tags: dom!jongho, quiet !!, semi public sex, fingering, creampie, manhandling, breeding kink if you squint, implied aftercare, not proofread
the dorm is a fucking circus.
seonghwaās yelling about something burning in the kitchen, wooyoungās cackling while chasing yeosang and san with a pillow, yunho and mingi are having a dance battle, and poor hongjoong is just sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
youāre tucked against the wall, arms crossed, already feeling the headache creeping in behind your eyes. jongho notices, not saying anything at first, just brushing past you on his way to the fridge, but his pinky hooks around yours for half a second.
a minute later, heās back with two cold water bottles in one hand, tipping his head toward the hallway. you follow the noise fading with every step, the roar of the living room becoming muffled thumping through the walls by the time you make it to his room.
you exhale as the door clicks shut.
jongho sets the water bottles on the dresser without looking away from you. ābetter?ā he asks, voice soft.
you nod, swallowing, āyeah..ā
he steps closer, backing you to the wall gently. his hand lifts, fingertips grazing your jaw before sliding back to cup the side of your neck. āyouāve been tense since this afternoon,ā he murmurs, ācould feel it from across the room.ā
you let out a shaky laugh, āeveryoneās loud.. iām just overstimulated.ā
āmm,ā his thumb strokes your jaw slower, ālet me fix it.ā
jongho leans in, kissing you deeply, tongue sliding against yours in a way that always makes your knees weak. one hand plants on the wall beside your head, while the other slips up your shirt, warm palm flattening against your stomach.
you whimper into his mouth, causing him to pull back just enough to look at you. āquiet, baby,ā he whispers, ādonāt want them hearing how pretty sound for me.ā
your hands fist in his hoodie, pulling him closer as you arch into him. jongho tugs your shirt up and off in one smooth motion, your nipples peaking when the cold air touches your chest. jongho groans low in his throat, palming one breast while his mouth finds the other. his tongue swirls, teeth grazing your nipple just enough to sting before sucking hard enough to sting.
ājongho-!ā
āshh,ā jongho hums as he switches sides, giving the same treatment to your other nipple. ālet me take care of you.ā
his free hand works the button of your jeans open, slipping his hand inside your panties, cupping you and letting his middle finger slide through your slick folds.
āso wet already,ā he mutters against yours skin. ābeen thinking about this, baby?ā
you nod frantically, āyeah- yeah, please-ā
he circles your clit, sinking one thick finger inside you, curling it enough to make you jerk against his hand. āfuck, youāre tight,ā he breathes, adding a second finger. āgonna take my cock so well.ā
he pumps his fingers deeper, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing messy circles while he captures you in a filthy kiss, swallowing every little sound you make.
you drip down his wrist, the wet sounds echoing in the room every time he fucks his fingers into you. āgonna cum like this?ā he murmurs against your lips, voice rough. ājust on my fingers while everyone is a few rooms over?ā you nod desperately, rocking your hips into his hand.
āgood girl,ā he smirks as he speeds up, thumb pressing perfectly against yours clit.
you cum hard, thighs shaking as your back arches off the wall, mouth open in a silent scream, clenching around his fingers over and over. jongho works you through it as he presses soft kisses along your jaw until you slump against him, panting.
jongho spins you around, bending you forward until your arms brace against the wall. he pulls your jeans and panties down to your thighs as he unzips his own pants, letting the blunt head of his cock nudge at you instantly.
he rubs the tip through your folds, coating himself in your slick as he teases your swollen clit.
ājongho- please-!ā you whine, trying to push back into him.
āshh, baby.ā he murmurs as he slides one hand up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades, the other hand gripping your hip. āgonna fill you up nice and slow.ā
he sinks into you inch by inch, stretching you open. you feel every ridge, until his hips are flush against your ass. āfuck,ā he hisses. āso fucking tight. always so perfect for me.ā
jongho slowly drags out of you before thrusting back in hard, hitting that spot that makes your vision go white. he leans over you, chest to your back, āyou feel that?ā he breathes, āfeel how deep i am? gonna ruin this little pussy so good.ā
you whimper as he speeds up, the sound of slapping skin filling the room. one hand snakes around to find your clit again, rubbing fast little circles with every thrust. āneed you to cum again, princess,ā he orders, voice ragged. ācum on my cock. let me feel it.ā
youāre already close, the angle and his fingers along with the filthy praise has you falling over the edge quickly. you clench so hard around him, enough for him to curse and stutter his hips as he fucks you through it.
jongho pulls out suddenly, flipping you around and pulling your legs around his waist, back against the wall again. he slides back in with one brutal thrust, pulling a loud cry from your lips.
his hand clamps over your mouth. āquiet, baby,ā he pants. ādonāt want wooyoung to walk in here while iām this deep in you.ā
he fucks you hard and fast, chasing his own release, forehead pressed to yours as he locks eyes with you. āgonna cum inside,ā he warns. āgonna fill you up. make sure you feel me for days.ā
you nod frantically, nails scraping his shoulders. āplease- please-!ā
he slams into you one more time before he cums with a broken groan, spilling inside you so much it leaks out around his cock, dripping down your thighs. he keeps rocking into you slowly, milking every last drop before he finally stills.
jongho kisses you softly, hand cradling the back of your head, ābetter?ā he whispers again.
you laugh breathlessly against his mouth, āso much better.ā
warnings - dom!yunho, sub!reader, sub!jongho, pussy eating, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation (reader is referred to as slut and toy), pet names (sunshine, sweet thing, honey for reader, puppy and good boy for jonghoā¦), face slapping, hair pulling, face riding
your skin feels like itās on fire, each fingertip that graces your skin like a hot coal making its mark. theyāre everywhere; your thighs, your stomach, your chin. try as you might, itās impossible to escape how overwhelming it is, the two men insistent on toeing the line between too much and not enough.
ākeep watching, sunshine,ā yunho growls from behind you, slowly grinding his hips up into you as his large hand keeps you staring into the floor-length mirror. his cock kisses that all-important spot within you and the sensation is just so much to deal with. that, combined with jonghoās lapping at your clit like a starving animal is enough to have your eyes fluttering shut in direct disobedience of yunhoās order. a light slap against your already reddened cheek is enough for you to remember your place, a drawn-out whine flowing through your lips as you struggle to pry your eyes open once more. āthatās it, sweet thing,ā he purrs as he angles your face in a way that gives him direct access to your neck, āi know itās hard but you can be a good little slut for us, right?ā
he doesnāt give you a chance to answer before connecting his tongue to your neck, licking a stripe from your clavicle to your earlobe in a disgustingly lewd display of dominance. itās almost too much of a coincidence when his teeth scrape against your pulse point, jongho mirroring the elder's actions between your thighs. they graze lightly over your sensitive bud and the way it makes your body melt has you thankful for the hands that hold you so tightly in place. despite the bruises that will no doubt blossom from their fingertips tomorrow, you canāt help but relish in the slight ache their tight grip provides. it grounds you, stopping your mind from shutting down and giving way to your carnal desires altogether. the pain is a safety net, in a way, and youāre more than happy to fall into it.
jongho pulls away briefly, tipping his head back so as to catch his breath. you can see his expression in the mirror, eyes glazed over with lust and lips glossed over with your slick. theyāre puffy, looking even more kissable than they usually do, and part of you wants nothing more than to capture them with your own. youāre not even sure youād mind tasting yourself on your tongue, positive of the fact that the simple pleasure of his spit mixing with yours would outweigh any of the cons. itās such a shame his face is so far from yours; you choose to settle and instead let your thumb trace over them like your own lips want to so badly.
ātastes so good, honey,ā he groans as your thumb smears your wetness over his chin. you watch as he chases it, quickly darting his tongue out to capture it and drag it into his awaiting maw. he looks like the picture of sex as his eyes slowly close, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks your slick from your skin. despite the feeling of yunhoās cock repeatedly brushing against your most sensitive spot making it almost impossible to keep your eyes open, the sight before you is too good to miss. he looks so pretty beneath you, flitting so easily between torturing you and acting so incredibly sweet. it makes your head spin.
ātell him heās a good boy,ā yunho purrs against your neck, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down your spine as it rumbles against you, āheās doing such a good job, cleaning up that messy pussy, right? heās even helping clean your fingers, look! such a good puppy for you, isnāt he?ā
you nod, but itās not enough for yunho. thereās another gentle slap against your cheek, harder than the last, but not hard enough that the sting doesnāt fade within a fraction of a second. he pairs it with a particularly sharp thrust that has your walls clenching around him, thighs squeezing poor jonghoās head a little tighter than you mean to. if anything, it makes it harder for you to get the words out, a moan slipping from your tongue before you can even garner enough coherence to form a sentence, but you know you have to try.
āgood boy,ā the words are barely above a whisper, but jongho seems to hear them nonetheless. he moans around your thumb, softly kissing the pad of the digit with his tongue before pulling his head back just enough for it to slip free. you almost expect him to say something, but youāre met with nothing but a happy sigh. itās almost as if he could stay down there forever, face buried in your pussy with you and yunho straddling his shoulders and chest. he seems more contented now than youāve ever seen him before, and as he connects his mouth to your folds once more, he looks relaxed.
you feel anything but that.
as his tongue returns to your clit, drawing pretty patterns against it, you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. the end is on the horizon, you can taste it on the tip of your tongue. it tastes like electricity; the very same that makes every cell of your body thrum with pleasure. it gets stronger and stronger with every thrust of yunhoās cock, every twitch of jonghoās tongue. itās like an engine revving to life within you, burning you up from the inside out. youāre close, so incredibly close.
you close your eyes again, squeezing them as tight as you can as you try to keep your sanity intact. itās crumbling quickly, and as yunho slaps your cheek a third time, harder than he has so far, you know itās over for you. as you somehow manage to crack your eyes open you feel that last little piece of your mind shut down, giving way entirely to your pleasure.
it washes over you like a wave, your core squeezing down on the dick buried deep inside of you. you hear yunho grunt from behind you as a warm stickiness fills you up. he fucks it messily into you, making sure youāve milked him dry before his hips come to an abrupt stop. although he doesnāt remove his cock just yet, you have no doubt some of his seed has managed to escape, but even if it has then it hasnāt seemed to have phased jongho. he continues to lap at your clit like your pussy is his final meal. whether heās drunk on it or just determined to make you cum on his tongue, youāre not entirely sure you care.
all you know is that it feels fucking wonderful.
ācum for us, sunshine,ā yunho says breathlessly into your ear. āyour puppy is doing such a good job, isnāt he? why donāt you give him what he wants?ā
thereās something about such filthy words being told to you in such a fucked out voice that works perfectly to tip you over the edge. the knot thatās been tightening in your stomach finally snaps and you feel your body give out on you entirely. the two men keep their grip tight, propping you up as jonghoās tongue keeps spurring you on through your climax. youāre grateful for their harsh grip, feeling more and more boneless the closer jongho draws you to the edge of overstimulation. you keen when you reach it, letting jongho know that youāre finished.
and even if jongho doesnāt understand it, youāre happy in the knowledge that yunho does. his hand slips from your stomach, landing gently in the mop of black hair that belongs to the younger man. long fingers lace their way through the thick locks, tugging gently on them until jongho pulls away he whines miserably as his saddened eyes meet yunhoās. heās pussy drunk for sure, made mindless by the taste of you on his tongue. if you werenāt so fucked out yourself, you probably wouldāve appreciated how cute he looked lying there with puffed-out cheeks and teary eyes.
āenough, puppy,ā yunho tells him, voice firm but not enough to hurt, ālet's give our precious little toy a rest for now, hm?ā
ć¼ā Warning: suggestive language, cursing, smut
ć¼ā Word count: 8.7k
ć¼ā Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au
ć¼ā Rating: mature
ć¼ā Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?
A/N: I chose no song for this chapter, so everyone is free to listen to whatever or not listen to anything at all, however, while doing the moodboard I was listening to Power and I actually started sobbing, so uh, you can give it a listen if you wish to! I won't yap here, so see you at the end of the chapter! <3 I hope you enjoy, and as always, let me know what y'all thought of the last chapter of my beloved series. divider
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Spring was finally approaching, the weather having turned less harsh and warmer in the span of a few weeks, slowly painting nature in its vibrant and gorgeous colors that I would never get enough of. And we were lucky the air was warmer now outside, because in the confines of the limited space of my little studio of my Arts Club at universityāwhich is more of a storage room to be fairāthe smell of fresh dye and incense mingled together almost in a nauseating way, leaving me no option but to crack open the small window of the studio. Well, since it was so high up, I had to ask Mingi to open it as I didnāt want to get on a chair as I would have had to walk to the front of the room, and I was too lazy to do that. Music played quietly in the corner from Mingiās portable speaker as he hummed along the melody of the song, typing away on his phone as his shoulders were slouched over, head lowered.
My eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as I bit my tongue, making sure the dye spread out evenly at the back of Mingiās head, not wanting to leave spots of his previously platinum blonde hair. Around a week ago, he and Seonghwa hung out under the pretense of watching movies and having a boys' night in which they would drink beer and maybe compose some music, however, the next day when Mingi came over to have lunch with my mother and me, his hair was short. The long strands that curled prettily against his nape and ears were gone, replaced by short spikey hair that stuck up against his head, giving him a punkish look. My mother had squealed when she saw him, touched his hair, and then cradled his cheeks, gushing about how handsome he was, making me glare at the two as they forgot about my existence. Instead, I went and set the table and left them to their usual gossiping, shaking my head when my mother told him all about the new hot doctor at work she had her eyes on.
At times, those two would get lost in their own world and forget about my existence, amusing me, but also prompting me to give them a side-eye. Donāt get me wrong, I was beyond the moon that my boyfriend and mother got along really well, but at times it almost felt like I didnāt even existāand before you would be like Mingi and say that I am dramatic, the fact that my mother seemed to love Yunho just as much as Mingi, definitely sent me into an existential crisis after the first time she confessed she loved the two as if they were her own sons. And about Yunho, well, yes, weāve worked out our differencesāwhich involved a lot of explaining, invoking buried memories, and a lot of apologies from Yunhoās sideāso now we were all a big happy familyāfamily as in not to be misunderstood, we all loved each other and had a nice bond. To be honest, I felt no mal-intent towards Yunho when after a month of dating Mingi we finally decided to sit down and discuss everything with his best friend, and I even found myself now confiding in him and asking him for advice in areas Seulgiāand Wooyoungācouldnāt help, because, after all, Yunho knew Mingi best. And Yunhoās girlfriend was an absolute angel and sweetheart, I took a liking to her quite quickly and found her love for literature rather adorable as sheād often quote her favorite characters from her favorite books.
Mingi snickered as I playfully pushed his head forward as I was done dyeing his platinum hair to a regular, darker, blonde with pink hues in it. I tried to look over his shoulder to see what he found so amusing but he cradled his phone to his chest and made me roll my eyes as I walked to the sink to wash the small bowl and the brush I used to dye his hair. Mingi changed the music to something more upbeat and a lot noisier than the music he, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa made, and I came to realize the speaker was playing Limp Bizkit. I couldnāt say that I enjoyed their music too much, I preferred something more indie, but I still appreciated some of their songs. I turned on the faucet and started washing the brush first as Mingi approached me and leaned against the counter, lips pursed as he tried to hide his cheeky smile. I threw him a questioning look as I rinsed the bowl out, applying a little soap in it to wash out the dye completely as Mingi finally spoke up, āCheck this out, āYour face is a work of art, my legs should frame it.āā
My eyebrows furrowed as I gave Mingi a confused look, quickly making him pout, āOh, come on! Itās āart rizzā!ā
I snorted as I placed the bowl and brush aside to dry, peeling the gloves off my hands carefully to not stain my clothes or skin, āYouāve had better ones Mings, besides, shouldnāt I be saying that to you?ā
āI mean,ā Mingiās eyebrows furrowed as he pocketed his phone in his light pink jeans, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He wore a white loose sleeveless tank top today, his biceps bulged from the action and I tried not to let my eyes linger on the well-defined muscles, āI definitely like the idea youāre suggestingāā
āAs if we havenāt done that already.ā I interrupted with a pointed look and Mingi just rolled his eyes.
āThatās beside the point,ā And then he was smirking, leaning into my space as I rinsed the soap off my hands, āwait, are you suggesting something right now?ā
āI just dyed your hair, Mingi, no, Iām not suggesting anything.ā I sighed, unimpressed, as I shut the faucet off and grabbed a small towel to dry my hands off in it. You see, Mingi is ratherā¦vocal with his needs and quick in executing them, so, I cannot say we havenāt been⦠active, if you know what I mean.
āPity.ā Mingi pouted for a second before he moved on to the next subject, his brain sometimes moving too fast for me to be able to keep up with him, āYou remember that well-dressed woman from our last gig at Outlaw?ā
āI sure do, she looked rather out of place with her pencil skirt and blouse.ā I hummed as I leaned my hip against the sink, facing Mingi. He grinned and then fished his phone out of his pocket again and unlocked it, clicking on something I couldnāt see. Then, he cleared his throat and raised it to a higher pitch that was definitely mocking the womanās voice.
āMr. Song, I am delighted to let you know that Horizon Records would love to work with Noir Zenith, and weād like to set an appointment as soon as it fits you and your bandmates' schedule. ā Hong J.ā Mingi bit his bottom lip as my eyes widened, prompting me to hold onto his wrist in excitement.
āWait,ā I said, eyebrows lightly furrowing, āisnāt this that super famous and huge record everyone dreams of getting signed to?!ā
And when Mingiās smile grew into a hug grin, I felt joy and excitement fill my senses as I grabbed both of Mingiās hands, jumping up and down as he giggled and followed along, the two of us jumping in small circles like little kids. I couldnāt believe my ears, this was even bigger than the last record they agreed to sign with for half a yearāthe one Hongjoong helped out withāand once their contract was over, they could sign a new one with Horizon Records.
āThatās fucking amazing, Mingi!ā I exclaimed loudly as we finally stopped jumping around, my heart beating fast as Mingi nodded in excitement, his teeth visible as he couldnāt stop smiling.
āI know, Wooyoung started running laps while screaming and Seonghwa cried clinging to me for half an hour when I told them.ā I chuckled at the image in my head, but quickly realized the message wasnāt fresh. Before I could go off on him for hiding something so important from me, Mingi beat me to it, a knowing glint in his eyes, āMrs. Hong sent the text yesterday afternoon and I only didnāt tell you about it because I knew weād meet today and I wanted to see your reaction, so, donāt be mad, please.ā
And how could I be mad at him when his plump lips were jutting out and his eyebrows raised in a manner that made him look adorable and heartbreaking at the same time? I huffed and squeezed his hands before I released them, trying to play off the fact that he already knew me so well, āI wasnāt about to get mad, Iām very happy for you and the rest of the boys, my love.ā
Mingi giggled and looked away, the high of his cheekbones slightly flushed, and I grinned because I could never get over the fact that calling him āloveā or āmy loveā turned him into a giggling and blushing mess. It was adorable, cute, and somehow still sexy, and before I would let any stray thoughts enter my head and distract me from the plans we had, I cleared my throat, āWe should eat that pizza we ordered, itās probably already gone cold.ā
Mingi hummed but didnāt speak up as I went to walk towards the white sheet we had laid on the floorboards to sit on, pizza, black nail polish, Mingiās pink beanie, and my sketchbook scattered all over it. However, before I could take another step, my feet suddenly werenāt touching the ground anymore as I was lifted by the waist, a squeal leaving my lips as I clutched onto Mingiās bare arms, āMingi! Put me down!ā
āNo.ā He giggled against my neck and I felt his warm lips press a small kiss against my nape as my hair was in a bun, then he was running towards the sheet as we both laughed, the song playing through the speaker drowned out by our loudness. He finally placed me back down on my feet when we reached the white sheet and I sat down in a crisscross position, opening the box of pizza as Mingi took his seat across me. I grinned as I grabbed a slice, my stomach growling in hunger once again, and then I took a bite of the cheesy pepperoni pizza, making Mingi chuckle as he looked less hungry and less eager to devour our lunch for today. I extended my hand for his phone and he gave it to me without a word, I typed in his password before I looked through his playlist, taking bites of my pizza in the meantime. I found a slower beat that I liked and switched the currently playing song to that and then handed his phone back after I locked it, smiling as Mingi was flipping through my newest sketchbook which had mostly drawings of him.
I didnāt expect him to flip to that particular page and I almost choked as the pizza went down a little array, making Mingi smirk as he pulled the drawing closer to himself, dark eyes inspecting his sleeping form in the drawing. Well, the drawing looked completely innocent unless you knew what happened before it, and I couldnāt help but blush harder when Mingi bit his lower lip, pizza in his hand forgotten as he traced the blanket that hung low on his naked hips, torso on display and face serene as he had been in a deep slumber. When he looked up, he didnāt look much too smug, but there was a glint in his eyes that I had become accustomed to too well. He was in awe, but he was turned on, and I couldnāt help but stuff my face more with pizza, satiating my hunger as a means of distraction from the fact that I drew Mingi post-sex not even four days ago.
āSometimes I wish I wasnāt a talented songwriter and composer but a good hell of a painter.ā His voice was deeper as he mumbled, taking a bite of his pizza as he glanced back down at the drawing, āI want to draw you too, to capture you in all forms and commemorate you for an eternity.ā
Well, what a way to make me blush harder. I grabbed another slice as I had finished the first one as a means to stall for a second, ponder over my answer, āYouāre good with your words though, unlike me. I always struggle to express myself concisely, yet to you itās easy. You create beautiful lyrics and you never fail to capture my true nature in your songs, so I think Iāll always live on in your music, Mingi, you have already commemorated me for an eternity.ā
That made Mingi blink in surprise as he hadnāt even realized that before, and I smiled as he gave me a lasting look before he flipped the page, the drawing of him playing with a kitten I had found outside my porch. Now, she was our kitten and she, obviously, loved Mingi more than meājust like my mother, I didnāt try to complain about this too, āYou inspire me like none other.ā
āYou inspire me too, Mings.ā Mingiās smile was shy as he continued flipping through the sketchbook, less filled than my other ones as I decided to dedicate this one only to him. Heād seen the older sketches plenty of times before, yet he never failed to become shy when looking through them.
I finished my slice of pizza, dusted my hands off and made sure my cheeks werenāt greasy as I leaned towards the black nail polish, shaking it in front of Mingi with a grin, āReady to get your nails painted?ā
He nodded excitedly and handed me his left hand as he still held his slice of pizza in the right one. His thick fingers were smooth and decorated with rings, much like mine, and I flipped my left hand around to place his palm in mine. After having arrived at my humble studio once we were finished with our classes for the day, Mingi got to work and painted my nails. He had bought some new nail polish a week ago and convinced me to surprise me with them, so, the nails on my left hand were now almost neon green and the nails on my right hand almost Barbie pink. Sometime along, painting each otherās nails became a habit, something we both enjoyed doing and now we could confidently call it our thing.
I concentrated hard to not smudge the skin around his nails, eyebrows furrowed and teeth clamping down on my bottom lip as Mingiās eyes were either on me or his nails, bobbing his head along to the rhythm of the song playing. He usually chewed loudly and I was thankful he kept his mouth closed this time, knowing that it would only irritate me if he started chewing on his slice of pizza aggressivelyāit wouldnāt be the first time he does it just to annoy me. As I finished doing his middle finger, his phone rang and Mingi reached over to his left side as he bit on the crust of his pizza, picking his phone off the floor as the music cut off. He accepted the phone call and put it on speaker as I chuckled and watched him take out the crust from his mouth so that he could talk.
āHey! Song Mingi!ā It was unmistakably Wooyoungās voice as he screamed into the phone, making me concerned that Mingi would lose his hearing if he had just normally picked up the phone without putting it on speaker, āWhatās up, bro?!ā
Mingi snickered, shaking his head as I finished painting the nails on his left hand, āI told you yesterday that I would hang out with Y/N after classes.ā
āAh, right,ā Wooyoung hummed as I leaned down to press a kiss against Mingiās hand, making him grin as he finished his slice, eagerly handing over his right hand to paint his nails, āAnd where are you two lovebirds?ā
āIn her studio,ā Mingi answered as I got to work, careful as always as I painted his pinkieās nail.
āNow that you mention, Seulgi said something about not being able to work on her assignment in the studio because of you two.ā
I scoffed and before Mingi could answer, I spoke up as I leaned towards the phone, āI told Seulgi to do her assignment not two days before the deadline, and I also told her a week ago that Iād be hounding the studio with Mingi today.ā
āHeard that babe?!ā Wooyoungās voice was distant just for a second, then he snickered, āShe says youāre lucky she loves you, otherwise she wouldāve kicked you out of your studio.ā
āMy own studio.ā I huffed and applied another coat over Mingiās forefingerās nail to even out the texture, āWhat a bitch.ā
āA bitch that is forced to listen to her best friendās constant bitching, whoās the bitch now, Y/N?ā Everyone snickered and I rolled my eyes as there was the unmistakable sound of a kiss pressed against a cheek through the phone, Mingi and I shared a look of mild disgust as I went to paint his thumbās nail.
āDonāt start making out while youāre on the phone with me, Wooyoung.ā Mingiās voice carried disgust but there was a hint of amusement, āAnyways, whatās the purpose of your call? You never call unless you need something or I ask you to remind me of something.ā
āItās neither this time,ā Seulgi chuckled through the phone, and then there was shuffling and I knew she walked away. I finished Mingiās nails and closed the bottle of nail polish, sitting up on my knees to kiss Mingiās cheek as he bit his lower lip, grinning at me as he wriggled his fingers happily.
āYou should worry about yourself, Woo,ā Mingi teased with a chuckle, āY/N and I will look impeccable, as always.ā
āThat is for sure,ā I muttered as I sat back on my ankles, watching Mingi with a grin as we had decided to match our outfits for the night.
āTalk to you later, weāve got some business to attend to with Y/N now.ā And then Wooyoung said his goodbye and they hung up as Mingi pointed towards the pizza with a pout, āIām still hungry, will you feed me?ā
And even if I said no and rolled my eyes, five minutes later Mingi had a teasing glint in his eyes as I fed him his third slice of pizza, smart enough to remain silent or else I wouldnāt have continued feeding him or helping him drink water while his nails dried.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Barely an hour later, when Mingiās hunger and thirst were satiated and his nails were dry, we replaced the white sheet with a huge flat canvas that we would paint over. We had agreed on painting a scenery, something similar to the creek we so much liked to visit when the weather allowed it, but sometime along my attempts at making it look like the actual creek, Mingiās not so painter skills came into the mix and created aāwhatever that did not look like the creek. He refused to admit that what was supposed to be the water now looked like the sky, making the whole painting look like it was upside down from our standpoint, and he also kept on vehemently denying that he tried to paint a dick over the trunk of the tree I spent at least fifteen minutes on to make it look as realistic as possible. All in all, I concluded that without Mingi here I wouldāve been able to finish the painting in a maximum of three hours, however, now there was no future for finding a vision in whatever we have created.
But I didnāt mind, because this was Mingiās and my work, something we created together while laughing and talking about whatever came to our minds, the atmosphere light and joyful. I had also washed out the dye from his hair and we towel-dried it, making it look spikier than usual. I couldnāt lie, this new hair made Mingi look incredibly hot, and it took me some willpower to not jump him as he looked at me with those sharp eyes and a knowing smirk, the asshole.
āBut youāll dye it back to black soon, right?ā I asked while painting clouds over the once creek turned sky now. Mingi was behind me, crouched down, and his clothes still somehow miraculously not stained. I wore my old overall knowing that Iād stain myself the second I opened a can of paint, and I wasnāt wrong at all as the edges of my pants were already stained green and white.
āI mean, do you hate this color?ā Mingi asked from behind me as he dipped his brush into black, terrifying me of whatever he had in mind to do with the color once I saw him.
āWhat the hell do you need black for?!ā I exclaimed as I grabbed his wrist, making his eyebrows shoot up in amusement.
āArenāt artists supposed to just go with the flow?ā His lips jutted out as he playfully leaned closer, my eyebrows furrowing as I was ready to oppose his idea, āYouāre making me question your working etiquette, doll, I donāt find you creative enoughāā
āAs if!ā I exclaimed only mildly offended as I knew Mingi was only teasing me, āGoing with the flow and trusting your instincts is one thing, love, but having no vision or idea in mind is plain terrifying.ā
āI was going to sign the top of it, but never mindāā
āFine,ā I groaned, gripping his wrist to stop Mingi from twisting away. His voice was whiney and he was pouting, not even looking at me as if he was offended. I knew he wasnāt; he was just acting up to get what he wanted. And unfortunately, it was working embarrassingly well on me, āSign it.ā
āGreat!ā He beamed as he leaned forward, mindful of staining his pink jeans with paint and I sighed as I shook my head, making curved lines before I colored them to make them look more like clouds. I had no idea what would become of the painting, but I certainly was eager to find out.
āBack to your hair,ā I spoke up as Mingi carefully drew his āfix onā signature onto the canvas, āI donāt hate the blonde but I miss your natural color, it suits you more, makes you look cuter and softer.ā
āAw,ā Mingi turned back to give me puppy eyesāwhich he learned from Yunho, no doubt, āyou like your boyfriend to be all soft and cute? I thought you like it when I get all wild and destroyāā
āDo not finish that sentence, Song Mingi.ā I threatened as I sat back, brush pointed threateningly towards Mingi.
āOr what?ā His crooked teeth showed as he grinned, quirking an eyebrow to annoy me further. I huffed and tried to think of a good comeback, but came up empty-handed for once so I gave him a pointed glare.
āIāll stain you with paint.ā
āBet.ā
āBet.ā
And I know Mingi didnāt expect me to actually follow through with my childish threat, but as I jerked my wrist in his direction, the remaining paint from my brush flew off and, well, stained his white sleeveless tank top. Mingiās mouth fell open as he gaped down at himself, and I laughed, giving him a smug look.
āWhat, did you think I was fucking around?ā
āOh, Iāll make you wish you never did that!ā
And before I could prepare myself for whatever attack he had planned, he pressed his hand against his brush and coated it in black paint then sprung towards me, making me gasp as his thick fingers drew a cold line against my cheekbone. Mingi grinned as I stared at him in surprise, but I reacted soon quickly as I pressed my fingers into the fresh paint on the canvas and returned the favor, the only difference being that I drew a circle on his forehead with white paint. Mingi blinked once, then twice, and a mischievous grin spread onto his lips which told me that I was in trouble.
I quickly scrambled to my feet, but Mingi was fast as he dug his whole hand in green paint and slapped my ass painfully hard, making me cry out as it stung even through the fabric, making me give him a deadly glare, āSong Mingi! That fucking hurt!ā
āYouāre a pussy.ā He stuck his tongue out and I tsked, leaning down to push my whole hand inside the red paint. Mingiās eyes widened as I gave him a victorious smirk, eyes narrowing as he jumped up to his feet, holding his arms up in defeat.
āOkay, Iām sorry, I didnāt mean to start a warāā But his futile attempts at saving his ass fell on deaf ears as I cackled and took off towards him, making him yelp as he tried to duck and run away, making us run around the canvas. We were both barefoot and as Mingi tried to jump over the canvas, he miscalculated where his long legs would land and landed on his freshly painted signature, making him yelp again as it was no doubt cold against his feet. I laughed as I easily caught up with him and felt up his chest, biting my lower lip as Mingiās eyes widened.
āOh, no, your white shirt is all stained now.ā I fake pouted as Mingi froze, incredulous eyes looking between me and his shirt. I chuckled and clapped my hands together, deciding that my job was done here, but then Mingi was stepping back and leaving foot marks all over the canvas on purpose. I scoffed but didnāt care much, the poor painting had been long ruined. I crossed my arms in front of my chest in defiance as he dipped both of his hands in pink paint and then gave me a grin as he beckoned me over with a finger. I huffed in disbelief as if Iād hand myself over willingly to him. And he knew that because I dipped both of my hands in light blue paint and faced him again. Our stare-off was intense and calculating as we both tried to guess the otherās next step, and thinking Iād have the upper hand, I stepped in the middle of the canvas just as Mingi moved too and I raised my hands to dirty his tank top even more when he cupped my cheeks and made me squeal.
The paint felt cold against my skin and I knew it would dry it out once it started drying itself, but I was far too amused to worry about something so insignificant right now. Wanting revenge, I grasped his hair and massaged my hands well into the freshly dyed darker blonde strands, making his hair look like cotton candy due to the pink hue mixing with the light blue of the paint.
āMy hair! Y/N!ā Mingi whined loudly slapping my hands away, but I wasnāt finished as I dirtied his jaw, neck, and tank top too. Mingi was pouting hard and glaring at me at the same time, already sharp eyes turning sharper and full of revenge as he flushed his body against mine and cupped my ass over the fabric, gripping tightly and kneading the flesh.
āMingi!ā I exclaimed, content with being so close to him, but also annoyed that he kept going for my ass, āLeave my ass alone, you idiot!ā
āYou ruined my hair!ā
āI told you to dye it black and not a different shade of blonde.ā
āI thought you were a firm believer in people doing whatever they want.ā
āI am, but youāre my boyfriend and I find you hotter with black hair.ā
āWell, youāre my girlfriend and I find you hotter with my dick down your throat.ā
We both paused as my eyes widened and Mingi caught himself a second later, cheeks flushing as he looked sheepish, finally releasing my ass as his hands settled around my hips instead, āOopsie, that went too far but itās the truthāā
He cried out as I whacked him over the head, giving him a fierce look, āYeah? I also find you hotter gagged around my fingersāā
āWe only did that once!ā
āAre you afraid it makes you less masculine?ā
āI agreed to let you peg me, bro.ā
āI know, bro, and you fucking enjoyed it.ā
āSo, whatās the issue here?ā
āThat you keep slapping and kneading my ass, leave it alone.ā
āOkay, princess, my bad.ā
āYouāre the princess, Mingi, not me. Youāre always whining.ā
āAnd youāre always beating me up, Y/N.ā
āAm not!ā
āYeah, you are!ā
I scowled at Mingi and pushed him back by the chest, by no means aggressively or harshly, but his dramatic ass pretended to stumble and then he fell back, splaying out across the canvas. I huffed and pinched the bridge off my nose as he made fake crying noises, blinking up at me slowly, āSee? Iām huwt.ā
I closed my eyes to compose myself and control the need to kick him in the balls for being cringy, āDonāt talk like that, oh, my God.ā
āDo you hate it?ā He grinned evilly as I walked off the canvas, and to look at me, he turned onto his stomach as he cupped his chin and raised his legs to swing them in the air. He looked like a mess with the paint all over his hair, face, and body, some having gotten onto his pants too now that he was laying on the canvas. I chuckled and shook my head as I eyed my boyfriend, knowing that I looked probably just as messy as him.
āI do, actually, youāre only cute when youāre not trying to be cute.ā I deadpanned and Mingi huffed dramatically, letting his arms fall as he pressed his forehead against them. Eyes falling on his round ass, I knew it was my time for payback, and I moved swiftly before he could realize what I was aiming forāit wouldnāt be the first timeāso I quickly kneeled next to him and leaned down, baring my teeth as I opened my mouth wide. At first, Mingi jumped when my teeth made contact with his jeans and then when I bit down hard, he yelped, soon turning into loud cries as I continued to bite his left ass cheek harder and harder. He started flailing around and I pulled back with a cackle after I made sure my teeth had sunken in deep enough. But, I had no time to react as he quickly turned around and leaped onto me, landing on top of me as I fell back onto the canvas, no doubt smudging even more whatever paint hadnāt dried yet.
Mingi got on top of me, sitting on my hips as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, pinning me to the floor. I smirked as I raised my eyebrows tauntingly at him, watching his eyes slowly rake over my body to take me in.
āThat hurt.ā
āFair enough, it hurt too when you slapped my ass.ā
āWell, you have no right to whine so much about it anymore.ā
āI do if you keep slapping it, and I also have the right to bite your ass as revenge.ā
Mingiās eyes narrowed and I giggled as he slowly leaned down, placing his hands on both sides of my head to prop himself up, effectively caging me between himself and the floor. I continued looking at him challengingly as he bit his bottom lip, eyes never settling as they searched my face for even a fraction that showed that I would back down. But I wouldnāt, and he knew that by now as he suddenly smirked too, leaning so close our lips brushed against each other.
āI think I won, doll.ā
āI didnāt know we were in a contest, love.ā
And then he sealed his lips against mine, shutting up the both of us in the most effective way as our lips moved slowly, savoring each otherās taste and lips. Mingi shifted above me and I eagerly opened my legs to let him settle between them as I hugged his torso, hands raking up and down his back slowly as his hips pressed firmly against mine. I smirked against Mingiās lips when his breath hitched in the back of his throat due to my fingers tangling into his short strands now a little crusty from the red paint in it, it was no secret that Mingi liked it when I pulled on his hair. He cupped my chin with one hand as he pressed his weight on his left arm, the only cue I needed to open up my mouth to grant him access. We both sighed in contentment as his tongue slowly glided against mine, my legs coming up around his hips to lock Mingiās body against mine.
Mingi moaned when I tangled my fingers just a little harder into his hair, letting him lap at my tongue as he explored my mouth, my body growing hotter as the seconds passed by, hands slipping under his loose tank top to feel up his warm skin. The skin of his back was smooth and I pressed my nails into it as I slowly racked it up his back, feeling Mingi shiver against my body as he jerked his hips forward, making me hum against his mouth as he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and clamped down on it, sucking hard. I groaned and dug my nails into his shoulders, pulling my head back to be able to lean up and press kisses against his lean neck, his cologne mixing with the paint that was smeared all over us. My lips were hot as I parted them to press wet kisses against his flesh, sucking in the areas I knew Mingi was sensitive to, making him groan and jerk his hips forward again. With a hand slipping down to his hips, I gripped him firmly and prompted him to grind against me, Mingiās head buried in my hair as I continued to press kisses until I reached his collarbones, gripping the hem of his tank top. He wasted no second as he pulled back just slightly, slipping the fabric off his torso, leaving it bare for me as I grinned at him, feeling his chest and abs up as he worked at the clips of my overall.
I kissed the skin between his pectorals and then pressed up on my elbows as Mingi made quick work of slipping the overall down to my waist and ultimately out of them as goosebumps covered the bare skin of my legs. We threw the overalls off to the side and Mingi was then moving back, down between my legs as he hovered above my thighs, eyes boring into mine as he pressed a feather-like kiss against my left thigh. I gulped and fisted my palms as heat pooled in my lower stomach, his lips always featherlight as he advanced higher up on my thighs with nips and kisses, sometimes licking at the skin teasingly. I knew my cheeks were flushed as I felt hotter by the minute and I shuddered when his lips pressed against my core through the fabric of my panties, making the breath hitch in the back of my throat. Mingi smirked and did it once again before he licked a slow strip upward, closing his eyes to hum, and I let my fingers tangle in his hair as he tapped my inner thigh, moving away from where I wanted him most.
He sat back to undo the buttons and zipper of his jeans, and I watched in anticipation as he slipped the fabric off his thick thighs and ass slowly, in a teasing manner, bottom lip between his teeth as he was half hard already, eyes hooded once he was done with his half-assed striptease. I chuckled and he was all over me again, hips flushed against mine again as I wrapped my legs around his hips, eager to feel his heavy body press me down into the floor. Mingiās fingers gingerly traveled from my waist up to the hem of my blouse and then he brought it over my head and arms, landing in the pile of clothes to the side. And then his lips were over mine again, licking into my mouth and biting my lip messily as he slowly ground his hips against mine, making me hold onto him as it was easy to feel him in just our underwear. One of my hands went to tease at the elastic of his boxers and, despite him talking shit about it, I knew he liked it when I kneaded his ass, the skin sensitive for him there.
Mingi moaned and ground just a little harder against me, making me burn for him more as he cupped one of my boobs through the bra, pinching the bud as our tongues moved messily without much purpose or goal, too focused on how our bodies felt with the ministrations done to it. As he pressed himself up on his elbow, the hand that grabbed my boob traveled lower on my body until it was inside my panties and rubbing circles against my clit, making me moan out his name loudly, his length grinding up against my thigh as he bit my collarbone, making me screw my eyes shut as I was throbbing for him. But he was a little shit and he only teased, rubbing but never quite letting his fingers slip inside as he chuckled against my ear, making me grit my teeth at him as I gripped his wrist to keep him pressing against my clit as my hips kicked off the floor.
āYouāre wet, doll.ā
āAnd youāre not doing enough, love.ā
Mingi chuckled again and I moaned as he teasingly slipped just the tip of his finger inside, his rings cold against my burning skin, my nails digging into the flesh of his ass. Mingi groaned and pulled back, making me groan in frustration as I glared at him, but he quickly silenced me with his lips as I felt him pull down my panties, I shimmied my hips to help him get over with it faster. He grinned and nipped at my bottom lip as I pushed his boxers off too, grabbing his dick to teasingly rub at his slit, making him hiss against my lips as our eyes fluttered open.
āWhat? Only you can tease?ā Mingiās eyes were dark and narrowed as he bucked against my hand, my pace awfully slow in jerking him off, āI could tell you to get off me and I would go on with my merry dayāā
āSure,ā Mingi grinned, lips ghosting against my ear as his voice had dropped lower than usual, grabbing my wrist to stop my movements, ābut you love my dick too much to pass up on it.ā
I scoffed but said nothing, perhaps a little too desperate to have it inside me finally. I hated it when he teased me too much, and because Mingi knew this, he never passed up on the opportunity to get on my nerves even when we were having sex. He enjoyed it perhaps a little bit too much. But the teasing was finally over as he had gotten enough of it, eager to push in as he lined himself up with my entrance, pressing a kiss against my lips.
āI donāt have a condom.ā He whispered, eyes searching mine.
āJust pull out, Iām fine.ā I circled his shoulders, embracing myself as my core throbbed, eager to have his size expand my walls. Mingi hummed and then pressed another kiss against my lips as he slowly pushed inside, having to take it slow as he didnāt stretch me out with his fingers first, the burn insistent despite our active sex life. I still havenāt gotten used to it, but I didnāt mind as it only made me wetter for him, more eager to take him. Mingiās bottom lip was between his teeth as he kept his breath labored, concentrating on not hurting me and taking it slow until I said so. I let my fingers run through his hair as I sighed, trying to relax my muscles and just melt into his arms, pressing a kiss against his cheek when he paused abruptly, shuddering.
āYouāre so tight,ā His voice was barely above a whisper and strained, āIām about to burst.ā
āSo soon?ā I asked with a chuckle, teasing as it earned me a sharp glare, āAnd whose fault it is Iām so tight? Your fingers are there for a reason.ā
āShut up.ā Mingi groaned and then pressed in fully, a gasp leaving my throat at the sudden move, eyebrows scrunching up as he pressed in deep, making me feel fuller than before. My walls clamped down against his dick and Mingi pressed his forehead against mine as I embraced him, letting my fingers tangle in the short hair against his nape. I nodded, eyes boring into each other, and then Mingi was moving, slowly at first, pulling out only halfway before he was pressing back in, sighs leaving my lips as the pleasure was slowly building up, my hips moving in an attempt to meet his thrusts.
He secured his knees better against the canvas and pressed up on his elbows, hovering over me as his cross necklace dangled in my face, and the image was way too good and hot, knocking a moan out of me as he started thrusting faster, hips slamming back against mine as our pace got faster and more urgent, our breathy moans falling against each otherās lips as I nipped on Mingiās bottom lip. I hooked a finger against the silver chain as his nose scrunched up, hips slamming back against mine with more purpose, more power, and eagerness as he looked down between our bodies, a grunt leaving his lips as he enjoyed the view. I hooked my legs tighter around his hips and prompted him to move faster, most of my moans were swallowed as we had to remember that we were at university still, in my own studio, so we couldnāt be too vocal. The walls here werenāt soundproof like in Mingiās studio, yet staying quiet proved to become harder and harder as Mingi started pistoning his hips, grunts turned into low moans as he slammed his lips against mine, our breaths getting swallowed as our teeth knocked together, saliva gathering in the corner of our mouths as I pressed my hands against the small of his back, my own arching off the floor for an even better angle, keening his name when he finally reached the spot that had me seeing stars.
But Mingi was a diligent man who took his time in everything he did, even sex, and if he could prolong our orgasms, then he certainly would, so I had no doubt weād be at it for a while, subsequently making us late to Auroraās opening. And we couldnāt have that happening, but our brains were too fogged up and busy with something else to notice Wooyoungās insistent texts on Mingiās phone or my motherās call to remind me I had to be home in fifteen minutes to start getting ready. Oh, well.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Turns out, we got there just in time and nobody screamed our ears offāIām looking at you Wooyoungāand Seonghwa was certainly overwhelmed when he saw the number of people that showed up for the opening. It was a mix of all age groups and people who knew Seonghwa and Hongjoong from different places, like Hongjoongās employees or Seonghwaās colleagues from his major, and there were even more fans of Zenith Noir that showed up, surprising all three of the guys. Seulgi and I stood to the side with grins on our faces as their fans swarmed them and gushed about the beautiful designs Seonghwa had displayed, some put behind glass to protect the expensive material Hongjoongās team had worked on, and some even put out to be tried on and bought if someone desired to do so.
When everyone was done appreciating Seonghwaās efforts and creations, he announced with a cheeky smile that the next time anyone visited, the front lobby would be decorated by other artistsā works, but because I had a special request, tonight my works were displayed in the room adjacent to this. I felt my heart in my throat as Seonghwa led us towards the dark room, then our eyes met and I nodded with a small smile, biting my bottom lip as the light switch was flipped on, coating the room in light. I turned to look at Mingi in anticipation as his eyes widened, and he broke free of the crowd, hurrying inside to take in the entirety of the room, from being incredulous to teary-eyed and then looking like the happiest man on Earth, I couldnāt help it but let my heart swell in happiness and pride as I watched him chuckle and look at me with eyes filled with pure and honest love.
The soft sage green walls were decorated with two portraits of Mingi I had sketched out right at the beginning when I had met him, when I wasnāt so familiar with all of his features yet. Then it progressed to the moments I had captivated as our relationship slowly progressed into that of friendship, us sitting in his car, Mingi driving, Mingi laughing at making me flustered, Mingiās sharp eyes watching me in a faceless crowd, Mingi up on stage shining like the star he is, Mingi gazing at me with yearning in his eyes, Mingi hugging me warmly into his chest, Mingi chewing on his bottom lip in concentration as he sat in his chair in his studio, working on his music, Mingi looking upset because I rudely disregarded everything thatās happened between us, Mingi angry because I was too stubborn to admit my feelings for him, too afraid to move on from Yunho, and at last, Mingi smiling so widely his eyes disappeared, nose scrunched up and his front teeth showing a little more than usual, pure happiness painting his face.
There was a low murmur amongst the crowd as everyone took in the sketches, drawings, and paintings, but I was only focused on Mingi and his reaction to seeing the stages of our relationship displayed through my eyes, my feelings, and my thoughts. And then, more towards the end of the exposition, there was an old sketch of Yunho I had done while still mulling over the failure of our relationship, and right next to it was a painting of both Yunho and Mingi as they sat next to each other, laughing about whatever was funny at that moment. I had captured the moment when Mingi, me, Yunho, and his girlfriend had gone out for dinner, and then I decided I wanted to paint it twice and gift it to Mingi and Yunho for Christmas. I suppose Mingi would get his sooner than Yunho, Iām sure neither would mind.
Seonghwa announced that I was the artist behind the creations and the room erupted in cheers and claps as people complimented me on my talent, but my eyes were on Mingi only as his blazer was glittery underneath the white light, matching my floor-length glittery black dress. He opened his arms and I didnāt waste any more seconds to approach him and let him crush me in his arms, his embrace warm and reassuring as he pressed his face into my hair, exhaling loudly as I embraced him back just as tightly, closing my eyes as my heart was racing. These past three months I spent next to him had been the best time of my life ever, he made me happier and feel safer than anyone else ever. He helped me get better at controlling my explosive emotions and he helped me slowly break down the walls I so defensively built up after Yunhoās departure. He made me unafraid to love and to receive love, he made me want to spend the rest of my life with him.
I wanted a forever with him.
āI love you, Mingi.ā And it was the first time I voiced those thoughts, voice clear but quiet so that only heād hear it. I felt Mingi freeze, a gasp leaving his mouth as he pulled back, holding me at arm's length as I smiled at him softly, āI love you.ā
Mingi gulped as his eyes suddenly turned teary, and he cupped my cheeks as he lowered his head to press his forehead against mine, inhaling deeply as he nodded his head. Heād said those three words to me before, unafraid and unashamed to let me know how he truly felt towards me, and I finally found the courage to say it back. I finally was ready to let him know just how much I felt for him, that I loved him just as much as he loved me.
āI love you, Y/N, so much.ā His voice trembled and he kept his eyes closed out of fear of having the tears escape them, and I hummed, resting my hands on his shoulders as I gently rubbed the skin of his neck in an attempt to soothe him.
āI love you just as much, Mingi.ā
And he smiled, pressing his warm lips against mine with the unspoken promise that this would last forever, that this was what we both had been searching for. Safety, contentment, honesty, friendship, and freedom, a love that was honest and unafraid. It seemed like our future was rather promising, next to him, I could take on anything. We wonāt forget to look at the moon tonight.
I love you, Song Mingi.
A/N: So, hello once again, I am so-so grateful if you made it 'til the end. I cannot believe I'm actually finished with this story and it's a really bittersweet feeling actually, because I am as happy as sad, no joke I kinda cried a little bit. I absolutely love the character and personality I have created for Mingi in this story and I love MC and his dynamic so much, that I find it so freaking hard to let go of them omg, what's happening to me?!
I just really really want to thank everyone who stuck around from start to finish, or from the middle of the story, or showed up as we neared the end of it, I am so so grateful to you all for being patient with me and showering me with love and making me look forward to posting. I was always so excited about a new chapter because I wanted it to be the best, and when I felt like it wasn't, you reassured me that it was and it made me really happy.
I started this story nine months ago, back on the 15th of December, which is funnily enough my sister's birthday so now I will never forget the date I posted it lol, and I find it so freaking crazy that this whole story came from a random brainstorming with my best friend in my car (@orshii), right as we finished our classes at university, brains fried off and ready to end everything, and yet, here I am, trying not to cry again ffs because of how much I grew to love every character in the story.
A little insight: the story at first started out as a random plot that was somewhat similar to 10 Things I Hate About You (which is one of my favorite movies) as Mingi was inspired by Patrick's character and our MC by Kat's, but as time went on, the story and our characters became their own and thus this is how Love Me Like A Rockstar was created. Back at that time I was also obsessed with this song, which played a part in the story becoming a rockstar!au beside Mingi acting like a whole ass rockstar during Crazy Form era lol, and even the title is inspired by the censored version of the song.
I think I made this note already too long, so I'll try to wrap it up. I really want to thank absolutely everyone who reads the whole story, to my loyal readers who were here for every chapter and for all of your thoughts and theories and for making me smile, really. Those who stumbled upon this when it's already finished, I hope you enjoyed each chapter and had fun exploring the world I created (this applies to those too who stuck around while it was still on-going) and I always appreciate your feedback, it's never too late! Thank you everyone, and I hope to see you back for my other stories! <3
ć¼ā Warning: none
ć¼ā Word count: 7.8k
ć¼ā Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au
ć¼ā Rating: sfw
ć¼ā Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?
A/N: Hello, my lovelies! And the last actual chapter is here (as I still have an epilogue ready for you all), I can't believe we're wrapping up LMLAR and that I have to let go of the characters I have created for this story. I can't lie, I might have become really attached to Mingi in this story because I accidentally portrayed in him my ideal type, but what's new? I somehow always manage to hurt myself when I write with Mingi lol (ig that's the burden I have to carry if I write a story with my bias lol) I will be going on a holiday for possibly two weeks, so that means I won't be able to write nor update for two weeks (which sounds horrible and I'm already dying over it, but I hope I'll manage to find time to still write even if a little). Now, don't worry too much about the epilogue and I ask you to read the note at the end of this chapter attentively! ;) For once, I am asking you all to listen to Follow You after you've finished the chapter and not before or during it! I'm curious if the lyrics will be familiar hehe. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and let me know through feedback <3 divider
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Being here with him, doing this with him had no business being so nerve-wracking. This was Mingi, the guy I hated at firstādid I?āand then found a friend in andāwell, now found something more in himāwanted more from him. But the flutter of my heart and my stomach twisting despite still feeling somewhat calm, reminded me that no matter that I was with Mingi, this was a completely new setting for us. Yes, it was just the two of us going out and about, but at the same time, it was a date. Something we both discussed and agreed upon, leaving our houses with the purpose of going on this date, the two of us. And perhaps it wasnāt even me feeling nervous about going on a date with Mingi per se, but more the fact that I hadnāt done something like this in ages, which made me feel giddy about it. Like a child when they get the present they really wanted on Christmas Eve.
Mingi, like the true gentleman he was, had picked me up once we were both done with our classes for the day, the sun only half an hour away from setting. The sky had been coated in orange and pink hues as Mingi drove us to an unknown location, grinning from ear to ear as he talked about his day to fill the silence since his old Hondaās stereo had stopped working a few days ago. I didnāt mind that, not at all, if that meant I got to listen to his deep voice and excited tone as he told me about his professor asking about Outlaw and whether he was allowed to attend one of Noir Zenithās performances. It seemed like word had gotten out lately about Mingiās band, and even more people from our university were interested in watching them play, I feared soon Outlaw wouldnāt be enough to house the fans. The thought made me feelāmade me feel proud and happy for him. Mingi deserved this, he was hard-working and diligent, and I wished him nothing but the best.
When I realized that Mingi was driving us to a rather high-end part of the city with tall and fancy buildings, I found myself more nervous about the surprise he had in mind for me. I didnāt exactly want to dine out in a super expensive restaurantāit really wasnāt my thingābut if this is what Mingi prepared for us, I wouldnāt mind. I knew Iād enjoy myself as long as he was by my side. But, thankfully, he veered us away from the main street and drove down a few narrower ones, buildings nestled together and looking cozier than ever. Graffiti and murals covered every second bricked wall, and I watched curiously as Mingi pulled over and parked the car at the side of the road, in front of a black building, smaller than the ones in the area but a lot more modern and fancier looking. It was dark inside and looked unlived in, but I didnāt question him when he just grinned and grabbed a blanket and basket out of the backseat, then grabbed my hand and guided me towards its front door.
He had fumbled with the key for a second and I snickered at him as he flushed, but then we were inside and I watched in awe the high windows, the place vacant of anything. It was dark, now with the sun setting as well, and I noticed that quite a few lightbulbs were still missing, but Mingi grabbed my hand and walked us towards the end of the hallway.
āAre you sure weāre supposed to be here?ā I asked quietly, as if afraid someone would hear us. The place was unfurnished still and Mingi hummed as I noticed light coming from a room whose archway was covered by a black blanket so that you couldnāt see inside. I had paused and looked at Mingi questioningly as he chewed on his bottom lip, then released my hand and yanked the blanket down. My eyes widened at the scenery inside, completely taken aback by the fairy lights strung above and the fort which was built by three stands and a blanket dangled over them. Besides the fairy lights, there was a projector and the white wall was covered in the image of a forest, with a creek slowly flowing through, and the distant sound of birds chirping echoed around the room, it was quiet so as not to disturb any conversation.
My jaw was completely on the floor as I felt my heart race even faster, completely in awe at the view in front of me. I couldnāt believe someone would do something so sweet for me, and as I turned to look at Mingi, for the first time, he looked nervous. He smiled tentatively and I noticed his trembling fingers as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his tall nose, and then without thinking, I threw myself in his arms, hugging his torso tightly as I gnawed on my bottom lip, embarrassed by the sudden tears in my eyes as I buried my head in his chest. Mingi made a surprised noise in the back of his throat but didnāt hesitate to return the embrace, and I had to gulp multiple times to try and get rid of the lump in my throat. Nobody has ever done something this nice for me. It was thoughtful, there was effort put into it, and I knew Mingi did this all by himself.
āSo, based on your reaction, I assume you like this?ā He didnāt sound smug or playful, he sounded genuinely curious, and for a second, I couldnāt believe I was stupid enough to even think of ruining a relationship with someone this precious.
āI love it, Mingi.ā I whispered into his chest, the softener of his clothes carrying a flowery scent that mingled with his cologne that I was familiar with by now. It felt safe, it felt warm, and Mingi was comforting to be around.
āOh, thatās good.ā He heaved a sigh and I finally managed to get rid of the tears as I pulled my head back to look up at him, his cheeks were flushed a deep red, a great contrast against his tanned skin and platinum hair, āI was scared youād hate it, but Wooyoung told me to trust my gut, so I did.ā
I smiled and released him, stepping back to offer him space so that he could proceed with his plans. He beckoned me further inside the warm room, towards the fort as he laid the blanket out on a mattress for us, placing the picnic basket next to it, āIf the weather wouldāve allowed it, I wouldāve loved taking you down to the creek for a little picnic under the warm sun, but autumn and winter suck, so I had to get creative.ā
āI wasnāt expecting anything less from you.ā I chuckled as I had walked towards him, shrugging off my long coat. Mingi followed suit and I took my time to take in his attire, loose black jeans held onto his narrow hips by a thick belt, a beige sweater tucked in slightly at the front, and a black denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up. His wrists were decorated with beaded bracelets, the rings toned down as he only had three on his left and one on his right hand, three necklaces dangling at different lengths around his neck. His nails were bare today, void of the familiar black tint. And, without meaning to, it seemed like we wore matching outfits for our date. I wore black jeans which was loose at the knees paired with a black off-shoulder long-sleeved blouse and a beige sweater with holes over it. I didnāt want to comment on my observations as Mingi settled on the mattress with a grin, patting the spot next to him, āWhatās this place though? Are you sure weāre allowed to be here?ā
Mingi chuckled as he opened the basket, pulling out the thermos I had brought the hot chocolate in for him days ago, and then he grabbed two mugs, āI pulled some strings for us to be here, but weāre not trespassing, so donāt worry.ā
āWho owns this building?ā I asked curiously as I watched Mingi pour hot chocolate into the mugs.
āWell, last I heard Hongjoong bought it, soā¦ā My eyes widened as I had taken the mug from Mingi, curious to know more, āThis building will be Seonghwaās art studio. He wishes to launch a brand soon, and Hongjoong thought it would be best if Seonghwa has his own office, or studio as Hwa likes to call it. I think he wants to turn the front lobby into a smaller art gallery of sorts, you should talk to him and see whether heās interested in displaying your paintings and drawings.ā
I hummed, thrilled at the idea of having my own exposition one day, āI donāt think I have enough creations for him to display just yet, but I will keep it in mind.ā
Itās my dream to be a well-known painter all around the world, to have to travel to display my art in various galleries, to have people interpret my works to their liking and imagination, and to be able to spread a message through my work. I love creating and I love sharing my deepest thoughts through whatever I put on a canvas, or in my sketchbook and, perhaps, I love it even more when someone else appreciates it and interprets it through their own lens, through their own experiences.
Being here with Mingi felt warm, it made me forget about every concern I had prior, completely disregarding my nervous state as I now found myself comfortable sitting beside him and sipping on our hot chocolate, snacking from time to time on popcorn and whatever salty snack Mingi had prepared for us. The scenery through the projector never changed, and I found the chirping of the birds and the flow of the water as white noise rather relaxing. If I closed my eyes, I could easily picture myself with Mingi by the creek, the two of us sitting on a blanket in the green grass, the warm sun beaming down on us as we laughed and talked about whatever came to mind. It seemed like time passed by like a slug when in reality, it was flying away way too fast, but neither one of us cared. Wooyoung and Seulgi knew we were on a dateāand since this building was Hongjoong and Seonghwaās, they probably knew we were here tooāand I had told my mother earlier today that I was going out with Mingi. There was no point hiding anything from her anymore, and she was beyond excited to hear the news. She had a night shift today, but she promised to pester me at breakfast about every single detail tomorrow, swearing she wouldnāt go to sleep until we had the chance to talk. And when she put her mind to something, I knew she would follow through with it.
Mingi and I had been talking non-stop since the whole fiasco in his studioāthrough texts, phone calls, or in personāand I found myself craving to be around him more and more. Surprising even myself, I bought pastries just the other day before going to my first class, and knowing Mingi would be in his studio, I surprised him with his favorite pastry before I was off to class, not wanting to bother him anymore. It also didnāt come as much of a surprise when he and Wooyoung sat with me and Seulgi at lunch, Mingi huddled up close to me as he wouldnāt stop nagging me about eating more, giving me half of his portion despite me not being able to stomach it. In the end, he finished both of our lunches, and I couldnāt have been happier. Seulgi and Wooyoung didnāt comment much on our antics, but I knew Seulgi was dying to tease me. I knew I was in for it later in our art class, and I wasnāt wrong.
The tension I felt around Mingiādue to not being completely honest with himāhad now completely disappeared and was, instead, replaced with a tingling feeling that made me giggle and flush any time I allowed my thoughts to stray towards him. Towards his tall build, his firm muscles, his deep and raspy voice that covered my skin in chills any time I listened to it, and his sharp eyes that could make anyone weak in the knees unless they were creased due to his wide smile. His long nose and crooked teeth and that wide smile that had my stomach doing weird flips, his throaty giggles and rarely flushed cheeks. His hands, which were always warm in contrast to his chunky silver rings, which, surprisingly, have become comforting whenever they dug into my skin, his thick fingers intertwined with mine. His cologne and scent, which had me craving more of him, his clothes tucked away securely in my closetāand if perhaps one of my hoodiesā started smelling like Mingi, nobody had to know that I would snuggle up in it before falling asleep. His arms, which always brought a wave of comfort with them and made me feel smaller than anyone has managed to make me feel before. His hands and nails which I would stare at and flush whenever Mingi noticed what I had been doing, and ultimately, his platinum blonde hair, a color that I started loving instead of hating so ardently. It suited him, it made him look unfairly handsome, it sharpened his high cheekbones and his well-defined jaw, gave his eyes more depth and sharpness, and yes, I loved the color, but I also missed his naturally black hair. It made him look softer, more like the Mingi he was on the inside, easily fooling others of his true personality.
A personality that was goofy and giddy, yet a personality that felt everything intensely and spoke boldly, expressing himself directly and never expecting anything besides fair treatment and the truth in return. Mingi was a sensitive soul who offered without asking anything back in return, and he was rewarded rightfully by those around him who appreciated and loved him. He was easily lovable and I found it harder each day that passed by to ignore the need to cherish and protect him. I didnāt think coming clean with my feelings would be such a liberating feeling, that it would make everything so much easier to accept, to mull over. I was scared, of course, I still was, but I felt hopeful. I knew Mingi well enough by now to know heād never pressure me into anything I didnāt want, that heād never make me feel uncomfortable, and that heād always take it slow if thatās what I needed.
When our mindless chatter finally subsided, the two of us now laid on our backs, staring up at the moon Mingi had hung up in the fortāit felt serene. I knew we were nearing late evening by now, but I couldnāt find it in myself to actually care, to actually look at my phone to check the time. I didnāt even want to look at my wristwatch to seeāI wished to stay in this moment with Mingi for as long as possible. We had eaten almost all the snacks he brought and the hot chocolate had been long gone now, all we did was enjoy each otherās company right now. With a finger fiddling with the holes in my sweater, I reached the pinkie of my other hand out until I could poke at Mingiās hand. I didnāt look at him, but I could see from my peripheral that his eyes were closed. He hummed when I poked his pinkie again, and then, finally gave in as he hooked our pinkies together, sending my heart into a frenzy as I tried to remind myself that this wasnāt the first time weād be holding handsāit did nothing to my poor flushed cheeks nor churning stomach, I was horrible at hiding how he made me feel.
āCan I ask you something?ā Mingiās voice was quiet as if not to disturb our peace. He sounded just a little bit hesitant, and I got a feeling of what our next subject would be about. I hummed and listened as he took a deep breath, then asked his question, āDo you hate Yunho?ā
My eyebrows furrowed as I glanced at Mingi, his eyes were still closed, except that now he was gnawing on his lower lip nervously instead of looking at ease. I didnāt have to think much about his question, I donāt think I have ever felt such negative feelings against someone before, āNo, I could never hate anyone, to be honest. However, I did resent him for a long time.ā
āAnd now?ā I could understand his curiosity and the need to know more about whatever was once between Yunho and me. It didnāt make me feel uncomfortable, I was rather thankful that we could openly discuss it. I know that if it bothered him, Mingi wouldāve told me because thatās who he was. We didnāt hold secrets from each other, we spoke directly and honestly.
āI donāt feel anything,ā I whispered with a small shrug, finding it weird how impartial I had become to Jeong Yunho. A few months ago I still couldnāt think of him without distaste, let alone talk about him without my stomach dropping and heart clenching. I still didnāt appreciate the way heās treated me, of course, I didnāt, but I found it easy to let go, to not care anymore at all, āItās been over five years that we dated, and Iāve been over him for a long time now.ā
āBut you couldnāt completely let go,ā Mingi muttered and I had to gulp, not that surprised that he saw right through me.
āHe was my first love, my first in everything so Iāā I gulped, wondering whether this was uncomfortable or not for Mingi to discuss, but he intertwined our fingers and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. I took a deep breath and slowly continued, āI was attached to him, people always say youāll forever remember the first person you truly loved, and I think they are right. Itās a bittersweet memory, to be honest, but not something I feel locked down in anymore. Even the resentment I felt towards him now feels so distant like it happened ages ago and not months ago. It feels good and refreshing to have gotten rid of such consuming thoughts and emotions despite never saying it out loud. I hated myself for latching onto that last fraction of emotion I felt towards Yunho, thinking it would make his life as miserable as he made mine but in reality, I was only holding myself back and hurting myself furthermore.ā
I turned my head to watch Mingi, to take in his expression, and I was surprised to see him smiling. He was gently rubbing his thumb over my skin, āYunhoās parents got divorced around the time you two started dating, and his older brother moved to another country in order to pursue the career heās always wanted, so Yunho had it hard. Between the two of us, heās always been the stronger person, the brighter mind with never-ending hope, cheering me on and encouraging me to never back down if I had goals to reach. Even when I knew he was suffering due to his familyās situation, he wouldnāt let me comfort him, wouldnāt let me be his shoulder to cry on. He had a huge ego back then, refusing to show the cracks or admit that he was doing worse than ever, and I think he was abusing every relationship he had back at that time. He needed validation and love, he felt worthless and used after his parents didnāt even warn him of their split up, just showed him the documents and made him choose who heād want to continue living with.
āHis parents were good people but they handled some things in a shitty way, and it showed because Yunho lost himself in alcohol and meaningless relationships for a while. Iām not calling your relationship meaningless, because as much as I can remember, you were the only one who was able to tie him down for a longer period of time back then. Itās not you who wasnāt enough for Yunho, itās him who wasnāt ready to commit and love others the right way. I warned him often to stop whatever he was doing, but he was addicted to the feeling and even hurt me in the process. Iām in no way invalidating your feelings and whatever you have gone through, I just hope you can forgive Yunhoās foolishness one day. He was just a kid trying to navigate his life as he lost his path for a short amount of time. I can guarantee heās changed now, heās better than heās ever been before and he regrets everything heās done. If you feel like it, Iām sure he would even reach out to you to apologize.ā
Mingiās eyes slowly fluttered open as he turned his face, and his eyes widened when he realized I had been looking at him the whole time, āI probably wouldāve killed for this information back in highschool, it wouldāve made things a lot less complicated for me if he was just honest and explained things before he left me. It wasnāt always easy growing up without a father, and despite never caring much about what others said, Yunho made me feel unworthy and undesirable and perhaps itās that which hurt more and not even the fact that he left me. I knew relationships didnāt always last, but I didnāt expect him to be such a huge asshole.ā
Mingi snickered and bit his lower lip as I rolled my eyes, trying to restrain the giggle that threatened to bubble through, āYunho would be digging his own grave right now if he were to hear us, too embarrassed and ashamed of himself to even apologize.ā
āServes him right.ā I couldnāt help but laugh and Mingi did the same, looking content and not bothered by the nature of our conversation. After all, it was him who was curious about it and I had nothing to hide from him anymore, āWhat about you? Any past girlfriends I have to look out for?ā
My tone was teasing and Mingi instantly flushed, turning his head away as if that wouldāve hidden it. His glasses were placed between us and he cleared his throat as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, āWell, I wasnāt a heartthrob like my lovely best friend, so I didnāt date many girls.ā
I raised my eyebrows, prompting Mingi to continue speaking as he sighed, āI dated a girl back in highschool for a few months, but I donāt know. She was nagging and I didnāt like the way she berated me whenever things didnāt go her way, so I broke up quickly with her. After that, I just wasnāt in the mood to date anyone. I was content with watching anime and reading my mangas and hanging out with Yunho.ā
I grinned and pushed up onto my elbows, wiggling my eyebrows at Mingi when he quickly averted his eyes, āAnd in university? Come on, donāt be shy now, whereās the cocky and annoying Mingi I despised?ā
āYou were into it, donāt lie.ā Mingi chuckled as I scoffed, but I couldnāt find myself to correct him. Maybe I was into it, but he didnāt have to know, his ego was big enough already. After a longer pause and a squeeze of his hand, he gave in and groaned, āYeah, fine, I dated casually a few people but wasnāt into any of them much. I feel like nobody has ever seen past my looks or the fact that I have a band and sing, so I didnāt feel like being with someone who only wanted me for my looks and for the far-fetched idea that Iād become famous one day, subsequently making them famous too so that they could parade around saying their boyfriend is a rockstar.ā
āItās not a far-fetched idea, Mingi.ā I muttered and he looked up at me again, looking hopeful, āItās good to know, though, that I wonāt have to fight any jealous exes in the near future.ā
āItās rather the exes Iād be worried about,ā He snickered, and as I narrowed my eyes, a cheeky smile was back on his lips, āyou are the jealous type, not themāā
āNow thatās simply not true.ā I huffed and fell back, glaring up at the new moon Mingi had hung up in the fort, āIām not the jealous type.ā
āAre you not?ā His voice dripped with tease and I rolled my eyes, āBecause Iām pretty sure you donāt like Minaāā
āWhoās Mina?ā I interrupted, eyebrows furrowing as I cast a glance his way.
āThe blonde girl, my fan.ā I gulped, suddenly feeling an unexplainable drop in my stomach and a scowl on my face as I turned my head further away so that Mingi couldnāt see it. Yeah, I simply couldnāt stand her. Mingi started laughing loudly and I huffed as I retracted my hand from his, crossing my arms in front of my chest. It only made him laugh harder, and soon I found myself grinning, his deep laugh infectious.
āIām not jealous of her, though.ā I tried to defend myself but it fell on deaf ears as Mingi continued snickering.
āI donāt mind.ā
āOf course you donāt.ā
Mingi chuckled at my scoff and then it was silent again as I felt my heart rate settle, Mingiās breaths stable and loud in the fort. The sounds of nature alongside the projection of the creek would be able to lull me to sleep, but Mingi spoke up again before that could happen, āRemember when we were in the library all those months ago and I flipped through your sketchbook without permission?ā
I hummed and gave him a pointed stare, making Mingi smile at me sheepishly, āWell, sorry about that, first of all, and secondly, there was a drawing of eyes which was scribbled over. Thatās when you said those were Yunhoās but Iām pretty sure I can recognize my own eyes, dollāā
āAre you claiming again that I was drawing your eyes?ā I raised my eyebrows and Mingi pursed his lips as he nodded, āI feel like weāve had this discussion a million times before, Mings.ā
Mingi chuckled and then shrugged, playing with the beads of his bracelet, āYeah, but hearing you confirm it again would be nice.ā
I sighed but gave in nonetheless, I would adhere to his wishes only today, āYes, Mingi, my sketchbook is full of your eyes, of your face, of your body, of you performing on stage, of you sitting in your carāof you.ā
I didnāt expect to see his face, even his ears, turn red in a second, eyes widening as his mouth fell open. For once I felt like I had the upper hand, that it finally wasnāt him making me feel flustered, and I smirked, raising an eyebrow at him teasingly. Mingi cleared his throat and patted at his cheeks, clearing his throat again as he opened his mouth to speak, stuttering a bit before a sound actually came out, āWell, Iāuh, I wasnāt expecting such honesty. Thank you? I mean, thatās really cool, thank you. I knew you were obsessed with me since the second you saw me.ā
And thatās why I mostly kept to myself about stuff like this, I knew it would get to his head, āNo, I couldnāt stand you the second I saw you. Then you turned out not to be such an idiot and too annoying, thankfully.ā
Mingi chuckled and intertwined his hands as he placed them behind his head, kicking his legs out, āWell, I actually knew you before meeting you at Outlaw. Wooyoung told me about Seulgi, and then the next day he pointed her out in the hallway and you were there with her. And, uh, yeah.ā
It was my turn to tease him as I turned my head and grinned at him, āDid little Mingi have a crush on me before he even got to know me?ā
I shouldnāt have felt so pleased by his sudden flush or the way he avoided eye contact, āYeah, I did.ā
And apparently, I was worth sticking around for so long, pushing to get through to me, to make me realize opening up to another person wasnāt such an awful thing, to make me realize liking someone else wasnāt the end of the world, and that I very much wanted to be loved and that I also wanted to love another. The silence that dragged on wasnāt awkward, but I felt Mingi tense the more I didnāt say anything, and as he looked at me with eyes that held light fear in them, I smiled. And then, I was turning onto my side and leaning over to kiss him. As always, his plush lips were soft and warm, welcoming and eager as I pressed a chaste kiss against them, trying not to smile but I failed miserably as Mingi sighed quietly. I pulled back as my intention wasnāt to turn this into anything deeper, but Mingi chased after my lips, our noses bumping together as I cupped his cheek with my hand, my hair falling around us as our lips pressed a little firmer against each other.
It was slow, neither one of us desperate or trying to prove anything as we got lost in the feel of the other, of the otherās warmth and tasteāwhich was a mix of salted caramel popcorn and hot chocolate, Mingiās cologne making my head dizzy as our lips slotted perfectly together, moving languidly against each other. My hand slipped to hold his jaw and he freed a hand from under his head as he held onto the back of my head, sucking my lip between his teeth without bruising them or nipping at them. I hummed against his lips and pressed another swift kiss against them before pulling away, my face hovering above his as I didnāt want to open my eyes just yet, basking in the feeling kissing Mingi brought with itself. Our noses bumped together again and I smiled as Mingi giggled, no doubt enjoying the proximity.
āSo,ā His voice was quiet and when I opened my eyes, I was met with an unexpected flush to his cheeks, that subsequently made me blush as well, āwhat are we now?ā
āWhat should we be?ā I asked, my tone warm as I bit my lower lip to contain my smile.
āWhat do you want us to be?ā
āA couple?ā
It felt like time stopped as I muttered those words, feeling nervous and scared, but so ready to offer everything I had to Mingi, to make him happy, to make him feel loved and appreciated. I never wanted to see him hurt, especially not because of me. I had seen Mingiās smile before plenty of times, but nothing couldāve prepared me for the way his eyes disappeared and nose scrunched up, all teeth on display as he smiled up at me, making my heart flutter as I just realized something. I loved him, I loved this man lying underneath me and nothing would stop me from cherishing him like he deserved to be.
āYeah, I want us to be a couple.ā He spoke as he didnāt stop smiling, and I tried to keep mine in check.
āBut we have to go on more dates, at least three more, to get to know each other better.ā My eyebrows slightly furrowed and Mingi smoothed them out with his fingers tenderly.
āOf course, weāll take it at your pace, I have nothing to rush for.ā I felt grateful as Mingi winked and I pressed a swift kiss before I buried my head in his neck, letting him pull me closer to his body as I cuddled up against his side, āCan I tell Wooyoung at leastā
āYou think I wonāt tell Seulgi?ā
And we giggled together as Mingi pressed a kiss against my head, humming in contentment as our fingers intertwined, resting upon his beating heart. Iāve never felt more like I belonged than at this exact moment. Not even with my art.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā By the time Mingi drove me home, it was well into the evening, the dark streets illuminated by the lampposts, some having burned down as Mingi turned onto my street. We didnāt feel the need to discuss much on our way back, our date was successful and filled with laughter and deep conversations that only confirmed my suspicions of Mingi. He was a good guy, too good to be true at times, but I was more than grateful that he was by my side.
His old black Honda Prelude came to a slow stop in front of my house and I unbuckled my seatbelt as Mingi turned his head and smiled, placing the car in neutral as he pulled the handbrake up. I turned and looked at him, our smiles almost shy as if we werenāt ready to say goodbye just yet, acting as if we wouldnāt see each other tomorrow. I agreed to let him pick me up for a breakfast date as we both only had classes starting at noon. If my heart fluttered and lungs convulsed at the thought of having Mingi pick me up tomorrow for a breakfast date, I would only admit it to my mother as now I had to explain why I wouldnāt have breakfast with her in the morning. I had a feeling that I wouldnāt be getting much sleep tonight, too excited to actually get the amount of sleep that was healthy. Perhaps I would even paint some more, for once, I wasnāt behind on assignments, but I felt the itch under my skin to create something new.
āWell,ā I cleared my throat once the silence got too much, āI loved spending my time with you, Mingi, thank you for taking me out.ā
āIām glad you liked it.ā He looked away abashed, but only for a second as he gave me a cheeky look, āI bet itāll be hard to overdo my efforts now.ā
āYou wish.ā I chuckled and grabbed my backpack from between my legs, āDonāt forget, I might be artsier than you are, love.ā
It was certainly surprising to see Mingiās face flush, ears included. If I remember correctly, Yunhoās ears always flushed before his face could if he was flustered, flattered, or embarrassed, and now I couldnāt help but find it endearing that the two best friends had similar mannerisms, āUhāyeah, Iālove?!ā
I giggled and bit my lower lip, leaning over the center console with a cheeky grin, āWell, did you expect me not to call you nicknames? You call me doll, itās only fair I return the favorāā
āBut love?!ā Mingi exclaimed, slightly confusing me as he rubbed his eyes behind his glasses, āIāI think Iām unwell.ā
āWhat?ā My eyebrows furrowed, suddenly concerned, āWhy?ā
āMy stomach wonāt stop flipping around and because Iām losing my mind?ā Upon Mingiās helpless expression and whine, my eyes widened and I fell back into my seat, not quite laughing as I couldnāt help but gape at him.
āDo I fluster youāā
āVery much so!ā Mingi exclaimed as he hid behind his hands again and I might have malfunctioned for a second as Iād never seen him acting like this. Did he have a fever? Did a simple nickname turn him into a whiney kid?
āWell, itās payback time for all the times you made me suffer, love.ā Mingi looked like he was about to combust and I couldnāt help but cackle as I blew him a kiss before grabbing the handle to open the carās door. But before I could step out, Mingi shot forward and opened the glove box.
āWait!ā He said hurriedly and I froze, looking at him curiously. He grabbed a black notebook and handed it to me, eyes boring into mine despite his still red ears, āFlip through it once youāre settled down, please.ā
I smiled and nodded, feeling curious as I took it from him, and certainly blushed an ugly shade of red when he pressed a quick kiss against my cheek, making me stumble for a second as I got out of his car. It was his time to feel triumphant for making me feel flustered, and I couldnāt help but flip him off as his amused laughter was audible through the closed doors and rolled-up windows. He winked and waved cheekily before putting the car in first gear and motioning for me to head inside. Feeling giddy and curious, I waved before turning my back to walk to the front door as nonchalantly as possible, fishing my keys out of my pocket. Once I was inside, Mingi drove off and I slammed the front door shut, locking it quickly as I had half a mind slipping out of my boots and throwing my jacket onto the floor absentmindedly as I raced up to my room, not bothering to turn on the lights. I might have bumped into the edge of the railing and the edge of my door as I turned on the bedside table lamp, dropping everything on the floor except the notebook as I plopped down onto the bed.
My heart was racing as I got comfortable, almost forgetting my phone was in my back pocket and would be crushed if I sat on it, so I retrieved it and placed it on the bed next to me. My fingers trembled lightly and I licked my lips as I flipped the notebook open, surprised to find Mingiās name written prettily on the first page with doddles decorating the rest of the blank page, all kinds of little animals and shapes signed by his friendās names, no doubt them having drawn those in here. Too curious about the contents of the notebook, I started slowly flipping through the pages, eyes skimming over all the words and musical notes, Mingiās handwriting was pretty despite it being rushed at timesāmost of the time.
Then, I flipped to a page that had my name only on it with a small heart next to it. My heart was suddenly in my throat as I took a shaky breath, flipping to another page, eyes slowly taking in all the words.
āAnd the world is cold/But it's beautiful/I wish you were here nowā, I could imagine Mingiās soft tone singing these in a whisper before the beat picked up. āIt's your magnetic hold/A gravity pull/I can feel you in waves/When your melody comes/It falls from above/I will not be afraidā, I gulped, eyebrows furrowing as I slowly traced over the words, Mingiās pen having made an indent in the paper when he scribbled them down. Eager to read more, I looked further down, drinking in what I now realized to be lyrics, āSo lost/Coming from me when I'm lost/You kiss my neck and then you're gone/Turn me off and turn me on oh/Eat up every word you say/My perception dilatesā. I bit my bottom lip, heart racing just a little faster as I realized Mingi offered me a glance inside his mind, inside his feelings and how heās viewed me and our relationship over the months, āWant you to waste my time/Mess with my mind/Fly me to the other side/Don't say goodbye to reds in my eyes/Love me enough to hate me/Waste my time, waste my time/Waste my time, waste my timeā.
I gulped, suddenly feeling guilty for having tormented Mingi for so long, for having made him feel like I was playing with his feelings, āLike a phantom, I will steal your heart/Until we're dancing in the dark/Like a phantom, I will steal your heart/Until we're dancing in the darkā. I chuckled, imagining Mingi hunched over his desk with a frown on his lips as he jotted the lyrics down, then smirked in triumph at the fantasy of finally having my heart in his handsāand I think heās rather close to achieving that now, āChit chat, do you want that/Or wanna take me home tonight?/All this chit chat is holding me back/And I'm breaking just to bend your light/I thought I told you, I really need your sugar/A rollercoaster, I'm going supernova/Chit chat is holding me back/To you, youā. I tried to refrain from grinning too hard at the lyrics. Going back home with Mingi wasnāt a repulsive thought anymore as it would have been a month ago. No, now I would rather go home with him. I wanted to be around him, I wanted him.
āOh, my oh, my oh my/Why's it every night/I'm feeling so sleepless?/Oh, why oh, why oh why?/I'm losing my mind/Maybe you're the reasonā, I couldnāt help but gulp at the thought of Mingi not being able to sleep, bothered by thoughts of me, āStarted as friends, but less than lovers/It's all making sense/On days, I'm thinking about us/Yeah, I know I'm so selfish/Hate the thought of someone else/Making you laugh, smiling, happy, if it ain't me or myselfā. I gulped, feeling like Mingi got a glimpse inside my head too, making me remember how quickly and easily my jealousy previously flared whenever I saw him talking to the blonde girl. āI was more than just a body in your passenger seat/And you were more than just somebody I was destined to meet/I see you go half-blind when you're looking at meā, my breath faltered for a second as I quickly read over the lyrics again, wondering just how obvious it was to everyone else but myself that I was into Mingi, that he was into me.
āI, I, I never thought I'd find true love/I, I guess I wasn't looking hard enough/If my heart stops now, you're the one thing that made it all worth it/If the sky falls down, right now, you're the one that I'll worshipā, the words had no reason getting to me, yet I couldnāt help but flush hard as I blinked my eyes and rubbed at them, trying to cool off for a second, but I was too curious of what more was in the notebook, āWell, I heard you whisper/To all your friends/I heard you telling them that/You need a man in whom you can dependā. I chuckled, feeling amused but completely in awe of Mingiās lyrics, his words somehow making complete sense and almost like a challenge to admit he was right about me, āWell I'd be the gasoline/To keep you alive/And I'd be the cold, so unbreakable/We'd burn together straight through the night/That's alrightā. And now I had no doubts that Mingi would do anything for me, but what he didnāt know just yet, was that I would be his ride and die from now on.
āOh, and my love/Did I mistake you for a sign from God?/Or are you really here to cut me off?/Or maybe just to turn me onā, and perhaps if breathing became harder, it would be obvious to anyone as I tried to regulate my breaths and ignore the flush over my body, ā'Cause these days/I would be lying if I told you that/I didn't wish that I could be your man/Or maybe make a good girl badā. I gulped and sat up straighter, flipping another page hurriedly to read more of the songās lyrics, easily imagining Mingi up on stage, raspy and smooth voice blending into the microphone and making the hairs on my arms stand as we made eye contact, his gaze intense and sharp, challenging in a way that would get me all bothered and hot, āI've got a river running right into you/I've got a blood trail, red in the blue/Something you say or something you do/The taste of the divineā. And I honestly to God hoped to see them perform this song one day, curious of what the band would sound like together, of Mingiās voice and his eyes, āYou've got my body, flesh and bone/The sky above, the Earth below/Nothing to say and nowhere to go/A taste of the divineā. I was ready to turn another page when my phone dinged loudly, making me flinch in surprise as I was completely immersed in Mingiās lyrics.
Mings š¤:
home
i hope you enjoy whatever you find in there
some are
spicy
lol
Without thinking much, I pressed the dial button next to his name and raised the phone to my ear, my heart beating out of my chest. It barely rang twice before Mingiās deep voice greeted me through the phone and I gulped, mouth working faster than my brain, āMingi.ā
āYes, doll?ā
āI think Iām falling in love with you.ā
The deafening silence was filled with the loud thumps of my heart that only I could hear, and I was sure my pulse was way too high, but I couldnāt care less as I listened carefully to hear Mingiās reaction. His gasp was loud as I licked my lips, eyes boring into the notebook again, āI read it, your lyrics.ā
More silence, until there was a deep breath and Mingiās raspy voice made me sink in on myself, goosebumps covering my whole body, āGood, because I think Iām already in love with you.ā
I huffed out a breath, my smile was huge as Mingiās chuckle that followed sounded breathless but somehow as if he was at ease. I couldnāt help but fall back on my bed, holding onto the phone tightly as I pushed the notebook to the side, eyes falling on my sketchbook, āIāll send you something, listen to it now.ā
āAlright, thank you.ā Mingi hummed and then hung up, making my heartbeat quicken once again as I watched the dots in our chat move, and then a voice file was sent, with a message attached to listen to it with headphones. I quickly turned onto my stomach to reach for my nightstand, grabbing the headphones and connecting it to my phone as I placed it on my head, biting my lower lip as a familiar melody, lyrics, and voice traveled through the headphones, covering my skin in goosebumps.
ć'Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need
I promise you, you're all I see
'Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need
I'll never leave
So, you can drag me through hell
If it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you, 'cause I'm under your spell
And you can throw me to the flames
I will follow you, I will follow youć
ā±ā± Epilogue
A/N: Can y'all imagine this was supposed to be the last chapter?? lol, back in December when I wrote the whole plot this is how I tied everything up BUT THEN, maybe around two months ago I was tbh just gushing to my bestie about Mingi and some other things, and I realized, wait a minute-I can totally write this for LMLAR?! And so, that's how the epilogue came into existence, which I'm grateful for because I feel like it ends the story on a good note *cries*, would you like me to post the epilogue this week on Friday or next week on Wednesday? majority wins lol
ć¼ā Warning: cursing, usage of the word 'bitch'
ć¼ā Word count: 6.5k
ć¼ā Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au
ć¼ā Rating: sfw
ć¼ā Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?
A/N: Well, well, lovelies...new chapter is up and maybe I'm kind of kicking my feet??? Who knows, we'll see what y'all think of this chapter hehe. Also, happy birthday to Song Mingi?! I actually didn't mean to post the new chapter today, but today was the only day I had enough time to write it sooo, yeah. Tmi, but MC's mother is exactly like my mom, so maybe I drew inspiration from real life lol, I love her to death but sometimes I really wish SHE DIDNT SPEAK lol. Also, I'm so obsessed with today's song for the chapter; I'm screaming, crying, throwing up over it LOL. Just a heads up, next chapter is the last like actual chapter of the series and then I decided to add an epilogue lol cue the sobbing. As per usual, listen to You Know Me Too Well before or while reading the chapter! I hope you enjoy and let me know through feedback hehe <3 Enjoy your weekends! divider
Me:
i am free whenever you say so
just let me know and iāll be there
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Sunday (9:15 am)
Me:
we need to talk, mingi.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Sunday (12:08 am)
Me:
please hear me out
im sorry
Monday (current time)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDo you think heāll slam the door in my face?ā The hallways were buzzing with life as I tried to veer my way around the crowd of students without running into anyone. Today, out of all days, I just so happened to have my last class of the day in a completely different building and at least a good five-minute walk away from the arts building.
āItās what youād deserve, to be fair, butāā The was a gasp on the other side of the phone and my eyebrows furrowed as Seulgi muttered something to someone, muffled, āsorry, Wooyoung almost dropped my motherās favorite vase, I told him to take off that blindfold.ā
Eyebrows furrowing even deeper, I abruptly stopped walking, making a girl give me a heated glare that I didnāt care for, āWhy is he blindfolded? Wait! I actually donāt want to know.ā
āWe were playing hide and seek with his niece, you idiot, but I got bored and sneaked away when I saw you calling.ā Seulgiās voice was exasperated and I chuckled as I took off again, leaving the science majorās building as I nuzzled further into my thick scarf. Some days it was warmer, but most days it got really cold and I hated it. I couldnāt deal with the freezing weather, perhaps it was my biggest enemy after Jeong Yunho, āAnyways, as I was saying, you deserve to be ignored by Mingi, but knowing how big of a sucker he is for you, heāll probably give in before you can utter a single word.ā
My heart jumped at the thought as I gnawed on my bottom lip, cutting off the path as I hurried through the grass, uncaring that I was probably destroying the work of the gardener. Besides, the grass had barely just started growing out again, it would be fine, āYou think so?ā
āI know so.ā I heard Wooyoungās high-pitched voice shouting from the distance and my eyebrows furrowed as I realized Seulgi had probably put me on speaker. Now that was a bit awkward, āHeās an idiot, but heās in love. Now that I come to think of it, you two are a lot alike, two idiots in loveāā
āI believe your niece is looking for you, babe.ā Seulgi cut her boyfriend off and I was thankful because I donāt think I couldāve handled hearing him say the words āin loveā again. That was scary, even just the thought of it. I was barely coming to terms with liking Mingi, but hearing the word love sort of made me want to turn back around and abandon my whole plan of trying to make peace between the two of us. And Seulgi knew this, thankfully, because she didnāt say anything about it again, āAre you on your way to his studio right now?ā
I hummed and curled my fingers tighter around the thermos bottle, my nose cold from the weather as the arts building finally came into sight, āYeah, three minutes and Iām there.ā
āGood.ā Seulgi sounded content and I sighed as I tried to ignore the dawning anxiety that tried to crawl through my body and make me abandon my well-thought-out plan. I had to do this. Seulgi and my mom were right, I couldnāt mess this up again. I liked Mingi, a lot. He is a good guy and I shouldnāt let my past and my fears dictate my life. Yes, Mingi is Yunhoās best friend, but Mingi isnāt like Yunho. Hopefully, āUpdate me later then, I love you Y/N, I hope you know that.ā
I chuckled and nodded at the security guard as he was out of his cubicle, standing at the bottom of the steps, smoking his cigar, āI know, thank you for knocking some sense into me.ā
āWeāll see about that later.ā Her snort was amused and I shook my head as we said our goodbyes, the warmth of the building making me sigh out in relief as I entered through the front doors. I pocketed my phone and unwrapped my scarf from around my neck, greeting the familiar people I crossed paths with. I would be lying if I said I wasnāt feeling nervous at all, after all, I didnāt know how Mingi would react. If he was anything like me, he wouldnāt forgive me so easily. Not when Iāve hurt him again and in the worst way possible.
As I ascended the marble stairs, I found stability in the thermos bottle clutched firmly in both of my hands now, its weight helping me to keep my determination and focus on going through with my own plan. When I woke this morning and went to take a quick shower, I was surprised to hear my motherās singing and smell the delicious waft of pancakes, making my stomach growl loudly as I didnāt have dinner the night before. It seemed like my mother had taken a day off, grumbling something about her deserving a day to rest after she was almost choked out by one of her mentally ill patients. I couldnāt help but agree with her as we sat at the table in silence, enjoying our breakfast, that is until she cleared her throat loudly and stood up, fetching a mug and a cup from the counter next to the sink. I froze when I realized she was handing me the cup Mingi had designed with funny looking chicks on it, and I was even more confused when I realized it wasnāt coffee I was drinking, but hot chocolate.
āSo, what are you going to do about that handsome fella?ā I tried not to groan or regret the fact that I told her everything about Mingi. I took a tentative sip of the hot chocolate and realized it wasnāt hot before taking a bigger gulp as I enjoyed its sweet taste.
āIāll talk to him todayāā
āGreat!ā My mother didnāt even let me finish as she sprung up from her seat again to fetch something from a cupboard, āItās amazing how strong our maternal intuition is, I swear my starlight, you should make some babies soon.ā
āMom.ā I groaned as I watched her curiously as she took a blue thermos bottle from the cupboard and filled it with hot chocolate from the kettle, āWeāve had this discussion many times before, Iām not having children so young.ā
āYouāre not that young though.ā She sent me a sheepish smile as my eyes widened, feigning hurt.
āIām turning twenty-three?! How is that not young?ā She cleared her throat as she sealed the thermos and walked back to the table to sit down.
āIām just trying to inspire you, anyways,ā She huffed and then placed the thermos on the table and pushed it towards me, āBring this to him as peace offering, heāll love it. Trust me.ā
āI donāt think what Mingi needs right now is hot chocolateāā
āFinish your breakfast and shut up.ā My mother didnāt let me finish as she cut off a thick part of the pancake with her fork and forced it inside my mouth, making me groan, āMothers know best when it comes to stuff like this, be thankful Iām saving your relationship and be back before lunch. Iām ordering take out, and I certainly am not waiting for late your ass if Iām hungry.ā
I knew fighting my mom was fruitless, so I just grumbled an okay as I tried to chew the pancake she had forced in my mouth, my cheeks all puffed out. My mother seemed content that I finally wasnāt talking back to her and I shook my head as I pulled the thermos bottle towards me, reminded of the time when Mingi had brought me tea knowing that I would be feeling probably a little sick after getting all soaked in the cold rain and harsh wind.
So, now, with Mingiās clothes in my tote bag and the thermos filled with hot chocolate in my hands, I couldnāt help but feel optimistic despite the anxiety gripping at my thoughts. If my mother, Seulgi, and even Wooyoungāwho knew Mingi like the back of his handāwere convinced that everything would work out just fine, then why would I not believe that? Sure, Mingi was probably still annoyed at me, but I didnāt think a few apologies and even more explanations couldnāt fix the issue at hand. All I had to do was be honest and come clean with my feelings and heād probably do the same and thenāthatās where anxiety stepped in. Then what? Was I ready to pursue a relationship? Did Mingi want to date me? Did I want to date him? Why did it have to be Jeong Yunhoās best friend I was into? Why could I not move past my fears and stop associating Mingi with everything I was wounded by, when he never once made me feel like Yunho did? I could dwell on these thoughts for an eternity, I fear, but I didnāt have that time right now. And to be fair, I didnāt want to think of such things right now because I could feel my determination wither the closer I got to the music majorsā floor, heartbeat loud in my ears.
I stopped at the end of the hallway and took a deep breath, eyes settling on the studio I knew now was used by Mingi only. Wooyoung was nice enough to tell me the number of his studioānot that I had forgotten since the last time I was hereāand he also let me know that it was used by Mingi only, the teachers having granted him full access, even at hours when students were supposed to be at home. It seems so Mingi was a favorite amongst the teachers, and I could see why. He was diligent and hard-working; his lyrics were beautiful and nothing would stop him from fulfilling his dream of becoming a well-known rockstar. I couldnāt help but feel excited at the prospect of that, and hoped that I would be part of his journey, that heād let me back into his life.
Steeling my nerves and trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I knew there was no turning back. I wanted to do this, I had to do this. I had to stop sabotaging myself, and so, I marched down the hallway towards Mingiās studio with a newfound hope and determination. Which lasted about five seconds as I came face to face with Mingiās studio door. There was a small window on it, which would let you know whether the room was occupied or not, and it was straight across the desk where he was sat atāwith the blonde girl standing right next to him. And that should have been okay, because really, Mingi could talk to whoever and spend his time also with whoever he pleased. And itās not like I didnāt have male friendsāI didnāt, Seulgi was my only friendāitās not like he couldnāt speak to one of his fans. After all, heās made it clear she was nothing more than a fan he appreciated for helping spread the word about his band.
But then, why was her hand on his shoulder one second and the next second slowly trailing down the sleeve of his beige cardiganāwhich looked like it was messily stained with paintāand certainly the way my good disposal dissipated and was overtaken by blind jealousy and rage had nothing to do with the sudden possessiveness that shook me to my core. And perhaps the thing that bothered me the most wasnāt even her feeling up Mingiās arm as she looked down at him with sultry eyes, perhaps it was the way Mingi leaned back in his chairs, legs spread wide, and smirk on his lips as he looked up at her with his sharp gaze, allowing her to touch him. Perhaps thatās what sent me over the edge as I barged inside the studio in the most unceremonious way, making the girl yelp in fright and Mingi flinch as his eyes widened.
ćBaby, you're all that I want
I want you all to myself
Oh, but you know me too wellć
And when I was angryāor panicking, or hurtāall rational thoughts flew out the window as I was led by nothing else but pure instinct and a shit ton of unclear and not so necessarily nice thoughts. Simpler put, I wasnāt thinking nor making sense, but I couldnāt care less as I glared at the both of them while I struggled to mask the fury licking at my veins. They were both looking at me wide eyed, as if I had caught them doing something I wasnāt supposed to, and that made me snap before I could think through how to proceed with this whole shitshow, āGet out.ā
For a second, even I didnāt recognize my voice as it dropped a few octaves, fierce gaze set on the blonde girl as she paled, eyes scrambling between Mingi and me as, suddenly, Mingi seemed to snap out of whatever scare I had given him by slamming his door open and into the wall. God, I hope I havenāt actually damaged it, because I certainly didnāt have the money to pay for it right now. I couldnāt look at the blonde girl anymore, heart beating fast in my chest as Mingi and I made eye contact, his eyebrows set in a deep frown as he had a sneer on his face.
āExcuse me?ā God, even her voice was annoying. I looked back at the blonde girl and raised my eyebrows at her mockingly.
āAre you deaf?ā I chuckled, but it was humorless, āDo I need to repeat myself?ā
She huffed, looking offendedārightfully soāand I gritted my teeth as I stepped inside the studio, making it pretty obvious that I wasnāt going anywhere before this bitch left. I tried not to see red as Mingiās hands balled up into fists or the way the girl snickered, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
āYouāre the one thatās barged inside uninvited, sweetheart,ā And if I could have, I would have ripped her blonde strands out, āthis isnāt your fucking studio, so, shut up. Mingi wants me here, maybe you should leave.ā
I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing, somewhere deep in my mind realizing I looked absolutely psychotic and if Mingi didnāt hate me before, he certainly would hate me now. I wasnāt helping myself; I was making everything worseājust the usual, then. But this bitch wasnāt stopping me from getting what I came here for, and I hummed as my eyes fell on Mingi again, whoās jaw was clenching and unclenching. His sharp eyes were narrowed, but it seemed like he wasnāt saying anything anytime soon and that only pissed me off more.
āSure,ā I nodded and walked further inside, forcefully throwing my tote bag on the small couch against the wall on my left, making the contents of it spill out. I watched as both Mingi and the girl looked at the clothes, and Mingiās expression flashed with something unreadable for a second, āMingi wants you here.ā
I suppose neither expected me not to stop until I reached the desk, coming up on Mingiās left side as I slammed the thermos bottleāalbeit too harshlyāagainst the desk, a loud bang echoing in the room. Mingiās eyebrows furrowed as I opened my mouth to tell the girl to leave again, but suddenly, he was up on his feet, staring me down. The height difference wasnāt that great between the two of us, but suddenly I felt small under his heated glare and sneer that seemed to settle on his lips, broad shoulders intimidating as he lowered his head just a little bit. He looked nothing like the Mingi I had gotten to know over the past few months, and it made my heart race as I realized I might not be able to reason with him today, āWhat the fuck is your problem, Y/N?! You tell her to get out when you barge in unwelcomed, and then start demanding for her to leaveāā
I couldnāt even let him finish his sentence before I was firing back my argument, āOh, whatās my fucking problem?! Maybe the fact that you lied to me?ā
āAbout what?!ā Mingi snapped, eyebrows furrowed as he took a step towards me, his body big enough to make the blonde girl not be seen behind him.
āOh, be for real.ā I scoffed and rolled my eyes, āYou never show anyone your songs to? But you so conveniently let me listen to that unfinished song of yours and now look who else gets to listen to it? Her. If youāre so desperate to get laid, you should haveāā
āI didnāt show her shit.ā Mingi cut me off, voice shaking as his cheeks grew red from anger, probably. Mingi wasnāt a scary person, but he looked scary right now. There was no ounce of kindness in his expression nor tone, he looked cold and angry and like he hated me. I gulped and realized, once again, that I was digging myself deeper into the shithole I had created for myself, that I was hurting him again and again. This is not how things were supposed to go, āI only showed you. That unfinished song youāre talking about, only you know about it. Thanks for reminding me again why I shouldnāt deal with you anymoreāā
āStop it.ā I snapped, eyebrows furrowing as I felt fear grip at my throat, making my voice sound shaky as Mingiās expression went blank. I hated when he did that. I wanted to know what he was thinking about, I needed to see what he felt. I couldnāt do this if he withdrew himself, I couldnāt do this if I was the only one that would bare her heart to him. I was scared. He was pushing me away like Yunho had done, Mingi was abandoning me.
āStop it?ā If I wanted to cry when he laughed in my face mockingly, impassive smirk settling on his lips, I didnāt let it happen. I kept my composure, anger, hurt, desperation, yearning all mixing together as I found it harder and harder to breathe, āYou want me to be nice to you after all the shit you said to me on Saturday? You want me to treat you like before after everything thatās happened? I canāt. You hurt me, made me feel like a fucking idiot, Y/N, you brokeāI thought we were friends. I feel disrespected and played, and yet here you are again, acting like you have even an ounce of right to act the way you are right now, when itās you who made it so fucking clear you want nothing to do with me anymore. Do you enjoy making others suffer? Do you want to see me on my fucking knees begging for your attention? I have enough self-respect to step back and move on with my life when someone so blatantly tells it to my face that I am nothingāā
āBut you arenāt!ā My tone raised without me meaning to as my heart continued to beat out of my chest so fast my ears started ringing. I felt tears prick at my eyes, but I didnāt want to cry. I didnāt want to victimize myself, I just wanted Mingi to understand I made a mistake, that I knew I did, and that I was trying to fix things. I didnāt want us to part ways, especially not like this, he made me realize this second that I didnāt want to lose him, āYou arenāt nothing to me. I said those things because Iām scared. I donāt know how to navigate these feelingsāā
āSave it, okay?ā I was left gaping as Mingi shook his head, pushing his hands in the pockets of his light denim jeans, āI donāt want to hear whatever sob shit you have to say right now, Iām asking you kindly to leave before I call security and delete my number, like I have deleted yours.ā
The silence that settled upon us was deafening and my eyebrows furrowed as a tear rolled down my cheek without warning, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to find my breath. That hurt, it hurt more than anything before, it hurt more than when Yunho left me, broke my heart. Mingi meant so much more to me than Yunho ever did, and I bit my lower lip as Mingi seemed unaffected, expression blank and rather bored. Nothing was making sense anymore. I was scared, but I also felt ready to break free of the chains of the past, I wanted Mingi. And knowing all this, I didnāt want to hold back anymore, I didnāt want to consider my next words anymore. I just wanted to speak my mind freely.
āMy ex-boyfriend is Jeong Yunho, your best friend.ā Mingi had almost turned away from me, but he froze, head slowly turning back to face me once again, āWe dated back in high school, many years ago, when we were still some headless and stupid teenagers. But he was the first boy Iāve ever loved and he fucking broke my heart, shattered into pieces with a bright smile on his lips. He promised me many things, and I was naĆÆve, so I believed it all. And because I did, I ended up hurt beyond fixing and Iāve never trusted a man again. He was my first boyfriend and the center of my universe, yet he never cared enough about me to properly break up with me.
āYunho talked about you all the time. Everything you liked, everything you hated, you were part of our daily conversations and I always wished to meet you, to see what was so great in you that had Yunho gushing all the time. I was jealous, so jealous that I became bitter. I started hating even the mention of your name, I selfishly wanted Yunho to myself, and you gone from his life. I couldnāt understand what was so great about you and why I wasnāt enough. I knew Yunho didnāt love me, but I wanted him to, so I made myself believe it, believe that I was worth more to him than youāll ever be. And in the process, I stupidly made myself believe that heād never leave me, that he was the one for me like he has said so many times before.
āHe broke my heart so fucking bad that it took years until I could say his name or even see his face again. I am over him now, have been for a long time, but I canāt help still feel bitter about him. I canāt help but associate you with him at times. He made me defensive and untrusting of men, I couldnāt help but assume youād be just like Yunho when I first met you, at least when I finally realized who you were. I felt so guilty, I tried to push you away but you wouldnāt fucking give up. You are everything yet nothing like Yunho and that scares me, because I want you, Mingi. But Iām scared youāll abandon me like Yunho did, that youāll fill my head with empty and pretty fantasies and then leave me alone with them, tearing my heart apart in the process. I want to open up, but Iām scared. I think, however, with you by my side, Iād be able to do that, to let my walls down.ā
The silence that settled upon us, once again, was deafening and I gulped, heart racing and making me feel lightheaded as Mingiās face had fallen, expression finally not as void as before. He looked shocked, but surprisingly, he didnāt look hurt nor like he would hate me for ever. It made me hopeful for a second, it made me sniff loudly and blink away the insisting tears from my eyes. He gulped and took a deep breath, making me stare in his eyes, hopeful and less scared, as he sighed and rubbed at his chin; a stubble was showing. Now that I come to think of it, he looks rather tired with bags under his eyes, and his platinum hair has a blue hue to it.
āIām sorry he made you go through so much; I know it wasnāt easy.ā Mingiās tone finally lost the edge it had before, finally it wasnāt laced with so much anger, and it almost made me cry, āI kind ofāI knew. Not exactly the whole thing, but I suppose I can say I had a feeling that there was history between you and Yunho. It was too obvious whenever I brought him up that you didnāt like him, at first I was confused, but then I suppose everything just clicked into place. The drawing of his eyes, the sweater you lent me and the fact that you gave it to me in the endāIāve known since then that it was probably Yunho. I never said anything to him, not like that at least, I wanted you to come to me on your own, when you fully trusted me with the information. And Iām sorry, but heāhe was an asshole back in high school, he was insecure and he played with everyoneās feelings, he was quite good at manipulating people around him. Heās mentioned dating you, but very few times, and by the time you had broken up I had all but forgotten about you, I suppose I wasnāt much better compared to him.
āBut all of this isnāt my fault in the end, and while I completely understand your reasoning now and why you often acted the way you did, Iām sorry, but I canāt just let go of things and start anew. Thereās justātoo many things that have happened, emotions that you stirred up in me, and I just canāt do it, Iāitās not even about you and Yunho, I donāt give a fuck about it, it was ages ago and Yunho is a changed man and I know heās long moved on. And you too, I believe you have, you seemed less bitter lately, but I just canāt. I canāt help but ask again, what do you want, YN?ā
At least he wasnāt mad at me, but I did feel ashamed that I made him piece everything together on his own, that I wasnāt capable of telling him the truth myself. I have made mistakes, sure, but Mingi apparently didnāt hate me for them, āI just want to apologize, for everything.ā
Mingi nodded and I watched in despair as that cold mask slipped back onto his face, expression void of any emotion once again. It made me want to grab his shoulders and shake them, force him to look deep into my eyes and just see everything I felt for him, āThatās fine, I accept your apology. If thatās all, you can leaveāā
āBut thatās not all!ā I snapped, having had enough of being dismissed by him. I saw the way his jaw twitched, the way his eyebrows furrowed at my defiance, at my reluctance to leave just yet. I was being pathetic and a pain in the ass, but I had to make him understand that I was ready to leave all my fears behind for him, to learn how to be a better person next to him. I wanted to change, and I wanted it to happen with him by my side, with him guiding me and teaching me how to be more like him, and less like the shitty person I was for so long. I longed to be the way I was before meeting Yunho, a lot happier and a lot less broody and hateful of the beautiful things that surrounded me, āMingi, I cannot stop thinking about you. I spend every waking moment when weāre apart wondering what youāre up to, whatās going through your mind, whether youāre okay or not. And Iāve been drawing you, since the first time I saw you, youāve captured my attention, youāve made me curious of who you were the longer we spent time together. I donāt want to be like this anymore, I donāt want to hurt you anymore and shut you out, I want to fix everything. I want toāI just want you, Mingi.ā
There was a quiet scoff behind Mingi, but neither one of us reacted to it as our gazes bore into each other, my eyes glinting with yearning and his faƧade slowly breaking down as he released a shaky breath, āMingi, I adore you.ā
āGet out.ā For a second, my body froze as I thought he was addressing me, but then, he whirled around and pointed towards the studioās still open door, āGet out, now.ā
And I just realized that the blonde girl had been witness to everything, and I couldnāt help but blanch in embarrassment as she made to interject, but I guess Mingiās sharp eyes made her reconsider her choice as she huffed and then stormed out of the studio. My cheeks felt hot and I realized the clothes were making me sweaty, so as Mingi hurried towards the door to close it, I shrugged my jacket off and placed it neatly on the back of the sofa together with my thick scarf. And as I looked up, mouth dry as the door clicked shut and Mingi turned around, it felt like time stopped, like the world stopped moving. But Mingi was moving towards me, in nothing more than three steps he stood in front of me, and before I could even as much as try to reason with him or plead more to be forgiven, warm fingers dug into my cheeks and the wind was knocked from my lungs as his plush warm lips slammed against mine, making me gasp as my eyes remained wide open.
ćFilthy impetuous soul
I wanna give it to youć
I thought he wouldnāt want anything to do with me, I thought heād tell me that he needed time to forgive me completely and for us to work things out. But I couldnāt help shudder and feel ecstatic as I grabbed the collar of his shirt and cardigan, my eyes falling shut, as I pulled him closer to my body, savoring the kiss as if it was our first. But it wasnāt anything like that one, it wasnāt soft nor careful nor slow, it was hurried and desperate as Mingi pushed me backward, pressing me against the wall, right between the small space between the sofa and the desk. My arms circled his neck as he grabbed my nape with one big hand and pressed his other into the small of my back, making it arch as my fingers tangled into his soft hair, not pulling, just feeling the need to hold onto something, to keep myself grounded.
And much like the first time, our lips seemed to fit perfectly, and I tried not to keen when he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh, and I tried not to turn into a puddle when he hummed lowly against my lips as my fingers flexed in his hair. Perhaps I kissed him a bit harder and more aggressively as our pace quickened, my hand holding the side of his neck as Mingi pressed his body into mine until it felt like he was trying to forbid me even of the idea of escaping from his clutches, and I had no fucking intention of going anywhere, because in his arms I felt content and safe, and perhaps a bit too hot as goosebumps covered my arms the longer our lips moved hungrily against each other. And when I cupped his cheeks and perhaps held onto them a bit too firmly, his lips parted, and I ignored my lungs screaming for air as my tongue slipped past his parted mouth. I didnāt expect him to moan as our tongues tangled together, all wet and perhaps a little disgusting, but neither one of us cared about that.
I tried to stand on my tip toes for better access as Mingiās ring clad fingers were suddenly running through my hair and tilting my head back, making my skin tingle where he held my hip firmly. I had been kissed by other people before, but neither felt like with Mingi, neither made me crave more and more and more. But our lungs could only go on so long without air, and I wouldāve been embarrassed for the loud gasp I let out when we finally parted, if it wasnāt for Mingi diving straight for my neck and finding the sweet spot that made me putty in his arms. And I tried to ignore his deep grunts as my fingers got tangled in his platinum blonde strands as he pressed open mouthed and wet kisses against my neck, his arms around my hips pulling me into an embrace that had my pulse showing through the skin of my neck. My lips were tingling and my lungs actually hurt, but I couldnāt care less when Mingi finally pulled back and blinked his dark eyes open, pupils dilated and lips so swollen he almost made me chase after them once again.
ćOh, just to see what you'd do
'Cause I'm so drunk on youć
āWhatās in the thermos?ā His voice was raspier than usual, and it made me bite my bottom lip as my eyes searched his face, his falling on my lips instead.
āHot chocolate, for peace making.ā I answered, sounding a lot more breathless than I actually felt, and Mingi chuckled, the sound deep in his throat. I let my arms fall from his shoulders and instead circled them around his torso, trying to fight off the smile from my lips. Mingi didnāt look angry nor dismissive anymore, but I knew I wasnāt actually forgiven just yet. And that was only fair.
āThis is peacemaking, not the hot chocolate.ā And there it was, the mischievous glint in his eyes and the smug smirk on his lips as he squeezed my hips once and lowered his face until our lips brushed together, āAlthough I do appreciate the hot chocolate too.ā
āGood, my mom was rather excited when she told me to give it to you.ā I pressed a chaste kiss against Mingiās lips before he could try and say anything, and he chuckled when I pulled away, eyes creasing and crooked front teeth showing.
āWhat are we now?ā His voice was a mere whisper, not insecure nor scared, just wondering, āWhat do you want?ā
I gulped, but decided to be honest. No more hiding my feelings and thoughts from him, āI donāt know just yet, and thatās why I need you to take the lead, but thisāI want more of this, of you.ā
āGood,ā Mingi hummed, lips pursed as he kissed my cheek once before slowly releasing me from his warm embrace, ābecause Iāve been wanting more of you for fucking ages, doll.ā
I couldnāt help but chuckle as suddenly I felt embarrassed and perhaps a little shy, but Mingi seemed to be unphased as he grabbed my tote bag and looked through it because his clothes were in it, āYou can keep these, they looked better on you anyway. But you better not give them to Yunho if he ever happens to go over to your houseāā
āMingi.ā I snapped mortified and pushed his arm as he dropped the tote bag and burst out laughing, giving me a cheeky smile.
āWant to hear the rest of the song I made for you?ā
āFor me?ā
āYeah, doll, for you.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā By the time I managed to get home I might as well been on cloud nine and in so much ecstasy that one would think I was on drugs. Which, kind of felt like it after the day I have hadānot that Iāve ever done any drugs. I failed to notice my motherās silhouette in the window of our kitchen when I got out of Mingiās car and, of course, that meant she saw him get out of his old Honda Prelude and jog after me to kiss me hard and leave me dizzy before he left. And all of that, of course, meant that by the time I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, my mother was leaning against the archway of the kitchen with the widest smirk Iāve ever seen on her face.
āSo, did you have sex?ā
My eyes widened in mortification and I struggled to step out of my boots and shrug off my jacket, āMom!ā
āSo, you did, huh.ā It wasnāt even a question, and suddenly running after Mingiās car sounded a lot better than standing in front of my mother as she bit her bottom lip, giving me a wink.
āWe didnāt!ā I exclaimed, cheeks flushed a deep red as I cradled the tote bag to my chest, āHe needs to take me out on a date firstāmany dates, actually.ā
āWell, he better hurry up then cuz youāre glowing and youāre happy.ā I froze at my motherās words as she looked at me with a serene expression on her face, lips pulled into a small smile, forgetting all about her previous teasing, āHeās good for you, too good. I havenāt seen you so relaxed and happy sinceāsince highschool.ā
Since Yunho broke up with me.
āI know, and I will make sure I never hurt him again.ā I told my mom and she hummed, looking down at her wristwatch.
āYou missed lunch, by the way, so youāll eat chicken tendersāā
āAgain?!ā
āAgain, exactly. Go wash up before dinner.ā
And I was out of her sight in no time, with a newfound rush in my system, skin tingling as I realized I craved to hold my pencil and my sketchbook in my hands. I couldnāt remember the last time I drew something for me and not because it was an assignment. And if hours later the sketch looked a lot like a familiar platinum blonde haired man with sharp eyes and a tall nose wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a beige cardigan over it, accessories many and nails painted black, then I wouldnāt even deny it anymore. Perhaps he would love seeing my drawings. Perhaps I should finally show him.
Mings š¤:
date on wednesday?
Me:
but im paying this time
Mings š¤:
so when we went to the pottery coffee shop it was a date
wasnt it, doll
Me:
maybe it was
maybe it wasnt
Mings š¤:
no maybes this time
warnings - fem!bodied reader, bikini, internalised slut shaming (kind of but not really?), public undressing (again, kind of but not really), size kink, awkward!jongho, bff!wooyoung, lifeguard!san, massage, nipple piercings, i thing thatās it
Wooyoung holds a smug look on his face as he drops onto the sunbed next to you. You have to admit that he looks pretty good with the sun bouncing from his wet skin, but you'd never tell him that. You'd say your friendship resembled something more akin to siblings than anything else, and why would you ever have anything nice to say about your brother?
āWhatās the shit-eating grin for?ā you say as you toss him the sunscreen and lean forwards; an open invitation for him to massage some into your spine. The quiet scoff he passes in your direction doesnāt go unnoticed, but you canāt comment on it before you hear the click of the cap opening and an ice cold drip of sunscreen hits your back. You wince as your friend massages it in with delicate hands, your body not quite getting used to the temperature quick enough for it not to be uncomfortable as he spreads it all over. Wooyoung only laughs, taking great pleasure in the quiet hums of dissatisfaction you make.
But it only takes about 10 seconds from his hands to pull away from your back and the click of the sunscreen bottle closing to hit your ears. You spare him a glare over your shoulder, watching as he rubs the excess from his hands onto his chest knowing full well that he can't possibly have rubbed it on correctly.
āI don't have a shit eating grin,ā he lies through his teeth as he takes great care rubbing the cream into his chestāa lot more than he took with your back. You almost want to push him back in the pool to wash it all off again, but that would be petty, even for you. Instead you simply roll your eyes in dismay and shift to a more comfortable position. Your book lies on the table next to you so you grab it, open it and crack the spine. You donāt start reading quite yet, though; you canāt concentrate when wooyoung looks like heās planning something devious.
āYes, you do,ā you argue. āTell me what youāre doing!ā
āI'm not doing anything!ā he fights back, tone defensive and not at all matching the gleeful smile on his face.
āWell, then tell me what you know!ā
His eyes flicker to the pool for just a moment before returning to you. Maybe he thinks you didnāt see it, but you did, and so your gaze follows his only to land on him. The same man from the pool yesterday, and the restaurant last night, and breakfast this morning. The very same man youāve been obsessing over the last few days. You squeak in something akin to terror and immediately look back to a smirking Wooyoung. Your eyes stay firmly locked on his for one, maybe two seconds before some strange magnetic force pulls your eyes back to him.
He leans against the edge of the pool with one arm up on the side, allowing you to see the soft flesh of his arms. The skin is tan and smooth and good god if you donāt get a chance to dig your nails into it by the end of the holiday then youāll have worn nothing but your skimpiest of bikinis for nothing. The uncomfortable wedgies and uneven tan lines will have been a waste, nothing more than a study in the art of hassle and discomfort, and that really would put a damper on what has been an otherwise enjoyable holiday.
You crane your neck further to get a glance at his face. Those plush lips that look so incredibly soft, the sparkling eyes that turn a deep honey colour when the sun shines down on them. There's something beautiful about him in the same way a bear is beautiful; intimidating and graceful yet somehow sweet at the same time. Perhaps the strange duality is just one of the reasons you canāt seem to take your mind off of him. His hair is pushed back in a way that has you drooling, and not just at the mouth. You canāt help but let your eyes linger for just a second or two before they move a little further south landing upon that mole on his neck; the one you so desperately want to press your lips toā¦
Youāre ripped from your trance when Wooyoung snaps his fingers impatiently in front of your face. With an unsurprising degree of reluctance, you tear your gaze away from him and return it to your best friend whoās smug smile seems to have grown. Youād wipe it from his face if you could, but heās too far away and itās far too hot to exert the energy needed to move. You scowl at him instead, tossing up a middle finger in displeasure.
āStop being weird, Woo, nothing is going to happen,ā you say through gritted teeth because god, you desperately hope that statement isnāt true.
āYou want it to, though,ā he seemingly reads your mind. āYou should do something about it!ā
āWhat, like youāre doing with that lifeguard?ā You point to the shirtless man across the pool who has absolutely zoned out when he should really be watching the water instead. You can only hope no one has an emergency whilst heās busy gawping at your friend who has been endlessly peacockingānot that you can say anythingāsince the day you arrived at this hotel. Wooyoung sends a wink in his direction before turning his attention back to you, just in time to see you fake gag.
āSee; I am doing something about the lifeguard,ā he grins at you.
āA wink and a smile isnāt going to get you laid.ā
āWell itās more than youāre doing with your man,ā he counters, ācreepily staring at him isnāt going to get you laid either.ā
With a groan you toss your face down into the soft cushion of the sun bed. Wooyoung is right as much as it pains you to admit that to yourself. You want the pool guy so bad and yet all youāve even attempted to do to seduce him is wear tiny little bikinis that havenāt seemed to catch his attention even once. At least wooyoung has some form of communication with the man he wants to fuck, even if it is just mentally undressing each other from opposite ends of the pool. Knowing your luck, by the end of the holiday wooyoung will have bagged himself the hot lifeguard and youāll be alone⦠again.
Wooyoung sighs at your dramatic performance before grabbing your coin purse from the bag. āI'm going to get you some liquid courage,ā he says as he stands up, ādonāt ever tell me I donāt ever do anything nice for you.ā
āBut thatās my pursāā he puts a finger to your lip to shush you.
āThank you is all you have to say.ā
And then heās gone, swinging his hips with each step he takes. If you were to look over to the lifeguard youāre almost sure youād be able to see him licking his lips with desire. Almost like you when you immediately turn your head to sneak another look at him.
Only heās not where he was when your eyes last left him. In fact, when you give the pool a scan, he doesnāt seem to be anywhere at all. Did he leave? You question yourself as you less-than-subtly scan the pool over and over again. It would probably be the best thing for your own sake if he did and yet your heart still aches at the prospect. It's not like you were going to speak to himāyou absolutely, unequivocally werenātātoo shy and anxious to put yourself up for that rejection, but that doesnāt mean you didnāt want to pine for a little while longer.
Feeling nothing but dejected ,your eyes shift across to where Wooyoung stands at the bar, top half leaning over the counter slightly, pert ass pointed in the direction of his beau. Youād call him a slut if you hadnāt been doing the exact same for the last week; putting your body on display as some sort of mating ritual in the hopes of a man fucking you halfway to oblivion. At least one of you seems to be having some success in his tiny little swim shorts that definitely show more off than they need to. Itās a good job he has a nice ass, you think to yourself just as a shadow passes over you, blocking the warmth of the sun beating down on your back. Itās just someone walking past a little too close, you tell yourself as you keep your vision on your friend, itāll be gone in a moment or two.
Except a moment passes, and then another, and the shadow doesnāt move. Youāre about to turn your head in the direction of the obstruction to see whatās so important for you to get a them-shaped tan line on your back, when you hear a voice. āYour boyfriend didnāt rub your sunscreen in too well, did he?ā Itās pretty, musical and sweet just like a little songbird. Somehow thatās all you need to know exactly who it belongs to. Call it intuition or something but you know itās him blocking the sun right now.
Your heart beats out of control for just a second before you manage to rein it in. āHeās not my boyfriend,ā you respond, turning your head to gaze upon his damp body in all its gloryā¦
Perhaps youāre no better than a man since the first things your eyes focus on are his tits. Theyāre soft and beautifully tan with little moles dotted here and there to match the one on his neck. You dart your eyes between them like youāre playing your own little game of join the dots. It takes you on a tour of his chest, pupils darting from one pec to the other until your eyes land on something you never expected to see.
Two metal barsā¦
On either side of his chestā¦
Right through his nipplesā¦
Holy fuckā¦
Your jaw goes slack, and so, it seems, does your hand. Thankfully the sound on your book thumping against the less than dry ground is enough to break you free from the stupor his nipple piercings had put you in. Your vision shifts in an instant, settling instead on the pages of your book that more and more water seeps into with each passing second. āShit,ā you mutter, bending down and wrapping your fingertips around the now sodden paper.
āYou got it?ā he asks, clearly not too put off by your strange behaviour. You hum affirmatively as you lift the book and place it on the table beside your sunbed. He makes a similar sound, although his sounds more thoughtful; more like heās trying to come up with something to say. It takes a while but eventually he seems to finally land on something, pulling in a deep breath before opening his mouth. āI could've grabbed it for you if you wanted,ā heās kind too? Well thatās horrible news for your crippling obsession with the stranger, āif youād, you know⦠asked me to or something.ā
You canāt help but let out a laugh at how unsure he sounds. Itās as if his words arenāt his own, dropping from his lips before heās even had time to realise what heās saying. Thereās a grin on your face as you twist your head back around to see him, only this time your eyes focus on his face. Heās even sweeter looking up close, his wide eyes and round cheeks making him look something more akin to a little cub than an intimidating killer. Perhaps his face would kid you into thinking heās innocent if it werenāt for the bars glinting at you just a foot further south.
āI shouldn't have to ask,ā you grin, trying your hardest to sound seductive. To your own ears it sounds more like a petulant child; you can only hope that he doesnāt hear it too. āNot if youāre a gentleman, anyway.
āBut what about consent?ā he says as a pretty shade of peach covers his cheeks. You want to bite them, as if theyād give you the same sweet juice as the fruit they so clearly resemble. You wonder if his lips taste that sweet; you bet they do. āI didn't want to overstep.ā
Your grin splits your face in two as he shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot. Upon first glance, you were half expecting him to be some suave, smooth talker. He'd say a few flirty pick up lines before taking you to his room for a one-and-done. This, thoughāthis is much more dangerous. This is feelings territory.
āYouāre not overstepping by picking my book up,ā you say, āthatās simply courteousāgentlemanly, like i said!ā
āCourteous,ā he repeats slowly as if itās a new word to him. thereās a ponderous look on his face that quickly morphs into a shy smirk. It seems to transform into something much more confident in the matter of a few seconds. It's almost cocky, and yet there remains to be that sweet, unsure look in his eyes. It's adorable, really. āWell,ā he pauses to take stock of his next few words, āwould it be courteous to offer to finish rubbing in the sunscreen your boyfriend missed?ā
āHeās not my boyfriend,ā you repeat.
āWellāā
āJust rub it in, will you?ā you cut him off with an exasperated sigh. As much fun as youāre having playing this little game of cat and mouse, the need to have his hands on your back far outweighs any amusement youāre getting from his pitiful attempt at flirting. He listens, placing one hand on your calf to support himself as he perches himself on the edge of your sunbed. It inches its way up to your inner thigh, stopping just before it gets dangerously close to your core. His thumb barely brushes against the exposed crease where your ass meets your thigh as he softly grazes his fingertips over the back of your leg. They shift to the side, gracefully slipping over the thin string of your bikini bottoms that rests upon your hip. They catch against it, tugging ever so slightly on the bow that holds the flimsy garment together.
It's a promise, that much is crystal clear.
His palm is warm when it first comes into contact with your lower back, yet it still manages to send a shiver up your spine. Itās big too, covering just enough area for you to realise how small you are compared to him. You could see it in his broad shoulders and his thick arms, but feeling it is just⦠different. Heās barely even touched you yet thereās already a moan on the tip of your tongue. God only knows whatāll happen when his hands get a little more adventurous.
āCan I undo your top?ā he approaches the question with about as much grace as a baby giraffe, clumsy yet endearing with the way he blurts it out. Itās impossible to hold in your giggle, your heart swelling with just how awkwardly adorable he is. But then his fingers tug dangerously upon the little bow at your spine and your breath suddenly hitches in your throat. You feel it loosen, but not quite enough for it to fall completely open. Itās not quite clear if heās just clumsy or if he knows exactly what heās doing, but either way the simple action has you shifting your slick thighs against each other. āWell?ā he softly purrs, and by the tone of his voice you have to assume he's so blissfully unaware of everything heās doing to you.
āIf you think itāll help,ā your voice sounds strained but he doesnāt mention it. He doesnāt tease you about how much heās affecting you, or do something unprovoked to force you deeper into this pit of unadulterated arousal youāve found yourself in. Instead he just tugs open your bikini, just like he said he would, and then his hands are on you again.
The first moan you let out as he grazes his hands up and down the plane if your back can be passed off as one of enjoyment. The massage youāre receiving from the big strong hands of an unbearably handsome man is just good and the sound you let out is simply one of appreciation. No one can blame you for wanting to show how much youāre enjoying it, right? The second moan, however, is almost impossible to pass off as anything other than a plea for more. As his fingers dip down your sides, hands cupping your waist and making you feel so small and malleable beneath him, you canāt help but groan as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.
His fingers pause, hands tensing a little as the grip they have upon your waist intensifies. Although you havenāt exactly tried to hide it, you know that this is the exact moment that just how badly you need him really sinks into his adorably awkward brain. Youāre not entirely sure what else he was hoping to get out of giving you the world's horniest massage, but itās clear that he wasnāt expecting to get this far. Maybe heās just a pervert who just wanted an opportunity to feel you up before going to furiously masterbate in the comfort of his room, or maybe he really did just want to come and talk. It doesnāt really matter either way, now; you still need his cock buried deep inside of your walls.
He leans in, grip intensifying as his torso comes to rest against your spine. The metal bars that you nearly almost forgot about feel like ice against your spine as he pushed you down into the bed with his body. Small; you feel so incredibly small, like it would take him no effort at all to pick you up and put you anywhere he deems he wants you. You hope he wants you sitting on his dick, if that really is the case.
āDo you want to come back to my room?ā he whispers in your ear like a child passing a message in the middle of class. Nothing about his voice reads sexy, and yet you know if you were standing it would have your knees buckling. you nod silently, not trusting your voice to come out in a way that doesnāt make you seem pathetically desperate. He hums in appreciation. āgood,ā his lips connect with the side of your head, āthe names Jongho, by the way. just in case you need something to moan.ā
@wooyoungisbaby Isak asked abt dom / sub thoughts for the guys, and my rambling got out of hand. as it always does lol. self-control? we donāt know her
(ik you suggested to do this for the whiway au but! then i wouldnāt be able to talk abt sub Yunho :( & i canāt not talk abt sub Yunho :((( so these are just general thoughts abt the guys hehe~ ąø Vāį“„āVąø )
sooooooo i am a huge switch-teez enthusiast; and this is essentially a bullet-point dissertation w/ a selection of d/s thoughts for each of the guys that make me go particularly š theyāre not meant to be speculation abt the guysā preferences, just things that are very easy for me to imagine & that i think would be very very hot of them (ļ½”āāæāļ½”)
warnings: dom / sub themes obv. also mentions of; penetrative sex, overstimulation, oral, ass eating, mommy kink, lingerie (on Hwa), riding crop, strap-on, DP in unspecified holes, dacryphilia, shibari / bondage, premature ejaculation, hair-pulling, drooling, sadism, corruption kink, brat taming, sugar daddy vibes, jewelry on reader, hand kink, implied choking, fingering (again unspecified holes), edging, puppy play, role play (including cnc for Yunho but no in-depth details), cockwarming, marking / bruises, blindfolds, pain kink, praise kink, dry humping, degradation kink, orgasm denial, dirty talk, biting, hair pulling, face sitting
a/n: gender neutral reader. genitalia are mentioned once w/ options. implied double anal penetration in absence of a puss, implied pegging in absence of a cock. there is a brief mention that reader could wear heels if they wanted for a scenario.
also my Yunho bias shows hard x_x i tried to keep the lengths under control but i just let myself go for his and i shall not apologise for it asdskjdasjk
whether he is soft & gentle or hard & mean, Seonghwa is always elegant
even with sweat dripping off his nose from the exertion of fucking into you, even with his lower face covered in slick from eating pussy or cum dribbling down his chin from sucking dick, he is the most graceful dom to ever walk this earth
his long tongue is a blessing but his technique and dedication are divinity
you WILL get overstimulated
yes i have the mommy Seonghwa brainrot. yes i like imagining him in lingerie and a corset and make-up and heels while heās in utter and complete control
to finish the look; riding crop??? riding crop.
also idk why but the thought of Hwa with a strap-on makes me so fucking dizzy. this man fucking you w/ two cocks at once
his strap would be so sleek and elegant too just like him
matches his favourite lingerie probably; Hwa is dedicated to the aesthetics
speaking of aesthetics; shibari (thatās it thatās the tweet)
saccharine sweet if you earn it
Sub:
fucking pathetic sloppy mess as a sub
listen i just really love the hc that Seonghwa is super sensitive and might cum prematurely asdskjasdjkdaskj
will prob cum from just being manhandled into giving head if he can get even just a lil friction going somewhere š as a sub he likes to get sloppy, loves having his hair pulled
(ass, cock or pussy, this man gets drunk on it)
like if you want to do a long scene together; itās so easy to just get a quick orgasm out of him and then have a real fucking hyper-sensitive Seonghwa at your disposal for the remainder of the night uwu
tie him up for maximum effect
cries so easily š„ŗ
canāt hide a thing, every ounce of pleasure shows on his face like an open book
hiccups and sobs and bite-swollen lips bc he keeps gnawing at his bottom lip, so so easily overwhelmed
ā¦again; lingerie. put him in thigh-highs and knead at the soft flesh and cover those thighs all over w/ bites and hickeys
listenā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦we all know that grinā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦
what kind of world do we live in if our captain is not at least a tiny bit of a sadist??
lives to hear you beg
degradation as praise? praise as degradation? the line between being praised and being demeaned is soooo fucking razor-thin w/ this man
100% on purpose he likes it when you canāt tell for sure
(tho he is super cognisant of your state of mind. if he sees the doubt is genuinely getting to you, youāre getting a dose of pure unmistakable praise to settle you down)
heāll happily tame a brat but he looooves ruining a sub who is already pliant for him. just to be mean.
iām all aboard the Hongjoong corruption kink agenda
not even necessarily in a āyou are inexperiencedā way (tho he can work w/ that š)
but watching you go from all immaculate and put-together to a depraved begging mess
yep
that does it for him
likes giving you jewelry to wear during sex. delicate body-chains and pretty necklaces that bounce when he fucks you. lowkey sugar daddy vibes; he loves seeing you decked out, but he esp loves seeing you decked out in things he bought you
Sub:
so while i love the image of Hongjoong offering himself up on a silver platter to you w/ a crooked grin; tbh i feel like he has potential to be a sub who outbrats even Wooyoung if he is In A Mood
the SASS on this man!!!
but once you break that snarky attitude? dear god the whines coming out of him āØ_āØ
(listen do not be surprised if i use some variation of the word āwhinyā in every single sub section bc i know what i like and i am shameless abt it asdkjasdj)
noisy squirmy boi
on his elbows and knees, biting at the sheets as he gets fucked hard from behind, going slack-jawed and drooling on the bed as you wreck him into a stupor
fucked into complete physical exhaustion in the direct aftermath ā but let him have a quick nap and his energy is like⦠he might still be tired but heās also feeling so replenished? esp mentally
if heās recently had a lot of on his mind then you might be treated to deep philosophical musings during the aftercare abt the world, the universe, life and everything
i get pulled so hard into two directions w/ this man pls itās not funny anymore i need HELP
heās both the softest vanilla and the hardest freakiest dom out of the bunch to me, he's got my brain spinning
listen yall we all know how willingly Yunho indulges the fandomās massive hard-on for his hands, imagine what heāll do if heās your partner āØ_āØ
he gets off on how much you get off on having his hands around your neck
also unless i hallucinated that whole thing; Yunho has said he likes hearing atiny whine his name (sir?!?!?!?) so I'm gonna say he's a tease even when he's soft with you
takes you to the brink with those long fingers over and over again, pretends the edging is by accident
presses sweet kisses on your forehead or your tummy or your thighs as he laughs softly at your whining but points out he needs to get you prepped first for what he's packing; he just doesn't want to hurt you uwu
whether it is sincere sweetness or w/ an edge of mocking, depends entirely on his mood
(fake sweet Yunho my beloved ;;)
you're not fooled by his shenanigans but there's little you can do except gasp and squirm under him as his fingers press against your sweet spot again
still heāll praise you every step of the way, and the payoff is more than worth it, he always makes sure of that
ok so the next thing isnāt really a dom / sub thing but itās going somewhere that is, pls hear me out;
Yunho is totally up for some playful rp; heāll do cheesy porn set-ups w/ you except he cannot keep a straight face through them to save his life lol. very lighthearted silly giggly sex that still makes your toes curl
he can keep a straight face through a very different type of role play; cnc
itās not uncommon for Yunho to try and make you laugh during sex if a moment presents itself ā but here he fully sinks into the role and there wonāt be any light-heartedness until the aftercare,
and then youāll be giggling twice as much as usual, once the timing is right ;;
the aftercare giggles are for Yunhoās benefit too; he needs to make and see you smile & laugh to feel like heās fully come back into himself. to regain the right emotional equilibrium after taking on such an intense role
then heās your sweet smiley golden retriever again ;;
might just fuck you again if you both have the energy, sweet and soft and slow this time ā”
Sub:
OKAY SO FIRST THINGS FIRST i gotta bring up that video in which Seonghwa and Wooyoung wear heels for a shoot and they joke around abt their heights ā but then Yunho turns to the camera and whispers heād like to be small; bc heād be cute!!!
heās always been pocket-sized in spirit to me so that had me by the throat asdkjasdkjd
so yeah i like to think he enjoys feeling small as a sub! not in a demeaning way, not even in a physical way necessarily!
(tho to be down on his knees in front of a dom who is either pretty tall or wearing heels (or both) does make him feel fantastically fuzzy)
no, itās more like a cute lil pup whoās getting spoiled bc heās a good boy uwu
(actual petplay optional~ ąø Vāį“„āVąø )
love a sub Yunho whoās soft and well-behaved
and he wants to be! he wants to be a good boy and get pampered by his dom!! but sometimes his big golden retriever energy gets the better of him oop
(the video clip of a literal child scolding Yunho because āthis hyung just wonāt listen to meā lives in my head rent-free.)
and Yunho just can't always fight his brain when it sends him a fun impulse askdjdaskjsd
but it only takes gentle steering to get him back on track; like i said, he wants to be well-behaved for you š„ŗ
ok but to circle back to the puppy play
Yunho who loves being your good boy and is so playful and sweet ā but he obediently lets you take your time to work him up and get him desperate
big brown eyes shimmering at you as you scratch him behind the ears while stroking his big hard cock
begging you to let him fuck you, to just let him inside you
so you sit in his lap and cockwarm him but you can tell itās not enough, gets teary-eyed and he bites his lip to stop himself from whining bc youāre already giving him so much and he wants to be good
so you have mercy on him and let him fuck you from behind ā if he makes you cum first
now thereās a demand Yunho can work with
usually heās a hands-on guy but in puppy mode he prefers using his mouth and tongue. so heās snugly between your thighs, getting himself messy. constant eye-contact as he peeks up at you, massaging your thighs and maybe even leaving a bite if heās feeling cheeky ā but he knows better than to tease too much
he is so far gone by the time heās finally allowed to fuck you that he canāt do anything but mindlessly rut until he cums hard, gasping and shaking
still he makes sure not to collapse on top of you, instead slides off to the side and pulls you into his arms for a snuggle š„ŗ
(see Isak i wasnāt kidding abt whipping up a 1k essay just for Yunho alone! lol oop)
so tbh itās much easier for me to picture Yeosang as a sub, but i do have this very specific idea for him that i canāt get out of my head of like
curiosity-driven dom Yeosang
maybe he was a lil shy at first, cautiously exploring your body and testing your reactions, but his eyes just lit up with intrigue when you let out a loud moan he didn't expect
that moment kick-starts it all, with him becoming bolder and bolder to seek out any other responses to his touch
do you moan when he kisses you here? do you gasp at a bite there? squirm when he pinches here?
and he never grows satisfied as he maps out your responses to pleasure ā and pain, if you are so inclined
like
Yeosang stumbles into the whole pain play thing purely by accident but itās barely even abt the sadism for him? if that makes sense?? itās all about you and your arousal and the wide range of pleasure he can draw from you
he just wants to know
thereās always this sense of wonder abt him and his sparkling eyes when heās playing w/ you
he probably gets even more experimental as time passes, actively on the look-out for new things he can try out
youāll just be having a quiet evening and Yeosang comes up to you w/ that adorable small smile that on a surface level is full of innocence
but no heās cutely excited to show you some obscure toy he found online and wants to know if youāre onboard ^^
Sub:
so vocal (ć£ĖŚ”ĖĻ)
shy but has a reeeaaaally hard time holding himself back if heās overwhelmed
seriously so so noisy w/ lil whimpers and moans and quiet hitches of his breath. takes a bit for him to truly get loud, but dear god youāre still treated to a goddamn symphonic masterpiece of delectable noises
speaking of getting him loud š
if Yeosang trusts you but thereās some last remnant of shyness that he needs to shake off
he loves getting blindfolded
not seeing anything makes it easier for him to get lost in the pleasure; if nothing else exists in the world except you and your touch, he has nothing to be self-conscious of
thatās where he can get loud
canāt sit or lay still if youāre worshiping that gorgeous body or giving head; youāre gonna have to hold him down to stop his fidgety squirming uwu
gets flushed easily too
bruises like a peach and tho he gets shy abt marks in visible places, he lowkey loves it when you treat his chest like a blank canvas
pls gently brush his hair back & give his birth mark a lil peck during the aftercare okay? š„ŗ
is it cheeky to say ājust read whichever wayā? it is?? okay alright lol
no but okay this man is dripping w/ care & devotion i want him SIMPING!!!
he LIVES for the praise and the validation, all it takes is a lil bit of encouragement and positive enforcement; and he may be the dom but youāve still got him wrapped around your finger
while he can be the softest of soft service doms, it doesnāt take much to get San a lil rougher w/ you; he gets amped up easily and loves using his strength to your advantage
but you want him to be a mean dom? you can get him there but youāll have to WORK for it by riling him the fuck up w/ some attitude bc this manās natural instincts are to just please you all through the night (“︶ļ½)
San also loves to surprise-pin you against the wall. thereās just smth abt the spontaneity and passion of the moment that gets him going hard
depending on his mood he could either fuck you right then and there, or ravish you only to pull away w/ a smug, self-satisfied grin at how wrecked you are from just making out and a bit of dry-humping
(heāll be back. San is too horned up to not finish the job)
Sub:
MAKE! HIM!! WHIMPER!!! AND CRY!!!!!!!
no but seriously a flushed Sannie pouting up at you when you deny him again š„ŗ
just the thought of him as like
a very very soft sub who yearns to get fucking wrecked by you š„ŗ
make him whine and writhe until he canāt handle it anymore and tears begin to streak down his cheeks
body worship melts this man into a fucking puddle and yes i am also talking abt tittie appreciation here
he always wants to be so strong and reliable for others but here in your care is where he can let all of that go š„ŗ and just break down until you put him together again š„ŗ
SO MUCH CUDDLING IN THE AFTERCARE
YOU COULDNāT GET OUT OF HIS ARMS IF YOU TRIED
PLS DONāT TRY; JUST LOVINGLY STROKE HIS HAIR AND WHISPER SWEET PRAISES AT HIM š„ŗš„ŗš„ŗ
okay so i also get pulled so hard into two very different directions when it comes to dom Mingi askjasdjkdsa
one is Mingi the needy mess
like
maybe he doesnāt even mean to dom you but heās so desperate for it he just canāt wait and ends up overwhelming you and itās lowkey kinda clumsy but very sweet and oh god he just wants you so so bad š„ŗ
BUT THEN THERE IS
Mingi w/ his damn cocky on-stage energy?? and heās intense and confident and knows what he wants??? (you, ruined)
like idk either way i have many feelings abt dom Mingi being super intense and he will overwhelm you either way, either by accident or by design
just strap in tight bc he wants to hear you āØ_āØ
very vocal himself too. i like the thought of him spewing filth at you first but very quickly losing the capacity for any coherent dirty talk
still
you will hear him too OOF
high & whiny or low & raspy? y e s
Sub:
PRINCESS MINGIIIIIII!!!! (ā”°ā½Ā°ā”)
spoil him give him whatever the hell his heart desires!!!!!! again a NOISY MESS!!! tears up easily but doesnāt like to admit heās crying uwu
gets even more discombobulated than as a dom hehe~
however
much like his buddy Yunho, i don't think Mingi often deliberately tries to misbehave
but he can get a bit sulky sometimes if he feels neglected
or, on the other side of the spectrum, just a touch too confident if heās gotten too used to you giving him exactly what he wants and starts treating it as a given, or makes lil jokes abt it
it edges against that cockiness again but tbh itās also lowkey endearing on him as a sub; his blind faith in your devotion to his pleasure
but you may choose to give him a lil reminder of who is actually in charge ā” denying him a few times until heās whining and babbling incoherently at you should do the trick perfectly ā”ā”ā”
donāt be too mean abt it tho :( remember heās a princess :(((
OKAY SO YES ISAK IāM FULLY W/ YOU ON THE BRAT THING
like i said truly my favourite flavour of dom Wooyoung is a fucking tease of a menace who isnāt so much a dom as a brat who hasnāt been tamed yet
if heās domming you and youāre in the mood to turn the tables? this manās switch is flipped in an INSTANT you just gotta yank his hair hard and spew out some filthy degradation and heās putty in your hands
brace yourself if heās got you tied up tho lol. he is gonna enjoy himself :3
honestly he should change his home-address bc this man lives w/ his face between your thighs. gets so fucking drunk on you but never so much that he ever stops his teasing
a true edging enthusiast
hope you like bite-marks on your skin lol
and yetā¦
and yet i have a big soft spot for soft dom Woo too š„ŗ
who takes care of you after youāve had a long, frustrating day š„ŗ
i feel like he could bigtime spoil and pamper his partners if he feels they really need it š„ŗ he might still tease you a lil but itās only to get you out of your head, maybe even just to make you laugh š„ŗ
Sub:
love a sub Wooyoung who balances a praise and a degradation kink like heās walking a tightrope uwu
like we all talk abt his degradation kink bc of course we do!! with good reason!!! but have you seen his giggles and smiles when the other members compliment him???
sometimes he doesnāt even know himself what heās in the mood for today ā or so he tells himself. any bratty urges will make themselves known real damn obvious within mere seconds lol
instigator to the max
initiates phone sex w/ you and then hangs up on you just before it Gets Good just to rile you up (this may be a semi-spoiler š)
but he loves the combo special where he brats out to his heartās content first, gets humiliated and/or punished for his trouble, but oh boy then his mood turns and he eats it UP to get praised for being such a good boy now (Ā“ź³`ā)
will beg you to ride his face
(heāll have you riding his face as a dom too, he just wonāt be begging š)
so i actually love love love gentle soft dom Jongho š„ŗ but i decided to focus on the flip side for this post
hard dom Jongho who has a mean streak and looooooves to tease the fuck out of you. he doesnāt even need to verbally degrade you (tho he might); you hear his cocky chuckle and know exactly what a pathetic mess he thinks you are for him
but gets soft and SUPER ADORABLE in the aftercare??? just imagine this man fucking you within an inch of your life and then he cleans you up after
and gives you that sweet gummy smile while heās literally wiping his cum off your body w/ a warm cloth???
giggles when you exhaustedly call him a menace or praise him?????
god i just perished
he loves playing it nonchalant too tho. having you between his legs sucking him off, looking down at your teary eyes and swollen lips bobbing up and down his fat cock like he dgaf
donāt let him fool you ā watch for how tightly his hands are clenched into fists
Sub:
just wanna spoil & baby him :( def feel Jongho has to be āin the moodā to sub, but then pls just be so soft with him and take care of him and make him feel good :(
heād generally be a very soft, well-behaved sub;
he feels that if subbing is the role heās taking on, then submissiveness is the role heās taking on, youknow itās almost matter-of-factly for him
THAT BEING SAID; Jongho is still Jongho and wonāt keep his mouth shut if he feels youāre doing or saying smth that deserves to be teased abt or made fun of ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
your response needs to be a lil calculated;
he doesnāt really enjoy being outright punished or treated as a brat too much. prob feels itās undignified lol
ā¦unless heās already super far gone š
so the secret here is to pretend youāre letting his teasing slide ā until heās at the fucking brink and then heāll accept you laying on a lil bit of punishment as payback š
heās not super loud in bed but youāll get the prettiest lil breathy gasps and moans out of him asjksdjkdsajkdajs
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