fast.
The roll of your hips against his, his grip going to your neck again squeezing. Careful to be gentle but rough, it's the idea that flashes inside of his mind. Another single fantasy that flows through his head, one that had been a single mention. One that had been laughed off.
It's the movements of him stopping, a whimper passing your lips as you feel him still deep inside. He knows he will regret it after, the way it may backfire but as he is buried so deep inside of you, the way your walls clench his cock that's so close to spilling inside of you. He doesn't care.
He'll deal with the consequences of his actions later.
You don't even have time to ask before you see the red liquid in the bottle being poured out on your stomach, he doesn't even give you time to chastise him before he is smearing it on you, him, and everywhere else he can.
His hands covered in it.
"Oh baby, blood looks so good on you."
It shouldn't be as hot as it, the way it decorates his skin. The mask, the knife that is now in Hongjoong's hand and at your throat as he demands like a fucking bible praise for you to cum on his cock. For you to coat him with all you can, but it is.
It's the animalistic tone that's behind it, the way he fits the character in this moment. The way his skin is sticky and sticking to yours with sweat and fake blood. It makes you clench against him, roll your hips to reach your high, for the coiling in your stomach to go away.
"Fuck baby girl, come for me."
He groans, "Come on baby."
Hongjoong sounds so sinful, begging.
You don't need to be told twice, not at all. It's the way he says it that has you pressing against him.
Your hips rolling against him and your legs in a death grip around his neck as you cry out. The feeling hitting you just as fast, your back arching from the mattress as your head lulls back.
He wanted to last longer, make you go for a second time. He wanted too, but the moment he felt your walls clench at their hardest. He lost it. His seed spilling inside of you, your walls now white from his release.
You tremble against him, gasping for breaths as you pull at the mask on his face. Absolutely desperate to get it off of him so you can bring his lips to yours.
Warnings: nongraphic descriptions of minor injuries and first aid, dirty thoughts, pining yunho, jealous yunho, swearing, food mention, suggestive thoughts
Reader notes: gets carried by San for like 5 min, subject of minor injury
The splinter is stubborn, but so are you. You work at his hand, tongue caught between your lips in concentration, as you try to pull the splinter free. It takes four attempts, but you exclaim victoriously when you finally yank it out, holding the thin sliver of wood up to the light so Yunho and you can glare at it.
He massages the meat of his palm where the splinter had lodged itself, the flesh still stinging even as he squeezes it hard enough to turn the skin white. He’s sure he should disin-
“We should disinfect that,” you offer, holding your own hand out as if he needs you to lead him straight to the first aid kit. He prickles, doesn’t really like being told what to do even if he’s already had the thought himself, but he remembers how he’d treated you earlier and decides to be better. Placing his hand in yours, he follows you to the kitchen and tries to pretend he didn’t think the medkit was in the bathroom.
Apparently, it’s in the pantry on the top shelf and it occurs to him that you must have scouted the place when you got here if you know exactly where it is. You’ve always been so smart and responsible, and he really misses the time where that didn’t annoy him. Of course, now he knows it’s because he finds your intelligence and resourcefulness attractive, but that doesn’t mean it’s not frustrating.
A chorus of, “Good morning!” floods the kitchen as you both enter. You flash the boys a quick smile as you’d already greeted them and continue to the pantry. Yunho sticks around a bit longer, trying not to get roped into the waffle v. pancake debate by saying that he’d happily eat both or either. It’s a copout, he knows, but he simply cannot be caught in between San and Wooyoung or he’ll lose his mind.
“Why don’t we make just eggs and bacon instead,” Seonghwa offers shortly, already at the end of his rope with the bickering.
Woo and San freeze, staring at each other in a stalemate before they slowly offer up their hands for a shake, deciding to put the debate to rest for now. The inhabitants of the kitchen heave a collective sigh of relief just as you return, first aid kit in hand and sweet smile on your face.
“Have we come to a breakfast decision?” you ask hopefully but tentatively, making your way to where Yunho has settled on a barstool. Seonghwa holds up the bacon and eggs he’d just retrieved from the fridge with a pleased grin, making the tension bleed out of your shoulders and bringing a matching grin to your face.
“I can make my special bacon!”
Yelling follows, as do exclamations of joy and a flurry of movement as everyone rushes to get ingredients out. You don’t make your special bacon often but the boys are obsessed with it, so whenever you offer, they snap to attention. It’s funny how seriously they take their breakfast, but you can’t complain when it means at least one out of your four to five meals a day (you eat like Hobbits) is always delicious.
You’re quick to mix the sriracha, brown sugar, and maple syrup together, Yunho handing you ingredients one by one. You work in tandem to coat and lay out the bacon on the baking sheets, the oven set to preheat by a softly smiling Jongho. It’s a simple recipe and there’s nothing stopping the guys from recreating it, a fact of which you’ve reminded them (multiple times). They claim it wasn’t as good when they tried it themselves and that they were so disappointed, they vowed to never make it without you again. You rolled your eyes at their dramatics but inside, you were happy your special bacon got to stay special.
“Okay, who’s down for hiking to the waterfall later? I know I am… not. I wanna sleep,” Hongjoong asks, naturally taking charge of the vacation which truly was in need of a leader.
Yunho notices that you’re first to raise your hand, practically bouncing in your seat as you do, and vows to himself that he won’t ruin this for you. He’s been enough of a dick without an apology, and you’ve been so sweet to him this morning, he can at least let you enjoy the hike in peace.
And that’s why he doesn’t raise his hand, even though he does want to go. He thought you’d be happy but you furrow your brows when you notice he’s just sitting there, your arm and your smile falling just a bit as he avoids your gaze. Hongjoong finishes counting and it appears that just him, Joong, and Mingi are sitting out, making him feel a little bad for staying behind as he knows Mingi probably wanted to work on music with Joong while they were all gone. Yunho could always take a nap, stay out of their hair, but... he also could go on the hike.
It’s not like Hongjoong’s headcount is official and binding, he could go just as easily as he could stay. The problem is whether or not he can keep himself in check, because hiking means sweating and sweating means you’ll be all dewy and breathy, and then you’ll probably want to swim in the waterfall and you’ll likely be wearing a bathing suit and then he’ll be able to see so much of you. And-
“Yunho, you sure you don’t want to go?,” Seonghwa offers, unknowingly sapping the last of his resolve.
“Actually, yeah, I will come with,” Yunho responds, mentally shaking off the images still floating around his head.
He can do this. Everything will be fine.
Everything is not fine. Everything is, in fact, very, very bad.
The group is almost all the way to the waterfall when you trip over a hidden root and fall, scraping your knee and scuffing up your hands in the process. Everyone is quick to rush to you, but Yunho gets there first, having been intentionally walking just ahead of you. He didn’t want you to think he was avoiding you but he also knew he couldn’t last the whole hike with you in front of him. The guilt stabs at him as he examines your broken, dirty skin. If he’d just walked next to you like a normal person, maybe he could have stopped you from falling in the first place.
“Should we go back?” Yeosang asks, concern clear in his tone and in the hands that hover above you, wanting to help but not knowing what to do.
“No! I still want to go to the waterfall, and I packed the first aid kit. You guys should go ahead and I’ll catch up,” you offer, as if they’d ever leave you behind, injured or not.
San voices exactly that, adamantly crossing his arms and continuing to say something that would make Yunho’s blood run cold.
“I’ll carry you the rest of the way, it’s only a few minutes and I want to get some lifting done on this trip anyway. You’d be doing me a favor,” he winks flirtatiously. Yunho bristles, his mouth opening to object before the small, smart part of his brain reminds him this is a good thing. He can’t give away his jealousy, and he definitely can’t offer to carry you himself. Being that close to you just isn’t a good idea right now, and what little of his mind that isn’t clouded by you knows that.
He has to look away as San lifts you into his arms, his throat tightening when he hears you laugh and his jaw clenching when San walks past him and he catches a note of your shampoo. His mind flashes back to last night and what he did in the shower, and the pit in his stomach grows deeper.
He doesn’t want to think about that, can’t think about that, or he’ll want to do it again. That would be the worst thing that could happen to him right now, right when he’s about to strip in front of his best friends.
He stays there, kneeling on the forest floor as the group gathers behind San and starts back on the trail they’d deviated from. He’ll follow in a second, when fear isn’t adding another terrible, awful layer to the guilt he already feels about not being there to keep you safe. He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this, especially not right now when you’re hurt and in the arms of one of his closest friends.
Rising to his feet, he brushes off his dirty knees and takes in a shaky breath when Jongho asks if they should wait, before calling out, “No, I’m coming!” and immediately cringing.
He stays a little bit behind the rest of the way, not far enough to raise questions but with enough distance he doesn’t have to see San making you laugh.
When he breaks into the clearing, San has already set you down on one of the cleaner rocks and you’re rifling through your backpack for the first aid kit. He’s still standing next to you, but he’s wrapped up in a conversation with the rest of the guys, giving Yunho a window.
It’s only right that he helps you, you’d patched him up this morning and he hadn’t even gotten to say thank you.
He makes his way over, crouching down next to you and offering up his hands for you to place items in, making your unpacking go a bit faster and stay a bit neater.
“How bad does it hurt?” He asks tentatively, watching as you triumphantly tear the red bag free from the mess of snacks and spare clothes.
“Not too bad, my knee is the worst but it’s more of a sting.”
Before you can open the bag, Yunho reaches an upturned hand out, “Can I?”
You freeze, looking down at him over your injured knee, wondering why he’s being so nice to you after how he behaved yesterday. You are friends though, so you nod with a smile and try to stretch your leg out in front of you.
The scrape on your knee isn’t as bad as he thought it was, he realizes as he cleans it as gently as he can with the antibacterial wipe, brushing away the dirt and debris to get to the small cut underneath.
“You guys good? We’re gonna get in,” Wooyoung checks, wandering over with his head turned the other way so he doesn’t have to see anything. He’s not the best with injuries, especially when it’s his friends who are hurt, so he’s itching to get away and into the waterfall, knowing Yunho will take perfectly good care of you.
“Yeah, go ahead! This won’t take long,” you assure Woo, smiling softly as he bolts over and immediately jumps into the pool underneath the waterfall. It must be freezing because he howls like a wet cat, rushing to get out before San belly flops onto him. He doesn’t make it, and now San is shouting too, but in maniacal glee as he scoops water onto Wooyoung’s head and swims away before he can catch him.
Yunho watches you watching them, taking in the fondness in your eyes and the near maternal quirk to your smile, as he carefully smooths the antibiotic ointment onto your knee and covers it with a bandaid. You hold many roles in the group - friend, protector, caregiver, menace - and Yunho wonders if there’s room for you to hold one more, or if you’d even want to. He knows he can’t ask, not right now at least, when things are still so weird between you and, even worse, when you’re trapped in a lodge in the forest with seven of your other closest friends.
But he can lift you down from the rock. And help you over to sit on the edge of the natural pool. And make sure none of the guys splash you or try to pull you in or flirt with you too much, San.
It’s growing late, the sun making its way across the sky to sink below the horizon and the forest coming alive with cicadas. The group decides to call it a day before the sun can fully go down, not wanting to be caught in the woods in the dark.
Yunho helps you back to the cabin, one of his arms around your waist and your body close to his so if you stumble, he can help you. He’s sure you’re confused, sure you don’t understand why he was so off with you yesterday and why he’s so on with you now, but he doubts you’ll ask. Your primary objective is almost always keeping the peace (or winning), so you probably won’t want to risk starting anything by making him explain himself.
He’s thankful for it, knowing that he doesn’t want to lie to your face but that he also can’t tell the truth. It’s a delicate balance, one that’s already exhausting him, and he breathes a sigh of relief when the lodge comes into view. The guys all race inside, knowing they’ll need to fight for the hot water, but you and Yunho trail behind. You’re walking pretty slowly with your knee and while Yunho doesn’t want to rush you, he’s also starving and in need of a shower. If things were normal, he’d just carry you the rest of the way.
But things are far from normal, so he continues on the path with you and tries to tell himself a cold shower will be just as good.
After a long, draining day at the waterfall, everyone decides a movie night is in order. This, of course, includes hauling all the bedding from upstairs to build a blanket fort, everyone pitching in to make it much larger than it needs to be. Snacks are brought in, as are drinks, and Yunho builds a fire in the hearth just for some extra ambiance. The room is lit up in glowing oranges and yellows just in time for the movie to start, cheering coming from the nine friends buried under a mishmash of blankets as soon as the title rolls across the screen.
By unanimous vote, you’re watching Cabin In The Woods, because where better to watch such a film than in a literal cabin in the woods? Yunho didn’t realize but you’re right next to him, your body heat radiating into his and your head resting against his shoulder. He tries not to freeze, tries to keep his muscles untensed and his limbs relaxed, but it’s difficult with you so close to him. He glances around, scanning the room for the culprit of this seating arrangement, and his eyes catch on Hongjoong, who’s smiling his evil little grin, the one he thinks no one knows about.
But Yunho knows. Yunho knows very well how devious Hongjoong can be, and this is just another piece of evidence. Yunho can be devious too though, can drink all of the salted caramel hot chocolate because it’s Joong’s favorite, can take the sherpa blanket back to bed even though he knows Joong brought it from home, can hide his favorite writing pen so any lyrics he writes just aren’t the same.
You jump next to him, a little gasp escaping your strained form, and he realizes it’s coming to one of the scarier parts of the movie. He’d watched it years ago but didn’t have the heart to tell the group, they were too excited about how relevant it was to their situation. He probably should have warned you about the jumpscare though, considering how well he knows that you aren’t one for scary movies. You can tolerate them, sure, but you don’t really enjoy them.
You’re always making sacrifices like this. Going to a restaurant you don’t love just because they want to eat there, seeing a movie you’re not excited for just because they want to see it, buying beer you don’t like just to have it there for them. They really should thank you more, take better care of you, and as soon as these vexing feelings fade away, Yunho will be the first to lead the cause.
He’s not sure when that will happen though, because it seems like the feelings are only growing stronger. The movie definitely isn’t helping - every time you flinch, he wants to pull you into his arms and every time you gasp, he wishes it was against his lips.
It will be over soon enough, but the problem won’t end there. He still has to share a bed with you, still has to sleep less than three feet away and feel your body heat and smell your shampoo and hear your soft, sweet sounds as you dream.
And if he wakes up with you buried in his arms and your ass pressed against his cock again, he just might lose it.
Summary: Going away for uni resulted in you and Mingi breaking off your relationship thinking it would be the easier thing to do for the both of you. You were wrong. Neither of you got over the break up and seeing each other again when you return home brings back old memories, memories you don’t want to have to stay in the past.
Part of StayTeez Trope’pril
Prompt List Series Masterlist MasterList Buy me a Coffee
Walking down the street you continue to take in deep breaths of the Seoul air, happy to finally be home. You’d been away for 3 years with university and now with no more work to do and graduation over with you were finally free to go home. You’d missed everything about Seoul so much so you asked your cab to drop you off a few streets away from your apartment, even though it meant lugging everything you own behind you, you didn’t care the breeze hitting your face as you walked felt like a warm blanket of comfort.
You had a slight spring in your step as you walked past the all too familiar buildings but a sinking feeling started to weight on you, you were home, yes, but you were missing one vital part of your life, your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend. The thought of having to see him again hurt you, it wasn’t like it was a messy break up but that’s what made it so much harder for you.
Summary: You‘ve had a terrible day so you seek comfort at your favourite coffee shop and with your favourite barista. What you didn't expect was ending up beneath him shortly after.
(Pls I'm obsessed with coffee shop settings. Also I aimed for smut and this was way more comfort than planned lol. I'm getting soft.)
Warnings: slight size kink (I can't write Yunho without this I'm sorry), manhandling, fingering, unprotected sex and no discussion of protection (pls don't bang your local barista without protection), creampie
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The shop door swung open with the ding of a small bell. It rang like music in your ears. You visited the small coffee shop every morning before work to grab some coffee and you often came back for a piece of pastry in the afternoon.
The place was close to your office and therefore convenient. But even more than that, the small store had just really grown on you. The decor was lovely: an array of different pieces of furniture that all had a vintage vibe and magically matched each other. There were always fresh flowers on the tables and a large bookshelf decorated the back of the store.
Only adding to the shops charm was the staff. The place was owned by a very old lady, that was the cutest person you had ever met. She always gave you an extra big slice of your favourite cake and often packed you some pieces for free when you came before the store closed. But because of her growing age she started working less and less.
Instead her grandson covered more and more shifts at the cafe. They had a few part timers, but Yunho basically ran the store 24/7. He definitely came after his grandmother in terms of character. Just like always, when you entered today, he greeted you with a bright smile.
"Hello y/n! I'll get you your usual."
It had only taken him one week to ask for your name and never forget your favourite order ever again.
"Hello Yunho. Thank you!" You smiled back at him and already searched for your purse while he prepared your large americano. When he handed you the paper cup, it had a cute little puppy drawn onto it.
You smiled even brighter when you saw it. "You know I really wanted to get a reusable cup with the amount of coffee I drink, but then I wouldn't be able to get your little drawings anymore," you told him sulkingly.
He rested his elbows on the counter and looked at you with a playful grin. "We both know I can't let you go to work without seeing you smile over my drawings, angel."
A small blush crept up your cheeks at the nickname. Yunho was a huge flirt whenever you came to the store. At first you had thought that that was only his natural personality, but you've seen other people order often enough to know he only treated you this way. Maybe it drew you into the café even more than your caffeine addiction.
"I wouldn't want it any other way," you replied with a cheeky grin, carefully throwing your hair over your shoulder before handing Yunho the money for the drink.
"Have a great day at work and don't work overtime again," he said with a worrying undertone.
"I'll try not to," you responded, but you already knew you were lying. You always had to work overtime. "But you know how my boss is like..."
Visiting the cafe after work regularly, Yunho basically knew everything about your job at the media company: Your boss was a nightmare and the pay wasn't nearly enough for the amount of work you did. But you were too afraid to apply for something else. Too caught up in your messy routine.
"Take care of you, angel!" He insisted before you told him goodbye and left the store with the biggest smile on your face and a tingling feeling in your stomach.
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When you returned to the shop in the evening, your mood was exactly the opposite of what it had been in the morning. It had started to rain and the water mixed with the tears that streamed down your face and smudged your mascara. Your neat dress was already clinging to your figure from the moisture.
You pushed open the door praying that no other costumers would be inside. The store would be closing in five minutes anyway. The familiar "ding" welcomed you but it didn't help to lift your spirit.
"Please, tell me you're still open," you said to Yunho who looked at you in shock. Your voice was weak and on the verge of breaking. Hearing how pathetic you sounded you already regretted your decision of going to the café.
Yunho put down a plate that he had just been holding and walked past the counter to greet you in worry.
"What happened to you, darling?" He wanted to take you into his arms so badly but he didn't want to cross any boundaries. So his hand went out to pat your shoulder compassionately.
"I had a terrible day," you sobbed out as you met his puppy eyes. "And I could really need a slice of that lemon pie right now..." you added in a sulking tone.
A small smile appeared on Yunho's face at the mention of your favourite treat. "You need to dry first. Sit down, angel. I'll get you a jacket."
Unable to disagree, you slumped down on one of the little sofas in the cafe as you watched Yunho go to the back of the store. When he returned he carried a big sweater jacket with him that he draped across your shoulders. Judging by the size and the smell of it, it was probably his own.
"Wait a second," he muttered gently and continued to dim the bright lights in the store and change the sign from "open" to "close". You felt terrible as you noticed how it was already time to close the shop.
"I'm so sorry, Yunho. I really only wanted to grab a piece of cake and head out again. I don't want you working any longer."
You started getting up from the sofa but he gently pushed you back down into your seat.
"Don't worry about me. I always have to stay longer to clean up anyways and I'm not letting you go outside like that." He seemed firm in his words and you felt warmed by his care.
"Do I look that bad?" you asked sadly.
Yunho almost seemed offended by your question. "You look gorgeous as always, angel. But you're literally shivering. I can't let you head out into the rain freezing like that."
You looked outside to hide your reddened cheeks. He was right. The rain had increased since you entered the store and you didn't bring a jacket or an umbrella to work with you.
"I should've checked the weather forecast," you sighed more to yourself.
You turned back around as you heard Yunho shuffle behind the counter. He was working on some kind of drink while also getting a big slice of lemon pie ready for you. You watched his skilled hands as they manoeuvred around the kitchen so naturally. You always thought he looked incredibly handsome like that: His face all concentrated as he moved between his equipment so smoothly.
When he came back and sat down next to you on the sofa, he put the cake and a mug before you. The beverage was decorated with cream and a heart made from sprinkled cinnamon. The cute gesture almost made you want to cry again.
"What is this?" you asked nodding towards the cup.
"Hot cocoa," he answered. "You shouldn't have more caffeine this late and chocolate makes you happy," he added with a bright smile that had you melting just like the hot treat.
"Thank you," you said gravely. "I really mean it."
"No worries, angel. Now tell me what happened to you."
And you went on to tell him about your terrible day while devouring your piece of cake. You had done this before; ranting about your work after a long day. And he was always there to listen to you and comfort you.
You told him how someone had bumped into you after your visit to the cafe and spilled coffee on your dress. How your boss made you work overtime again. And how finally, said boss yelled at you, because she didn't like your draft for a marketing proposal.
"And then it got too much for me and I got up from my chair and told her I'm quitting," you finally explained. "And then I came here in the rain because I needed some comfort."
The memory brought the tears back to your eyes. "I'm so stupid. I need that job, I can't just quit," you complained to yourself and grabbed a napkin to wipe away the tears that started spilling again.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," Yunho replied warmly. When you looked up at him with tears still glimmering in your eyes and a sliver of hope at his words, he couldn't hold back any longer. He carefully laid his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to his chest.
He did it slowly, giving you time to back out and watching your reaction. But when you buried your face in his apron and wrapped your arms around his torso, he knew this was exactly what you needed.
After lingering in his embrace for a few seconds you backed off again, slightly embarrassed. But his arm stayed on your shoulders spending you a comfortable warmth.
"Sorry," you excused yourself while looking to the ground." But it just hit me that I won't be able to come into the cafe every morning if I work somewhere else."
Yunho's heart skipped a beat as you said that. You coming in every morning made his every day. At first he was hesitant to take over his grandma’s shop but after meeting you, he couldn't wait for his shifts to start and seeing you smile over his drawings on your coffee cup.
"Don't say that, angel. You'll find something close. And if you don't, I'll make you work here."
You laughed at his suggestion and took a sip of your hot chocolate. It was rich and smooth and easily the best hot chocolate you had ever tasted. When you sat the cup back down Yunho looked at you with an amused grin.
"What?" you asked in confusion.
"You have some cream on your lip." He gestured to his own to show you the spot. When you wiped your finger over it hastily he grinned even brighter.
"You only smudged it, dummy. Let me help you."
He reached his large hand out and you couldn’t help but let him wipe away the smudge of cream from your upper lip. As soon as his thumb touched your skin a shiver ran through your body. You suddenly noticed how close the two of you were with his arm still around you and it made you want to get rid of his jacket because of the heat that rose inside of you.
He kept the eye contact with you as he retreated his finger and slowly licked the cream of his thumb with that mind-numbingly handsome smirk. You had to keep your eyes from rolling back into your skull at the sight, instead having your lashes flutter.
You always knew Yunho had a lasting effect on you but right now you were almost overwhelmed by how intense he made you feel.
"I should head back home," you mumbled quickly, wanting to escape before you did something stupid. Your temperament was already unpredictable today.
A small flicker of disappointment rushed over Yunho's face before he smiled at you again. "It's still pouring outside. You can't go all the way home like that."
He knew you lived far enough away that you had to take the bus and walk for a while to reach your apartment. You looked outside again and realised he was once again right. You sighed.
"I can't keep you in the store for forever though," you said apologizingly.
"No, but you could come home with me." You looked at him in surprise. "Until the rain stops of course. I live close," he added shyly while scratching the back of his neck.
You smiled to yourself. Was the Jeong Yunho getting shy after shamelessly flirting with you every single day you came in here?
You wanted to go with him. You had liked him for as long as he worked there and you talked to him every day. And with your day already being all over the place you decided to be brave once more and do what you actually wanted to do. Just like quitting your terrible job, you made your move on the handsome barista.
"I'd like that." You accompanied your answer with a flirty smile and you could swear that you saw Yunho visibly swallowing.
"Okay, let me just put everything away real quick."
He almost jumped out of his chair, grabbing your plate and now empty cup before going back behind the counter. You had never seen him that rushed before, usually he was always relaxed.
After only a few minutes he seemed to have finished every task he needed to do and looked at you in half disbelief.
"I'll get us an umbrella."
You heard some rummaging in the back room and finally Yunho emerged with an umbrella. "You ready?" he asked with a shy smile.
"Sure," you answered your heart beating out of your chest. You couldn't believe your were going home with him. A bubbling excitement ran through you as you looked at him.
Yunho walked out of the store first to open the umbrella and let you walk under it as soon as you stepped outside. He closed the door behind you and locked it with a huge set of keys. Because the umbrella was rather small, his tall figure was standing close to you, his chest facing you when he finished locking the cafe up.
Like the gentleman he was he offered you his arm and you weaved yours around it with a blush on your face. His other hand was holding the umbrella and you had the suspicion, that he was only shielding you from the rain with it , as you watched the border of his shirt slowly soak.
"You know you're supposed to use that to save yourself from getting wet?" you teased him while nodding at the umbrella.
"Don't worry about me, darling. It's not far and my priority is getting you there dry."
You still shifted a little closer to him, so that the umbrella would automatically cover him a little more.
It felt nice to walk beside him. His strong arm guiding you and his presence making you feel safe. Usually you always worried walking alone in the evening, but around the tall male you could enjoy the fresh night air. You wondered how you would look to someone watching you from afar; probably like a couple walking home together. The thought stirred up butterflies in the pit of your stomach.
"Right here," Yunho suddenly announced and stopped in front of an apartment building. He opened the door quickly and released your arm, letting you enter the dry entry hall before him. He closed the umbrella and followed you inside.
"There's an elevator but it got stuck twice this year so I'd recommend the stairs."
"I don't mind," you answered, even though your feet were hurting from the heels you wore.
He led you up two staircase and down the hallway before entering his apartment. After he flicked on the lights you could see that the entryway led directly into his open living room. You removed your heels at the door and couldn't suppress a sigh as your feet were finally freed. Yunho noticed your exhausted expression and looked at you with compassion.
"Make yourself comfortable on the couch, okay? I'll just get rid of my apron and then I'll join you."
You hadn't even noticed that he was still wearing his work uniform. You nodded at him and sat yourself down at the couch. You let your eyes wander around the room curiously. He had very neat and modern furniture, almost the exact opposite of how the coffee shop looked like. Still it felt warm inside and inviting. Maybe it was just his personal aura.
As you looked outside you noticed that the rain was still pouring and it didn't look like it would end soon. You were basically stuck at his place. Listening to the steady sound of the raindrops hitting the window you found yourself thinking about your terrible day once again.
You couldn't believe that you had quit your job so carelessly. Burying your face in your hands, you took a deep breath to calm the panic rising inside of you.
"Are you ok?" Yunho asked softly. You hadn't noticed him coming back. He had changed into a casual grey tshirt that was accentuating his broad frame.
"Yeah, sure." But he saw right through your lies.
"Then why do you look like you're about to cry again?" He asked sadly. "Please, don't cry again. I can't watch your beautiful face stained with tears."
You were shocked by the intensity of his words and watched him as he sat down beside you.
"Why do you care so much about me, Yunho? You didn't have to do any of this for me." You gestured to the room around you, hinting at him taking you home to protect you from the rain. "I'm just a stupid girl that has an addiction to coffee and visits your store everyday."
You swallowed a lump at your own harsh words. When his eyes turned sad you couldn't bear to look at him any longer and turn your head to the side. But Yunho slid closer to you on the couch and gently turned your head back around by your chin. His fingers still resting there he said:
"Listen to me: You're not stupid. And I do this because I care about you. We talk every day. Every morning and sometimes even in the afternoon for the past what? Like 6 months. I like you Y/n and I know you don't come to the coffee shop just because of the caffeine either."
There it was again. That handsome, flirty smirk that always adorned him around you. It quickened your heartbeat in an instant and made you smile in return. A sudden surge of heat ran through your stomach as you processed his words.
"Then what do I come there for?" you challenged him with raised brows.
"The most handsome barista in the city," he answered cockily and you couldn't help but giggle.
"You might be on to something..." you replied holding the eye contact with him now.
Yunho's gaze flicked down to your lips before focussing on your eyes once again. His fingers still grasping your chin.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked in a husky tone and your eyes fluttered shut for a second.
"Please do," you replied eagerly.
His hand wandered from your chin to gently cup your cheek and he pulled you closer to him. You saw a smirk tugging on his lips just moments before your lips met.
Yunho's lips were so incredibly soft and warm. Kissing him felt like being comforted on a cold day which was exactly what he was doing. His other hand moved into your hair, gently stroking you as he deepened the kiss.
You leaned into his touch and brought your hand up to rest on his chest. Your head was already spinning. You had your fair share of kisses before but this one felt different. It was so intense and comforting yet still exciting. Adrenaline rushed through your body as his tongue entered your mouth and a small groan left you.
The sound made Yunho's fingers twitch and he let his tongue play with your mouth, occasionally sucking on your bottom lip. You wanted to be closer to him but the awkward position of you two sitting next to each other didn't allow you that. You shifted your weight and put one leg over Yunho's lap, straddling him without breaking the kiss.
Now it was a Yunho who released a groan. "I've been wanting to do this for months, baby," he mumbled in between kisses.
The petname and the deep tone of his voice made you shiver. You were used to him calling you sweet things but he's never called you baby before. "Me too," you replied hastily, the kiss turning messy in between your muttered words.
On of his arms snaked around your waist and drew circles through the fabric of your dress. With the sudden heat rising in you, you quickly shuffled off Yunho's jacket that you were still wearing before burying your hands in his dark hair. As you tucked on his strands lightly, he moaned into the kiss.
"You drive me so crazy, baby." His mouth wandered from your lips to your neck and you let your head fall back to give him more access. "Looking so pretty every morning when you come into the shop."
His sweet words made you giggle and warmed you from the inside out. "You should have made a move on me earlier then," you teased him. He retreated from your neck and looked at you with dark eyes, breathing heavily.
"Yeah, I should've bend you over the counter in one of your pretty little skirts when noone was watching. Would've woken you up better than coffee anyway."
You moan at his dirty words and if you were standing right now, your knees would've given out underneath you.
"Make me yours, Yunho."
His lips attacked yours in a feverish kiss as his hands grabbed your thighs. He stood up from the couch, carrying you in a tight embrace towards what you suspected was his bedroom. He kicked open the door harshly and you could hear it thumb against the wall behind. But when he laid you onto his bed he was the exact opposite; gently lowering onto the soft mattress so that you wouldn't get hurt.
You pulled him on top of you by the collar of his shirt and he propped up his hands next to your head to not crush you. The way he hovered above you made you realize just how much taller he was. His broad frame took in all of your viewspace.
"I could get used to having you underneath me like this," he said, taking in the way your hair spread around you and the bottom of your dress riding up your thighs.
"Treat me well and you can have me like this everyday," you replied, eyes looking up at him through your lashes.
He groaned before crushing his lips onto yours. "I'll make you never want to leave," he growled into the kiss.
This time he was a little bit more harsh with you. His lips pressed your head into the mattress and his hand reached out to grab your waist, tugging your body closer to him and making your back arch.
You loved how he could move your body so easily. Your hands wandered from his broad chest to his arms as you explored this way his muscles flexed when he held you. Yunho was breathtaking. From his handsome face to his strong build and his big hands. Everything about him captured your attention.
When his hand wandered down to your thigh you couldn’t help but moan as his slender fingers massaged your skin. His hand was so large that it covered your entire thigh and the feeling made you even weaker beneath him. You have never wanted someone that much in your entire life.
You tugged on his shirt as Yunho deepened the kiss and he chuckled. "Wanna see more of me, baby? Should I take it off?" He looked at you through dark eyes and you nodded shyly. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in a swift motion.
You knew he was fit. So much was evident through the tight shirts and even the apron he usually wore at work. But now that you saw all of his muscles dancing beneath his skin you felt tiny in his embrace.
"You look so fucking hot," you breathed out and for a second his dark gaze was replaced by a shy giggle.
"Can I see you too, beautiful?" he asked gently, his hand running over the hem of your dress.
"You can see all of me that you want," you replied in a seductive tone as you sit up and turn your back to him. The zipper of your dress sat on the back and you hoped he would get the hint.
His fingers wander up your back before grasping onto the zipper. When he pulled it down slowly shivers ran down your skin. He didn't make them stop when he slid his hands under the dress and slowly slipped the sleeves of your arms while littering wet kisses along your neck.
The dress now pooling at your hips you laid back into his strong figure and breathed heavily as his fingers ghosted over your skin. They halted right beneath your lace bra and you urged Yunho to go on.
"Please touch me, Yunho. I need you so much."
He groaned into your neck as his hands cupped your breasts over the bra. It didn’t take long before he opened the clasp of your bra as well, exposing your top half completely.
"You feel even better than I imagined," he breathed into your ears huskily as his fingers grazed over your hardened nipples. The touch made you clench around nothing and drew a small moan from you. You turned your head to the side so that he could kiss you while caressing your breasts. The way he hovered above you made heat pool between your legs and you grabbed his face hungrily.
Finally, Yunho turned you around again, laying you back on the bed and pulling the dress down your legs. His eyes were glazed over as he looked at you, admiring your almost completely naked form.
His hand slid between your thighs, rubbing you over the thin material of your panties. You sucked in a harsh breath and shifted your hips to press yourself onto his fingers.
"You're already soaking through your panties," Yunho assessed with a satisfied grin. "I still need to prep you though. You look way too tiny to just take me like this."
He shoved your panties to the side and let two of his long fingers slide into you. The feeling was heavenly. He reached places inside of you that you didn't even know existed and it only took him a few seconds to find that spot that made your hips buckle beneath him.
"Right there, Yunnie," you moaned beneath him.
"Yunnie?" he chuckled. "I put my fingers into you for two seconds and you're already calling me nicknames."
You loved that sassy side of him, he was teasing you but not too much. His fingers increased their pace and a tight feeling of pleasure build up in your lower stomach.
"That's a good girl, now take just one more." A third finger entered you but the praise overshadowed any discomfort you might have felt. You were already a whining, moaning mess beneath him and he was only starting.
"That's it, tiny," he growled and hovered closer to your face to watch your facial expressions. "You feeling good?"
"Fuck, yes," was all you could blurt out while you neared your orgasm, his fingers made you putty in his hands, hitting all the right spots.
Right before you felt like you might burst, he pulled them out of you. You whined at the loss of contact and stared at him through pleading eyes.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll make you come on something even better." You could only watch him through hazy eyes as he finally got rid of his jeans and boxers, revealing his hardened cock. He was clearly the biggest you've ever had and you couldn't wait for him to fuck you stupid on his damn big cock.
He gently tucked your panties down your legs and hovered above you.
"Ready for me, baby?"
"Yes," you answered and grabbed onto his arms when he started pushing himself into you. He stretched you out quite a bit but his fingers had worked you up enough for it not to hurt. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he finally bottomed out inside of you and hit your sweet spot with the tip of his cock.
He groaned as he started thrusting himself into you at a slow pace. "God damn, you're so tight for me baby."
His thrusts slowly sped up and you started arching your back to give him an even deeper angle. The change had Yunho shivering above you and he quickly grabbed one of your legs to pull it above his shoulder and pound into you even deeper.
At this point the room was starting to fill with the sounds of his skin slapping onto yours and your heavy breaths mixing with irrepressible moans. You couldn't do anything but stare into his darkened eyes as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm. When one of his pretty hands started drawing circles onto your clit your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
"Like that, baby?"
"Please, Yunho, pleas..." You couldn't even answer his question. Only begs left your mouth as you felt your high approaching.
"Come for me, beautiful. You look so pretty all fucked out on my cock."
His words finally threw you over the edge. Goosebumps littered your skin as you held onto his arms and felt the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm washing over you. He fucked you through it slowly, admiring how your face reacted to the feeling.
When you seemed to recover Yunho pulled out of you and gently rolled you onto your side. He then slipped behind you and entered you again from behind. This angle was even deeper than before and you moaned shamelessly as he started fucking you like this; his lips buried into your neck and his hands holding on to your hips.
When one of his hands wandered onto your stomach you heard a deep groan from Yunho.
"I can feel myself through your tummy, tiny." You blinked at his words, absolutely perplexed until you looked down and could watch Yunho quite literally fucking you to the point that your lower stomach bulged out. The sight drew the most desperate whine from you and Yunho picked up the tempo once more.
"You like being that small next to me? Want to come on my big cock again?"
"Fuck yes, Yunnie."
He buried his head in your neck while fucking you even deeper. His heavy breaths so close to your ear had you going insane and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.
"Please, make me come," you whined as you arched your back to press yourself even closer to him.
With the way his grip on your hips tightened, you were sure he was close to coming as well. He still managed to release one of his hands and let it massage your clit again, determined to draw another orgasm from you.
"Tell me where I should come first," Yunho growled into your ear and the strained tone of his voice sent you flying towards your release already.
"Come inside of me, Yunnie. Please! Just make me yours."
You felt him twitch at your words as he continued to work his fingers on your sweet spot.
"Then come for me pretty thing and I'll fill you up nicely."
That was your last straw. Your orgasm crashed over you and your ears started ringing from the overwhelming pressure. You grinded down onto Yunho's hips to ride out your high as high pitched moans kept tumbling out of your mouth. Your motions tipped Yunho over the edge as well and he clutched onto your hips as his cock started to twitch, releasing ropes of warm cum deep inside of you.
The feeling of it filling you up made you want to drool. You never wanted him to move again. You wanted to stay in his arms like this forever. Like his.
Still he slowly released you after a while of the two of you just catching your breath.
"I'll get something to clean you up, baby," he announced as he slipped out of you. You felt cold as soon as he was gone. But Yunho didn't let you wait long before he returned with a wet cloth, cleaning you up carefully while littering kisses on your dampened skin in between. When he was done he cradled you into his arms, your head lying comfortably on his broad chest.
"I promise I wanted to ask you out on a date first but I guess we skipped a few steps."
You chuckled in response. "I don't mind at all. You were fucking amazing. I'd still take that date though."
He kissed the top of your head as his hands stroked your back softly. "So you meant that part about me making you mine?"
You lifted your head to look into his warm eyes. "I did."
You fell asleep like that, curled up in his arms, listening to the sound of the rain that had brought you two together in the first place.
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When you woke up the next morning, Yunho was gone. But there was a note next to you on the bed:
I didn't want to wake you, but I had to open the shop. Please come by when you're awake!!!
It was signed with one of his little puppy drawings and your heart fluttered at the sight. You hurried to get yourself ready before heading out to the cafe.
Today, the weather was on your side. The rain had stopped and a warm breeze was blowing through the streets as you made your way to the shop with light steps.
The doorbell rang like music in your ears as you entered the cafe. The first thing you saw was Yunho. His bright smile beamed at you from behind the cash register, lighting up the entire room like sunshine. It was like all the other people inside blurred into the background.
He mumbled something to his coworker that helped in the morning shifts before walking around the counter towards you. You didn't even realize you were smiling like an idiot as well until he swept you up into a warm hug and pressed his lips onto yours.
You soaked yourself in this moment, his soft lips on yours and his warmth healing you from the inside out.
„Did you sleep well, angel?" he asked you warmly, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. In this moment you really questioned yourself for not noticing earlier that he had a thing for you. He looked so utterly and wholehearted in love that there was no way not to notice.
„I slept perfectly. Except for you not being there."
„I'm sorry. I had to open the shop," he excused himself.
„I know, don't worry."
You looked at him admiringly for a few seconds.
„I have something for you," Yunho suddenly announced and his took your hand to drag you towards the counter.
„You want a coffee, right?" he asked and you were surprised about the question.
„Why else would I be here," you joked and he gave you a pout as he worked on the coffee machine. You wondered what he wanted to show you.
When he finished the coffee and brought it to you you noticed it was not your usual paper cup or one of the shops porcelain cups. It was a clean white reusable to-go cup. Just like you had wanted to get for months. Your heart warmed as you realized he must have gotten this for you a while ago already. But there was one flaw about it.
„But what about your drawings?" you asked afraid that you'll never get his cute little messages on your morning coffee ever again.
„It's a whiteboard cup," he explained with a proud smile. „You can write on it with an erasable marker. Turn it around!"
You turn the cup on the counter until you can see his neat handwriting.
I love you.
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↳ ending up on a side of town from the not so distant past, an old lover reminds you of the simplicity of things that you already know…as well as the confusion that comes with those which you do not.
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『 pairing 』 : jeong yunho x fem!reader
『 genre 』 : rekindled romance, explicit sexual content.
『 rating 』 : mature
『 word count 』 : 10.3k
『 warnings 』 : sexually explicit content: protected penetrative sex, oral sex (f rec), size kink, big dick kink, maybe poor decisions being made.
A bit far out from your usual sides of town — neither home nor the more eclectic art district that your best friend tends to drag you towards, you find yourself starved and exhausted by the seemingly endless demand of errands. Unsure of how you even ended up out here; well, that’s not true, as it’s quite a particular pattern of fabric you find yourself attempting to track down and willing to scour every store in the greater city area in a mission to acquire it, but it still feels as if you have been kidnapped and simply dropped in an only somewhat familiar area.
You’ve been here before. You’re not completely unfamiliar, but it’s been years.
Summary: A night of drunken debauchery with your best friend in Las Vegas leads to something you never could imagine.
Genre and warnings: smut. one shot. fem pronouns for reader. best friends to lovers. size kink. drunken consensual sex. drinking. dirty talk. unprotected sex. oral sex. fluff.
Word count: 9,541.
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Author’s Note: I wrote this weeks ago and am only getting around to posting it now, whoops. Some suspension of disbelief is needed in this fic in regards to needing a marriage license lol. Also, thank you to @fallinfllower for allowing me to spam her with a lot of Mingi photos as I worked on this.
This fic is not meant to represent Mingi in any way, shape or form.
8:35 pm
“Why are you walking like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you have a fish in your pants,” Mingi says before bursting into laughter.
You grab a pillow off the bed and throw it at him, “Hey! That’s my sultry walk.”
He is still laughing, “Your sultry walk looks like you’re a drunk as hell divorced 45-year-old mother of two trying to seduce someone.”
You place your hands against your chest as if wounded, “Really, Mingi, do you have to be so cutting?”
“You just never wear high heels.” He points out.
You gesture around the room, “We’re in Vegas. We are about to go get shit faced drunk in a fancy club. I have to wear heels.”
Mingi is still laughing as you pop back into the bathroom to make sure everything is in place. Tonight is about celebrating a mutual friend’s birthday and having never been in Las Vegas before you were taking the party seriously.
synopsis: a barista who doesn’t know how to fully express his feelings learn how through the language of flower from the person next door, it’s a shame that they never realised what he was trying to say though.
warnings: some angst, socioeconomic inequality, implied classism and discrimination, awkward social interactions, a brief mention of alcohol, Jisung is kind of perving out but is refusing to acknowledge it, worry, not really much in this chapter
A/N: Welp I guess this is now a series because writing it as a oneshot got too overwhelming
synopsis: receiving a gift from your best friends mother may lead to a beautiful christmas confession, or also a bunch of teasing from seven guys.
word count: 2.3k
warnings?: none :D
12 days of fluffmas masterlist 🎄
tall boy:
will you be okay getting to the apartment? the weather isn't the best, i could come get you
you:
ill be okay mingi. one person walking in the snow is better than two, ill see you soon <3
after quickly typing out a reply to your long term best friend, mingi, you set your down phone and begin getting ready. every year around christmas, you and mingi's friend throw a small get together. it's never anything big, just you and the eight guys spending time together and eating some amazing food.
pulling out a pair of plain jeans, you slide them up your legs and then start looking through your tops, figuring you'll need something warm due to the heavy snowfall. yanking a grey wooly sweater out of your closet, you pull it it over your head, knowing how sensitive your skin is, you add a camisole undernesth so the wool won't scratch at your skin. telling yourself that you're satisfied with the look for the day, you head out of the room and prepare to leave.
grabbing your winter hat and coat, you trot your way towards the front door. zipping it up and grabbing your apartment keys, you head out and lock up. noticing the snow outside is much worse than you recall and it's definitely colder than what the forecast was calling for. wrapping your arms around yourself, you start picking up your pace to your friends apartment. luckily, it wasn't that far of a walk for you.
"y/n!" wooyoung screeches as you walk through their front door. his remark making all of the other heads turn your way, all offering different versions of hi's and hello's.
"weather outside is pretty bad, isn't it?" yunho asks after noticing your snow covered form.
"it's even worse than it seems," you tell him, taking off your shoes and starting to undo your coat. as you finish unzipping your coat, mingi comes up to you.
"why didn't you let me walk with you," he scolds while taking the hefty jacket off your shoulders.
"i told you, you giant," you quip, "it would've just been two people walking through a blizzard."
"still," he grumbles, "i don't like you walking alone, especially in this kind of weather."
"mingi, i'm okay, i promise," you reassure him. mingi has always been a protective person, but for the last few months you feel as if it's doubled when it comes to you. that's a hopeless fantasy though, you've known for awhile the feelings towards your best friend are not reciprocated. even if they were, you're not sure if that's a chance you want to take, you value the friendship you have with mingi.
"y/n?" seonghwa calls out to you. looking towards where the voice came from, you notice all the guys sitting together in the living room. mingi must have walked away while you were lost in thought... about him.
you walk over to the group, sitting between san and mingi. san wraps his arm around your shoulder, an innocent act he does often. still, this time you couldn't help but notice the way mingi's eyes were trained on his arm. choosing to ignore the stare, you focus on the conversation at bay. it currently being about the food for dinner and how the meal that's in the oven is actually the second one. apparently, hongjoong had to run out and buy another one this morning because san and wooyoung messed the other one up.
"oh yeah, wouldn't put that past them," you joke.
"hey!" wooyoung and san whine together while san lightly nudges you with the wrapped hand. you swore you heard mingi make a noise, but you waved it off as your own imagination.
shortly, the sound of the oven time went off and everyone stood up, most running to the kitchen. never come between these guys and their food, you've learned your lesson about that.
"san don't touch that, it's going to be hot." you hear seonghwa from the kitchen, chastising san. you're still in the living room, waiting for mingi to go in together, as always.
"mingi? you alright?" you ask him, concerned. mingi really has been a tad strange tonight, from all the lingering looks to the possible discreet noises, but you can't figure out why.
mingi doesn't say anything at first, thinking he may have zoned out but then he turns to you. "can i talk to you?" he asks.
"aren't you already?" you lightly joke. he doesn't even crack a smile at your lame joke like he usually does, instead he drags you by the wrist up to his room.
"uh, mingi? what was that?" you question him. you watch has he approaches his desk. attempting to look past his tall figure, you notice a box wrapped in red. grabbing it, he turns back around.
"i saw my mom the other day," he begins, "she, uh, wanted me to give this to you."
you look up at him, confused. thinking you may have heard him wrong. yes, you've known mingi forever and you've even met his family, but this is the first time anything like this has happened.
"me?" you ask, skeptical.
"yeah," he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
you can't help but let a smile break out on your face. that's really nice of his mom, of course you're going to be grateful. grabbing the box from his hands, you sit back down and start ripping the wrapping paper. you feel mingi sit down next to you, staring straight at the box, almost like he's avoiding looking at you.
opening it, you come face to face with a beautiful, clearly handmade sweater. seeing intricate woven lines of red and green. the state of awe only last for a few seconds before you're furrowing your brows. you're racking your brain, swearing that you've seen this sweater before. that's when it clicks, looking up towards mingi. he's sitting next to you, adorned in the same exact sweater.
"surprise?" he says unsurely.
"not that i'm not grateful, but why?" you question.
he looks hesitant to answer at first but then he slowly begins speaking, "well, my mom may or may not think we're dating..." the end of sentence getting quieter before he speaks again, "or at least she's been hopeful about it recently."
"what!" you exclaim.
"i didn't tell her we were, but she's been so persistent about it," he explains, "she's always talking about how we should be dating since we spend most of our time together."
"we are best friends."
"i tried explaining that to her but just recently she's been really big on the idea of us dating."
"why though?" you receive no answer to your question, rather an awkward silence begins to envelop you two.
"well," you break the silence, making him look up, "i personally think the sweater is adorable, your mom did a really nice job." hoping what you said breaks some of the tension. it does, luckily. mingi gaining a small smile on his face.
"one of my moms favorite past time. i'm surprised this is the first time she's made you something honestly."
smiling at him, you stand up, "turn around."
"what?" he asks.
"just do it," you whine and this time he obliges.
after he turns around, you pull the wool fabric that's currently on your body off and over your head, replacing it with the new, much more meaningful sweater.
"mingi, you can turn around now," you tell him, watching as he notices the new top you're now sporting. staring at you for a few seconds, almost as if he's lost for words, before speaking again
"you look," he pauses, "nice, yeah nice." you let out a short giggle at him, "my mom's definitely going to want a picture of us," he groans, making you laugh, glad all the awkward tension from earlier has finally faded.
"we should go eat before the other guys complain."
"i'm surprised they haven't already."
you notice that everyone's already seated as you make your back to the kitchen. once you enter, all heads spin towards you and mingi.
"there you guys are, we've been waiting," yeosang complains.
"you guys are matching," wooyoung observes which results in everyone breaking out in comments about it.
"let's just eat," mingi says after you both sit, stopping the chatter about the matching sweaters.
as dinner continues, comments keep getting thrown about the two of you. multiple jests about you two being lovebirds or teasing you and mingi about being together. though a little embarrassing, you can't lie, you like the sounds of it. however, any hope was once again squished when mingi kept telling them to stop or shut up when the idea of you two were dating was mentioned. unrequited love at its finest you think to yourself.
the rest of dinner flies by, minimal comments being made after mingi flung a spoon at san. that being confusing to you, san didn't even say anything.
"are you sure you have to leave," jongho asks, sadly.
"i have to get up early tomorrow, im sorry guys," you tell them, "i'll be by again soon."
"yeah, to see mingi," wooyoung pokes. mingi flicks him before walking over to you.
"tell your mom i say thank you," you tell him, zipping up your coat.
"don't worry, i will," he says.
after putting your hat back on, you shout a last bye to the guys and start your journey back home. except as soon as you step outside, you feel another presence with you.
"really?" you ask up to the tall figure.
"if you didn't let me get you earlier today, then i'm walking you home now," mingi says, clearly set on walking you.
"you really don't have to do that," you tell him.
"i'm walking you home," he insists. you decide not to argue with him. besides, you could use the company, his company.
on the way to your apartment, you and mingi make the usual small talk, cracking jokes here and there, never having any beats awkward between you two. approaching your place, you turn to thank mingi for the night.
"i'm sorry about the guys at dinner," he tells you.
"it's fine, it didn't bother me," you reply honestly.
"it didn't?"
"did it bother you?" you ask him, already assuming the answer due to how he acted during dinner.
"no." it's the only answer he offers, leaving you in a sort of confused mindset. then why'd he act like that at dinner?
"you kept telling them to stop and to shut up."
"i didn't want you to be uncomfortable or to see my face getting red," saying the last part shyly .
"why would it be red?" a silence once again covers you both. as you stare up at him, it seems as if he's debating on saying something.
"mingi, you can tell me anything you know."
"i know," he says but there's a tone to his voice that you can't quite understand.
after what feels like forever but in retrospect has most likely only been a handful of seconds, he grabs your hands.
"mingi?" you question, now staring at your entwined hands. your heartbeat starting to speed up and a little part of your mind starts feeding you thoughts you only wish would be coming true right now. there's no way that is what's happening right now, right?
"i think i need to tell you something," he starts, trying to speak as steadily as possible, "my mother made the sweater for you because i told her something a few months back."
"which was?" once again, a short moment of silence.
"yn, i really really like you. i know we've been best friends for as long as we both can remember, but these last few months my feelings for have become very obvious to me. i didn't want to tell you because if anything were to happen to us, i'd be destroyed but it's getting so hard to ignore it. i wanted to be the one to wrap my arm around your shoulder, not san. i want to wear matching sweaters and have the rest of the guys laugh at us because we're that cringey couple," he confesses, letting out a giant breath, one you could see due to how cold it is.
"i'm sorry," he says, "i shouldn't have said all of that, there's a chance you don't even like me and-" you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his figure.
"shut up," you tell him, "i want all of that too."
he leans back to look at your face, "you do?"
"yes mingi," you confess, "i thought it was obvious." you watch as a giant smile begins to overtake his face.
"does this mean we can make it official?" he asks, happily.
"i would love to," you tell him, not even thinking about it for a second. you might have been worried about the long term future but right now this is a chance you knew you had to take. you and him both stare up at each other, smiles so large, you fear your face might hurt tomorrow.
"now, can we go inside, it's freezing outside. i can make us some hot chocolate," you say, "i mean, if you're not in any rush to get home that is."
"oh? you're inviting me inside already," he teases. you jokingly hit him with your hand, "i'd love that, ill help you the drinks," he tells you as he takes your hand in his, kissing the top of your forehead.
"oh, don't forget, we have to send your mom a picture of us," you remind him, hearing him let out a small groan.
⇒ smut, estranged friends to lovers, small town nostalgia, slow-ish burn?, unprotected sex (big no no), oral & fingering (fem receiving), tame dirty talk, reader called “baby,” mutual pining, car sex, some light drinking
⇒ word count: 14.4k
⇒ summary: After six years spent in the city, coming back to your rural home for the holidays has you confronting your feelings not only about your old life, but also about your estranged best friend who you left behind.
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⇒ author’s note: my first shot at a longer, more slow burn style fic. thinking of mixing it up between longer pieces like this and my usual oneshot style fics going forward.
Six years.
That is how long it has been since you’ve returned to your humble hometown deep in the middle of nowhere, but somehow the dilapidated city limit sign on the side of the road looks exactly the same as it did years ago, with chips of paint peeling off at the corners and a faded graffiti tag covering half the town’s name. It welcomes you back into a world you left long ago in search of neon lights rather than the glow of bonfires and bustling streets instead of gravel paths.
It’s not that you hate this town, in fact growing up here was filled with joy and freedom, but you had always wanted to see what else the world has to offer. Ever since you can remember, you’ve imagined yourself living the glamorous city life that you always saw on TV, and everyone here knew you had plans to leave the rural ways behind. You’ve always wanted to open a cute little cafe on a busy backstreet with the best coffee and pastries in town, maybe even expanding the business to become a chain once you’re making enough money. This dream is why you ended up moving away for college and never coming back. Well, at least until now.
A/N In honor of Mingi’s bday and for hitting 500+ followers (thank you omg) here’s a very healthy fic that I already love. I hope you guys love it too!! (Also this is unedited my bad I just wanted you post it today)
Also thank you to @mingkiyoo for requesting this, I had a blast writing it :)
🍊Pairing ⇢ best friend’s brother! Mingi x (fem) writer! reader x seonghwa
🍊Synopsis ⇢ Believing that you were destined to be with your best friend seonghwa all your life, his little brother Mingi was never a thought in your mind. After reuniting with the brothers after years of being abroad, you had your mind set to get together with seonghwa—until Mingi stole your heart without warning.
🍊Genre/au ⇢ best friends brother au, summer au, beach house au, smut, fluff
🍊Warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors dni, healthy relationship, pining, drinking, mingi is a sweetie, love triangle (barely), picnic, mingi has a cat, height difference, hopelessly romantic, super fluffy, also super smutty but in a romantic way, shower sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving) total summer read lemme tell you
Summer. The word itself feels warm. Like being curled up in a blanket next to a fireplace, or even the warm, harsh sun rays that break through the windows.
Summer to you was an escape. A getaway. A time when you didn't have to worry about anything—except your feelings for seonghwa.
He was your sun. Your world. The boy you pictured yourself marrying, and even daydreamed about what kind of dress you would wear to your wedding. He was perfect in every way, but the thing was, he was your best friend. Friends don't stay friends when complicated feelings are involved.
All your little life you dreamed about him. Longed for him in ways no friend should think about. You always thought you kept it buried pretty deep that no one would be able to notice, but you didn't think about a certain younger boy that knew everything behind those eyes of yours.
It was as if he knew your soul like the back of his hand, while you barely knew him.
Seonghwa was your sun; you were Mingi’s moon. His moonlight—his everything.
You left six years ago, on a journey across the world to the bustling city of New York, you fell in love with everything around you.
But not enough to stay.
After those years of growing up, you ran through college like it was a marathon. Getting your life on track knowing that you couldn't stay in the states your whole life—maybe because of your lack of english knowledge—you decided to fly back to your hometown.
You had no plan, no idea in your mind. You just got up and left, hoping everything would fall into place. Maybe you'd bump into seonghwa again, and maybe he would still think of you as his best friend. It was better than nothing, at least.
Stepping onto the rough gravel, you shut the door of the taxi cab with your luggage in the other hand. The air already felt different—like home. The scent felt like a warm embrace, even if you had nowhere to go. It smelled a bit fishy with a hint of salt from the ocean, but you loved it. Craved it.
It was summer.
Your mom left your childhood home a few years back. She told you it started to get a bit lonely ever since your father left, and decided to move back in with her sister in the heart of Seoul. You couldn't lie, it was a good idea. Your aunt was a riot, so you figured your mom was enjoying herself—and enjoying her homemade fruity cocktails you always wanted as a kid.
You took a breath as you faced the slightly run-down airbnb you booked for a few weeks out of the summer—the perks of being a bestselling author. You've been in a slump for a while, the lack of romance in your life caused your mind to fall behind. This summer, you wanted to find love. Well, at least some form of it.
Lugging your luggage behind you, you checked into the home and walked in. The strong scent of wood erupted your senses, a feeling of nostalgia taking over your heart. It enveloped you as you walked in, your chest feeling heavy. The smell reminded you of your old home here in Jeju, and you had wished you never left. You wondered about the what if’s, but there was no point drowning into any of it.
After settling in and cleaning up a bit of the dust around the house, you sat down on the couch as you wondered what to do. You had your mind set on meeting your childhood best friend again, and you thought about how good he looked now years later. He was slightly younger than you—only by about five months—but you always rubbed it in your face that you were older. His brother was two and a half years younger than you, and you always thought of him as a cute baby brother.
To be fair, the last time you saw him, he was only sixteen and still hasnt grown into his body. You had no concept of time, and it was hard to imagine him as a twenty-two year old grown man now. Did his ears still turn pink when he blushed? Did he still run around like a maniac as if he never got tired? Is he still as clumsy as ever?
Your mind wandered all around Mingi; the sweet little boy that seemed to be attached to your hip. He wasn't too much younger than you, but a part of you has never thought of him as anything more than a little brother.
Well, until now.
You left the house, your mind on mingi now moving towards the brother you thought you were destined to.
—
You walked around the outside market by the seaside a few days later, the air now really smelling fishy. You tossed in a few things into your basket, not exactly organized in any way.
After tossing in some green onions from the produce stand, someone ran right into you from behind, causing you to tumble onto the ground, dropping all your groceries out from your basket in the process.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” a deep voice rumbled from above you, and you looked up to notice a boy with dark brown hair. A few light brown streaks scattered through his gorgeous locks, and his lips were a soft pink. He looked all too familiar, and held out his hand to you, frowning when you weren't taking it. “Are you alright?”
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, meeting his piercing gaze. His hand twitched now as he peered at you, taking notice of your features—features he could never forget. “Y/N?” he questioned, his deep voice raising a pitch or two. His lips were parted in a smile, his eyes glittering under the fluorescent lights from the fish tanks around you.
It seemed like a movie. From the way everyone stopped and stared, to the way this handsome stranger held his hand out to you—although he’s not a stranger at all. It took you a second to put two and two together, and the minute you took his hand, you felt the warmth flow through you.
Once he pulled you up from the ground, you really noticed how tall he was. He towered over you like some sort of skyscraper, his hand still holding onto yours like his life depended on it. You frowned up at him, peering through the curtains of his hair to stare into his honey-like eyes.
And there it was. The minute you knew him.
You could recognize those eyes anywhere.
“Mingi?!” you gasped, pulling your hand away from his to take a step away from him in shock. It’s been six years since you saw him, and the last time you did see him, he was only about half the size he is currently. His hair changed, and it made you wonder what else changed about him. “Holy shit.”
He was taken aback, looking around shyly before letting out an anxious giggle. “Is that reaction a good or bad one?” he asked you, fiddling with his fingers. You looked up to him—literally. He was no longer that baby brother. He was a totally different person.
“What happened to your teeth?” you mumbled, eyes wide as you noticed how pin-straight they were. They were also blinding white, matching the t-shirt that seemed a bit too snug on his toned body. Since when was he built??
“I got my braces off a few years back,” he spoke, running a hand through his unique head of hair. It was longer now, falling past his ears. “Also grew a few inches. I’m taller than Seonghwa now.”
Seonghwa. He was barely a thought in your mind as you looked at the younger brother. You had to admit, you were a bit curious about Seonghwa's whereabouts, and what better than having Mingi right in front of you for the answers.
You took a step closer to him, totally forgetting about the scattered groceries on the ground. “Speaking of seonghwa,” you carried on, getting a bit nervous. “How is he? Is he still around?”
He frowned.
“Oh, he um, he’s working on a business trip in Seoul for the time being. It’s just me and the cat,” he let out a chuckle, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. “My parents went on a trip to some tropical place, I don't know.”
You watched his eyes dance around yours until he bent down to pick up your groceries. “So, it’s just baby Mingi, huh?” you bent down to help him, standing back up after everything was collected.
He nodded, sticking his large hands into the pockets of his jeans. They were a bit baggy on his body, sitting loosely on his hips. You couldn't stop looking at him. Staring at him. You could tear your gaze from him. There was nothing “little” about him anymore, you had no reason to keep that nickname anymore…
Should you call him big mingi? Enormous, large, gigantic, monumentous—
“It’s just me,” he shrugged, handing you the basket. “I go back to school in the fall, so I'm home to take care of the cat and the house.”
You looked around the market, realizing it's getting a bit crowded. You reached out without thinking and gripped onto mingi’s hand, pulling him through the crowd and out towards the exit, setting down your basket before exiting.
“Aren't you gonna get that?” he asked you.
You shook your head, walking further out. You reached a quiet spot, the blue sea visible and the burnt orange sky glistening onto the water.
“Sorry, I should have remembered you don't like crowds,” He murmured, the corner of his lip upturned in a smirk.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed how tan his skin looked. “You remember that?”
He nodded, looking at you with unknown emotions. “Yeah.”
You took a second to collect the thoughts in your mind. You watched him as he looked at you, and your eyes trailed to his lips as he licked them.
Goddamn.
“So you're in college? What are you, a third year?”
“No,” he smiled. “It’s gonna be my last year. History Major.”
You smiled. You did remember how much he loved to learn about history. It always intrigued him to the point of no return. It just makes so much sense that it’s what he chose to do the rest of his life.
He moved his gaze to the ocean, a look of content across that face of his. It felt strange—the feeling when you looked at him. It felt like you barely knew him, even if you spent eighteen years in this place with him by your side for sixteen. Your mothers were best friends growing up, causing you and the boys to grow up together as well.
It was your choice to leave, but it was also your choice to come back, even if the reason to come back was for Mingi’s brother, he wasn't even here anyway. You were strangely okay with that, as mingi offered a source of comfort.
“So, how was New York city?” he asked, his voice deeper than ever. It was hard to imagine that younger self of his now after seeing this version. “Did you meet a city boy with a yacht?”
You laughed, looking out to sea with him. You watched the waves ripple through the sand, the sound music to your ears. “No, sadly. Although that would've been romantic.”
He smiled as you spoke.
Your voice was music to his ears.
You turned towards him when you felt his gaze on you. You didn't notice his ears turn pink.
“Romantic, huh,” he trailed off, biting the inside of cheek. You peered through his eyes, noticing how pretty they were as the orange hues from the sunset reflected onto them. He looked tan–his skin like honey and kissable lips. You were drawn into him like a fish on a hook, and it made you uneasy. You've never felt this way—you were certain it was just the nostalgia.
“So, where are you staying? I saw that your old house was sold,” He said, his eyes sparkling. They reminded you of the sea.
You sighed, looking back to the ocean. It looked prettier than ever—maybe it was because you were with him. “Just in an airbnb until I find my own place,” you hummed, watching the waves crash onto the shore. “Lame, I know.”
He stuck his hands in his pockets, kicking at the rocks on the ground. It was a bit awkward meeting him right away, but something told you it was fate.
Maybe he was your fate.
“It’s not lame, but…”he trailed off, seeming a little nervous. “I mean you could always stay at mine. I know that you used to hate being alone….” he spoke carefully, making sure you were comfortable. “I’m not telling you that you have to–I mean, I must be a stranger to you now but um…If you start to feel lonely, I'll be your company.”
His smile cut through you like a knife. You almost stopped breathing for a second, his kindness overtaking you. You weren't used to men being this friendly without motives. He was genuinely making sure you were okay, and he even remembered how much you hated being alone. Sure, you grew out of that fear, but he didn't need to know that.
You thought about it. You already spent the money for the stay, but maybe you could cut it short. This summer would be more fun with him, anyway.
“That sounds nice,” you smiled, fixing the strap of your sundress. “I’ll have to see if I can cut my stay time. I’d rather not spend the money if I don't need to.”
He laughed. It sounded so sweet. “I um, yeah. Think about it and let me know.”
Silence enveloped you both. The air felt smooth and easy to breathe, and you couldn't remember the last time you truly felt at ease. The gears in your mind started to turn, thinking about writing about this moment—he could be the perfect inspiration for a summer romance novel.
Fuck the airbnb, it was time to make a bestselling book.
“Actually,” you rubbed your elbow anxiously as you tried to form the right words in your mind. “I’ll get my stuff out of there tonight, if that’s okay with you.”
His eyes lit up like he was shocked you wanted to stay with him. You didn't want to tell him the reason for your quick response, but he had to know how beautiful he was. He seemed like the perfect protagonist—salty hair and tanned skin, his heart upon his sleeve—you were already planning on the plot as you looked at him.
So perfect.
“How much stuff do you have? I can help.”
–
You watched as Mingi lifted your suitcase into the back of his sleek SUV, dusting off his hands after shutting the trunk. It was unusual to see him so…manly. He was always such a lanky string bean, and now, your mind and heart had a hard time understanding his change.
He looked back to you, opening the passenger door for you to get in. “Only one suitcase? Were you planning on only staying a few days?” He asked you as you got in, holding his hand out to prevent you bumping your head.
To be fair, you had a moving truck ready for all your stuff when you were able to find a place to move in to. You weren't sure how long it would take you to find a place, and you were secretly hoping that your old house was up for sale.
“No, I'll be here permanently after I find an actual home,” you laughed, settling into the car.
He sat in the driver's seat then, and as he drove away, you watched how his fingers wrapped around the wheel ever so slightly. You wanted to touch his hand. Hold his hand. You wanted to touch more than his hand.
Dear god, these thoughts have to stop, or you might do something you regret.
The house was just as beautiful as it was years ago—flowers lining up the walkway to the brick steps. You smiled as you saw a cute little orange cat in the window.
Mingi rolled the suitcase behind him, chuckling as he saw your enjoyment. “There's my baby,” he cooed, and your heart fluttered for a moment too long. You knew he wasn't talking to you, but you kind of wished he was.
Once you both reached the door, he moved close to you to open the door. You felt your heart race as his shoulder bumped into yours.
You watched the cat jump out of the window when it noticed Mingi.
He opened the door, hinting at you to enter first. You were immediately welcomed by the whimsical orange cat, who rubbed against your legs like it’s seen you before. You've never met such a friendly cat. You wanted to steal it.
“Ah, that’s Clementine. I just call her tiny,” he reached down to pet his sweetheart of a cat, and she meowed at his touch. “Awe Hi tiny girl. I promise I’ll feed you something tasty–ah, be nice, we have a special guest.”
Just by the way he treated the cat made you feel at home. He looked over to you, and all you wanted to do was brush the stray hairs away from those kind eyes of his.
You looked around the beach house, gazing at the picture frames that were scattered along the walls. Everything felt the same, as if it were never moved. It was nice to see his family still intact—even if they weren't all together physically. It was like a breath of fresh air.
“You can sleep in the guest room. No one’s ever used it,” he smiled at you, making his way to the steps, picking up your heavy suitcase with ease. “I just hope you'll be comfortable.”
“Oh, anything is better than that overpriced airbnb,” you giggled, following him up the stairs.
You trailed behind him as he walked down the upstairs hallway, turning into a pale orange room. The walls were barren, but the bed was made nicely. It was almost bigger than your full studio apartment in NYC, you were grateful for that.
You so didn't have to be here right now.
You took a mind note on how inviting he was, making sure you add that characteristic to your love interest.
“If you need anything, let me know. I’m here for you.”
Fucking hell, he had a way with words.
He started to walk out of the room, but he peeked his head back for a moment. “Oh, my friends are coming over tonight, if you don't mind.”
Friends? Little mingi was a social butterfly now?
You nodded, unable to hide your happiness for him. “Of course, it’s not my place to argue with that, anyway,” you mumbled, unzipping your suitcase to start to unpack. “Oh, and when is seonghwa coming back? It would be awkward if he just showed up while i’m here.”
His smile fell for a second, but he brought it right back. “Oh, um. In three weeks or so,” he murmured, clearing his throat slightly. “I’m sure he’d be happy to see you, y/n.”
You smiled to yourself, but in your heart, you felt not one, but two of the brothers stirring around. You were used to one, but having the two of them in your heart felt heavy. You had to think with your mind instead, anyway.
You were sure that you’d be happy to see Seonghwa, but right now, you were content with Mingi. He felt like the only person in the world, and you craved that type of comfort.
—
You snapped awake when you suddenly heard a loud thump from downstairs, followed by a bit of laughing. You jumped out of the bed quickly, just in case mingi hurt himself. You didn't want to baby him, you were sure he was having a blast with his friends, but you couldn't help but worry. It was instilled in your mind ever since you were younger—he was always breaking things.
You stumbled down the steps and made your way into the living room. “Mingi? Is everything okay—” you stopped in your tracks as you noticed three more sets of eyes than normal.
“Ah, who’s this, hyung?” one of the boys hummed flirtatiously. “Your girlfriend?”
“Stop it Wooyoung, can you ever be serious?” the other one said with irritation laced through his smooth voice.
“Why else would there be a girl here at midnight?”
“Uh, hello,” you looked at Mingi, who was smiling at you with slight embarrassment. You weren't sure how to introduce yourself, so you prayed that he would do it for you.
He furrowed his eyebrows for a minute, then looked over to his two friends. “Guys, this is Y/N. She's an old friend of mine and Seonghwa.”
“Ah, I see,” the brown haired boy nodded, a mischievous smirk on his face. You had to admit, every person in this room looked like they were pulled out of a novel. It was hard to know which one to look at. “So, why are you here….this late?”
“Oh I—”
“She’s staying here with me,” Mingi shrugged confidently, flashing you a comforting smile.
You stared at him. Something in your heart just shifted.
“Anyway, Y/N, these are my friends, Wooyoung and San. and I’m sorry if I woke you, I accidentally tripped on the carpet.”
You chuckled. Ah, same old Mingi.
You offered a smile to his friends, and you turned to Mingi, who wouldn't take his eyes off you. “Oh, alright. Just be careful,” you yawed, giving them a little goodbye before trudging up the steps and back into your comfy bed.
You heard them laugh and carry on as you tried to fall back asleep, smiling at how happy Mingi seemed. It was nice to see him again, and even though it was by chance that you ran into him at the market, you haven't felt this comfortable in ages. It was healthy—so unlike your past relationship while you lived in new york.
You dreamed of Mingi—who felt like a warm summer night.
—
The week passed quickly. Staying with Mingi came with routines, and every morning you woke up, he’d have a plate of food ready for you on the table. He wasn't so sure about what kind of food you liked now, but his effort was what made it count.
He was gone most of the time before you were even awake. He helped the grannies at the market every morning, making sure they weren't carrying anything heavy. He was the kindest soul you've ever known, and your mind started to wonder why you never thought of him in any other way other than a brother.
Mingi still wasn't home as the sun set on the horizon, and you started to worry if he was okay. He definitely was, but you had a habit of making up the worst possible situations in your mind.
Thunder boomed loudly, nearly shaking the house. You let out a yelp, holding onto yourself as it startled you. You were never fond of thunderstorms; they always scared the shit out of you. The minute another boom rang through, you ran up the steps to take shelter under your blankets. Clementine sat at the edge of your bed, not even budging as you moved around.
You didn't know why you were so scared of it, maybe it was because it was thundering the day your dad left. It was deeper than just a little fear, but it still didn't take away the embarrassment of being scared of something so typical—especially at your dinosaur age.
You heard the roar of an engine pull into the driveway, the sound of the rain pitter-pattering against the car. You slid out of the bed to peeke out the window, feeling relief wash over you as you noticed it was Mingi.
You rushed out of the room in your pajamas, running down the stairs and into the kitchen to act like you weren't scared of anything. After pouring some juice into a mug, you heard the front door open, followed by the squeak of wet shoes.
“Y/N?” his soft voice called. “Are you down here?”
You swallowed the sip of juice, nearly choking on your words. “I’m in the kitchen!” you called out to him, cradling the cup tightly as another boom of thunder erupted.
You squeezed your eyes shut, and opened them as if nothing was wrong when he entered the room.
He seemed cautious, like he already knew you were scared. Maybe he did, and you found it cute how much he remembered about you. It almost made you feel lacking, since you could barely remember anything about him.
“Are you alright?” he asked you softly, taking a step closer to you.
His hair was soaked, a shade darker than normal. He walked closer and closer until he was an arms length away. Close enough to see the raindrops in his eyelashes.
God, he was so pretty.
“Yeah,” you gulped, squeezing the cup in your hands. “Just peachy.”
He frowned, looking down at your hands. To your surprise, he reached out, sliding his hands around yours. “Let go, I know how you feel about thunderstorms, y/n.”
Your eyes widened as he took the mug from your hands, replacing it with his own.
You paused, looking down at his hand in yours. “Why…why do you remember so much?” you whispered, watching as his thumb rubbed your knuckle. He was so gentle, you weren't used to it.
He laughed at that, but didn't answer your question. What he did do was tilt your chin up with his free hand, making your heart beat faster than the thunder made it.
“It’s late. You should get some sleep,” he smiled gorgeously, tearing at your heart more and more. There was just something about his demeanor that made you want to jump his bones right then and there, but the other thing was…that you really just wanted to keep holding his hand.
He didn't let go as you walked back up the steps and into the room, but stopped in your tracks as thunder ran through again and again.
“Um, goodnight, I guess.” with all your strength, you pulled your hand out of his hold. It seemed like he didn't want to let go.
You got yourself comfy in the bed while he stood in the doorway. He sighed as he looked at you, and then looked over to the windowsill, where clementine was sleeping peacefully. “Should I…stay?” he mumbled. You barely heard him.
Your heart pounded in your chest as he stared at you across the room. It was dead silence, the only thing making noise was the rain pounding against the roof.
You took a second to respond. Unable to form words, you nodded, and he took a step further into the room, shutting off the light before walking towards the edge of the bed. He hesitated, and went to lay onto the floor.
“No, don't lay on the cold floor, Mingi,” you huffed out, reaching out to grab his arm to stop him. You let out a shaky breath. “Just…sleep up here with me.”
He swallowed hard, looking down at the hand that held his wrist. After a second, he nodded, slipping under the covers next to you.
He laid stiffly on his back and his eyes trained to the ceiling, but after a large bolt of lightning and a bang of thunder, he reached to hold onto you, tucking your head into his chest. You were honestly just fine with having him by your side, but he was caring enough to hold you like this. It kind of made you want to cry—you haven't been held in ages.
“Shh, it’s alright,” he hummed into your ear softly, resting his head on top of yours. One arm was wrapped around your waist, the other cradling your head. His soft breaths hit your skin, offering a cozy feeling you weren't sure you've ever felt.
He held you all night, making sure you were alright, even when the rain stopped.
You fell asleep in his arms, never feeling this safe before.
—
You woke up to the sound of birds chirping from outside the window. Letting out a sleepy yawn, you tried to move, but you were held down by someone’s strong hold.
You opened your eyes then, peeking through the sleepiness to come face to face with a sleeping Mingi, whose lips were slightly parted with drool pooling at the corner of his mouth.
How cute.
Not knowing what to do or if you should do anything at all, you took a second to admire his features. His expression was relaxed, his hair was scattered over his face, and his lips looked as soft as ever. You wanted to reach out and touch them.
So you did; without even thinking.
The tips of your fingertips brushed against his smooth lips, causing you to blink slowly in wonder. It was as if it were the first time you've touched anyone—it wasn't, but he made it feel that way. He captivated you unlike any other, and it made no sense to both your heart and mind.
His eyes opened slowly, meeting your lost gaze. You didn't move. You kept his sleepy stare, lost in the sparkle in his eyes. He was so…pretty. It caused a stir in your heart the more you looked at him. It scared you, but you were too far gone at this point.
He blinked at you as if he couldn't believe you were real. Maybe you were a dream to him the same way he was a dream to you at this moment.
You didn't pull your hand away—you just left it resting on his parted lips like it belonged there. He didn't move it or say anything, and you were too caught up in him to think about anything else.
“Good morning, y/n,” he hummed roughly, his sweet morning voice music to your ears.
You took a second to respond, lost in the thoughts of his beauty. “Morning,” you said, looking down at his lips one more time before letting go.
He watched you back away slightly, but his arm was still tossed on top of you. You watched a smile appear on that beautiful face of his, and you were unable to move any further. It was as if he put a spell on you like some sort of witch—he had a hold on you, physically and mentally, even if you didn't want to admit it.
As the memories of last night flooded into your mind, you offered him a sheepish glance. “Uh, I’m sorry about last night. I’m sorry you had to sleep…in the same bed as…me,” you stuttered out, but he just laid there with a slight smirk. He was even more attractive in the morning. It felt so domestic, like you were in a relationship with him. Maybe he’d bring you breakfast in bed when you’d be sick. Possibly hold you every night without the thunder being the reason behind it. He would kiss you when—
“No, I liked it, actually,” He smiled sweetly, shutting his eyes as he yawned. You wanted to kiss him right then and there.
All right, that's enough of those thoughts now.
Sitting up on the bed, you glanced at him through your eyelashes. “What do you mean?” you wanted to know so bad, but you had a feeling it was just something simple that you over thought about.
“I mean that I enjoyed sleeping with you,” he hummed huskily, but you caught the worry in his eyes as the words left his lips. “I mean, sleeping next to you, not with you. I guess technically I slept with you, but not in the sexual—”
You interrupted him with a laugh. He was too cute. “Mingi, I understand. No need to try and explain it.”
“I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea,” he sat up with you, his back against the wooden headboard. His hair was a mess; you wanted to fix it. “I just–it’s not like I wouldnt want to sleep with you sexually because I would totally want to do that but–” he stopped himself, sighing when he realized what he just said. You watched his ears turn pink. “I’ll just stop talking now.”
You tried to hide your own blush at those words. If anyone else said that, you'd be smacking them to the moon. This time, however, you wanted him to keep talking. You wanted him to tell you all the things he wanted to do to you.
You ignored the pounding of your heart and gave him a slight smile before sliding off the bed. Clementine was standing at the door, meowing like crazy. She was probably hungry. “I’ll go feed tiny,” you glanced over your shoulder to see a sulking Mingi slumped over.
He didn't say anything as you walked out the room, but as soon as the door shut, he threw himself around in the sheets that now smelled like you.
—
As you poured clementine's delicious food into her bowl, you heard Mingi come up from behind you. He entered the kitchen like some kind of gremlin, his shoulders hunched and bags under his sparkling eyes. You snickered, standing up straight after giving tiny a little pet.
“You okay? You look like you got mauled by a tiger,” you snarked, to which he replied with a half smile. He walked towards the fridge and grabbed the eggs, setting them down on the kitchen island.
Even the morning looked good on him. God, you were getting different versions of the same man you once thought was a boy, confusing your heart more and more. Was it a crime to find him attractive? No, hell no. but it sure felt like you were committing one as you dreamed of him rather than seonghwa.
“What’s Seonghwa's job now? I haven't even thought about asking that,” you leaned up on the counter while mingi pulled out a pan from the cupboard. “I’m sure he’s some crazy smart businessman or something,” you laughed, but Mingi didn't think it was funny.
He turned on the stove burner. “He is, actually,” Mingi sniffed, running a hand through his hair while he cracked the eggs into the pan. “How many eggs do you wa—”
“I always pictured him in a suit,” you sighed as you thought about how hot he would look in a suit, when all of a sudden, it changed to an image of Mingi. His lean figure stood tall, the imaginary tailored suit clung to his silhouette. He was so beautiful, so so beautiful. You could say that a million times and you would still believe it.
Mingi watched the delusions shadow your expression, and little did he know you were imagining him and not his brother.
“He looks like an alien in them. Like a fucking string bean,” he growled, plucking out a spatula from the holder. He aggressively tossed around the eggs in the pan, and then waltzed over to the fridge to grab the leftover rice. “And you didn't answer my question on how many eggs you wanted, y/n.”
The tone of his voice was sharp; it cut like a knife right through you. You wondered if he took offense to the fact that you would think about his brother, but you shook the crazy thought away and changed the subject, standing up from your lean.
“I’ll have two. And can you put cheese on it for me?”
He didn't turn around to look at you. He just nodded, and rummaged through the fridge for the cheese.
The room was quiet. Too quiet. Mingi was usually quite loud and playful, and you wondered why the change of temperament. “Do you want to go out with me today?”
Mingi choked on nothing at those words, having a coughing fit. You almost grabbed him a drink, but he caught his breath fairly quickly and turned to look at you as he piled the eggs on a plate. “W-what? Go out with you?”
You smirked. “Yeah. like a date, but not a date,” now you were just teasing him.
Mingi stared at you with wide eyes, the sleepiness completely wiped away. “Uh, sure. Yeah. What are you planning on?”
—
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not going up there.”
You both stood at the bottom of a mountain, ready for a hike up it. You were never really an athletic person, but you always wanted to try and do a hike to see if you could do it. Mingi was not having it, backing away towards his car as if he wasn't the one that drove here.
“Mingi, please?” you pleaded with puppy dog eyes, almost cringing at yourself for your actions. “It'll be fun, I promise.”
Mingi scoffed, crossing his toned arms over his chest. You kept getting distracted by him since he decided to sport a cutoff shirt that revealed quite a bit of skin. It made you want to see more. “What do I get out of this?”
You smirked, hooking him in. “Hmm. How about drinks on me? At the bar downtown?”
You saw the sparkle in his eye, knowing that he’d cave at that. And he did.
You began your trek up the rocky mountain, your feet already starting to burn from the scolding terrain.
“I told you it was a bad idea,” Mingi groaned, sweat dripping down his face. You watched as his smooth skin shined brightly under the sun, feeling a spark go off in your heart.
You huffed as your legs started to get tired. “No,” huff. “It’s a great,” huff. “Experience.”
Mingi scoffed at that, looking ten times better than you after a bit of time. He kept looking over at you every chance he got, but he was still more quiet than usual.
Well, until now.
“Do you still like my brother?” he broke all the walls you put up with one little question.
You stopped mid stride, looking up at the cloudy sky as you thought about the answer. You always dreaded this conversation with him ever since you were a kid, but you never knew Mingi knew. “You knew that I liked him?”
Mingi stopped too, slightly ahead of you. You were about halfway up the mountain with no other hikers in sight. “To be fair, y/n, you didn't really hide it. I think the only person who didn't know was Seonghwa himself,” he sighed as a single raindrop fell between you.
Maybe you should've checked the weather.
You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows. “I uh, well, I did like him—”
“I know that. Do you still do? He asked sternly, taking a step closer.
You looked straight into his eyes. It was an easy question—super easy, actually. Your heart knew the answer as soon as it was asked, but for some reason, you couldn't form the words on your tongue. You wanted to tell him that Seonghwa was barely on your mind since you ran into him. You wanted to tell him that you didn't want to look at anything else now that you saw him. You didn't want to think of anything else.
“I…” The rain began to fall around you like tiny shards, and as it started to speed up, you changed the subject as quickly as you could and turned the other way. “We should head back, it's starting to get bad.”
Mingi didn't say anything. As you frantically moved down the mountain to escape confrontation you could easily solve, your foot got caught between a rock, causing you to fall down and tumble slightly. You let out a yelp as your ankle cracked, and the sharpness of the rocks cut up your legs slightly.
“Y/n!” Mingi let out, completely forgetting that he was going to tell you to forget your feelings. “Are you okay? Ah No—don't get up, just give yourself a second.”
You groaned, but more so because of how embarrassing that was. You put your head down and let out a hiss as you tried to move your ankle. “I think I sprained it or something.”
Mingi sighed, kneeling in front of you as the rain pounded on you both. He looked at your beat up legs, and then peered at you through his eyelashes. Without a word, he stood up and turned around with his back to you, hinting at you to get on.
You tilted your head at him, although he couldn't see you. “Just get on, I'll carry you,” he softly said, and you heard the sweetness drip from his lips. The same lips you were dying to kiss.
You leaped onto his broad back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. You heard his breath hitch as your hands touched the bare skin of his collarbone, and you nearly got the wind knocked out of you as his hands gripped your thighs to hold you up.
“Thank you,” you mumbled into his ear while he walked down the mountain in the pouring rain, his two-toned hair soaking wet against your cheek. “And I'm sorry for the crappy date.”
“Don't be sorry, y/n,” he hummed, leaning his head against yours as he walked. You were worried that he might slip on the rocks, but he managed to walk like they were dry. He gripped your legs tightly, afraid to drop you as if you were as precious as glass.
He treasured you the way a museum treasured its art.
The rest of the way was quiet. He lifted you into the car and leaned over to put your seatbelt on. He smelled like acid rain and sweat with a hint of vanilla; it stirred something inside you. His wet hair dripped down on you as he tried to get the seatbelt in and oh, the dirty thoughts swimming around your mind.
You were in such a haze that you didn't even realize that he shut the door and was now on the other side of the car. You tried to steady your breaths—in and out, in and out—until he entered the car with you.
“Are we still going to the bar? I need a drink,” you muttered.
He shook his head, running a hand through his dripping hair. “No, we’ll just drink at home. You need rest.”
Home. Home. your heart began to bang in your chest. You had no words to utter, and he drove home quietly, stopping to grab a bag full of soju and beer at the corner convenience store.
The rest of the ride was a blur. He stopped the car in the driveway, running to your side before you tried to get out without help. He picked you up and carried you into the home as if you were married to him, setting you down on the couch softly, afraid to hurt you. You were fine other than the slight ache and cuts, but he didn't need to know that. Right?
“I’ll be right back in with the alcohol,” he hummed, leaving you alone in the dark room. The sun was setting slowly, and you didn't realize how long you were actually out on your date.
Date. you wished you would've just told him your true feelings. You hoped you didn't ruin it.
Mingi waltzed in with the alcohol bag, Clementine trailing him happily. She jumped up onto the couch next to you, but only nudged your head slightly before jumping up and into the window.
You smiled at Mingi as he sat at the edge of the couch. He reached to pull your shoes off, and walked over to set them down at the entryway.
Your eyes followed his every move, already feeling like you were under the influence. He came back with a first aid kit and sat down in front of you. You smiled as he cleaned your wounds, blowing at them gently before covering them with bandages. He was so gentle, it once again caused you to think what he would be like in bed.
The room was quiet. The only sound was both of your breaths tangling in the air. He was so close yet so far, and all you wanted was to cross the distance. You were way too sober to even try.
He looked up at you then, a slight smile on his face.
“Ready to get fucked up?”
—
One drink. Two drinks. Three. Four. you were completely obliterated—there was no way you were going to remember this tomorrow.
“You're telling me that he dumped you because you touched his hair?” Mingi slurred, leaning towards you with a grimace. “Thats so fucked up.”
“He was like, my hair is sacred, no one can touch it except my mother.”
He nearly spit out his drink. “Pfft, his mother??”
You were both on the floor of the living room, leaning up against the couch, lost in random drunken words and sober thoughts. You were telling him about the messy flings you had as a college student, and when you asked him if he had any, he shrugged and laughed it off and said he had a few. You expected more than just a few.
“His mother was the only woman for him, Mingi. Duh,” you smirked, totally lost in your words.
His laugh nearly shook the room, his head tossed back as he cackled. You watched his adam's apple bob as he let out his enjoyment—he laughed so hard that no noise left his lips, and you couldn't help but giggle at that.
“Mingi!” you giggled, slapping his thigh playfully as he laughed silently. Oh, he was painfully wasted. “What kind of laugh is that? I swear to god there's something wrong with you.”
He calmed down at that, but he was still smiling from ear to ear, lifting his head back from the uncomfortable position he was in.
“Are you making fun of me?” he drunkenly teased, leaning towards you slightly. You saw the strength of his gaze—it pierced right through you. He looked irritated and playful at the same time.
You leaned in, too. “Maybe,” you smirked, looking down at his dewy lips flavored with alcohol. “Hey, it's cute! I promise I'm laughing because it’s cute.” you giggled, but his lips were still downturned.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, and picked up the nearly empty bottle of soju. He paid strong attention to your movements, especially as you took the bottle up to your lips, causing him to lick his own.
“You never answered my question,” he pondered, still looking at your lips.
“Question?” you slurred, getting the last drops of the apple flavored soju onto your tongue.
He swallowed hard. “If you still like my brother,” he sniffed, picking up his bottle. “I mean, I think I know the answer, so I don't even wanna—”
“Mingi—”
“Like, it’s always been him. I’ve only ever watched you guys on the sidelines like some shitty benchwarmer or something I swear to god–”
“Mingi please let me talk—”
“I mean to be fair I was a literal child so I get it, but now I—”
“I don't like Seonghwa anymore,” you nearly yelled, causing Clementine to make an appearance by your pile of empty bottles. She rubbed up against one, knocking it over as you focused on the speechless man in front of you. “Ugh. finally. I thought you would never shut up.”
He froze, now just realizing how close you were. You were able to see the little specks of light brown in his irises. You were way too far gone to hold yourself back from anything—and your writer self thought that this would be a great scene in that story of yours.
“So…um…would that mean that you might, um,” he stuttered, his leg shaking anxiously while you smiled at his expression. “That you might think of me in a not so friendly type of way?
You chuckled, watching his eyes grow darker. You looked down at his parted lips now.
“You have pretty lips.”
He furrowed his brows now, looking as confused as ever. “What are you trying to say? He asked, setting down the bottle that was in his hands.
His hair was dry now, which was a shame since you really liked how he looked with wet hair. His lips looked even more kissable than they did five minutes ago.
You shrugged, drunk off your ass. “I mean, you could just kiss me. Or I could kiss you. Either way, it’s what I meant.”
He just stared at you with wide eyes. He didn't make any movement towards you, once again like he didn't want to hurt you or make you feel inferior.
You smiled at his awestruck look. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Me. you. kiss. I–want–to–kiss–you. Mwah.”
Again, just a piercing stare. He licked his lips though, and looked down at yours.
After a few moments of uneasy silence, you couldn't take it anymore.
“You know what? Fuck it.”
You leaned as close as you could to him and grabbed the back of his neck. His eyes were about to pop out of his head, but the minute your lips neared his, he shut them softly, letting you press your lips to his.
Oh, did it feel like fireworks were going off in the middle of your body. Your heart began to race, feeling like it would pound right out of your chest. His lips melted into yours like honey, and his hands found a home on your hips.
He pulled back slightly, your breaths tangling together.
“Can I really kiss you?” he asked in disbelief, as if you didn't just share saliva. “Is it really what you want?”
“Mingi,” you sighed, moving closer until you were sitting on his lap. He let out a little gasp as you felt the hardness of him underneath you. Sitting on his lap barely got you to eye-level with him, since he was so tall compared to you. He tried to breathe, but his breath was shaky. “I wouldnt of kissed you if I didn't want to.”
“Ah,” he gulped, biting his lip nervously. “My bad, but I’ve just been dreaming about that since I was four, so to be fair, I need a moment.”
You smiled at the man in front of you like he was your world. You couldn't help but lean forward and give him a peck really quick, to which he responded fairly quickly.
You did it again, and again, and again. This time, he gripped your waist and held you to his body with one arm while his other hand gripped your jaw. It caught you off guard—was he the same mingi who needed a moment to process a kiss just a minute ago?
“If you do that again, I’m gonna be tempted to do more than just kiss you, y/n.”
Dear god, his voice. It rumpled right through you, but what really got you was how serious he was. The look on his face made you feel like he was about to maul you like some sort of predator, and you were merely his choice of dinner.
Oh, you were ready to be torn apart—you were drunk and delirious, after all.
You met his gaze for a moment too long, and then you reached out to wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling yourself up to his lips, you kissed them softly, breaking open his own to slide your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like apple soju and smelled like vanilla and sweat; a perfect combination.
It felt like your first kiss. It meant more than any other kiss. He held you so tenderly, caressing your back as he kissed you back with all the love in his heart. You smiled into the kiss as your mind wandered back to how he confessed to liking you for ages, even if it was a bit hazy from the alcohol.
You hoped you'd remember this in the morning. You wanted to treasure this moment.
You let out a shaky breath as you kissed his lips, feeling like you were getting high from him as if he were a drug. His hands began to snake up your top, gliding over the soft skin of your stomach, reaching your ribs.
You shivered at his touch in a good way, ready to rip off your shirt for him. You wanted to tear his right off his body, but you held yourself back for the sake of not ruining the mood just in case.
Subconsciously, you began to roll your hips into his. He gripped onto them as if his life depended on it, and you bet he left fingernail marks into your skin. His hot breaths hit you in the face as he pulled away to catch his breath, looking down at your hips crashing into his.
He leaned his forehead against your head, unable to pace his breathing. You weren't any better, especially with the way you could feel his arousal right underneath yours. Oh, dear god, you were completely lost in his touch. In his gaze. In his movements.
The little brother was now much more of a man than you ever imagined, completely forgetting about the one you made an effort to come back to.
Now, at this moment, when he groaned as he rocked your hips into his for you, your mind exploded in thoughts about him. The way he moved you into him was so effortlessly hot, and the way his face scrunched up when you grasped a handful of his hair in response.
It felt like you were drowning. Maybe you were. But you needed more than just this.
You needed all of him.
“M-mingi,” you whispered breathlessly as his lips sucked on your neck.
“Hm?” he moaned right into the skin of your neck, still rocking your hips into his.
Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. You couldn't even think about the words you wanted to say—they aren't important anymore.
What was important was the way your body spoke for you.
Your fingertips brushed against the hem of his t-shirt, curling around it in pleasure. You pulled it up slightly, and without a word, he gave you a nod to take it off of him.
You pulled the shirt over his head, a smirk on your face as you looked at his toned waist. You ran a hand down the ripples of muscle, not noticing the entranced look Mingi was giving you.
He fiddled with the end of your shirt, and met your eyes before doing anything hasty. You smiled and nodded, and he gently took the top off with affection. He smiled back at you, leaning in to bump his forehead with yours with a slight chuckle.
You leaned in again, kissing him with a bit more power than before. Your stomach flipped as he grasped the back of your head with one hand, his other sliding down your neck to meet your chest, gripping your breast softly through your sports bra.
He spared no time in burying his head in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking like no tomorrow. You were way too drunk to realize how sloppy you both were, but in the moment, it was blissful. It felt like the very first time, and in your mind, you wanted it to be. You kind of regretted how you thought he was nothing but the brother of your crush. Well, now, that was now reversed.
“It’s either I fuck you down here on the couch,” he mumbled into your lips. “Or I’m carrying you up to my bed.”
You nearly melted into a puddle. Who knew he was like this? Was it the alcohol?
“Bed,” you moaned into his neck, biting his earlobe. “I want to be in your bed.”
“Goddammit.”
He nearly growled as you said those words, gripping the back of your thighs before standing up straight with you. You held onto him tightly while he wobbled up the steps drunkenly. You hoped this wasn't going to be some type of intoxicated mistake in his eyes, but in yours, you had nothing to regret. There was nothing holding you back.
He held you tightly as he walked up the stairs of his beach house, unable to wait any longer. As soon as he entered his room, he set you down gently on the bed. “Is your ankle okay?” he asked, making sure he wasn't manhandling you—it was quite the opposite.
To be fair, you completely forgot about the pain in your ankle. It was the least of your worries as the beautiful man stood above you while you laid flat on his bed.
“Just come here.”
It took a second for him to process that you were laying in his bed, ready for him to do absolutely anything to you. He stared down at you for a moment, eyes raking over your half-naked body. He couldn't get enough of you—you were his dream. So now that you were in his bed? Well, he wasn't so sure where to go with it.
But you did.
“Mingi,” you sighed, meeting his intoxicated gaze. “Just please come here.”
He looked lost, as if he didn't want to do anything rashly. Maybe a bit of the alcohol wore off, as his eyes looked like he wasn't sure how he ended up here. He hesitated as he looked you up from head to toe, but once you saw the slight smirk peek from his lips, you knew what was next.
He leaned over you on the bed, giving you a kiss as his body pressed flat against yours. As the moment sped up with your hands in his hair and his on your chest, he finally slid the bra off in one swipe, catching you off guard.
He took a second to admire your beauty, then gave you another kiss, letting out a breath as he began to kiss you from your lips, to your collarbone, then meeting your breasts. He nibbled at your nipple slightly, causing you to gasp in pleasure.
You wanted to moan out his name. Cry out for him. At this moment, all you saw was him and the friendly sparkle in his eyes—although now they looked more like the devil’s.
He sat up for a moment to undo the tie on his shorts, allowing you to pull them off of him to reveal his length that you were aching to have inside of you. He was bigger than you even imagined, although you had taken a bit of time to actually acknowledge how much he has grown since you last remembered him. He was more than anything you could imagine, and now the brother you used to think about was only a distant memory in your mind.
After he was fully undressed, his eyes looked devilish. He leaned over you once again, knocking you onto your back with force. His chain necklace hit your face as his hands caressed your curves, meeting the waistband of your pants. He slid them down your hips, and you lifted yourself up slightly to help him out. The minute he got them off, he was back to feeling you up with a lovestruck look on his face.
“You're so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours as he hovered above you. “So beautiful that it hurts.” he kissed your forehead at that, leaving your heart spiraling.
You smiled up at his gorgeous face, watching his eyes dance with curiosity. He looked nervous, like he’s never done this before. You knew that he had, but it was his first time with you, atleast. It was an overwhelming thought—this man had longed for you while you longed for his brother. You wanted to prove to him that it was only him in your eyes and heart.
He looked down at your heat and then back up to your eyes, a shy expression on his beautiful features. “Can I…make love to you?”
It was the fact that he asked so respectively that nearly made you squirm under his hold. Not the fact that you were about to get fucked or the fact of his body over yours, but the slight worry in his tone made you want to share your life with him. You nodded without a word, allowing him to begin to enter you. He lined himself up against you, lifting your legs up to put them up on his chest. He gripped your thighs tightly as he slid into you, slowly beginning to thrust with each moment. Your senses began to heighten as your walls collapsed for him, all you could hear was the pitter patter of rain and the tangled breaths between you and him both.
His breath was shaky as he pumped in and out of you, letting out small moans whenever he looked at you. You scrunched your eyebrows in pleasure as he started to move faster and faster, crying out as his fingernails pierced through the skin of your thigh.
“You have no idea how much I wanted this,” he said breathlessly as he moved gracefully.
You were sure the alcohol in your system was long gone, considering how realistic this all was. You saw his eyes glimmer. You felt his heart pound. You saw beads of sweat drip down his neck. You saw the smile he let out as he looked down at you. You were his everything—and now you were one, sharing the same body and moving together like waves of the ocean.
As you were getting closer to your high, he flipped you around quickly, tossing you into your back with no struggle. He slid right back into you, causing you to moan at his strength. “Mingi,” you moaned, lost in the sea of his movements.
He grunted, fucking you harder and harder as you moaned more and more. “Fuck, I love it when you moan my name,” he hissed, gripping your hips as he pounded into you.
He nuzzled his head against yours as he moved, and you got wetter by the minute. You've never felt this way with any other man, and as you reached your high, he bit your earlobe from the back and gripped your hair, tugging it slightly as you began to see stars.
His breaths became shallower, his heartbeat picked up speed. He noticed your state and chuckled seductively in your ear. “Ah, you like that, hm?” His laugh was smooth. “No more making fun of my laugh, huh?”
You had no words for him. He already knew the answer. But when you came all over his dick, he thrusted into you even deeper, causing you to grip at the silk sheets underneath you.
It was as if you put a spell on him. The minute you came, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a sharp breath as he shoved himself inside you, harder and harder, throwing his head back like he was possessed. You were sure your knuckles were turning white as you gripped onto the pillow that your head rested on. He bucked his hips for the last time, emptying himself into you before crashing down onto your back and rolling to the side of you.
The room was spinning, you never even gave yourself a chance to look around to see the detail of his room. You were sure there were lots of unique things tied to the unique mingi, but you couldn't focus on anything but the man beside you.
His chest rose and fell like the sun, glistening with sweat like the morning dew. He was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and even as you fought to keep your eyes open after that eventful experience, you reached out to wrap your arms around his waist, throwing yourself into the comfort of his embrace.
You were already asleep when he whispered his adoration with a kiss on the forehead, tucking you under the blankets with him as your pillow.
—
It wasn't the first time you woke up to him, and you hoped it wouldn't be the last. His warm sleepy breaths hit your face in the daylight, and you opened your eyes to see mingi in all his glory, soft snores escaping his lips. The same lips that claimed your own the night before.
Despite your drunkenness last night, you remembered everything in detail, including the way the nightlight in the corner of his room glowed as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. It was a bit domestic, much more realistic than any type of sexual encounter you’ve had in the past. You didn't want to ever have another encounter like that if it wasn't with mingi…
As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice how affectionately Mingi was looking at you through his sleepy eyes.
“Good morning,” you hummed, suddenly feeling a bit insecure in his hold. He has now seen every part of you in every way, and he was no longer the brother of your friend. He was no longer just a friendly face—he was now your lover.
“Hi,” he smiled, his voice raspy. You watched his gaze deepen as he looked at your eyes, then your nose, then your lips. The corners of his mouth turned up when he saw you yawn. “Are you still tired?”
You didn't want to tell him that the alcohol—and the sex—wore you out completely, but he wasn't the type to really inflate his ego. He would probably blush and hide his face into your chest, and even though it would've been cute to see, you shook your head no.
“I’m wide awake now,” you chuckled as he stared at you lovingly. You looked down at his smooth lips, getting flashbacks from how amazing they felt on yours. You leaned blinked at him for a second, until you leaned over and pecked them quickly. You didn't want him smelling your morning breath.
Just as you were about to escape from his arms to go brush your teeth, he gripped you by the waist to pull you to him, causing you to hold your breath as his face neared yours. “No, you're not just gonna kiss me and leave like that,” he tilted his head playfully, then gripped the side of your face before bringing his lips to yours.
“Wait–” kiss. “My morning breath—”
He kissed you again. “I don't care.”
You stopped trying to squirm out of his grip at those words, and you relaxed in his arms while he kissed you through his smile.
He leaned his forehead against yours now. “I love kissing you,” he smiled blissfully, his brown hair covering the smile of his eyes. You reached out to brush it away, tucking it behind his pink ears.
So cute.
You ran your hand down his cheek in adoration of his beauty. You knew you were gonna add this whole situation into your book, but you might have to change some steamy details. “So, do you work at the market today?” you asked him, leaning on your elbows on your side.
He shook his head. “No, but I am planning on doing something today.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Hm? Like what?”
He smirked. You couldn't get used to it.
“You.”
It took you a moment to understand the cheesy joke, and when you did, you gave him a smack on the shoulder and took it as a hint to stand up. It felt like you were together for years, but at the same time, it was as if you had just met. It was dreamlike—straight out of a fictional story. Maybe that was why you were so keen on writing your book about him.
“Okay okay, besides doing you, I would also like to take you on a date,” he mumbled as you stood up, but lost his train of thought as you were completely naked in front of him. “I uh, i forgot what I was saying.”
You tried to hide your insecurity as you stood confidently in front of him. You tossed on his t-shirt and slid on your underwear, making him lose it even more.
“Fucking hell, y/n,” he breathed, staring at you in awe as you wore his shirt.
You slid on your pants then, looking at him mischievously as he sat up in his bed. Clementine was snoring on the edge, offering even more ambiance to the moment. It felt like you were meant to be here with him.
“What?” you tilted your head at him with a smirk. “Are we gonna go on that date or what?”
—
The sound of crashing waves filled your senses, and the smell of the salty air made memories of your childhood flood into your mind. The memories included Mingi, who would always sit on the sand and watch you and seonghwa from a distance. He was there, but it was always his brother, and not him.
Oh, how the times have changed.
You walked through the sand with Mingi next to you; your yellow sundress flowing in the wind. He wanted to hold your hand—you could tell by the way it twitched towards you. The sky reminded you of his hair, as the clouds looked slightly like stripes. It was a beautiful day.
The orange hues of the sky also reminded you of the day you ran into him, and you remembered how you felt when you first saw him.
Being with him felt like you were meeting for the very first time over and over again. Every touch felt like the first time. Every kiss felt like your first one.
In the hand that wasn't trying to grab yours, he held a wicker-picnic basket filled with homemade food. He had told you earlier about how bad he always wanted to go on a picnic date, so you spent the entirety of the day making random things to take to the beach. It mostly consisted of rooting through cabinets and kissing each other at every chance you could get.
You walked quietly next to each other, the only sounds were the crashing of the waves and the chirping of birds. You held the picnic blanket close to you with one hand, and finally, you interlocked your fingers into his. You watched him swallow hard, and you were unable to hide your happiness.
Once you got to the perfect spot, he set down the basket and put down the blanket nicely. You sat down on it while he set up the food, unable to keep your eyes off of him.
He stood tall as per usual, with a white button up with a few of the buttons undone. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of khaki shorts clung to his thighs. His skin was like honey and his eyes glimmered. He looked otherworldly—as if he didn't belong here. There was no way someone this attractive was real, but here he was, in front of you.
His heart was beating for you.
“Here,” he handed you a plate of food he so proudly made. There wasn't anything he couldn't do.
You smiled and took it from his hand. “Thank you, Mingi.”
He grinned as he sat down across from you. He watched you as you took a bite of the food, unable to look away from you. He didn't even reach to grab his own plate of food, and just smiled as you ate.
You met his eyes. “What? Is there something on my face?” you asked frantically, wondering why he was looking at you so attentively.
He laughed at that. “No, you're just pretty.”
You smiled and took another bite. “Jeez, you're cheesy.”
He leaned back, the tips of his fingers in the sand. There was barely anyone on the beach at this hour, as the sun was about to set on the ocean horizon. “I can't help it. I never thought I'd be on a date with you. It's like a dream.”
You swallowed the food before you spoke. “I still can't believe you liked me. I never even realized,” you sighed, lost in the past while he was enjoying the present.
“Hey, it’s fine. You're here with me now, it’s all about timing.” he mumbled happily, reaching for a piece of strawberry cake that was store bought. You didn't have the skills to bake.
You looked him up and down, just happy to be in his presence. Once again, Seonghwa was not a thought in your mind as you looked at Mingi—who couldn't stop admiring you.
You smiled as you thought about him. “You were my little Mingi,” you teased, watching his ears turn pink.
He scoffed. “Little?” he stood up deviously, and you should've known what was coming next. “Come here.”
He grabbed you before you could even make a move, and lifted you up off the blanket. He carried you towards the ocean, struggling as you tried to get out of his grip.
“No! Stop! I take it back!” you laughed, kicking your feet as you watched the water flow from underneath you. He still held you in his arms, but the minute the water was slightly deeper, he tossed you into the water with a romantic laugh.
Water enveloped you as you fell, and you looked up to him as you tasted the salt water in your mouth. With all the strength you got, you stood up and jumped at him, causing you both to tumble into the water.
It was like a scene from a movie. He tossed water at you while you tried to knock him down once again, and how he looked even more romantic than he did earlier. His hair was messy on top of his head, and the white shirt he was sporting now clung to his toned chest. You thanked the lord he wore white today, as you were able to see the ripples of his abs through the fabric.
You were tangled in each other both physically and emotionally, lost in each other’s souls and beating in each other’s hearts. You wished this moment would last forever, and you craved to share more moments of him that you could remember for a lifetime.
—
The romantic moment ended the minute you got back to his home, but in a different way.
He ripped your dress off your body as quickly as he could, the shower running in the background. His hair was still wet from the ocean, and his lips tasted like saltwater. You couldn't get enough of him.
He breathed heavily into your mouth, gripping your hips as he backed you up into the wall. His shirt was long gone now, the only thing on him were the soaking wet shorts.
“Take them off,” you groaned as he kissed you hungerly, tugging on his waistband. He moaned in response, gripping your face instead of listening to you. You decided to do it yourself, and as you unbuttoned his pants, you kneeled down onto the soft throw carpet and pulled the shorts down to the ground.
“W-what are you—ah,” he stuttered as you gripped him, unable to finish his sentence. The minute you stuck him in your mouth was the moment his knees weakened, and he almost lost his balance. “Oh my god.”
You glided your tongue around him, sucking tightly as you almost choked on how big he was. He gripped the hair on the top of your head as he inhaled sharply, breathing like he had just ran a marathon.
“Fuck, y/n,” he moaned your name, tossing his head back onto the wall. “How are you so fucking good at this?” he wanted to say more and you could tell, but you nibbled on his dick slightly before he could get any other words out.
You looked up at him from the ground, meeting his intense gaze. He sucked in sharply, gripping you by the shoulders to lift you up and to toss you into the shower. You were immediately met with scorching hot water, but you were numb to it the minute he entered the shower.
His mouth was on yours once again, biting your lip so hard you could've sworn you tasted blood.
“I’m gonna show you that I'm not so little anymore,” he whispered raspily into your face, his eyes slanted with lust. You wanted him to do everything possible to you—no matter what it was.
There was just something so attractive about a man being in love, and maybe it was because it was him. He was passionate and powerful, and was going to make sure you knew what you were getting into.
He fucked you hard from behind and pounded into you as hard as he could. You saw the stars again as the edges of your vision grew darker and darker. The water from the shower dripped down your face as he moved rhythmically, lost in his movements.
“You feel so good,” he moaned out, his head resting on top of yours. “Fuck.”
You smacked your head against the tile walls from his strength, unable to hold yourself up. He had a hold on you that no one else ever will, and you were sure that he was going to be the one for you, even if you ever even thought about the possibility before.
It felt like you were floating. He made you feel as if you were above the clouds, lost in a mess of him and his beauty. You knew that you’ve never had someone like him before, and you never wanted this to stop.
He made love to you over and over again as July became August—and you became his lover.
—
You woke up next to him the next morning. And the morning after that. And the morning after that. He’d kiss you on the forehead while you would hold him tightly, and then you’d brush your teeth together in the morning with clementine at your feet.
You never specified if you were officially dating or anything, but you didn't want to ruin the bliss you were in for now.
As the days passed, you fell in love with him. You knew you loved him from the minute he held you when you were scared of the storm all those nights ago, but now, as you laid in bed next to him on a rainy august morning, your heart knew what it wanted.
And what it wanted was him.
You watched him sleep peacefully as the rain tumbled to the ground outside. Clementine sat on the windowsill, watching the raindrops race down the glass.
But the silence didn't last.
“Yo, i’m back Mingi—” a voice boomed from the door, and it opened to reveal a handsome man you knew was seonghwa. He stood in shock as he met eyes with you, and mingi woke up with a jolt as soon as he heard his brother’s voice. “Oh?”
You cradled the blanket to your naked chest while mingi leaned over to cover you. “Hyung? Y-you're home?” he frantically stuttered, but you couldn't help but notice the shock in Seonghwa’s eyes as he began to recognize you.
“Y/N?” his eyes were wide, completely shocked. He dropped the bag that was in his hand, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you from across the room. “Is that you? In my brother’s bed?”
“I–uh,” you spit out, looking between the two brothers. It was uncomfortable, especially since you were worried about what was running through Mingi’s mind. “Yeah. It's me. In his bed.”
He looked at the way you were clutching the blanket, and the way mingi was protectively covering you with his own body. “Naked…in bed…with my brother. What a great reunion,” he muttered, and you were unable to read his expression. He scoffed then, but then looked away from you respectfully.
“I’ll explain, hwa—” you tried to say, but Seonghwa interrupted.
“No. No need, just talk to me when you're um,” he signaled to your body without looking over. “Fully clothed.”
He walked out at that, shutting the door behind him. You couldn't lie, he looked great. Amazing even. He had hardly aged a day, but looked much more refined. Mingi looked over at you with a sigh, and you wondered what he was thinking. You hoped he wasn't second guessing himself.
You gave him a sweet kiss to brighten the mood, which made him smile immediately.
“We should go greet him,” you murmured with a slight chuckle, to which he laughed along with you.
“Yeah, that would be good.”
—
Seonghwa stared at you with awe, unable to meet his brother's eyes.
“I just can't believe it. You and my brother—when did you even come back?” he questioned, looking through your eyes. “I would have rushed back here if I knew you were here.”
“Well, good thing you didn't,” mingi joked, but you knew he was thinking way too hard about something.
Hwa disregarded that as most older brothers would. “You look good. Really good,” he smiled at you, his eyes piercing into yours. His hair was longer than it used to be, and it was styled smoothly on his forehead. He looked good, too.
His brother just looked better.
Mingi sat next to you on the couch in the middle of you and seonghwa, his hand gripping your thigh. You knew what he was doing, and you just wanted to tell him he didn't need to worry.
“Thanks, Hwa. it’s so good to see you again,” you smiled at him, truthfully. You had to admit that you really wanted to see him, but right now, every romantic emotion that was once tied to him was now tied to mingi. You set your hand down on top of the hand that was on your thigh, making sure he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
Seonghwa looked down at your hand and swallowed hard. “So, what brings you back here?”
Mingi’s grip tightened on your thigh.
“Oh, well I um. I came back to see you guys. I missed you both.” you couldn't say you came back to see seonghwa, because now your whole motives changed.
The way seonghwa was looking at you felt like a bomb was about to go off. You were never hyper aware of his feelings for you, but as his gaze met yours and the way mingi kept you close to him made you think that he knew something you didn't.
“Oh, you came to see me? I’m sorry I wasn't here when you got here, y/n,” he smiled.
Mingi didn't like the way he was smiling at you.
“I have to go feed Clementine,” He made an excuse, letting go of the grip he had on you to stand up. He gave one last look to you before walking out of the room and into the kitchen.
Once he left, your thoughts were interrupted by Seonghwa’s sweet voice.
“Are you guys a thing?” he asked you softly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I always thought that we were….you know…”
You sighed and sat up more, ready to explain everything on your mind. “Yeah, Mingi and I are together,” you smiled as you thought about him. “And uh, I did like you. I really did. I always did, Hwa, but now, I….” you took time with your words. “Now I know that Mingi is the one for me.”
Seonghwa nodded, letting out a sigh. “I guess my timing was a bit off, huh?” he chuckled, offering you a kind smile. You didn't mean to change the pattern of your heart, but it was just what needed to happen.
You didn't say anything. You didn't need to. He knew your feelings, and knew that they weren't for him. At least not anymore.
“Well, it was good to see you. I hope we can still be friends,” he smiled, standing up from the couch. “I have to go to work, but um, it was really nice seeing you.”
You nodded, standing up with him. “It was good to see you, too.”
He walked past you and patted you on the head before walking out of the house, leaving you alone with mingi once again.
You knew he heard all of that. You hoped he did, at least, so he knows how much you care for him. You know how insecure he feels about the fact you used to like his brother, and you wanted him to know that there was no reason to worry about it anymore.
“Mingi?” you called out, but there was no answer. You walked into the kitchen to see tiny snacking on her dinner, but there was no mingi in sight.
You walked through the kitchen to go out of the patio doors, finding mingi in the backyard next to the garden you used to steal strawberries from.
“There you are,” you breathed, walking on the grass barefoot towards him. The rain had stopped now, the only sign of it was the dewyness of the grass. Mingi was facing the other way, deep in thought as he stared at the crimson fruit in front of him. “Seonghwa just left.”
He nodded without a word. You took notice of his slumped shoulders and his unusual aura.
You reached out to touch him on the shoulder. “Mingi, I—”
“You're not gonna drop me for him now that he’s back, right?” he asked you, turning around to face you now.
His words hurt more than they should have. Even if you never declared you were in a relationship together, that doesn't mean you’d drop him for an old flame that never caught on fire.
You looked up into his eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes. They seemed to worry way too much.
You took a step closer to him, just enough to tightly wrap your arms around his slim waist. You didn't say anything to him at the moment. You just held him, knowing he needed to be held. It took a second for him to wrap his arms around you, and when he did, he squeezed you tightly, as if he were afraid you'd escape his hold.
“No, baby. I’m not gonna leave you,” you looked up at him, smiling bright. “Why would I leave the man I love?”
He stiffened in your embrace, pulling back slightly to read your expression. “What?” he spoke softly, his eyes wildly looking into yours. “What did you just say?”
“I said why would I leave the man I love?” you giggled nervously, knowing it was a bit rash to say. “That would be stupid. How could I do that?”
He held onto you tightly, but looked confused as ever. “I thought I was gonna be the first one to say it,” he smiled, focused solely on you and only you. “I was just worried you didn't feel the same.”
“Oh, come on,” you grinned, pulling him toward you again. “I thought it was obvious.”
He looked down at you, completely in love. “Well I love you, too, y/n,” he pushed his forehead against yours, leaning down to press his lips against yours. “More than you love me, of course.”
You scoffed, but still smiled happily as he kissed you again.
It was everything you ever wanted. From the way he made you feel—enough to write a book about him—and the way he cared for you as if you were the most expensive work of art in a museum. He cherished you, and you wanted to live out your life with him. You wanted to spend every summer, autumn, winter, and spring with him.
After all, He was your sun. Your world. And you were his moon, his everything.
synopsis: a barista who doesn’t know how to fully express his feelings learn how through the language of flower from the person next door, it’s a shame that they never realised what he was trying to say though.
a 3in1: coffee shop, flower shop, slice of life social media au
pairing: song mingi x reader
started: 13, november, 2022 ended: ??? status: on going | updates on wed and sunday
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