Good Girl, Now You’re Not So Sure…
Title Song: In Your Fantasy
Summery: you’re in a girl group competing against ATEEZ on a competition show. You despise Mingi and he hates you too…or so you think. But a chance encounter in a hallway changes everything
Tidbits and T.Ws: Suggestive. Spice but no smut. Shirts and tops get removed. Rivals to Lovers, competition show, Biting, Scratching, Marking(ish), Making Out, Public Making Out(ish), height difference, Sexual Tension (duh) Use of “Good Girl” and “Favorite Girl”, Mingi’s a yearned, Readers A Bit Bratty….
A.N: here you go! This won the poll so you got it early! Hope you enjoy! It’s a bit spicy but there’s NOT smut. Love ya’ll! ~ Lillie 🪷
Good Girl, Now You’re Not So Sure
The darkness was tense as your group waited for the stage lights to come up.
A competition shows. Boy groups against girl groups.
And of course, Ateez had to be there.
Mingi just had to be here.
Wherever you went, he seemed to go. Like a shadow. A parasite you couldn’t get rid of.
His eyes, his stare, the emotions he made you feel.
It was either hate or love, and either way you didn’t like it.
Mingi, however, felt differently,
As annoying and as condescending as he was, he was just like a lovesick puppy.
What pulled you out of your thoughts was the stage lights, blinding and brilliant, coming up.
Against your better judgement, you watched ATEEZ performance.
It was good for branding, you thought.
It couldn’t hurt, you thought.
You were confident in that belief til you saw Mingi in that damn top.
It looked like a waist coat, but also a corset.
His eyes, piercing, finding yours, glaring, during the performance.
The damn flush that came to your face, brewing under your cheeks.
The bolt of heat through your belly.
You turned and ran out of the audience.
These hallways were too winding, too easy to get lost in.
Too easy for a chance encounter.
“Good Girl!” The familiar voice called out. Mingi.
You whipped around, hair a tangle as it nearly whacked Mingi in the face.
He’s close. Almost too close. Any closer and you might..
“What do you want Mingi?” You demanded
“Always you, my favorite girl.” Mingi seemingly teased
“Mingi, I’m not in the mood for games…” you trailed off as he stepped closer. And closer.
Until you were pinned up against the wall, chin up to look at him.
Mingi looked smug, but also in need.
“Then stop playing.” Mingi said. His tone was sincere.
“I’m in need,” Mingi interrupted you. You’re glad he did, you don’t know what else you would’ve said
You didn’t ask “of what?” Or any other questions he clearly wanted you to,
“I’m in need,” Mingi repeated “of a reprieve.”
“This desire I’ve felt since the day you told me you hated me.”
Your breath caught in your throat.
Because you needed the reprieve from the flaming desire you’d called hatred. You needed him too.
But damn, you wouldn’t admit that.
“Whenever I see you, I can’t help it. It gets worse everyday.” Mingi confessed
You weren’t sure why, what the hell possessed you, but you cupped his face
“Then fix it, Mr Fixon.” And you kissed him.
Mingi melted for a second, just a second, before he caged you firmly against him rather than the wall.
His tongue slide into your mouth, and his hands wandered.
Yours did too, til you found the zipper to that damn corset waist coat thing.
And you unzipped it, and he stepped back.
He stripped out of that leather jacket he was wearing and shook off the corset waistcoat.
And pulled you into a vacant dressing room.
Both articles of clothing landed with a thunk.
You took off your 4 inch platforms. You were already shorter than him, not by a lot, but without the shoes, it was a lot.
“I never knew you were so little.” He cupped your facet, resting it gently against your cheek
“I’m not little!” Your protested quietly
“Compared to me? Yes you are.” His kiss was gentle this time, not as conquering.
Petty as ever, you ran your long nails down his bare back and bit his lip.
He jolted back, running his finger over where you bit.
The gentle gaze was gone, the lust had returned. Fully.
And when he kissed you again, he bit you back.
He ran his hand through your soft hair, and looked at you with an expression you couldn’t name, but could describe as “fulfilled”
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He admited
Mingi gently lifted you, settling you on the empty vanity.
He pushed your hair out of the way, and tilted your head to the side, baring your throat.
He kissed your throat, nuzzling and breathing you in, sucking tenderly. You would have a purple mark there now.
You gently nudged him off and started doing the same on his throat.
And his hands started wandering again.
And he started to undo your top, pulling gently on the strings of the top
“Mingi…” you warned, but it was breathy and not very passionate, you almost wanted him to ignore it.
Yes, you wanted him to ignore it.
“Please?” He asked, with those damn puppy eyes.
Oh, how you were weak to those puppy eyes.
You go limp, letting him catch you with one hand, tucking you in the crook of his arm.
He continued to pull on your laces til your corset fell off with a gentle thud.
He pressed his hand lightly on your stomach, and kissed you gently again.
And you didn’t bite him again, allowing his tenderness to infect you.
That familiar flush returned your face as he pulled back and met your eyes.
“You’re blushing.” He noted
You turned your face away from him, and he cups your jaw and turned it back.
“Don’t turn away from me,” he said quietly “Not when I just got you.”
You sat fully straight and kissed him again. You ran your nails down his back, scratching up and down.
His tongue pushed into your mouth and he pulled you tightly against his chest, other hand in your hair, pulling and running through.
The speakers came on, crackling to life, and interrupting whatever you had stolen, announcing that the winner would be announced.
So you and Mingi got dressed, you helped him with the pins of his coat, he laced you tightly into your top
“See you out there, Favorite Girl.” Mingi teased
“Not good girl?” You asked
“nah,” Mingi waved his hand “There’s lots of good girls out there. You’re my favorite girl.”
You flushed again and he walked away, laughing.
You followed out to the auditorium and he shot you another smug smile.
Maybe being Mingi’s favorite girl wasn’t so bad.
