His Gaze
Here’s another new Mingyu fanfic inspired by a video I saw on TikTok when he attended the Dior Winter show.
Hope you enjoy! :)
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The studio was buzzing.
Lights flashed. Stylists moved around with hangers of clothes. Someone adjusted the reflector while the photographer lifted his camera again.
In the center of it all stood Kim Mingyu.
Tall, composed, effortlessly handsome under the bright lights of the magazine shoot. His dark hair was styled neatly, the tailored jacket hugging his frame perfectly as he leaned casually against the backdrop.
“Alright, Mingyu, chin slightly up,” the photographer called.
Click.
“Good. Hold that.”
Click. Click.
Mingyu shifted smoothly into the next pose, his movements natural after years of being in front of cameras. To everyone else, he looked completely focused.
Professional. Calm.
But his mind kept drifting.
All morning, one thought kept returning.
“I might stop by your shoot later.”
You had said it so casually the night before.
Just a simple message.
And yet, Mingyu had been thinking about it since he woke up.
He wondered what time you would come.
If you were already on the way.
If he’d notice you immediately when you walked in.
Or worse—
If he’d be in the middle of a shot and miss it.
“Okay, one more set,” the photographer said.
Mingyu nodded, adjusting his posture again.
Still, between the flashes of the camera, his eyes flicked briefly toward the studio entrance.
Nothing.
He told himself to focus.
She’ll come when she comes.
By the time afternoon sunlight began pouring through the tall studio windows, the shoot had already gone through several outfit changes.
The light had softened into a warm golden glow.
And right then—
The studio door opened quietly.
You stepped in, peeking around curiously.
Your eyes searched the room until they landed on him.
There he was.
Standing under the lights.
Looking ridiculously handsome like he always did.
Your lips curved into an involuntary smile.
Even after seeing him a hundred times, it still felt a little unreal.
You leaned against the wall for a moment, watching.
Mingyu was in the middle of another shot, one hand tucked casually into his pocket as he turned slightly toward the camera.
Click.
The photographer nodded approvingly.
Click.
The staff whispered among themselves.
He looked confident.
Focused.
Completely in his element.
You almost didn’t want to interrupt.
But eventually, the photographer lowered his camera.
“Alright! That’s good for this set.”
Mingyu relaxed slightly, rolling his shoulders.
And that’s when you started walking toward him.
A small bouquet of flowers rested in one hand.
In the other—
A cup of his favorite coffee.
Someone from the staff noticed you first.
“Oh—someone’s here for you.”
Mingyu turned.
And the moment he saw you walking toward him—
Something in his expression changed.
Just a second ago he had the sharp, charismatic look he used for cameras.
But now—
His gaze softened.
Like sunlight melting across calm water.
“You came,” he said, a little surprised, a little relieved.
“Of course I did,” you smiled.
You held out the coffee first.
“Your usual.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
“You remembered?”
“You order the same thing every time,” you laughed. “It’s not hard.”
Then you handed him the flowers.
“They’re for you.”
Mingyu blinked.
“For me?”
“Yeah.”
You tilted your head playfully.
“You’re the star of the shoot today, aren’t you?”
Mingyu looked down at the bouquet, then back at you.
“You brought me flowers and coffee,” he said quietly.
“You’ve been working all day,” you shrugged. “I thought you might need a little cheering up.”
For a moment, Mingyu just stared at you.
All morning he had been distracted thinking about when you might appear.
And now that you were standing right in front of him—
Smiling like that—
The entire studio suddenly felt brighter.
“They’re nice,” he said softly.
“I picked them myself,” she said proudly.
He looked back up at her.
And again—
His gaze softened.
The kind that happens when someone looks at a person they didn’t realize they were falling for… until that exact moment.
He leaned down, whispering to her ear gently, “Thank you.”
“Youre welcome Gyu.” She said as a smile slowly appeared on her face.
Somewhere behind the camera, the photographer whispered to a staff member,
“Wow… his expression just changed completely.”
And if anyone had taken a picture right then—
They would have captured the exact moment Mingyu realized something important.
That no matter how many cameras were pointed at him…
The only person he really wanted to see walk into the room—
Was you.
