“you suck,” mingi scoffs, arms are crossed. a pencil tucked behind his ear as he is still in his penguin patterned pajamas — not to mention that it's already five in the evening and he hasn't eaten anything besides bread for breakfast.
hongjoong's lips apart upon hearing his response. “look at you, who are you calling me suck?” he points at mingi's notebook where he left a big red mark. “i told you beautiful and pretty are the same thing, both are compliments.”
“okay, okay! so what if i,” mingi fixes his posture, acting like a handsome protagonist in a drama. with his charming deep voice he said, “hey, beautiful.” then seconds later he comes back to reality where he is just a giant lost puppy who is trying his hardest to learn english.
the older shakes his head in denial. “that's flirting! you can't do that to the person you've just met.”
mingi pouts, slamming the pencil against his notebook. “english is so hard, i give up!” he yells at top of his lungs.
“geez, if you really likes her you should put more effort.” hongjoong says, looking at his sulky roommate. mingi's figure is bigger than himself but what makes him looks a lot like a baby is his personality — bright and bubbly.
“i just want to ask for his phone number and be her friend.” mingi replies in a soft voice.
it's all started with a new neighbor next door who is an english speaker and only knew basic korean. mingi found that you're cute on the first time you show up in front of his apartment. it was around 9 p.m. when you came to give them cheese cake you've made. it was a whole disaster because mingi was the one who opened the door without checking through the peephole.
you were introducing yourself in an accent that was hard for mingi to understand and the only thing he could reply was “yes” then disappeared to hongjoong's room. obviously, asking for an emergency help.
hongjoong had to sacrificed his sleep for sake of mingi to stop screaming in his ears. the older who was half awake had to talk to you with bed hair and who knows there was a drool. mingi on the other hand was hiding behind hongjoong as if he was the size of a shiba inu.
the way you swept your hair away from your hair, giggling and chuckling while conversing in english with hongjoong made him melt. he loved the way your laugh rang in his ear and how you pronounced his name after hongjoong introduced his. “ming-ki?"
“it's mingi.” hongjoong corrected you, chuckling.
“ah, mingi. mingi, mingi!” you repeated causing mingi to melt even more. mingi could evaporate in the air at this point.
on a lazy sunday, mingi was searching for his key while carrying a box of tangerine in his other arm but his sanity scattered all over the places when he heard your bright voice greeted him. he was too flustered because first, he can't speak english and second, he didn't expect he would see you when he wasn't ready at all.
the tangerines fell on the floor causing you to gasp and mingi to panic even more. without looking at you, he picked up the tangerines, placing it nicely in the box but what is mingi without drama-like life?
the last two tangeries was collected by you and you were handing them to mingi. as if it was in a slow motion, mingi heart was so close to explode and he was about to puke rainbow due to how nervous he was. “be careful." you said before heading back to your apartment but with a cute wave.
that night, mingi couldn't stop crying at how embarrassed he was and how he deserved to disappear from this world. hongjoong had to call his six other friends to comfort mingi yet none of them succeed. it was a tough night for all of them.
“food is here!” the door clicks open follow by wooyoung's cheery voice. hongjoong pats mingi's leg, telling him to greet his friends as they brought some foods for dinner.
in less than five minutes, the apartment fills with their loud voices and how wooyoung and san bicker over which one to eat first. yeosang chugging the cola alone and seonghwa scolds him. jongho and yunho make themselves at home as they turn on the xbox to play.
mingi steps out of the room with a long face, he isn't in the mood to eat nor shower. he wants to sleep, skipping meal and just be alone.
“oh, mingi,” san greets, munching the french fries. “your crush is outside, watering her flower. why don't you—”
san hasn't finish his sentence but mingi already sprints out of the apartment without thinking twice. both of your eyes are interlocked with one another, mirroring each other expression.
not only mingi's cheeks, but his whole face turns red. he is trying to hide his embarrassment yet it is way too obvious that his ears are rosy as his face.
if mingi could be extremely honest, this is the decision he regrets the most in his life. showing up in front of his crush with only penguin pajamas, messy hair and looking far from handsome but dumb.
“now or never,” mingi mutters, determined. you tilt your head, can't catch up what mingi said. mingi approaches you with only basic knowledge of english in head — but probably empty by now because he is way too nervous. “excuse me,” he starts.
you automatically smile at how cute his pronunciation is. “yes, mingi?” you reply, also encouraging him to talk.
“can i— do you— number— phone— can i?” he stutters, hand gestures are everywhere. deep in his heart, he wants to curse hongjoong because the only thing he has in his head now is beautiful and pretty. “beautiful.” he blurts out out of panic.
you break into a smile, “thank you, you're so adorable.” you are literally feel all mushy and soft when it comes to mingi. you fish out your phone from your pocket and hand it to him. “type your number.” you said word by word with hope mingi can understand you.
a big smile blooms on mingi's lips, happily typing his number in your phone and saves his contact as ‘mingki’ with different flowers next to his name. ‘mingki’ because that was how you pronounce his name for the first time and it sounds cuter than ‘mingi’.
mingi goes back to his apartment with fireworks in his heart, butterflies wilding in his tummy and the excitement he always had during spring season. if all the beautiful words could make into one, he would use it but sadly he is lack of vocabulary to describe how happy he is.
“SHE HAS MY NUMBER, SHE HAS MY NUMBER!” mingi screams, hugging seonghwa as if he was the tiniest member among his friends. “you guys should see her face. she is so beautiful when she looked at me and, and, and when she smiled— oh my god, his cheekbone popped out. she's so adorable, i want to have a family with her!"
“song mingi is in love, it's written all over his face.” wooyoung chuckles, tossing the fries to his friend, mingi.
“it's a beautiful feeling ever.” mingi sighs, he can't stop smiling as if it was meant to be there for the rest of his life.
the rest of the night, mingi is only talking about you and how he wants to have his wedding with you at hotel and have two kids. he also wonder if you would love to have a pet because mingi is dying to adopt a shiba inu.
“OH MY GOD, LOOK, SHE SENT ME A TEXT!”
credit to @needyateez soft idea🥺 i was feeling all mushy reading this idea and i hope this make you and @serendipityunho smile!! spread the giggles 💛
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